Our little get-away

Fatty and I left KL at 6.30am and took a slow, relaxing drive to Lumut using the coastal road.

It was a little bumpier compared to the highway but there were much much more things to see rather than just a long, dull road going on endlessly in front of you.

We even made it on time to catch the 11am ferry from Lumut Jetty to Pangkor Island Beach Resort's private jetty.

By 12.30pm, we were very much in our own world on PIBR already and seriously, it was a beautiful place.

Pangkor Island Beach Resort is absolutely GORGEOUS!

It's even more beautiful seeing it with your own eyes than looking through pictures.

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It was so gorgeous that Fatty and I decided to burst our own budget for the month and extended another night.

And we did absolutely nothing but lay down by the beach, a bottle of Jack to share between us and the clear blue sea lapping gently away at our feets.

I could not have asked for anything better.

One funny thing though, I think Fatty and I were like the ONLY Asians in the whole resort (and the resort is damn big ya). Everywhere we looked, we saw blondes, brunettes, red heads, white heads, bald ones too and these heads were all attached to ang-moh's bodies.

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Seriously! Not another Asian in sight.

There was just one other Korean couple with their 2 children, but other than that, I felt like as if I was in a totally foreign country.

Even the resort staff were not allowed to speak in Malay to us cause they kept answering us in English no matter how hard we tried getting them to talk to us in BM.

Apparently, according to the cab driver who brought us for dinner on our 2nd night, the resort staff were trained NOT to speak to anyone in Malay.

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That's just SO WRONG!

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Yeah, I know you want to make the gwai-los feel at home, but what about the locals?

You forgot about us???

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So, yeah, somehow, everything in PIBR land was foreign. The people. The bright bright sun. Even the moon was big and round throughout the 3 nights we were there.

Eating in the resort was extremely pricy too, but because PIBR is located away from town and has it's own secluded area, we really had no other choice but to dine in at the resort.

But we did get a chance to go out to town for dinner on our second night there.

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And omg, seafood is damn freaking cheap in Pangkor!

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We had fish, and sotong and meat and lots of other dishes and everything just came to slightly below RM50 for the whole meal!

If I lived in Pangkor, I would have turned into a fat bitch a looooong time ago.

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Fatty and I spent a majority of our time by the beach and it's amazing what the ocean can surprise you with.

There were millions and millions of tiny sand crabs running all over the sand and from far, they really looked like ants scurrying around.

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And then, as we walked along the beach, we could see so many giant size jellyfish washed up on shore and couldn't get back into the water.

Apparently, these jellyfishes are not poisonous (or so they say) but Fatty "thinks" he got stung. 10 minutes later, he was prancing around the beach again, saving sea-cucumbers.

And while he did that, I was just watching him from my deck chair, my glass of Jack in one hand, and telling myself, "Oh gawd, that's the man I'm gonna marry".

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But then again, I love him...sea-cucumber savior and all.

On our last morning, while we were having breakfast on the Terrace, there was a huge commotion down on the beach and so, being the typical Malaysian ke-pohs, Fatty and I gulped down our drinks and went down to see what it was.

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And boy, did we see it.

It may not look big here, but it was fucking HUGE!

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I wonder how much these fisherman would make me pay if I released it back out to see. Hahahaha!

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And then, before I knew it, it was time to pack and catch the ferry back to Lumut.

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I'm gonna miss Pangkor soooo much.

We did make a stop in Kuala Selangor for lunch-cum-dinner at about 5.30pm though.

There were so many seafood restaurants for us to choose from and we didn't know which one to pick so we chose the one with the most customers.

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Wrong choice.

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The food was okay, edible, but I think we could have chosen a better one.

Oh well, there's always next time.

Oh yeah, and we saw this cute little doggie waiting for his owner to finish dinner before getting back to him. He's soooo adorable!

But now, I'm back and I wished I was back in Pangkor.

Then at least I wouldn't have dislocated my shoulder and I wouldn't have to be blogging from home now.

Pretty Little Nose

I love children.

Always had.

Always will.

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I love having children around me, laughing and playing.

Just as long as I don't have to pick up after them.

Or clean up their mess.

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I guess I'll never be able to tahan having my own kids then.

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This afternoon, Pearlz and I dropped by at MamaYen's place for lunch.

And we met 2 year old Areeya and her one year old brother, Isaac for the first time.

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And they're both absolutely adorable!

