Monthly Archives: November 2008

surprise!

surprise!

i don’t have much to say except i’ve been spending way too much money on food. i love food. i love to eat. i love watching myself grow fat. you like?
thought i should post some food photos since i’ve not done that for quite a while. here we go.

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surprise birthday lunch @ cava’s, jalan bangkung, bangsar for lo.
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awesome surprise dinner (well, sorta) @ pakeeza, section 14, pj.

that’s all until i can think of more to say. toodles!

retards of vista komanwel.

retards of vista komanwel.

CONGRA-FUCK-TULATIONS bastards. you’ve once again scratched and keyed the front of my car and the side of my driver’s door. and then decided to keep my car’s antenna as a souvenir. i know you guys fucking read this but hey, karma’s a bitch. just keep praying that as long nothing of the same kind happens to you (or worst), to you PHYSICALLY. remember, karma’s a bitch and so are you.
you have caused so much chaos in our area. you called the authorities to summon all the cars parked outside. and then there was a murder in the car park last week. and then four police cars came yesterday to capture with HANDCUFFS a group of foreigner students because they were attempting suicide. you have not only made the value of our properties go as low as your mentality & morale, but you’ve pretty much give us all a bad name. so really, congraFUCKtulations! may you sleep well tonight and the many days to come!

and then the dreary grey clouds moved away.

and then the dreary grey clouds moved away.

i must say, i thought god must’ve stopped loving me when all the misfortunate incidences happened to me. and i was really a wreck for the past couple of weeks, having to go through tough times in both, personal and work related matters. i was grumpy, cranky, snappy, easily agitated and everything else that fits the category. and when my car got badly doodled with a key yesterday, i thought that was it, that it’s confirmed. god really dislike me and everything else just became dark and gloomy for me.
and then before i went to bed at eight in the morning (yes, eight a.m), my dad knocked on my door and said, “YOU WON FIRST PRIZE!”. i lifted my comforter and peered at my dad, struggling to keep my eyes open , “huh?”, i replied. “the numbers you told me to buy for you? well, your car number came out but it’s not the exact number. so you still win a small amount!”, he went on. my eyes just went completely O_____O. “wow,” i thought to myself and went ahead to text iskii & sujen (because his car number plate was almost the first prize too). heh.
when i was fully awake by lunch time, i saw the prize money on the table. VERY SMALL AMOUNT, i must say. doubt it’s even enough to cover for a paint job, but at least, it’s a sign that things would change for a better. that this dark, dreary phase i’m going through is coming to an end. yes, i believe in stuffs like that. LOL. i gave about 60% of the prize money to my parents since they’re retired and needed the money more than i do.
and by four-ish, iskii called. yay, we’re going to bukit bintang, somewhere that i’ve been wanting to go for weeks to do some proper shopping. i must say, because of my frequent trips to the dentists last month, i did almost zero shopping and that explains why i haven’t been feeling myself. believe it or not, shopping is my aphrodisiac, my happy pill, the key to my happiness (as zher likes to call me, haha!). when i saw my sizes in isetan, i wanted to cry. i could PICK ANY heels and stilettoes and still find my size. for the first time in so many years, i could find shoes with plenty of space still. for a lady with big feet living in a country where most of the other ladies are half your size, you don’t know how much it means to me. it was exhilarating, the joy was almost orgasmic, i kid you not. and so, i went ahead and just pick and try pick and try and said, “I’m TAKING THEM ALL!!!!” (it’s just three pairs la actually, but it feels good to say that).
as we walked towards lecka-lecka, it made us realise how much bukit bintang has changed to adapt to the middle eastern. EVERYWHERE serves shisha (hookah)! from coffee houses, ice cream parlours to italian restaurants, you find shishas. i guess they are after all, the biggest tourists to our country but bukit bintang is losing it’s local touch, which is somewhat, disturbing. after dinner, we walked over to pavillion. as i took my virgin step into pavillion, i just realised what a beautiful mall it is. and it’s so inviting. and clean! couple of hours of shopping later, i’ve made up my mind. PAVILLION’s like the best freaking place to shop, ever. i’m so in love with it! ♥
anyway, the trip to bukit bintang, albeit a short one, was very, fulfilling. and the shopping helped a lot. it made me a bubblier person and has moved the grey clouds from above my head. ah, shopping again at pavillion, anyone? and for some odd reason, sp, i kept thinking about you the whole time i was there. and i thought of the fc-ers when i was at lecka-lecka too. see how much i miss you guys! and before i end this entry, let me quote my colleague who said something that cracked a smile on my face.
me: EEEH!! got massimo dutti sales! *in damn kau excited voice*
R: yeah, i know. told j about it. but she tak layan *looking bored*
me: wth lor, you know about it and you didn’t tell me! *fakes a sulk*
R: lol, cos you can’t buy massimo dutti.
me: WHAT?!!!! what do you mean by it, man? *feeling insulted*
R: no la, cos you looked more like a chanel person.
me: *pauses & then burst out laughing*
R: eh, why la.
me: i damn kembang lor. the only chanel i have are lipsticks!
R: *giggles* (probably thinking that he saved his ass quite well there, which, actually, he did. lol)
ok, good nite. i’ll be shooting a filipino vj tomorrow. wanna visit me? i’ll be up at six a.m! toodles and hello, a brand new week!

