Category: Parties & Outings

Am glad Monday is almost over. I’m in sort of fit craving over my own nasi goreng cincaluk (rice fried with fermented shrimp sauce) though. Not trying to lift my own basket, but they’re SO GAWD DAMN GOOD. Already whacked 2 plates of them. Bedtime seems rather far fetched now.

Regarding my previous post, I might just have the explanation for it. My granny’s home-grown bird’s eye chillies! And yeah, I chucked some into my nasi goreng just now :P

Last Friday, I had banana leaf rice (again) at Bukit Gasing, quite possibly the best in KL. So many were there, including, ST, KY, Jo and God. The owner was quite a funny fella, performing tricks and giving motivational speech (yawns). Galvin was our hero that day. He made a bet with the owner, that if he could cut the banana leaf with a ciggarette, drinks would be on the house. Needless to say, he won and we got our free drinks.

Doesn’t look as fantastic cause I was too busy eating than taking more pics :P

Then we went to Ikano to chill and I had Lecka Lecka (again). It’s officially my favourite place for a sugar fix. Can you believe it’s 99.9% fat free? They taste nothing like fat free. And can you believe that it’s only about half the price of Haagen Daaz? OMG. I want to have some gelato tomorrow.

The Great Faggot enjoying (actually struggling to finish) his dessert.

I want to work here.

Contemplating another pop.

After the sweets, we just hung around and I witnessed a really muhibbah activity going on. Rather poster worthy too.

Multi-racial *Kutu Lepaks – Cina, Mat Salleh and Baba.

Had dinner at New Paris in SS2. Oh my gawd, it’s seriously faster than any fast food joint in Malaysia. How fast? How about 5 relatively complicated chinese dishes in less than 5 minutes? And the place was seriously packed. Food was quite good, but omg..were they FAST!

Clockwise from top: Tofu with minced pork, Stir-fried vege, Asam fish. Claypot pork with salted fish’s not there as I had to dig in before the food finished.

The star: Champagne chicken

On Sunday, I bought 5 packets of Super Ring. And, I willingly played DOTA without any peer pressure (omg!) :P

Super Ring is Best. Promote growth of brain cells.

I meant to do a recap of my weekend earlier on, but since the pictures were not taken with my camera, I had to delay it until now.

Friday night was awesome. After a long spell of MIA, I went to a relatively new club called La Casa to celebrate Seong’s birthday. Were joined by G, FireAngle aka seriously-hot-hoochi-momma-cum-girl-magnet and the gang. Everyone seemed to remember me ‘as the one (another version is “the hot one”, really!) who puked’, which put me off from attempting to drink. Danced from 10pm to 3am. So, yeah, it was great.

Here are a few pics from Jayn’s phone.

I love you, Jayn. Hot angmoh is G.

Woke up on Saturday afternoon (with massive knee pain) and adjourned to Mid Valley for lunch in conjunction with Kavi’s impending abandonement of us for Australia. I’m going to miss you so bloody much Food at Chilli’s was awesome (there went my diet). I had grilled chicken sandwich cause it’s supposed to be lighter (yeah, right!) but eventually, I succumbed to the infamous melton chocolate cake (which, I had to bloody share…bummer).

Here are some captures. Don’t comment on my puffiness.

clockwise from left: Me, Kavi, Shari and Bengiz

The Spread

Me and Kavi

The Girls

Bengiz struggling to finish his meal while we’re busy hunting for crumbs.

“Light” grilled chicken sandwich

Succumbed to this but there’s no regret.

Later that day, I joined G and faggots for dinner. You can see pictures of the meal here. I swear I could down 3 bowls of rice with those asam prawns, but lunch was still swimming in the tummy. Maybe next time.

Regarding my previous post, I heard that there wasn’t much support except for a couple of horny old men. Yeah what do you expect, Malaysians are mostly arrogant lot….we hardly blink at the sight of local celebrities wannabes (ok, perhaps only when they’re wearing shades in clubs). Who are they anyway, a couple of verbally-challenged tv hosts, short male models, stage performers (with shows only classless yuppies attend) and failed-old-and-still-trying actors/actresses. Especially that over-aged one who is spokeperson for the Thalgo facial thingy…oh my gawd…her face is like fuckin’ shrivelled rubber. Even my mom seriously has better, glowing skin than hers. What the hell?