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Isaac walks around with this perpetual frown embedded upon his little brows, while looking at us with sharp, small eyes.

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I think he thinks adults are all idiots.

For baby-talking him all the time.

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Areeya (or Ar-ya, as she calls herself) was down with a really bad flu and she was sniffing away.

But she was still cute nonetheless and managed to sweep my heart away.

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"What did you have for lunch?"

(Her own language) "Piglet"

"Huh? Piglet?" Femme and Pearlz.

"Nooooo....(in the these-adults-are-so-dumb kindda tone)...Peeeeget!!"

Pearlz and I looked at each other. Confused. "Piglet?"

"Noooooo.....PEEEEEEEGET!!!!"

"Biscuit lah!" MamaYen

"Oh".

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"So, Areeya, what's my name again"

She stares at me blankly while trying to remember what this cuckoo aunty's name is.

"What's Aunty's name?"

She still stares blankly at me.

And I'm begining to feel like an idiot.

"I'm Aunty what?" I tried once more, pointing at my nose.

Areeya breaks into a bright smile as realization dawns upon her pretty little face.

"AUNTY NOSE!!!"

Hugs & Kisses

Exactly 10 days ago, I got ffk-ed
*click for flashback*

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And they made me organize another party for Juju.

MessyKelv helped though, and I guess Alf played a little part in helping too.

He booked the tables and paid for the bottles!

Party or what!

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Party was at Velvet Underground and on Saturdays, it's also Saturday Night Life where they spin ol' skool themes.

Hmmm....now that I think back, they weren't exactly playing ol' skool *femme shrugs* but then again, who cares. We had fun!

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I think the whole of KL decided to go clubbing at Velvet last night cause the club was packed to the brim. There was hardly any space to dance so we all had to do the retarded chicken dance, keeping our elbows and arms to ourselves....

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Just like what C.LOKE is doing here....

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It was soooo packed that I even bumped into CuzCandy.

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I know she parties a lot, but I didn't expect to go bumping into my very own cousin at the same club on the same night.

Hell, I even bumped into her brother when I was at the entrance to go in. But he was going to Zouk Mainroom instead.

And the funny thing was, CuzCandy didn't even know her brother was just next door.

Talk about family re-unions at a packed club.

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It was the first time I was actually out partying with Jen, and she was great fun!

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No, she wasn't as crazy as Juju, but she was fun too.

But nobody can outdo MessyKelv and Alf.

Alf actually frenched another guy!

*femme vomits*

But I SWEAR, Alf's straight. He was just.....erm....*scratches head*....drunk.

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Erm...MessyKelv was just being himself here....

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Apparently (or so I heard), he has something for holes, but then again, I don't know how true that is.

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He and Alf were harassing my poor poor Fatty the entire night.

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But thank goodness Fatty has alcohol running in his veins, and they couldn't get him drunk. In the end, they got drunk themselves.

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I'm sooooo proud of my fatty.

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Anyways, here's to Juju and a safe trip back to China.

We're gonna MISS YOU SOOOO BLOODY MUCH, bitch!

The Rose

I had a chat with my childhood friend over MSN today..
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Purple Sunshine says: haha....well it's bout time u get married anyways...
Purple Sunshine says: there's not much petals left on this rose..
Purple Sunshine says: hahahah
SKum SKimmér says: excuuuuse me!
Purple Sunshine says: kekke
SKum SKimmér says: this rose may not have many petals left but whatever
petals that ARE left are priceless okay!
Purple Sunshine says: yes they are...

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NEW TOY

And I have yet to master it.

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Yuppers, Fatty got me the Canon Powershot G7 and now, I have every reason in the world to go around snap snap snapping!

You see, I have this tendency to go around snapping pictures of everything and my old Sony Cybershot F88 just couldn't support the number of pictures I snapped. Which meant that I would have to come home and download everything before I happily skip off to snap more picures.

So seeing how frustrating that was for me, Fatty decided to get me a new camera that has more functions and a capacity to support a bigger memory card.

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And I'm soooooo happy!

This only means ONE thing. Pangkor post will be more of a pictorial and less a blog blog.

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I woke up this morning and looked at myself in the mirror.
Oh gawd, femme NEEDS a tan!

And a tan she'll get!

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YESSSS!!! Fatty's bringing femme away again....and this time, we're going away to....

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the DELICIOUS. the WONDERFUL. the SUNTASTIC. the FEMMELICIOUS island of.....PANGKOR!!!!

