Off you go

Since I hardly have enough time to think (and let alone write), I’m moving to a new home where everything is kept short.

Hello!

Dreamy bath

I know after quite a hiatus, this further denotes the uselessness that is my brain. But this is just too pretty not to share.

Meet Soneva Gili Private Reserve, The Maldives.

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The day when I’m feeling down the most.

Is the day I know I can’t live without my husband.

Today is the day.

Today.

I don’t know when I will see him again.

W-E C-A-N

Malaysia is just fascinating.

I don’t know. I don’t know what we are. I don’t know if we want to change.

It’s funny, a country so small, a country full of pride, houses people like us. We, nothing is ever going to be good enough for us.

What is so terribly wrong with switching off the lights for an hour?

Huiyo. Ramai nya yang membantah di Malaysia. Apa guna tutup lampu sejam?

We fucking get it okay. One hour isn’t going to change the world. We are not stupid.

Saya dah berapa tahun tak puasa. Sebab sakit dan tak boleh puasa. Tapi bila orang tanya, saya kata saya malas. Saya kata apa guna beriya puasa 30 hari kalau tak sembahyang, tak tutup aurat? Tengok. Defense mechanism orang-orang Melayu seperti kita ni memang hebat ye. Tiada tandingan. Masuk bab sembahyang pulak. Dah tak puasa tu tak puasa lah.

Kawan saya jawab, kita tak patut fikir macam tu, kita buat yang termampu sahaja lah. Kalau boleh puasa, cuba lah puasa. Kalau boleh sembahyang, mesti sembahyang.

Sama juga bila orang mengutuk perempuan Melayu yang merokok dan minum arak. Yang merokok akan kata, alah yang bertudung lagi teruk, semua video poron di Malaysia dibintangi oleh akak-akak bertudung.

Kesian akak-akak bertudung, tak pasal-pasal masuk cerita. Bukan semua akak-akak berperangai begitu.

Tapi begitu lah kita di Malaysia. Semua benda tak kena. Semua benda tak cukup. Orang tu tak bagus, orang ni poyo. Susah nak gembira, sebab kepala ni asyik fikir macam mana nak defend diri sendiri, macam mana tembak orang tu dan orang ni.

Saya dah lalui semua itu.

Saya gembira di sini. Semua nya penting. Bumi penting. Haiwan penting. Makanan penting. Udara penting. Pendatang haram penting.

Kalau anda mampu, tutup lah lampu. Bukan susah pun. Ada ramai yang sayangkan bumi. Ramai yang kitar semula, makan sustainable food, tak beli kereta, tak mandi. Eh. Sokong lah mereka supaya mereka tahu usaha mereka selama ini tidak sia-sia.

Takpe lah sejam pon. Sikit-sikit lama-lama jadi bukit.

11 things

1. I don’t know how I feel about my job, yet. I feel stupid standing next to scientists, environmentalists and activists.
2. Ij doesn’t annoy me that much, never. I am not sure if it’s good or bad. Husbands are supposed to annoy the hell out of the wives all the time, non?
3. I’m getting excited that it’s almost May. I miss Tips and can’t wait for him to be here.
4. We’re watching Mraz in April at Hammersmith, he’s no LaMontagne but what the heck.
5. Ij introduced me to Bach, and I so love it. Trying to catch a performance of Orchestral Suite 3 in D Major this year. There’s one in Berlin in April, too bad we’re going to be in Brussels that weekend.
6. Also going to Paris in May. Still planning a long summer holiday.
7. Have to remind Ij to renew his passport; and see some lawyers. I’m forcing him to write a will. I don’t need one because I’m poor and the only thing I own is my car in Malaysia.
8. I will start looking for MJ tickets once we’re done with summer reservations.
9. I’ve discovered something. My new favourite thing – organic brownies at Whole Foods Market. Tender and light. I like.
10. I can buy a Mulberry Bayswater bag anytime now. Riak kan? Nevertheless, timing has to be right.
11. I think Lost rocks, as long as Kate isn’t in the picture.

So Good

Dreamy crew – Mann, Depp, Cotillard and Tatum.

Christian Bale? No, thanks.

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Speaking of dreamy, how fab are these Warholic posters of Pedro Almodóvar’s Los Abrazos Rotos (Broken Embraces) starring the gorgeous Penélope Cruz?

It has been 3 years Señor Almodóvar. We fucking miss you.

Note : Public Enemies and Los Abrazos Rotos, both listed on my 2009 most anticipated list.

