DINNER OF THE YEAR

If some people just had their Wedding of the Year recently, I’ve just had something of an equal standard. At least for me. But it wasn’t a wedding, it was a dinner.May be seen as trivial by some but it was really a meaningful one for me. Since it’s not easy to get the chance to dine with him, I mentioned to him that I would blog it just for the sake of remembering it and here I am writing about it.

I got his SMS while driving homebound from work. Let’s call him Abang Nice. Let me put word for word of what Abg Nice wrote ‘Jom g mkn kat hartmas square kul 8pm’. I was smiling although the message was a bit plain but later Abg Nice explained that he wrote it while he was driving. Quickly, I replied ‘OK c u there’

Abang Nice walked towards us in his nicely pressed white shirt. He greeted us with a big smile and a set of pearly white teeth. In exchange, I gave him the same. Abg Nice said he rarely dined here and he asked what’s best. You are. No…. I didn’t say that to him but I was LOL inside when he asked me that. I knew he sounded lame but I showed him around.

“You makan tak siput sedut?” Abg Nice asked me.

“Eh…I suka siput sedut” I LOL inside again.

“Bagi medium satu eh..” Abg Nice said

“Eh…tak banyak sangat ke tu... takut nanti tak habis,” I said, LOL inside again.

Abg Nice ate fast. When I was already tired of 'seduting' the siput, I rested. Then Abg Nice insisted on me helping him out to finish it. I then did.

Between ‘chopstick’ ing my noddle and 'seduting' some Siputs, Abg Nice made a sweet remark.
“You nampak handsome tonight in your office wear”. I smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks”

The conversation went along well. Lots of things were exchanged, viewed, shared, debated and discussed. Sorry, I almost forget to mention that Mr Cakewatt was there too. We only realized his presence when every now and then he made a long face and said, “I balik je la…”

Abang Nice grabbed my arm and gripped it hard whenever he teased me and I was playing along and brushed off his hand every time he was trying to touch me again. What a cheeky gentleman.

It was a cold night. Colder than usual. Abg Nice said he was cold. So was I. The cliche phrase struck me "Hon, Baby is cold." LOL inside, yet again. It was raining earlier and it started to drizzle again after the second round of drinks, we then moved to the covered area. We ordered another round of drink until I got real sleepy. We said good night and good bye. We shook hands and departed.

Abang Nice is such a lovely person. Some people regard him as my ‘Imaginary Bf’. But in actuality nobody knows what my imaginations are …..

Perhaps, it was just an ordinary dinner but if some people can have their ‘heaven sent’ and some with their "Wedding of the Year" why can’t I call it, my ‘Dinner of the Year’. Well, I already did ....Good Nite Abang Nice, Sleep tight!!

The shirt matches the pants, would you give it a try?

I was briefed of his profile before we met him in person. Well, it seemed OK to me but not sure if it’s OK for the intended person. The profile was quite appealing and worth consideration. They both seemed game for it so I thought It's gonna quite interesting.

It turned out that he matched the profile quite well. Ice was broken. I could feel some melted already. It’s a good sign but it’s too early to tell. Don’t get this wrong, he was not meant for me but I was kinda admired him as he was man enough to face the entire crowd but I supposed he got no choice :-) In fact, he was man enough than those ‘tamil rebels wannabe’ on that night. He has the courage to face the insatiable panel of queens – Drama Queens. It takes some degree of patience to be able to withstand all of us ,each with our own act and drama.

Out of all those dramas, it’d be nice too see some ‘special effects’ on both of them…………GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK.

Bring me down, I bring you to my knees

I was verbally attacked over the phone and it was aggressive. It was an obvious personal attack. I could counter attack but I remained poshly composed. I knew that was not the right time for me to do it. I'd rather have some audience.

If I'm the one you are not happy with, do not include the rest. If you think you can bring the whole thing down, start with me first. Come and get me dear!!

Facts are brought to light. With that apology, I’m taking a deep breath, exhaling it with a deep relief.My eyes are closed and my heart is open with a big smile.

It was 'BLOODY' good!

It was a mixed feeling, pain and pleasure. More pleasure than pain. Though, every now and then, the latter was stronger than the former. This time it was in a public place. The last time I had that kind of pleasure was a few years back. That evening, I struck back.