Just thinking about it is already sending exciting chills down my spine and I'm soooo absolutely estactic about it that I just want to jump up and down in glee right NOW!

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But of course, I can't exactly do that right now because I am in Starbucks and wouldn't want to scare people into thinking that they are at the risk of getting stepped on by a mad woman. Besides, I have a reputation to upkeep.

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The last time I was actually in Pangkor was....*femme counts*....about 4 years ago, I think, and it was beeeeeautiful!

The sea water was so absolutely clear it was like looking right through a mirror! Except, of course, you don't see your own reflection but your feet lah.

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And the sun....there were no clouds in the sky at all and all you can see when you look up is just blue. Nothing else. And the sun of course.

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And that is always a good thing for me. Because I love the sun. And I cannot live without the sun. I remember back when I was in high school and was punished to stand in the sun during recess because my class 'won' the Dirtiest Class award, I was the one who was actually enjoying it. Everyone else throught I was mad, but hey, personally, I feel that having the sun beat down on your back is much much better than standing in the middle of the pouring rain. But then again, that's just me.

So, this is the first time that Fatty and I will be going to Pangkor together, and I'm really looking forward to it. But I think I'm looking forward to getting a tan more than anything else.

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I cannot imagine myself ever looking like a steam white chicken, and neither can anyone else. I've been dark skinned all my life and if I had a choice, I'd choose to be darker. Which is why I love the sun so damn bloody much!

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We'll be staying at the Pangkor Island Beach Resort and yes, that will definitely cost us a bomb. But I know it'll be worthit. After all, it's going to be one of the last holidays we're going to go on before we start full force in the preparation of our BIG day.

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This is what our room in the Ocean Wing is going to look like.

We also get to have our own private balcony, a beautiful long bath and an outdoor shower area (I think).

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Now, aren't YOU envious of me?

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FINNING....NOT!

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While having lunch at home this afternoon, I updated the parents about the wedding menu.

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"So, I told them to take shark's fins out of the menu and upgrade the rest of the dishes to something better lah".

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"Why???" daddy.

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"Because you know I don't take shark's fins and I don't encourage people taking it either"

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"Just because you don't eat means other people also don't eat issit?" daddy.

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"Yaaaaah."

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"Why you go do that for?" daddy.

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"She's trying to save the sharks" mummy.

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"Do you know, they kill 30 sharks just to feed 50 tables shark's fin soup".

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"Yah, you think people care arr?" daddy.

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"Haven't you heard, when the buying stops, the killing stops too"

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"You think so" daddy.

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Some people never learn.

Being ffk-ed

I haven't been feeling too good the pass 3 days (no thanks to the damned monthly menses) and didn't feel like blogging about it either. After all, if I'm gonna blog about my cramps each and everytime I suffer from it, then my blogs are gonna start sounding more and more alike and that wouldn't do me too good. What happens to my femmelicious creativity then??!!

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But seriously, these monthly cramps are not just 'a small deal' okay.

It doesn't mean that just because I suffer from it every month I HAVE to get used to it.

And NO, it also doesn't mean that I will ever, ever, EVER get used to the pain.

You try going through it for HALF A DAY and tell me if you will ever get used to it.

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Hmph!

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The cold sweat. The contraction of muscle spasms all across your lower abdoments. Not being able to stand up straight. Not being able to eat. Not being able to even sit. A flowing waterfall between your legs. The fear of leaving horrid red stains on your pants. On the office chair. On the car seat.

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Aaargggh!!! And it gets worse!

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Ok ok...I wasn't suppose to blog about the damned menses.

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So, as I was saying, I haven't been feeling good the pass 3 days, but I AM feeling much much better now! And I'm in the mood to PARTEEEE!!!

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But damned the people who ffk-ed me!

Hmph! That's you *cough*jon*cough*alex*cough*alfred*cough*cough*!!!

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Of course, Juju and MessyKelv were victims as well but I was the BIGGER victim cause I was the one who put this damned party together! I spent more than RM2 fucking bucks sending out sms-es (while I was down and out in bed suffering from cramps, mind you!), trying my best to get everyone together to celebrate Juju's farewell and send her off safely back to China as well as to organize a really fun time for all you effers, just to get fucking ffk-ed!

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And you know what the best part is???

You were ALL guilty of telling me that you CAN MAKE IT!!!

And that was only 3 days ago, dammit!