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Oscarina

Dah overdue dah entry ni.

Fashion favourites of the night:

Penélope Cruz in vintage Balmain. Pretty and graceful, like a swan.

Natalie Portman wearing Grecian inspired Rodarte gown.

The hair is ferosh.

Freida Pinto was extraordinary in a sapphire John Galliano. Love it.

Favourite pictures from the Oscars:

The real supermodels reunited. Hot.

RDJ all neat and tidy and sexy.

A movie with SBC an Seth Rogen? Yes please!

Gabriel Aubry. Period.

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Tahi lah

I am a weirdo, or in Ij’s dictionary – mengada. Quite vitally, we don’t think anyone should ever travel with yours truly.

Budget hotels are my biggest pet peeves. No red, orange, yellow or blue carpet, no flowery comforter, no flowery curtains too, tiles in the bathroom should never have patterns on them. In all instances, the bed has to be firm, with clean white duvet cover, plain coloured curtains, spotless bathroom preferably with slate tiles, and the list goes on.

When a friend asked me for an opinion about this hotel X in country Y that she is visiting soon, I said – Okay je. Not a fan of comforter bunga tho.

Seriously, that was all.

Boy did she get upset and started saying the followings:

1. Peduli apa.
2. Bagi duduk hotel mahal free pon I tanak.
3. Penting ke duduk hotel mahal?
4. Tolong lah. Poyo je.

You know, I’m tired of this. I don’t think people should ask for my opinions on anything.

I did not say that the hotel is a dump. I did not ask that person to withdraw her reservation.

Kenapa ye? Kenapa marah ye? Saya tak kata pon hotel tu hazab. Saya tak pernah halang pon siapa nak beli apa, nak duduk mana, nak makan apa. Bukan kah itu pilihan masing-masing? Saya takde pon jawab begini:

1. Eeeee buruk nya.
2. Cheapooo.
3. Geliiiii.
4. Apsal kau murahan ya amat ni?

Saya penat lah dengan orang negatif. Mereka tanya sesuatu, tapi mereka hanya mahu jawapan yang mereka mahu dengar sahaja. Only what they want to hear. Kalau kita jawap lain, terus sentap 16 tahun.

Setengah orang habis puluhan ribu untuk beli gadget (seperti Ij), setengah orang habis ratusan ribu untuk beli kereta Mercedes (seperti bapa mertuaku), setengah orang habis beribu untuk beli collectibles (seperti lelaki-lelaki yang tataw main bola hiks), setengah orang habis ratus-ratus je untuk hotel yang lebih selesa (seperti saya). Salahhhhhh keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Aku jugak la yang paling poyo. Vavi.

Speaking of vavi, I love Tripadvisor. Why? Because travellers upload real photos of hotels around the world, so other travellers are less likely to get conned by hotel’s own fancy websites. Jadi kita nampak lah carpet tu bersih ke, TV kecik ke besar ke, dan lain-lain lagi lah.

Sekarang ni, masing-masing feeling letak gambar sendiri di celah bedah tempat percutian pulak. Vavi. Orang tanak tengok muka kau lah vongok.

Yang cando takpe. Hiks.

Kesimpulannya, hormati lah pendapat dan pandangan homosapien lain. Jangan lah mengikut jejak ahli-ahli politik Malaysia yang forever bertikam lidah di Parlimen ittew. Tak pon macam Betty Suarez, dia je lah betul. Sedih lah.

Sekian.

Ke barat

I busy uols. Busy apa tataw.

Chores and errands seem endless these days. I start cooking at 4pm everyday and you know, this part I hate the most – ironing Ij’s work shirts. If only I could disregard my responsibilities as a wife.

Other than the wifely duties people often think are painless, I have been busy keeping up with Tips. The cat hasn’t been eating for a week already, thus I have to make sure we all (the girl who is taking care of him, the vet and yours truly) communicate well on a regular basis.

Always alone, just imagine how happy I was when Ed came to visit. Speaking of alone, Ij worries. I go out sometimes when he is at work. He is worried. I just don’t get it, why is he worried? He must have dated a big pussy back then. Oh well.

On job hunting, this is the perfect time for me to try to be useful for once. I want to care. I want to believe that global sustainable environment is possible.

It is easier said than done. I was a corporate slave. I still act like one.

Will I ever stop working for a rich man?

Shadapp

I’m disturbed.

I get asked ‘tak boring ke duduk rumah je?’ ever so often.

Seriously. Wtf?

Of course lah boring. Boring gila babi. What else do you want me to say?