Monday, December 10, 2012

Coffee or tea, sir?

It's 12.00am and I am currently in front of my little pink notebook doing work.

Apparently if you're a journalist, it's a normal thing, working late at night but being a magazine journalist, the working time is a bit flexible. It could get crazy though, like this - bringing work back home.. Heck, even procrastinating by updating this blog makes me feel guilty but the brain needs to simmer down for a moment. Simmer with coffee, perhaps?

Now probably most of you would think that the ideal persona for a journalist is probably a person who sits in front of the computer, sipping a hot cup of coffee (maybe a cigarette in hand?) while typing their stories away.. But, sadly, those don't apply to me.

I don't spend my time in front of the computer (I tend to forget about the computer the moment I get home), I get nervous before an interview (okay, I'm running off topic here...), I don't smoke and I DON'T drink coffee.

Whaat? No coffee? WHY? WHY?

YES. As much as I hate to say this, my body rejects coffee. It makes me gassy (and you really can't stand gassy Aleza - I'm a frequent burp-er. It's gross, I know). I even threw up after drinking a cup of iced coffee last week after my friends and I went to this coffee shop. To make matters worse, I drank TWO cups of coffee. So I guess I found my limit. Yikes.

Pretty sad though cos my friends and I LOVE this coffee shop. And I can't drink coffee anymore.. So all I do now is just watch them sip away their cappucinos and lattes and me with my iced lemon tea. It's okay, I love iced lemon tea anyways.

With tea, I'm all healthy and happy. Hot tea, iced tea, tea with lemon, tea with raspberry, peach tea, tea with milk.. well you get the idea. I love the taste, I love the smell, I love how it makes me feel (so refreshed!).

They really need to stop romanticizing coffee and start loving tea more!

Especially for journos like me. Okay what.. journos and a cup of hot tea, typing away.. It could work.
I know it can.

Ooh look, it's almost 1am. So much for being productive. Har har.

Goodnight humanoids.

Signing off,

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


The name's Bond. James Bond.

I mean Craig. Daniel Craig. Gosh Skyfall was amazing. The movie's different than other Bonds. No cheesy one liner, no annoying Bond girls (most of them couldn't even act - with the exception of Eva Green) and no world domination by evil villain.

Bond is more human in Skyfall. He makes mistakes, he bleeds, he gets injured. Well, he's more awesome lah.

Not to forget Javier Bardem's role as that psychotic Silva... Wow.

I liked Skyfall so much, I watched it TWICE!!! Hahahah.

Best Bond, best Bond movie, best song, best Bond villain. Hands down.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Hello Android!

Trying to blog using me new android phone!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Let the Skyfall.

"Let the Skyfall, when it crumbles, we will stand tall and face it all together at Skyfall" 

Adele is just amazing. 

James Bond is amazing. 

Well, since we're touching on James Bond, I must say this: Daniel Craig is amazing. 

Absolutely amazing. The best Bond ever, in my opinion though I love Sean Connery :) 

Last year, my parents and I went on a James Bond marathon and we watched every Bond movie. Every single one. The old Bonds were quite... cheesy (SORRY!! BUT I STILL LOVE SEAN CONNERY) and Craig as Bond absolutely changed the cheesiness. Ever since Casino Royale, Bond is more human and he looks more like an assassin. Not like those 'jambu' Bonds. 

Whenever I say to my friends how much I have a crush on Daniel Craig, most of them will say, "Isn't he a little old?" Well, have you heard of the term "old wine tastes better?" HMPH. 

Oh well, I am known for liking 'old' celebrities and athletes.. Daniel Craig, Bruce Willis, Zinedine Zidane, Paolo Maldini, Liam Neeson, Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams.. 

You get the idea. That's it, my dark tunnel will have Skyfall's song in it. Hope you get lost in this too! 

Enjoy! :) 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Black should be the new blue

I have no idea how they came up with 'blue' as the official colour of sadness.

Isn't blue calming and peaceful?

It should be black or grey. Or even maroon. But I digress.