No warm up but the eagerness burnt us like fire. I only shook my hands lightly and kept my eyes open for a perfect spot. We were too eager to start , we ignored whatever and whoever’s lying around. We slipped it out. We stroke it gently and its front part was feathery soft but the tip was quite strong. It’s Wilson’s. I hit it and he hit it back. We pounded and pounded, we both sweated and I suddenly fell. Both of my feet were momentarily uplifted but then I fell and I moaned. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!A sudden sharp pain struck deep inside. It hurt badly. I saw blood. I was nervous. I saw scratches and the bloods kept dripping.

The last time I got that kind of scratches was when I went to Pasar Malam and bought some durians for my dad. I was engrossed by some( I can't remember what), I swung the durian and it scratched my leg. Ever since that incident, I’ve stopped eating durian. But this time I wouldn’t stop. We had only just started. It felt really good. We continued and kept going and quickened our pace. I was sweating blood. I screamed occasionally but the excitement was too great to describe.

The jogging club has now expanded its horizon. We have a variety of sport activities and the Badminton game on that evening was a great fun.

SEDATION OF ZOMBIFICATION

I was prescribed with it once when I was thoroughly Zombie-like. The 'zombification' was strong. It was strong enough that I felt as if I was fighting with something. Something that I couldn’t see and tell what exactly it was. Once, I was running from it and I could not bring myself to drive home, I diverted and drove straight into ‘haven’. I was not in my natural disposition.

Later, I went to see her. I didn’t expect that I would need to be sedated when I was already in that state, lethargic and out of focus but it helped. I slept like a baby. I was sure that the bad spirit was dying down with my drowsiness. It’s been almost a year since it happened. Now I feel like it’s haunting me again. Whether it is psychologically, spiritually or physically, I was disturbed. It bothers me even more when it feels as much a part of reality as life is.

Every time when I get home, out of habit, I’d peek under the bed. I don’t know why I do that and I don’t know what I expect to see. I went to see her again recently for a different reason but she prescribed the same thing. She thought I could use some minor tranquilizers. I know that it won't reach the root but it has certainly helped to calm me down. It is a minor sedation that keeps me from what I could be mistakenly regard it as ‘zombification’. In her perspective, may be I am a delusional patient with anxiety disorder.

EVERYTHING IS PRETTY

Yes, everything about her is pretty. Pretty confused, pretty loud, pretty fussy, pretty messy but I loan her a little credit, she’s occasionally pretty sweet.

The person, who was initially reluctant to celebrate her 30th Birthday, had eventually sent me a pretty long ‘B’ list (the fact that almost everyone who attended the party was someone’s B =‘BABY’)

The venue was not anything new to us, but she hadn’t got a clue that we would pick that place until somebody who was pretty blur sent her an advanced apologetic wish that he wouldn’t be able to make it. But he made everything else known to her. Pretty annoying!It was pretty obvious that she knew where we gonna take her. It's pretty late to hide and it would be pretty lame to come out with stories. No point of hiding.

She came in a pretty long black dress and pretty late but it was her night. I gotta hand down the crown to her. She looked pretty cute with the crown on.Her hair, her dress and the crown seemed to blend in pretty well. I was glad that everything went pretty smooth. Everyone seemed to have a pretty good time. Evidently, they sang their happiness at the top of their lungs in 'Macau'. I was pretty moved when one (or may be more) thought that my singing was pretty good this time.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY!!!!! No, I meant that for me. Didn’t you guys say it was my birthday again?

OK ..........I was there pretty much to pretty up the party and seriously it was your night, HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear, PRETTY!!!

In the name of LOVE.





I think you are addicted to speed, don’t cha think so? I didn’t mean that ‘Speed’. The way you want it just like the way you drive. You like it fast, fast and fast. Falling in love is just like driving.