becky decides to discuss on serious issues. like, oh really? yes, for once!

becky decides to discuss on serious issues. like, oh really? yes, for once!

WARNING! BORING ADULT RELATED ISSUES UP AHEAD. AND IF YOU’RE STUBBORN, DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU!
i’ve been struck by a string of bad luck for the past couple of weeks. but let’s just begin with today itself. i got up feeling tired, as always. we were suppose to be up in genting for buffet supper but well, due to some unforseen circumstances, we ended up just at the bottom of genting, and by the time we get to the police station, it was already almost 3am and too late to do anything.
shrugged and went home. got up with a whole lot of work hoo-has and went to work only to notice how badly keyed my car was. it must’ve been from a) work (yesterday), b) vishul’s house or c) vista komanwel, my home. now i know my site’s link has been spreading around at my housing area because of a certain entry and encounter i witnessed a couple of years back (and the residence’s community decided to give me some free pluggings by handling out notices with the link to my entry). so i really hope that i could highlight how disappointing (i’m trying to refrain from using words that could be deemed insensitive and over exaggerating although we, the residence, know what it’s like living here for a fact) the security and the management are and be heard (although it will take a long while before people actually read this entry).
now, to those of you not interested in my housing area and the issues that surrounds it, you may choose to click on the ‘x’ on the top right. to those who came here by googling, well, hello, welcome! we, my family & i, we one of the many few who moved in to this area back in may 1999. it was such a lovely peaceful place to live in albeit being slightly further than most of the places we go (seeing most of the highways were not fully built yet). the people here knew one another, greeted each other and well, let’s just say things were all beautiful and somewhat interesting. it was filled with expatriate and there was no such thing as noisy rowdy students dancing in the middle of the night, people throwing down things to the cars parked downstairs and well, the list just goes on and on. but i will highlight a few main ones as below:
maintenance & facilities: being a resident here for almost ten years has made me watch the development of bukit jalil and as well as the influx of students moving it, making it a whole environment to live in. the expatriates moved away, one by one, due to the lack of maintenance although we were charged fairly high for it. the library is abandoned and is usually used for multi-level marketing talks, the gym is vandalised and the pool is well, murky (although it’s not exactly the color of teh susu or anything close to it, just well, dirty). you see people swimming in huge t-shirts and track suits (i swear ive seen this many years back) who don’t even live here to begin with. the badminton court is booked weekly by people who, woweedoo, don’t live here as well *fakes a surprise*. these aren’t false accusations, mind you. i’ve watched people with badminton racquets and towels walking in from the guardhouse everytime with the cars parked outside. if they were residence of here, why would they park outside (until september this year of course, which i will get into later)? and about the gym & the library, im not even sure if they are open to public anymore.
security & parking issues: i must say, the latest security guards are slightly better than the previous ones. but, the community who came up with the idea to allow only ONE MAIN CAR PER UNIT is, well, how do i put it subtly? silly, yes, that would be subtle enough. then they came up with a limited amount of stickers for second hand cars and charged us a certain amount for it which was later reduced due to complaints.
my car, just two weeks old then, was scratched badly for nothing. parked in my own parking lot. and then i posted an entry about it, only to find out my neighbour had things thrown on top of his car by some unscrupulous dingbat and had it dented. of course, he went to complain to the management and *again, fakes a gasp*, the complaints fell on deaf ears. and then a few months before that, my dad’s new sedan was badly scratched too on BOTH SIDES! few days after that, we spotted a wira which was keyed with stars and curvy lines along the sides like it was a canvas for some nincompoop to key his creativity on.
now, my car, after seven months, became the new canvas. it had zig-zag all over it and fuglily drawn lines. i was bloody furious, you bet, when i discovered it this morning. but it’s okay. karma’s a bitch. whoever did it, will well, probably get the same “artistically” doodled on his/her/ITs own
face. yes, i may not know for certain that it was done here. and not at my office. or while i was driving *inserts duh look* home, or while filling up the petrol. i don’t know. it has been done. i just wish that with all the damn hurly burly about BEEFING UP THE SECURITY here, they might as well concentrate on the cars as well?
ever since they’ve started the damn ruling that non-sticker cars (eventhough you’re a residence) are not allowed to park within our vicinity anymore, DBKL (our local enforcement) have been happily scribbling summons every alternate days and my family itself has got a stack of it. it’s just plain silly to not be able to park in your own housing compound but park it outside and let it be risked of being stolen, broken into, summoned, vandalised (actually that makes no difference, seeing ours get badly vandalised being parked inside as well), crashed and the many other possibilities. i tell you, you can almost here the management chant, “oh too bad, you don’t have stickers, neh ni neh ni boo boo.” however, i must applaud them for the extra lights they put on the open car park (but ignored us, who parks in the closed ones). and oh, it’s silly to be CHARGED to park within your housing area too. it doesn’t really make much sense, does it? it’s no wonder the many residents protested downstairs the other day for hours. nobloodywonder.
uneducated/uncivilised residence: it’s amazing what RAINS in vista komanwel these days. you see coins (go through my archives, you’ll find the entry), empty biscuit tins, filled water bottles, large bags of garbages, and whatever the people above feels like relieving their houses of. i don’t think i need to go any further on the consequences of this nor elaborate any further. but really, if you don’t know how to live in a condominium, go build a shack by the jungle and run naked and throw your undergarments/used pads/pubic hair/whatever-tickles-your-fancy all over as you like it. it really shows what sort of human being you all are, really. no kidding.
internet access: you know, it irks me so badly that we don’t get streamyx here. first we had nasioncom, who was shut down last year after the big shots of the company were charged with money laundering. and then came izzi, who by far, is the worst internet connection i’ve used, especially at night. i just wish that there’s something that can be done about the internet connection here because i thought my old jaring dial up was much speedier than the broadband im having now. it could be the area, or the provider, i wouldn’t know. BUT GET IT FIXED! especially with the huge amount of students moving here after colleges bloomed one by one like mushrooms after the rain. maybe a faster connection would make the students spend more time at home and this place could be a much more peaceful place (and i AM NOT IMPLYING that the students are the culprits behind all these issues. it could just be a possibility).
i believe i may not be speaking as a whole of the residence and this little “squeak” of mine may not be heard by the management at all, but at least i know those who bother reading this site will. it’s better than being turned deaf ears on. this is really a great place to live in (or rather, WAS), and it’s a really strategic place, seeing it’s only twenty minutes to ALMOST anywhere. watching the lower cost apartments and residential areas earn better market value than what was once a prestigious place does make us feel the ache.
housing issues aside, i lost five baby gerbils the other day after its mother/relatives perform infanticide. i watched one of them chewing the baby’s heads of and it was a horrible sight to watch. and then today as i was moving some of them into a new cage, i noticed one of the females got its eyes dug out and it’s now hollow and bloody. i dunno what i’ve sinned in the past but i just hope my pets or loved ones, for that matter, don’t suffer the consequences.
despite all these dark happenstances, i’m glad that i was told by my superior/head of department/general manager that i MIGHT get a raise. again, might does not = will. so let’s see. till then, here’s a toast to a better life!