Well, I'm having one of those 'blue' days. Or might I say 'black'?

Anyway, whatever it is, I've been hit with the emptiness bug. Yes, the feeling's here again.

That bugger.

To make matters worse, I've been listening to Cliff Richard's ever popular song, Ocean Deep. If the heart is as deep as the ocean, I would be at the deepest part.

And I feel like I'm in a dark tunnel, walking and walking, trying to find that bright light to that happy, sunny place.

But for now, I'll just eat my tub of ice cream in that dark tunnel while watching Cliff Richard's Ocean Deep video.

Pity party anyone?

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Swim, swim, SWIM!

I have never been a fan of exercising.
I detest jogging.
I detest getting sweaty.
I cringe at the thought of having to play sports during my school days.
Once (during my studying days in Melaka), my roomates ‘forced’ me to follow them jogging around campus grounds, at night. Night? Night? Are you serious? At night when I have already showered.. I don’t think so. But after some persuasion (and I didn’t want to be alone that day), I reluctantly followed them.
While they jogged, I walked slowly. Taking in the fresh night air, I felt somewhat proud of myself for making it out of the room. I had a compatriate, a fellow no-exercise friend who followed me. As we were walking, my friend saw the campus shop and we saw ice cream! What the heck, we bought the ice cream and ate happily while the others were busy running. So much for exercising. Haha.
That’s how much I detest exercising.
But all of that seemed to change (though I am STILL not a fan of jogging and running) when I enrolled in a swimming class 3 years ago.
To be honest, I never thought I could ever swim until I enrolled in the swimming class. For some reason, the swimming coach taught me in a child’s pool. It was quite embarassing because I was the only adult – others were kids but that’s okay, at least the water was not deep. (It was at my waist ha ha). But then, as time progressed, I found that I had a knack for swimming. I even went into the deep pool (it was 3 metres deep!) on my third class! Not bad for somebody who didn't think she could ever swim. 
So it became a weekly affair for my family and I (my parents and brothers enrolled in the class too – my brother was the one who enrolled us in). As time went by, everyone became busy and the swimming habit passed. The pool we usually went was infested with people. I really dislike swimming when there are a lot of people – no space! And the pool was getting dirtier by the day.
That was two years ago. And I have been struggling to find what kind of exercise that could help me put off weight. So I tried yoga (I love yoga by the way, very relaxing) but then again, I was too lazy to keep that up (I know, I am really BAD!). The turning point came when I watched the recent Olympic games. I loved how the swimmers swam, and I especially loved the butterfly stroke (can’t do that, they say it’s the hardest stroke). Plus, I knew I was leading a very unhealthy life.
Sleep, wake up, go to work, eat, sit in front of the computer, eat again, watch tv and sleep.
A recipe for disaster I might say.
Now, I have finally found a pool that I am really comfortable with. A bit pricey but I don’t mind paying for the comfort and cleanliness. Unless if they don’t allow guests anymore.. I don’t know where I’ll go!
Whenever I swim, I feel a sense of freedom. I feel free, like a mermaid. And I always feel a sense of accomplishment after finishing a lap!
I love how I can feel my blood rushing in my face and body, like an adrenaline rush.
I love the feeling of getting nearer to the end.
I love the freedom.
I love the feeling of water splashing against my body.
I love how I can feel the calories burning after swimming.
I love my posture looks like after swimming.
I love the excitement.
I love how I love my body and myself more after swimming.
Finally, I have found THE right form of exercise for me. Otherwise, I might go back to yoga. Or walking with an ice cream in my hand.

Love always,

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Fifty five.

We thought it was impossible.

We thought we couldn't make it.

But, against all odds, we did.

We actually woke up early to celebrate our country's 55th Merdeka Day (Independence Day).

The day started really early, with me waking up at 6am. "So, what's the big deal with waking up early?," I hear you say. Well, let me explain. My friends and I have always been night people. We don't wake up early to go out. If we did, it would have to be something really, really important. Even going out at noon is too early for us! As long as I have known these girls, I have seldom eaten breakfast with them.. or even lunch!