I digress. Okay, so that was kind of harsh. But, gawd why glorify them in the name of charity? It’s really blatant insult to Malaysians’ compassion for the needy. Are we that superficial and shallow as to contribute in exchange for something – especially something so frightfully vain? I’ve grown up watching Hong Konger’s brand of charity drive on television. They use celebrities but they hardly ever glorify them. In those events, most celebrities usually perform taxing/embarasssing/dangerous stunts in order to raise funds. Yes, so one may argue that it attracts publicity too, but it’s to their detriment. And they are smart enough to leave those toothy smiles at home too.

Am working tomorrow. The job title is hazardous to everyone so am not going to name it until I find out how the job really is.

Goodnight.

Alright! With a heavy heart, am going to give Thai Club a miss tonight. Boohoo. Why? Cause I ate like two plates of waxed duck rice (dad made them and they were GREAT) at around 4pm. Couldn’t possibly fit into my slutty top without some pauch showing. Tried to suck in my gut but argh my mood’s already fucked so psychological pauch would still haunt me. Thai Club scratched…will hit Station One instead. Nam Yee fried chicken and tom yam noodle here I come. Had Mcdonald’s for dinner. Hehehehehehehe.

My car’s stranded in pasar malam (read: night market). Can’t move it. Hopefully by 10pm they will disperse and I’ll get to move my car. Otherwise my dear, you would have to come fetch me, or request your better half to do so.

I received an sms from Suan. It said that Penang Bridge had collapsed with hundreds missing, injured and dead. Family and I, who were going out for McD, got back inside the house, switched on TV and watched for 10 whole minutes. Hong Kong cheesy kungfu flick. No breaking news. No announcement whatsoever. Nada. Felt weird. Grabbed phone and read text again. Scrolled down, “….and one individual being tricked. Hehehehehe“. Come to think of it, it’s indeed a scary realisation of the impact it might have on me and fellow Malaysians say some shit of that magnitude did happen.

Chinese New Year is approaching. Mom’s already cultivating them narcissus bulbs or “ngaku” as the locals know them (will post pictures). Notice the name in english? I’m going to declare narcissus as my favourite plant of all time. Besides being a lovely plant, the bulbs could be sliced thinly and fried – believe me, they’re better than potatoes.

Narcissus bulb plant

In my family, on first day of CNY, everyone will congregate at my neighbour’s house (who is also my granduncle). Everyone will be immaculately dressed – in spite of the dizzying humidity. We will OD on basically everything from gossips to mahjong to food to cheesy tv shows. We kids (read: unmarried folks) will stalk every married individual for angpows or red packets. The fun last way into the night at which point some of us may produce stashed/hidden firecrackers, wrapping up the night with a bang.

Angpows

The next day, everyone will gather again. This time, we will form some sort of convoy, travelling from house to house. I absolutely dig this part of CNY. More angpows, gambling, sightseeing and food!!!

On the third day, me and family will travel back to Mentakab to visit my maternal granny. I love this too cause I’ll get to munch on freshly picked mangoes, dig for sweet potatoes and tapioca, chew sugarcanes, gorge on traditional hakka food and loads more. Speaking of which, Granny thinks that all urbanites are streetdumb and will never fail to invite us kids to her rubber estate for an ‘educational’ trip on what do the trees look like and how rubber is made (every single visit!!!!). I don’t like that part, cause I’m shit scared of cobras (although I wouldn’t mind eating them). Oh and yes, get to see all my cousins too and win their angpow money. Hehehehe. On the way back to KL, we might also stay a night at Genting Highlands or Awana. By the way, there’s this pool slide in Awana which is absolutely freaky.

Gawd, I can hardly wait. Better concentrate on shopping for CNY clothes 1st. Another CNY perk, hehehe.