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I'm so ubber pissed off with each of you right now....
So pissed until can die.

Hmph!

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I dowan to arrange parties for you all anymore lah!

Waste my time only.....sheesh!

*femme merajuks kow-kow*

Next time go party yourself k.

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So, instead of partying my life away at Upstairs @ Theloft KL as was originally planned, I ended up hanging out with the other guys at Home & Away, Hartamas.

Yes, I know. Uncle's pub kan.

But what to do? The rest of the effers ffk-ed me, no choice but to hang out with the 'older' peeps at the uncle's bar lorr.

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There were a few of us there lah.

Steve, Jo, AnnUma, UmaAnn, UncaSara and Fatty.

AnnUma and UmaAnn finally found someone to babysit the twins for them, so it was a night out of tani tani tani for them.

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And because this was like a last minute plan, I wasn't dressed up. Bad enough I was out in Hartamas in nothing more than a collared top and the crumpled-est shorts I've ever own, I had NO make-up on my face and was looking absolutely, horrifyingly pale.

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I looked so terrifyingly bad that the usually very quiet UmaAnn actually leaned across the table to tell me this:

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Eh, why you look so tired lah?

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It wasn't the crumpled shorts that got to me.

It wasn't the make-up-less face that made me cringe.

It wasn't the fact that the hair was like a live octopus.

It WAS the fact that the USUALLY VERY QUIET UmaAnn actually made the effort to lean across the table, shout at the top of his lungs (so that I can hear him over the loud music), to ask me, "Eh, why you look so tired lah?"

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I MUST HAVE LOOKED REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD!!!

Italy

Okok...I'm still designing new designs for the wedding invites.
The 3 I last posted up might need a little tweaking or I might just wipe it out totally.
Depending on how I feel, I guess.
Or depending on how good the other designs are.
But most probably depending on JamieLing's skills to HELPMEOUT!
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I swear, my creative skills are like up here *femme stands on tiptoes*
But my designing skills....*sigh*....they're like here, man *femme lying flat on floor*
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So JamieLing, you know what you gotta do, babes!
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Alright. Enough of this whole wedding talk. I'm getting bored.
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Last night, femme dreamed of Italy.
And femme wants to go back!!!
Besides, someone owes me a trip back there and you know why yah! cos I ain't gonna blog about it here.
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And it didn't help when I saw what the KinkyFairy blogged about.
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ITALY!!!!
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Now I really really really really wanna go back.

We were in Rome, where we saw the most magnificent churches in the whole wide world!

And tasted the yummiest pasta....mmmm mama mia!

We hung out where the Gladiators use to roam and fight....

...and even tossed a coin each into the Trevi Fountain, hoping that we will be able to go back again one day.

Then we made our presence felt in Venice, the city of water. The gondola ride was a really really good experience...

....and here you see me feeding the Venician pigeons with very very expensive bird seeds, while they did their poo-poo all over my shoulders....but then again, even their poo looks nicer than the ones we get back here.

We met the new Pope at the Vetican City too....

Had yummylicious wine in Florence....

And even leaned in with the Pisa....

*femme sighs*.....

How long more do I have to wait before I get to go back there, hmm?

Comments Please!!!

So, which is better?

I need loads of help!!!

Jinxed again

2 months ago, I thought I was jinxed

*click for flashback*

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Recently, I found out that I'm CONFIRMED jinx.

And it was at fatty's house again.

Ibrokefatty'stoiletbowlflushwithjustonepull.

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*femme sighs*

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i don't think the in-laws would like me very much if they find out

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But fatty was really nice about it. Either that or I was a pussywussy.

Cos I made him promise not to tell his parents that I did it.

And so, he protected the truth about his Fiance, The Destroyer, from the two most important people in his life.

*sniff*

I'm soooo touched!

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Wedding Bells

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I can hear them. And they're going off pretty loudly.

And it's starting to give me a headache.

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Fatty and I have already started preparing for the wedding. Booking the hotel is soooo easy compared to booking the church! Not to mention having to attend some Catholic Marriage Preparation Course and after that, some Pre-Nuptial talk thingy.

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I just don't understand why things have to get so complicated.

If a religion is something of which you go into willingly, on your own, then why are there so many rules & regulations for a couple who wishes to be married in church?

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And it gets even more complicated when it comes to it being a 'mix' marriage.

What is a 'mix' marriage anyways???

Is there such a thing called 'mix' marriages???