It's always dinner. And well, supper.

(Yes, Malaysia has restaurants that open 24 hours!!)

Why would we go out during the day? It's so hot and like one of my girlfriends said, we would have to wear nice clothes. Haha. At least at night we get to wear tshirts and slippers! 

One day, my girlfriend said that instead of always celebrating the night before Merdeka (we usually go to malls or the city to watch fireworks), why not we go to the morning parade at Merdeka Square? I have never been to the Merdeka parade before, and so I thought sure! Why not!  

That's us, the proud flag holders. Each of us got free flags cos they were giving out free flags for everybody! 

 My friend even painted her face! (She became some sort of a celebrity that day - people were taking pictures of her and we, me and her even got interviewed!) How exciting!

Don't you find men in uniforms kind of....macho? LOL :) :)

There's no place like KL. I love KL so much, I got sucked into buying that I LOVE KL t-shirt - which I have no regrets. I absolutely love the tshirt! KL boasts with beautiful buildings, nightlife (though me and my girlfriends' nightlife consists on watching movies and hanging out in mamak stalls) and also FOOD! You could actually find food even at 3 o'clock in the morning! Yummss.. I don't think you can actually go hungry in Malaysia, there are loads of food stalls you can find just about everywhere. You want Malay food? Check. You want Chinese food? Check. You want Indian food? Check. You want Arab food? Check. Everything is here and oh so near.

If you ever visit KL, go visit Kuala Lumpur City Gallery. You get to see KL's history, the models of the buildings and of course, you can find loads of amazing souvenirs. I never knew there was a KL City Gallery since we stumbled upon this by accident. After taking pictures at that I LOVE KL sign, we went into the gallery (we didn't know we could actually go in there - and it was free!) Plus, the weather was blasting hot and we needed the air cond, badly.

Oh, and if you come to KL please visit the Petronas Twin Towers (it's the tallest building from the year 1998 til 2004) and go eat Sate Kajang Haji Samuri. I don't think I can list down every single thing you have to do in KL here in this post - I might have to write a new post on this. Hehee.

31st August 2012: Happy 55th Independence Day, fellow Malaysians! 

Proud Malaysian,

Monday, August 27, 2012

My Bangkok Eid

Here's what I did during Eid..

My family and I went to Bangkok!

It's a bit funny though since I went there three months ago with my friends. This time, I got to cover most of the tourists spots. Here are some of the places I went...

We went on a tour package - itinerary was packed cos we went to a lot of places. The first place we went was River Kwai. If you've watched The Bridge On River Kwai (1957), I think you would know what's the history of River Kwai. To sum it up, in the 1940s, Japanese army captured  the Commonwealth, American and Dutch army and these prisoners of war were forced to build this railway. Thousands of civilians died too in the course of building this railway. It was really sad when we went to the JEATH war museum (JEATH stands for Japan, England, America, Thailand and Holland - the countries involved), knowing so many died in the worst possible way.

So anyway, after the JEATH war museum tour, we went on a boat ride to see the real railway (second picture, clockwise). Knowing that so many died building this railway makes me sad. All those innocent people, tortured.. (Rest in peace). Anyway, if you've watched the movie, I think the trip would be more special - I remembered fragments of the movie as I was too young (I think I watched it when I was 10 or younger, can't remember). My dad kept on feasting us with historical facts about the bridge so it was more interesting for me (like my dad, I'm a history buff too). I suggest to those who are planning (or going) there, read up on this bridge first. Then you'll get the 'feel' of it.

After the boat trip and lunch, we went to the Tiger Temple. This place has got to be my most favourite place EVER. Tigers were everywhere. Of course they were chained up at first but still, tigers are tigers and they were NOT in cages. The tigers were like big fat cats, rolling here and there - the staffs working were even poking them with sticks, as if teasing them! But, as scary as they were, I felt like giving them a big bear hug and tumble with them because they were so big.. and fat! See the pictures up there, that's me, being a daredevil. I have to admit, I was a bit scared and intimidated. And ooh, tiger footprints! How cute are they?