* It’s not a straight road all the time, every now and again there are twists and turns.
* There will be a lot of bumpy rides, well especially here in Malaysia. But sometimes it’s nice and smooth (You may think driving in Singapore is better but there are also some limitations and restrictions. They also have their 'rules' . Even some of them come here for a better ride)
* Don’t speed up - you might crash into who knows what and the impact can be unbearable. Watch the ‘speed limit’
* But not too slow la…. people you are driving with might get bored and start to ignore you or fall asleep.Others might hoot at you or even worse ‘overtake’ you (I know so well it drives you mad when people overtake you)
* While driving it'd be nice to have some entertainments but it could turn into distractions. e.g friends might call. They say this they say that. Most of the times you would enjoy it but if they nag too much it could be distracting. If it's too much just put down the phone.Or else, there is always 'hands free' or put them on speaker and let them say whatever they wanna say but you gotta concentrate on driving.
* Every now and again, you've got to look at the 'back mirror' but do not look back too long, you might miss what's lying ahead.
* Along the way you might pick up someone and drop them somewhere. Do that if you don’t mind but too much of it can be tiring. So when you are tired, you gotta rest.
* Don’t forget to read the signs. I know you adhere to most of them but you tend to ignore some too. If you need to slow down, you must slow down and if you need to stop make sure you stop. If you hit it, you will never know who you might hurt ahead and worse still, it could be yourself!!


At end of the day you are the one behind the wheel and you should know what sort of ride is best for you. You want to reach the destination safe and happy. It could be several different destinations but you gotta stop somewhere. May be it's not the last stop because life is a journey to many destinations and some even beyond our imagination.

So, drive carefully…………

AF - Awfully Frustrating!

I was rather disappointed to see him winning. It’s even more disappointing when she only came 3rd.The worst disappointment of all - he came back and overthrown her. Utterly disappointing!!!

Lotter – Moderately energetic performance but his voice is annoying at times. What was the image consultant thinking? Broad stripy pants didn’t make him look any taller but more like a clown.

Farhan – We know that she was not that keen on the song originally composed for her. She could have done her job better, if they have done theirs as much. A friend told me that she was expressionless. I think it’s the song that is. Who needs that red fake fur when you have already got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Again, the image consultant should shoulder the blame. Poor girl but she’s still the best.

Faizal – He always put on an artificial pathetic sympathetic face. Another Mawi. Let’s just see how long he is going to last? Nothing else I can say, my speechlessness signifies what people say “If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing” Let's not waste words!

Velvet – Tak Meletop! Poor girl to be dressed in the outfit . She looked like a pregnant lady. But the song specifically composed for her suits her voice well.

Haziq – Sweet but we know too much of sweet stuff, it’s drowsy!!!! But I’d buy his album to listen with my family.

Having said all that, AF is so called an Academy. Just like any other academy, its system plays an important part in producing graduates that are high in quality. Does AF have a great system?

Chicken Run

I decided to run barefooted. I removed my shoes. They said the lighter you get the faster you can run. On you mark, Get set, GO!!!!!I was the final runner for the team, in the baton relay and the spectators went wild, especially the supporters of Rumah Harimau. I spread my legs as wide as I could. There were times I felt like I was running in the air. I wished I could fly. I wished I could fly over the other 2 runners who were ahead of me reaching the finishing line. Every time I go for a run, I’d recall those moments. The moments of glory at the Secondary School’s Sports Day.

Last Wednesday, I went for a run again after quite a while. He agreed to come with me. I suppose our motivations were almost the same, only his is a bit stronger (I hope so). We got there a little past 6.30. It was still drizzling when we started to get on track. It was a good start, only after a few yards there was already ‘Abang Mat Salleh’ running from the other direction saying Hi to us. The adrenaline was frantically pumping.

We thought running on the track was not challenging enough, we attempted the difficult hilly track but it end up like a jungle trekking. Let’s just say that we were being extra cautious of the slippery track, worried that one of us would roll down like a ‘ Nangka busuk’ . Actually, I was more worried of the sight of him falling than I was worried of myself. Out of breath, we decided to enjoy the breathtaking view. We stopped for a ‘Mineral Water’ break and a toilet break. The toilet was so clean and quiet and I wondered if all the ‘naughty’ activities like those in Hyde Park happened here too.

We got on track again. This time we spotted an athletic figure running ahead of us. We tried to chase him but as we got a closer view of him, we were happy to let him outrun us. It was getting quite dark. We decided not to over exert our well pampered bodies mightily and before all the trees started to fight with us for oxygen we jogged back to our cars. I was glad that a plan that sparked from a casual chat really happened. Even it’s a small activity, I’m proud we made it. I’m happy that I’ve started to run again and I’m not running from what I’ve planned…………

Thanks to my jogging partner. The least I can say is - we are not some sort of chickens trapped behind the barbed wires fearing for our lives. We are chicks with a mission…………………..