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I would understand if someone called it a 'mix' marriage if I were marrying a pig.

I would understand if someone called it a 'mix' marriage if my friend was standing in as my groom for that day because the real groom is out of the country for an emergency if-you-dont-come-you-will-lose-your-one-million-ringgit-a-month-paying-job.

Hell, I would even understand if someone called it a 'mix' marriage because I am marrying my girlfriend AND my boyfriend!

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So why are we considered a 'mix' marriage?

Because....you doink!....I'm Catholic and fatty isn't!

That's why we're MIXED.

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No offence to all the believers out there, but I'm sure there is a better name to call it.

'Mix' marriage...well, it's just not it.

Satisfaction

I knew he was tired and wanted to go home.

But he knew what I wanted, what I needed, and so, he stayed.

And in his arms I slept all night, curled into a ball, protected by his strength.

And he breathed softly against the back of my neck.

And wrapped his arms tighter around me.

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And this is what love is.

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It's knowing that we can still find comfort in each another's arms, even right after having a huge argument.

It's being able to fight it all out, and then working hard at making right the problems.

It's closeness that allows us to talk about everything, to argue about everything and then, to work together to solve everything.

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And the most beautiful thing about it all...

...is being able to hear him say I Love You and feel the warmth flow through your body.

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GoTa

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The event went very well this morning.

In fact, it went extremely well that we were actually stunned by it all.

And to think that we handled everything all by ourselves.

Without anyone else's help at all.

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Way to go, girls!

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A BIG, HARD pat on the back for all of us!

This is me

I thought I could handle it.

I seriously thought I could go through with the whole thing.

And not let it bother me.

I gave myself enough faith and was confident I could pull through.

Without so much as bringing myself down to any level.

Without so much as having hatred in my heart.

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But I FAILED!

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I couldn't handle it.

I couldn't go through with the whole thing.

It bothered me.

I disappointed myself.

And hatred just grew and grew and grew.

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I'm sorry if I disappointed you.

I'm sorry if I let you down.

But YOU disappointed me too.

And YOU let me down too.

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Why did you have to say what you did?

Why couldn't you just let me say what I want? Nobody heard me. I was harming no one.

Knowing already how I feel, you should have just let me be.

Why did you have to defend?. And I didn't like it. Not one bit. And this will forever be embedded into my heart.

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I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for blogging this.

But this is the only way I know you'll understand.

This is the only way I know you'll know.

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There's something living inside me. It lives in my mind, my head, my heart. It haunts my very being and there's nothing I can do about it. It's just eating me alive.

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I was born with this monster inside me. And with this monster I'll take to my death.

Because this is me. This is who I am.

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I can't change me. I can't change who I am. And YOU can't expect me to change.

This is how I am and this is how I will always be.

I have tried and you KNOW I've tried, to make myself a better me, to improve this monster inside me, to have more faith in everything that I have, everything that has been given to me.

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But sometimes, there's only so much I can take.

And what happened last night went way beyond what I can take.

And you know what you did.

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And that disappointed me real bad.

And it's got me thinking.

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But I forgive you.

And I hope you will not repeat what you did.

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And I pray that you will learn to understand me better.

Understand who I am. Understand HOW I am.

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This is me.

Two 007

Bond.

James Bond.

This is your year.

(i haven't even watched the damn movie)

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2006 pretty much ended in a fucked-up way.

What with the earthquake in Taiwan and floods in Melaka and Johor, and everyone cursing at the damn connections and bad weather, I guess the only good thing that happened was the hanging of Saddam Hussein.

But then again, it's only good to some of us, and bad to the rest.

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As for me, 2006 was a pretty good-bad year.

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1. Got myself a new job with a high paying salary.

2. Had the worst hang-over ever.

3. Went in for an ass operation.

4. Experienced Coloxyl.

5. Tasted the most delicious durian tempura.

6. Found yummylicious Strawberry Daiquiri.

7. Bumped into an ex for the first time.

8. Was accused as being delussional.

9. Proposed to for the first time (but of course)

10. Had the biggest, hugest fight but it was a good release.

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Christmas Decorations Rules

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We had a pre-Christmas reunion at Aunt LaiLin's place.

It was good fun and I had the yummiest red wine ever.

It's specially made and is not available outside. I wished it was though, cos I fell in love with it.

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Aunt LaiLin went to a lot of effort in making her house look all Christmassy and it was really nice.