A note to people who wish to go to the Tiger Temple: Shorts, singlets, striking, colourful clothing (like red or orange) are a NO NO. They won't let you buy tickets and you would have to buy t-shirts or sarongs selling nearby. Which is a waste of money, in my opinion. Bring shawls instead. (This implies to ALL temples, if you're planning to go to temples - in a nutshell, dress appropriately. No sexy, bare clothing. Went to Wat Arun which is The Temple of Dawn and they won't let you in if you're well, bare).

The next day, we went to Thailand's popular Floating Market. It's like a normal market but instead of having to walk around, you have to take boats. I think it costs 150 TB for each person. I thought of buying something from the market at first but I think I'm more comfortable buying things the traditional way - you know where you can walk and walk off easily whenever you don't want something? It's definitely a different experience because not only they have shops, but they can actually cook in their boats! I think they have really good balance...

Ooh, I cannot end my post without including this really wonderful Muslim food restaurant. The food there is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sedap (yummy). Clockwise: What the restaurant looks from the front, the ever popular Tom Yum (nothing beats Thailand's Tom Yum - you can't get great Tom Yum in Malaysia! A lot of mediocre Tom Yum here, but no great ones!), beef cashew nuts (I think that's the name) and Somtam. For those who are not familiar with Tom Yum, it's one of Thailand's popular dish (or soup, you might call it). It has this splendid mixture of various flavours, mainly spicy and sour. Oh yes, indeed it was spicy. Nose were runny, drank a ton of water but it was worth it. Worth every single sip. To this day, I am still craving for that Tom Yum.. I can still taste the sourness.. They should rename it "Tom Yummy" (geddit, geddit? :D).

Back in Melaka (during my student days), my housemate and I were crazy over Somtam. We would drive an hour to the Melaka city just for that specific Somtam in Tesco (I can't remember which Tesco though.. *my bad*). It was like an escape, a sweet (or maybe sour?) escape where we would talk and and talk over a good plate of Somtam. Anyhoots, my Melaka Somtam had stripped raw mangoes, raw tomatoes, peanuts, shrimps, among others. Though Mak Yah Somtam had most of these but this one had chicken in the shape of balls! See those round things on the plate, they're chicken! This one too had this spicy and sour taste. I think Thailand is known for their spicy-ness and sourness. Totally right up my alley (I like sour stuffs!). (Crap, my tummy's making an orchestra now...)

Plus, the owners (husband and wife team) were really friendly. AND they speak Malay! Well, the husband, a Malay from Pattani speaks full Malay. The wife speaks Malay too but not as full as the husband but understandable. A plus point for us as there wasn't that much of a language barrier. I would totally go here if I ever visit Bangkok again (which I think I will!). 

Here's the address:
Mak Yah Muslim Restaurant
497/16 Petchaburi Rd., Rachatevee.
(Along the road side beside Soi 7)
By the way, Soi in Thai, means 'road'. So it's 'Road 7'.
Operating hours: 10am - 9pm

Oh by the way, I hope I'm not too late to wish everyone a Selamat Hari Raya! (Happy Eidulfitri!). Great food to start off my Eid celebration after a month of fasting.... Happy tummy means a happy Aleza. :)

Khop khun khaa! (I caught myself saying this all the time in Bangkok - it means 'thank you').


Sunday, August 26, 2012


You know what soothes the tired body? 

Warm Butterbeer... 

Yes, Butterbeer from Harry Potter!

I've always wondered what Butterbeer tastes like and I imagined the taste to be something like Weather's butterscotch sweets.

And so, one day, I tweeted about this and my friend (who is such a sweetheart) recommended this recipe she got from the internet. Apparently there are a lot of recipes you could get from the net but I tried this one. It's super easy and super fast. It only took me around 10 minutes. 

This is a perfect before-going-to-bed drink. Yumms. 

Recipe from

I think I've adopted my mom's habit of making new drinks. Mum's so creative, she'll make new juices for us. :)

Anyhoots, here's the finished product..

