A place only we know...

“If you feel like the world is against you, you can always go there.” – Noreen

Go where? Well, Mona Island of course.

Thanks to Weiling (oh HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!) and Noreen who discovered it (well actually it was Christopher Columbus), I am definitely putting it on my to-go list. First I need to get to Puerto Rico and then take a 6-hour boat ride (God, kill me!) to the island. Upon arrival, I have to stay in tents and it will be like in Pulau Ubin. Hahahaha…I’m going to spend thousands so that I can pitch a tent on my island. Nabei.



The infamous Mona iguana (really!)


Mona is reputed to be one of the most isolated, wild areas of the Caribbean.

Hahahaha..how cool is that?

Noreen is tempting me with a KL quickie this weekend again. I only need to pay for transport while the stay in Mandarin Hotel is complimentary. Sigh… That’s tempting me. That’s evil of you *smacks backside* hahahaha.. Sorry guys but have to pass. Next time.

Anyway, just got some KL photos from Dear. So..hahahahaha..enjoy the crap, ‘ite?

Our infamous boudouir for 2 nights.


See that? Ah that’s Malaysian building, Malaysian road, Malaysian men…


After the food, we walked to KLCC on the first day. Then CY discovered this on some wall.


Then at night, we got ready to go clubbing.


But it was still early and I wanted to catch Malaysian Idol…


The rain got harder as midnight approached. Kill me, just kill me.


On the second day (Saturday), we had A & W dinner.


Yup! I’ve never been this happy in the company of root beer floats.


This is NOT how I normally look while seizing up a waffle.


Oh well.

Wednesday is almost coming to an end. Ramli just brought back all the manuscripts from MOE. That means for the rest of the week, I’ll have something substantial to do. Yippee.

But right now, I need to get to Far East Square…to a club called Fluid (formerly Carnegie’s). There is the Power 98’s Air Guitar Finals later. But the important thing is…I can get my INXS goodie bag later. As for the competition…balik sua!

In the dark of the night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you
Rooms full of strangers
Some call me friend
But I wish you were so close to me

In the dark of night
Those small hours
I drift away
When I'm with you
In the dark of night
By my side
In the dark of night
By my side, by my side, by my side
I wish you were
I wish you were

Here comes the clown
His face in a wall
No window
No air at all
In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
But I wish you were
So close to me

By my side
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were
By my side

In the dark of night
Those faces they haunt me
I wish you were so close to me
Yes I wish you were
By my side - By My Side, INXS

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It's midweek madness...

With a tired body, bad headache and an equally bad English, I left a message…


”Babe, we wasted a couple of hours waiting for u to call us. We know u’re upset and busy settling stuff. However, a short i-cant-make-it cld be much appreciated.”


The other thought that it was quite a harsh one. I don’t think so. Okay..maybe it was a little. But I was quite peeved. You were the one who wanted to meet up and we waited and waited and waited. We waited last night and we waited the night before. Yes you’re upset and broken and in need of support. But if we have to wait up for you till almost midnight for God-knows how long, we too are going to break.

It is frustrating not being able to get hold of you. I am worried that if I were to have any plans, you would call and suggest an emergency meet-up. And I would agree…only to be stood up. Your mother called me up yesterday.

“Please take her out. Make her happy and forget about it for a while. If you need money, tell me.”

(The “money” part is kinda funny…”Auntie we have no money to take your daughter out. Can we have $100?)

Anyway…

How to, ma’am? She doesn’t want to meet anyone and it’s near impossible to get hold of her. If she says she doesn’t want to meet us or anyone, I have to respect that, right? I am just short of getting myself into her room when she’s out, hide behind her door and when she eventually comes in, I am going to jump on her scrawny back. She will break her spine and wail out in pain…and for a split second, experience an immense physical pain that will take her mind off the emotional pain she’s going through. Yes, maybe I should do that.



I don’t know what else to do.

