No Sex, No Friendship - Part II

It was a breezy Friday afternoon; I walked alone to Menara Telekom, to settle my suspended telephone line. Can see now how efficient Telekom Bhd work, they never failed to suspend my phone line right after a day of the due date. Excellente.

While Im ranting with hates towards Telekom Bhd efficiency, I heard a rushing steps behind me. I turned to my right, there, our eyes met. To me, he is very good looking stranger with sweetest pheromone. As he walked in front of me, I can’t help but automatically feast my eyes on his rear sight, which is extremely perfect like a KEN’s Barbiedoll. I observed his fresh short cut hair, his wide shoulder, down to his muscular butt and elongated pair of leg. I love the way he dressed and his jeans fit perfectly to his KEN doll figure.

Suddenly he turned back and looked at me, I faster looked away, worry that he might catch me red handed checking his rear. I slower down my step, to let him disappear together with my embarrassments.

Not long before the heat on my face had it chance to cool down, there he was, again, at the Telekom front counter, holding his bills. Well, I guess we were fated to bump into each other twice that day. He smiled at me and asked “paying the bills too?”. I nodded and smiled back because I never thought this KEN doll would speak to me. I took my number and sat waiting for my turn.

I saw him settling his stuff, cut down his old internet line (that was what he told me) over the counter while I sat firmly on the sofa behind, wishing that he will not see me. But before my wish reaches the 7th sky, he already got up, walked towards me and sat next to me with his killing smile, initiated the conversation. We chatted a bit until my queue number up, I was so relieved. I don’t know why I felt so intimidated by him.. maybe because I had hurt enough by such angelic face before and made me swear not to sit less than 5 feet from those heavenly creature.

But tell me, how to stay away from them, if this one keep coming under my nose like I am holding his half missing magnet bar? After done with my payment, I saw him waited for me at the free internet surfing area and quickly ran to catch up with me.

“Hey, are you working here?”
No, but nearby.. there, at the next building
“What kind of company are you working with?”
Travel Agency…
“Wow, we work in the same line lah”

When I heard that, I thought he also work with one of the travel agency. That explained why he keep tailing me, maybe he saw me somewhere at those hotelier functions and events. So I stopped walking, suddenly I felt ok as if I just got recovered from bad H1N1 fever. “Oh? Which travel agent you working with?”. I asked him gleefully.

“Ermm not any Travel Agency.. but with MAS Airline. So basically we are in the same line right?”
WHAT – THE – HELL. His statement hit me and sent me right to the earth core.
I hate MAS Steward, I hate MAS Pilot, I hate MAS air craft Engineer, I hate all men who related to MAS Airline!

No Sex, No Friendship Part 1.

My mobile rang with “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey at 1.59am, and come to my surprise, it was “A” calling. I chose not to pick up because:

1) I already fell asleep and
2) I don’t know what to say.

So I let it became 1 missed call. I continued my sleep and “A” came into my dream.

5.00am~ I woke up for last supper and suddenly my heart had an urge to know why he called. So I texted him, apologized for not picking up his call, “fell asleep” was my excuse. And the third line was “how are u?”. Within 5 second, the “Obsessed” song rang again. It was “A”, again. “Wow.. it must be very important”, my mind speculate.

Me :Hi, what’s up? You also wake up for the supper aren’t you?
A :No, I never sleep.
Me :Oh, so you got early flight again this morning is it?
A :Yea, you just had your supper did you? Have you finish with your supper?
Me :Yep.. so, are you fasting then? (which I doubt about it..)
A :Yea..yea.. I am.. how many days already you didn’t fast? (what a weird question..)
Me :Good boy.. oh, until now I haven’t skip yet.
A :Where are you now? Are you alone? In your room?
Me :Im at my mum house, in living room.. anything?
A :Oh, nothing, I just want to talk to you.. I thought you in your room. (long
paused..)
Me :Yes? Start talking then, Im listening. Is there any difference if I talk in the living room or
in my bedroom?
A :Yea.. I prefer you in your bedroom. Im afraid I will spill something I
suppose not to.
Me :How I know what is suppose or not if you didn’t tell me, by the way, why I must go to
my bedroom just to talk to you?
A : I don’t know.. maybe I can ask you to take off your cloth…
Me :Could you please talk about something else beside that thing..why you always like that...
A :I can't.. with you I just can't stop thinking about it..