hingga akhir waktu, bii!

hingga akhir waktu, bii!

HAPPY 37th MONTHLIIVERSARII, BIIBII

heh, it has been so long, bii. thank you for the wonderful moments we’ve shared together, biibii. *a toast to us* i love you, bii.
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beckiskii0110.
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what an emo shot of me, perfect for this entry.

anyway, i don’t have much to say except i’m not in the mood to see, speak or do anything human related right now. i think i need a break, and to step away from the crazy things in life. and i heard this song playing on tv and thought it was pretty nice. to those of you who would appreciate a good malay emo song; go download it while i share with you the lyrics.
NINE BALL – HINGGA AKHIR WAKTU (UNTIL THE END OF TIME)
Ku coba untuk melawan hati
Tapi hampa terasa di sini tanpamu
Bagiku semua sangat berarti lagi
Kuingin kau disini
Tepiskan sepiku bersamamu
Tak `kan pernah ada yg lain disisi
Segenap jiwa hanya untukmu
Dan tak `kan mungkin ada yg lain disisi
Ku ingin kau disini tepiskan sepiku bersamamu…
Bagiku semua sangat berarti
Kuingin kau disini
Bagiku semua sangat berarti lagi
Kuingin kau disini
Tak `kan pernah ada yg lain disisi
Segenap jiwa hanya untukmu
Dan tak `kan mungkin ada yg lain disisi
Ku ingin kau disini tepiskan sepiku bersamamu…
Hingga akhir waktu …
Hingga akhir waktu …
Hingga akhir waktu …

sometimes, having alone time helps. so see you guys when i see you next.