Now there's not even breathin' room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same
It's down on me
Yeah I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind
Girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you give to me
Takes my breath away
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It's a fire I can't resist

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do to me - Cryin’, Aerosmith

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The Suave Lover
45% partner focus, 57% aggressiveness, 50% adventurousness



Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:

You prefer your romance and love to be traditional rather than daring or out-of-the-ordinary, you would rather pursue than be pursued and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance.

This places you in the Lover Style of: The Suave Lover.

The Suave Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and is reminiscent of some of the most classic lover figures of all time, such as Casanova or Don Juan, or more recently James Bond (several of the "Bond girls" fit this type, too). This shouldn't be confused with a "player" or someone who is solely interested in physical love, but someone who is looking for an incredibly elusive thing: a worthy partner. The Suave Lover is a treasure to find, but can be incredibly difficult to hold on to, once found.

In terms of physical love, the Suave Lover can sometimes be surprisingly tender. Given the right setting, and the right lover, the Suave Lover can be a delight in bed.

Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Devoted Lover (most of all) or the Romantic Lover, or the Liberated Lover.

Take this test.


Anyways…


Remember this car?


Well it’s none other than the cult-status Herbie. I caught its latest instalment, HERBIE FULLY LOADED, last night. Initially, I thought..hah, it’s a Disney production and well Lindsay Lohan is always in bad publicity. So it’s going to be crap. But well…I take it back. I find the movie rather enjoyable and wow, Lindsay Lohan is gorgeous (with that hair colour…not blonde) – great hair..great legs, great smile. And oh, Herbie, is as chee ko pek and perverted as ever..hahahaha.


Girl grown up… and a nice t-shirt


Breckin Meyer…he’s everywhere now. He used to be the king of extras (esp. in jock movies – Clueless, The Craft, Road Trip, Can’t hardly Wait) but now, he has a sitcom of his own - Married To The Kellys. Good on you, Brecks.


The one on the left? That's Justin Long. Remember him from Dodgeball? Well, I remember him…as Warren, the super dorky guy in Ed.


And oh, he was in Galaxy Quest, Jeeper Creepers and *gasp* Crossroads.


Look..it’s Batman! Sadly, Michael Keaton wasn’t much used, though. His kookiness was missing.


Ah, Matt Dillon. He has that classic “what-a-bastard” look…he was awrite in here though a bit too animated. But then again, this is Disney.

Gah.

Next change: The Perfect Catch (an Americanised version of the movie and Hornby’s book Fever Pitch)

I love you Drew!!


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A mindless movie entry...

I have a headache...it's brewing really slowly. I blame the the buzzing sound of idleness.

Gonna catch Herbie Fully Loaded after this with Meiling. She has complimentary tickets (yeah macam that infamous Penguin show) so yeah...why not. Sharinah wants to meet up but erm...got movie lah. Shit. how? We'll meet after that i guess.

Last night i watched The Wedding Crashers....hahahaha. I am beginning to love Owen Wilson.

All right..anyone up for Napoli? The Perfect Catch? This weekend?

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Hey, that’s my song…

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

Have this sick feeling deep down in my gut. I feel guilty for accessing the pleasures of life when you sit there stoned. You don’t even want to see me. Come out of your cage. You will be doing just fine.


Buttercup and I took a bus from town yesterday. She had with her a plush monkey and I had a pair of beautiful earrings…all nicely packed into a plastic bag. We were afraid that you had been starving yourself so we bought curry puffs – 1 for you, 1 for Buttercup and 1 for me…just so that we could eat together.

But you weren’t at home. And you switched off your phone. We waited at your void deck. Waiting. Calling. Waiting. Calling. It began to drizzle and we were feeling chilly and sleepy. It was nearing midnight, after all. Many thoughts crossed our minds. Many “what if’s” and “I hope’s”. But your kitchen light was on. So was the living room’s. Tired of waiting for almost an hour, we gathered our courage to go up.

“I can hear voices.”
“Let’s knock.”