So, that’s it. That was the reason why he called me. Just to ask me to take off my cloth. This boy really had a very wild imagination about me since the 1st day we met 3 weeks ago at Menara Telekom HQ.

Then I replied to him nice and carefully... "you see, I think we misunderstood each other on the first night we went out last time.. It seems like both of us didn't talk and use the same vocabulary here.."

and he went "yea.. I guess so..well, if like that, I shouldn't disturb your sleep.. bye bye.."

after 30 minutes or so, I texted him;

"Can you treat me like a normal friend..without sex in it. being naughty is fine but, I cant bring myself to do that with a stranger like you. Thinking of your warm and kind personality bring me to shock when you acted differently when the night comes... Was it because I wore that short dress when we met that afternoon and it totally gave you the wrong impression about who I am? If yes, please fix it up. Please."


and no reply from him. I guess he cant fix what has already in his mind...

Old Love Letter

10 years since i left u, I've been "travelling" alot into phases, places and faces.. I was in and out of many relationships, my heart broke and mended again... and I still cant figure it out.. what Im looking for.. until I had a dream with u in it and listened to u over the phone that day.. and I know what I have been missing along this time..

I miss the way you loved me, I miss the way you looked at me, I miss the way you care for me, I miss on how you've put up with me..I miss your hug and I miss all the sweet nothings we whispered each other when we were so in love. I miss u.

I cant help but weep since the day I realize, what a fool I am to let you slipped away and now there is nothing I can do except wish you happiness and hope you forgive me and wish me to find someone like you ..again.

I dont know if I ever find another you.. which I doubt about it. After 10 years...I still unable to feel the way u made me feel...No one has loved me the way u did. U loved me for who I was and u never questioned of all my bad. This is just too painful for me to admit it to you.. but my chest aching with regrets and sorrow for this, and now I let u know.

Forgive me.. now I know the pain I cost you when I left you..I even cant forgive myself for what I have done to u. My heart broken many times just to get and understand the pain when I broke yours.

Taufik.. I miss u.

1st Day of Ramadhan..

I've been imagining that this is the month which I can change my eating habit, no japanese, no fast food, no western, no oriental, no mid eastern, no mexican or Italian food, but to savor all those unusual unique local delicacies from 13 states like Penang, Kelantan, Terengganu, Malacca in the heart of KL city / streets.

Imagine the Nasi Kerabu, Ayam Percik, Nasi Dagang and all those sweet kuihs..I cant help myself but jumped into my car and drove all the way to the Pasar Ramadhan nearby. The fuck with the diet during puasa.

6.30pm, the smell of grilled fishes and chickens piercing my nose and I was drooling like a pervert lau ah pek to young girl's cleavage. So I joined the crowd, crossing from 1 stall to another wishing to see a glimpse of Nasi Kerabu or Ayam percik.

But, what the hell.. Everywhere is Nasi Lemak, Roti John, Nasi Campur and fried nugget. I was struggled under many people's smelly armpit and breath, just to find out I got nothing except sugar cane juice which until now I dont know what it is taste like cuz now it still inside my freezer for I lost mood to open it.

7.00pm, time has running out, I cant think of anything but a place & a taste which very familiar to me.



Mc Donalds, Drive Thru somemore, and I got my 02 pieces chicken set in 3 minutes.

It is sad to be alone.

Selamat Berbuka Puasa.

Shake that belly, baby.

I was in my facebook updating whatever I suppose to update inside, suddenly one of my buddy from UAE posted this video onto his wall.





My jaw dropped.

So.. this is what little kids do during their free time nowadays!


I should start to learn this since it looks like can cure my constipation problem that I had for quite sometime.

Upstairs Unlimited.

Gobo Upstairs finally change my perception of "buffet" meals. They make it so stylish with a fine dining vibe in it.

Thanks to Ms. Serene Liew from Traders Hotel, KL, for inviting us to experience the new style of buffet lunch at Gobo Upstairs, Traders Hotel,6th floor. Not to mention their delectable range, unlike some other hotel, buffet = cheap, lousy tastless lines of food, voluminous refill and that's it.

What I love about the new buffet style offered by Gobo Upstairs is that, you no need to get up from your chair, carry around big white plate to the food counter and queue in line to get your food. Reminds me of school cafeteria oh. And how embarrased it is (when you having lunch with client or some you like) when you have to get up so many times to refill your plate like you are cheap scale starving monster.