She even decorated the stairs handrails and her stand lamps.

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New Year's in Penang

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Fatty and I went to Penang for the countdown.

We went with Gord & Cin, Rim, Mark, Nisha, Harp & Mike.

Stayed in Northam Hotel.

It wasn't as good as we expected it to be lorr.

Worse. The jaccuzzi couldn't even hold the water in properly.

I got to eat my Balik Pulau Assam Laksa again and it's still as yummerlicious as ever.

But I didn't get my Chee Cheong Fun though. They close on Sundays. Damn.

Gord & Cin gave us our engagement present.

I don't know what I'm going to do with it now.

Keep it for my own? Or give it away at someone's else's baby shower?

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Countdown was weird too.

We slept right through midnight, woke up to wish each another, and then went back to sleep.

The rest? Don't know.

I definitely hope your countdown wasn't as boring as mine.

Here's wishing everyone a wonderful brand new year!

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Bye-bye 2006 and hello 2007!!!

Christmas

Christmas just isn't the same anymore.

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There was a time when I started counting down the days to Christmas the minute June ended. Christmas shopping was never a last minute 'chore' for me because I always started early and had all the presents wrapped even before the Christmas tree at home was put up. I always made sure I took time off whatever I was doing then, to help mummy and my sisters take out the tree from it's box and light it up, and I was always the one who was hopping all over the house, hanging snowflakes everywhere, and making sure that 'home' is exactly where the 'perfect Christmas' would be.

We would create wonderful fun themes for the different family gatherings leading up to Christmas day.

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3 days before Christmas will see us at AuntD's place, all decked out in Bahamas wear.

2 days before Christmas, and we're all hanging out in our finest pyjamas at home.

Christmas Eve will see us all at Godma's house, in the joyful colours of red, green and white.

And sing Christmas carols together with AuntD on the guitar.

And then Christmas day itself, we'll all be gathered in our Sunday best, at Grandma's house, fighting for the front row seats in front of the beautiful Christmas tree, while waiting patiently for Grandpa to pick out the presents with our names on it.

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All these beautiful memories....

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And then, we all grew up.

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Christmas shopping became an obligation. A chore. A financial burden.

Instead of looking forward to it, it became something dreaded.

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There were no more 6-month-countdown to Christmas.

Sadly, Christmas came and went, and I hardly felt it.

I wasn't even home when the Christmas tree was put up this year.

I took no part in decorating the house...
...or making 'home' the place for the 'perfect Christmas'

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There was no Perfect Christmas.

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For the very first time, this year, we celebrated Christmas without AuntD.

For the very first time, this year, we sang Christmas carols to a children's Christmas CD.

And for the very first time, this year, we celebrated Christmas at Godma's place instead of Grandma's home.

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Grandpa and Grandma are getting too old to handle a crowd in their house anymore.

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And this hit me real hard.

So hard that it hurt.

Because it opened up my eyes and I saw how old the grandparents have suddenly become.

And I know that they will not be in my life for many more Christmasses.

And I cannot ever imagine celebrating Christmas without Grandma's "Five Golden Rings".

Or Grandpa's spasm of sneezes to signify the end of a really yummy Christmas eve dinner.

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And it made me sad.

And so, for the first time this Christmas, I sat in an awkward silence.

That even PlainJanez asked me if there was anything wrong with me.

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BUT there is ONE BEAUTIFUL THING that happened for the first time, this Christmas.

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I'm happily engaged and looking forward to a having wonderful wedding, surrounded by close family and friends, Grandpa, Grandma, Mummy and Daddy, Sarah and Jojo...

And more importantly, looking forward to an even more wonderful marriage....

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For the first time, this Christmas, I realised that this Christmas will be the last Christmas I'll be celebrating as a single, independant woman. For this time next year, I will be happily married to someone wonderful.

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So, this Christmas, for the first time, I shall look forward to making next year's Christmas more meaningful, a Christmas where one chapter of my life will end, and the next one will start.

So, have a VERY, MERRY & BLESSED CHRISTMAS this year to all you out there, and may all your Christmassy dreams come true.

Money tree

Fatty went shopping.

He went to get something to decorate his desk.

And bought himself a money plant.

A HUGE money plant.

It now takes up half of his desk.

While he has to squeeze into a corner and work.

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This Fatty not very smart.

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And he hopes that the plant will grow bigger.

And bring him more money.

Which is good.