She knocked. No answer. I knocked. Another time, a little harder. Your mother opened the door. She must have been wondering who the hell came a-knocking at such times. We chatted for a while and we passed her your stuff. I was so tempted to tell her…but thank God I didn’t. After about 10 minutes of talking at your doorstep with your mother, we two made our slow walk home in the drizzle.



Where were you last night when we were at your void deck?
What were you doing as we sat shivering? Did you feel cold too?

Eversince the incident took place last Friday, I have not seen you nor heard the actuality blow-by-blow. You’ve been avoiding me…content with feeding me elusive messages. But I am not giving up. Tonight I’ll try to meet you again.

In the mean time, I beg you.
Don’t do anything stupid.

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me, where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hard-working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in the driver's wheel
But his body never was found

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through - Where Did You Sleep Last Night Nirvana, 1993

God love you. I love you. We love you.
Fight on, fighter.

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You know you're right when...

A weekend’s continuation…

Saturday 27th August 2005

1230hrs
Well, that was the time I woke up anyway. After shower and all that stuff, we managed to sleep close to 0600hrs. After much slacking and moping around the room, finally got out around 1400hrs and attacked the Bukit Bintang stretch.



Went to Lot 10 to have late lunch… then got “stuck” in Isetan. Then we moved on to the next building..and the next..and the next. A few hours later I needed the loo so we went back to the hotel. We also deposited our loot and around 1830hrs, got out and headed to Jalan Pudu.


The rows of shops across our hotel.


Sorry, ah. Job hazard. Where can you find such cheap-cheap price in Singapore?


Ah! A familiar building. The girls wanted to go A & W’s but erm, I dragged them to Mydin’s aka The Malaysian Mustafa Centre so that I could get my customary body lotion. Then we had dinner of shared waffle, chicken and mmmmmm root beer floats.

Then i got them to Plaza Kota Raya. That place has some bargains and the good thing is that, not many tourists visit that place. I saw some really cool tshirts but decided against getting them. Dear found some Roxy (is it Roxy?) tops and me..well, I’ve got a baby blue Roxy sling bag.

After that, it’s time to attack Petaling Street aka Chinatown.


It looks damn tame in the daytime….but when the sun sets…the hunting wolves came out.



Didn’t stay long. The crowd made it impossible to ogle and haggle for anything. Plus, we didn’t have much left in our dusty pockets. But we managed to get a pair of sneakers each at 40RM a pair. Satisfied and broke, we made our long way back. But not before buying some satay and other “yong tao foo on sticks” back.


My loot. Not many purchases lah…Pocket didn’t allow.

That night, the girls got knocked out early. Me…I managed to stay up an hour later and catch a bit of the Fulham-Everton match before finally succumbing to the night.

Sunday 28th August 2005

0830hrs
*Groan* Must I wake up? Almost wanted to punch CY in the face for waking me up. Hah. She would have flown right out of the window and onto the Jalan Bukit Bintang road. We packed and by 0915hrs, we checked out. Got our deposit back and we made our way to Pudu.

We stopped half way and had our roti prata aka roti canai and teh tarik breakfast. Yummy. That kind of woke me up, I guess. Got onto the bus and well, we got trigger happy. What else could we do on board a bus, right?



Happy happy happy…


Everyone else was asleep so Dear decided to strangle the person sitting in front of her.


KL’s modes of transportation…cabs and LRT.


Teh Muraly’s…The cup that cheers. What the hell?


An artistic shot gone wrong.


Goodbye and happy national day. Tanggal 31/Bulan lapan/ Lima-puluh tujuh/ Merdeka merdeka ….

Then we are greeted once again with miles and miles of Malaysian foliage…


..and many miles more…

Hah. Till next time KL.

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Oh. Something really really terrible took place in Singapore while I was happily slacking away in KL.I did feel a bit guilty for being so happy and yet, across the causeway, an almost tragedy was taking place.

However, this drama deserves a blog entry on its own.

Stay tune.

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