In Gobo Upstairs, you just sitdown, and the waiter(s) will come to your table with the food, while describing & showing you the food they carried, and serve it to your plate. They keep coming to you and offers the next food or the same one once they see your plate empty.

The waiter(s) are so friendly, feels like you have your own butler serving you. Sorry, I didnt take any of the food picture because I felt it was so unappropriate to do that when you sitting, eating & discussing about the room production with hotelier la. But believe me, all the food were so exquisitely tasty and neat looking piece.

Not to mention the city view to look at while you enjoying your palatable piece.

They change the menu once in 2 weeks, and for the price like that.. I might say, this stylish buffet lunch worth every of your ringgit le.

Infinite satisfaction. Indeed.

The ugly truth

This is not a movie review coz I hate movie review. I always can go to the movie official website, watch the trailer and read the movie synopsis and that's it. Why bother to read the review by other people just to decide to watch or not?

I just done with these 02 movies on a same day, one titled "The Ugly Truth" and another one is based on real life story, the ugly truth of a life, career and the popularity of an MTV video girl, Karrine Steffans in "Kiss & Tail: The Hollywood Jumpoff"



Here are the tips for women out there who looking for a man & relationship, according to this movie

"Men are simple. The women from venus crap is wasting your time & money. you want relationship, then get skanny and get some trash lingerie, because in the end of the day all we interested is your looks, not personality at the first sight."

"we fall in love with your tits and your ass, we stick a while because we want to see what you can do with them, and when the maneuver is over, you dont need 10 steps, you only need 1 step and it's called Blow Job"

..and from the above mentioned methodology, lead into this ugly truth story by this girl, she opened up to the world, with the details of name, place, when, where she did what men exactly want in her New York Bestseller books. She was (and still) so good at it, popular with it and she is reigning "SUPERHEAD" trademark.



These 2 movies were so correlated & giving the same ugly truth messages which are:

1) to men, they dont understand anything about women and relationship,but SEX


2) and to women, use SEX to understand and control men in relationship.


Owh, I love when I saw the title of her third book, "The Vixen Manual: How to Find, Seduce & Keep the Man You Want". Im not sure whether Kinokuniya KLCC have this?



In her first book, Confessions of a Video Vixen, she wrote all the details of her sexperience in order to become popular. No, not by blogging and register in Nuffnang and try to get nanged by nuffnangers like us or be friend with other popular blogger. But she did numerous blow job to some popular Hip Hop star like Ja Rule, Twista, Jay Z, Xzibit to name a few.

You can go to http://www.karrine.com/ to take a peek of her books' content (in pdf format) and wow, I must say, it is an interesting book to read. No, not because Im pervert to read other people pervert story, but the way she wrote it was so emotional, words from her heart and so real.

See? I didnt do the movie review ok? Because I dont know when The Ugly Truth movie will come to Malaysia and I doubt it can be 100% enjoyed by Malaysian (without heavy cut) once it reaches here. The movie was rated as "R" in US for its Sexual content "sexy" language which is strictly for adults. And as for Kiss & Tail movie? Nahhh.. in your dream lah.

Spray off H1N1.

No lah.. I didnt get paid to promote this or hoping the company will call to give free cans either. I just wanted to share useful info rather than embedding, copying other people webblog's story in here.

The other day my boss came into the office with plastic bag full of blue spray cans. I was thinking maybe it was an air freshener refill since the one in my office stop working for 3 months already. Suddenly he came to us and start distributing the can and said "starting from today, if he cough infront you, you spray his face, and you (turned to my colleague) when she sneeze, spray on her face."


I was like, wahh.. I like my boss idea. Then now we can play spray - on - each - other - face like a birthday party's confetti spray. I dont know my boss can be that fun till gave us a green light to do so during working hours.

Psstttt. My 1st spray to my officemate. Wahh..smell damn shiok. Then I turned the can to read what this spray is all for.



Just because one of my colleague had 1 day mc cuz of a fever, he quickly bought dettol disinfectant spray for all of us. Lucky no mask.

I can see this also can use to kill salmonella. So can spray your raw salmon when you had your sushi too. (no this is only joke. Dont do it oiiii)



The thing is, the smell so damn fresh like an air freshener. I couldnt stop and sprayed it all over my office table, under table and go to basement & spray my car seat and car steering. I wish dettol company make it in a small size so that I can carry around in my handbag, use it as weapon to spray ham sap guy's eyes. Good ma, can kill the itchiness & H1N1 virus simultaneously.