Cos then the money will come to Femme.

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And Femme won't have to be

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So. Damn. Fucking. Broke

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anymore.

shopping

I walked into the office this morning and gave MamaYen and Pearlz each a creatively wrapped Christmas pressie and watched them grin with glee.

No, they didn't hungrily tear the wrapper apart as I expected them to, but they were happy all the same.

And I didn't have to feel guilty for walking into the office yesterday, empty handed with only a couple of sanitary pads to offer, anymore.

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*femme pats herself on back* pat pat

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PARKING NIGHTMARE

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Finding a parking spot in Mid Valley is so NOT funny okay.

It requires the patience of an extremely holy nun and the skills of Rempit bikers.

And I am neither.

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Therefore, if you were looking for parking at Mid Valley last night and happened to see an almost bald girl yelling at the top of her voice and tugging at whatever remains of hair left on her head, that would be me.

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So, as you can guess, there was a very grumpy bald Femme stomping around the mall last night, getting last minute Christmas gifts, and a hassled-looking Fatty running after her.

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The good news was that I managed to get Jojo's, MamaYen's and Pearlz's Christmas presents.

The bad news is that I still don't know what to get for the 2 most important men in my life - Daddy and Fatty.

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*femme sighs*

(femme has been sighing so much lately, there really isn't much air left in her anymore)

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ERAGON

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Watched it. Enjoyed it. Won't watch it a 2nd time.

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The actors and actresses are all new. And it's obvious that they're pretty new in this career as you'd be able to spot certain flaws in their acting throughout the movie.

But it was a good effort put in.

CG was good too (but don't la compare it to Lord of The Rings/Harry Potter).

And I didn't think it was a good move to pick Rachel Weiz for the voice of Saphira, the Dragon.

It made the dragon sound lame. And it looked such a magnificent beast too.

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But overall, go watch the movie at least ONCE.

(trust me, there WILL be a sequel).

Guilt

I arrived at the office this morning to find 3 Christmas presents sitting prettily on my table.

One from Pearlz & Pat.

One from Tasha.

One from MamaYen.

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And they sat there looking at me expectantly, thinking I will magically whip out their presents from my HUGE Chloe.

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But all I whipped out were a box of Royal Gold Luxurious Facial Tissues, a Scotex toilet roll and a bag containing my precious Kotex Overnight Wings.

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I'm sorry but it's that time of the month for me again and I'm in a terribly lousy mood because having cramps is really really not funny and I had no time to think about buying Christmas presents let alone wrapping them.

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But hell did I feel guilty for walking into the office empty handed while 3 prettily wrapped presents sat at my table waiting for me.

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Meaning I'll be dragging my arse down to the closest mall this evening
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Christmas BLUEEEEEEES

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Can't believe that Christmas is just round the corner and I still am in no Christmas mood.

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Was at Curve last night and everything was blueeeeee....

Everyone in the office today is dressed in nothing but blueeeee....

The Christmas presents I received are wrapped in blueeeee.....

Even my finger nails have turned an ugly coloured blueeeee.....

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*femme sighs*

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Doesn't help that I'm suffering from cramps as well.

Good news is that when Christmas is really really here, my cramps will be over and done with.

And I'll be able to celebrate Christmas properly.

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Also doesn't help that fatty & I had some stupid disagreement yesterday and didn't talk to each another the whole day.

Althought we've already made up (no kiss though), it still feels weird.

And I still don't know what to get him for Christmas!!!

poor

THE LIST

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More than 30 presents to buy.

Went shopping and got only 8.

Meaning, 22 more to go.

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And I'm already clueless!

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Not to mention broke as well. Like really. pathetically. 100%. broke. So utterly broke until can mati.

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And 22 more presents to buy? Oh gaaawd, how am I going to survive till end of the month.

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Not to mention all the pre-Christmas & New Year dinners. The parties. The tani-tani sessions. All NEED money wan you know!

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Of course, it also doesn't help that the company I'm working for is a typical China-apek company that do not believe in Christmas therefore, no such thing as salary being out before Christmas.

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And then, to make things worse, the only mode of transportation has to go in for a major servicing and R&D - thanks to the on-going problems from the day of purchase till now - and that will cost me about a min of 500-fucking-buckarooos!

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500-damn bucks ok!!!

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So Femme has to struggle through this month and poor Fatty will have to struggle through this with me because Femme would be needing a whole chunk of Fatty's $$$$!