Strongly recommended for a sex swinger too.

Micheal Jackson, Interview from the Grave. Spooky or Ridiculously funny?

Oh come on... give him R.R.I.P (Real Rest In Peace) would you? He had enough interview ok? Who is the real "freak" by the way?



Michael Jackson Interview From The Grave -


...and if you have any question to Micheal Jackson..please write an email to mike@michealjacksonfromthegrave.com (speechless)

He said he can forward it to Micheal Jackson on behalf of you.

Ermm guys.. please dont ask about 4D or ToTo oh..Later he give you 7474... then u know.. hehe.

Will I ever cook ... again?

I was invited to Tanjung Rhu Resort cocktail party at one of their signature Restaurant, Saffron, Solaris Mont Kiara. Im not going to talk about the foods or the drinks or the lucky draw which I never won, but about the door gift they gave to the guests.


I was so delighted when I found out it was a cook book by Executive Chef of Tanjung Rhu Resort, Chef Ueli Bachofner. This is the most useful and thoughtful gift I ever had among cocktail party I've attended so far. The book itself cost Euro 40, which if I need to pay with my own money, I rather to spend it on La Senza lacey bra that currently on mega sale - 3 bras at Rm150.00.



Im so eager to cook any of recipe inside since I dont need to pay RM900++ for their lowest category room per night and pay around RM350.00 - RM500.00 for their fine dining dishes.








Then I saw this, "Tanjung Rhu Seafood Hot Pot" which the ingredients to me, similar for cooking tom yum. So I thought, I can start with this!


I have to admit that it has been almost 3 years I stopped cooking. Actually I love cooking when there is "someone" for me to feed with love but now it happens that I have none. I miss to see the face savoring my cooking and keep asking for another plate and burp with red face in the end. And how I loved to hear voices saying that he craving my sweet & sour siakap fish or Ayam masak kicap and ask me to cook it during weekend.


And then.. what the hell, inside the book stated "90 minutes preparation time and it takes another 40 minutes actual cooking time", I grabbed my car key and drove to nearby restaurant and ordered my tomyum. The whole process of driving, parking my car, ordering the food, drove back to my house and finish a bowl of tomyum only took 40 minutes.

Not to mention all those french terms "Sachet d'epices", "Concasse" and "brunoise" which leave me with no clue. I only know Virgin Oil & Bon Appetite ok?


Then I flipped through the cook book.. hoping to find something much more simple for my level and try to prove that this cook book is worth to keep.

Then I found this.



"Homemade Strawberry & Orange Sorbet served in an Ice Bowl"

I love sorbet! Always! The fact that it has no fat and Im having low sugar level in my blood, this is somesort of holy medical solution for me!


The ingredients are:

For Strawberry sorbet
300 grams fresh strawberries
1 litre water
200 grams sugar for strawberries
1/2 pc lemon juice.

For Orange Sorbet
250 ml Orange Juice
200 gram sugar
500ml water

Blend the fruits / juice with water and sieve through a fine sieve and add it into a pot. add the sugar & lemon juice and bring it to boil. cool down in the freezer prior blending it in the Pacojet machine.


PACOJET MACHINE?

This is the result after I googled it.





Never mind. I just go buy Paddle Pop ice cream down stairs.

Evergreen Plague.

Mega Sale is hazardous more than H1N1, at least people manage to invent vaccine for H1N1 and make it curable. This Mega Sale virus easily affect women and somehow lead a direct consequences such as heart attack, high blood preassure and headache to men, on the spot. Sounded like more dangerous than cancer or HIV. Will any insurance company come up with protection plan to cover this illness in the future?


I stopped at a mall just to have my dinner at Sushi King and I ended up with this. WTF? Since when I need 3 same T-shirt with different color? And it troubles me to find shoes that match with every shirt and the bag and the jeans..







Im counting the days when Malaysia Mega Sale will be ended. It burns my whole pocket no, my bank badly and leave a very big tryannosaurus size, mark or whatever you might call it.. PLEASE! I DONT WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS EVENT ANYMORE!

Till then, I will be wearing same shirt for 3 consecutive days.

Hurray.