They should make 'Butterbeer' glass by the way. Goes with my Butterbeer drink! =D



Thursday, August 23, 2012

Very interesting lah!

As I was browsing through the internet yesterday, I came across a very interesting article.

The article's about how Malaysians use the word 'lah'. And yes, we Malaysians are very generous with our 'lah' but not too generous to a point we use it in ALL sentences or words. It is a skill one can only master from a very young age.

Hear any Malaysian talk, you will surely hear the word 'lah'. "No lah, I don't want to go." "Ya la... you go ahead first.." The list goes on and on.

Here's the link.

Article title: The Adorable "lah"


I'm going now lah...



Tuesday, August 14, 2012

What pretty fabrics you have sister!

Pretty fabrics at your doorstep!

Just click on the link below...

It's my sister's blogshop!



Friday, August 10, 2012

A serious matter

I went to a media roundtable discussion yesterday regarding cyber bullying among kids.

The discussion kicked off with the moderator showing a few videos on bullying by school girls. I was horrified beyond belief.

The first case study was about this girl named Sydney Dalton. She posted a video of herself ripping Justin Bieber's posters - apparently Beliebers weren't happy and began bashing her on the internet. They made hate videos, wrote hate Tweets and other horrible stuffs. Imagine poor Sydney had to wake up everyday to that.

Another two videos were closer to home. The first one was a video showing a group of sekolah menengah (high school) girls screaming and shouting at this girl, in her classroom. The bullied girl cried and cried but nope, the bullies did not stop. They even resorted to cutting the poor girl's hair. Yes, cutting! The sickest part of it was, as they cut her hair, other girls cheered and laughed, like it was free entertainment.

The last video showed a girl screaming and slapping another girl. I don't know what she was screaming about though but it was horrible.

I sat there, horrified. I gasp and my face was in total shock - I think I gaped for a while. And I looked around and others were horrified as well. Some couldn't even bring to watch the videos. 

It had never occurred to me that bullying was THAT bad here. During my school years, sure, there were some occasional bullying but I don't remember it being so severe. In fact, when I was in primary school, kids made fun of my name Aleza (they called me Ali Baba). I, of course went home and told my mother about this. Mom told me to stand up for myself and taught me to answer them back with, "At least Ali Baba was rich!" So I did and the they stopped with the name calling. Ha ha.  

As I watched the videos, my mind wondered, "How can these bullied girls let themselves be bullied and degraded to that extent?" I don't think bullying can be stopped 100% - there will always be naughty and disturbed kids. I guess the most important thing is to equip your children with some kind of defense mechanism. You don't have to teach your kids to retaliate in a violent way (because violence should never be accepted) but it is important to teach kids to stand up for themselves.

I know I am not the best person to advise parents on how to teach their kids (seeing I am unmarried and have zero children), but I personally believe that to combat bullying, one must learn how to stand up for themselves. Sometimes keeping quiet isn't enough. 

Be strong, love yourself and never let anybody degrade or bully you. Ever.


A victorious end!

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Did my routine Twitter check after sahur and found a delightful news: Pandelela Rinong won Bronze for the Women's 10m Diving Platform.

I had tears in my eyes, and am feeling a bit emotional right now. Sebak rasanya.

The 19 year-old Pandelela made Malaysian history with this bronze medal win - the first Malaysian woman athlete to win the Olympics and the first sport to win a medal besides badminton. AND she was the first woman flag bearer during the Olympics opening ceremony.

How incredible is that??

These two Olympic medals make celebrating Hari Merdeka more special ;)

Thank you Pandelela Rinong and coach. We are ever so proud!

Malaysia Boleh!

A very, VERY proud and somewhat emotional Malaysian,

Monday, August 6, 2012

A Golden Heart

Yesterday's final badminton game was such a nerve-wrecking one!

Our dear Lee Chong Wei fought really hard against China's Lin Dan. I dare say that was the best badminton game ever. Ever. Ever.

I clapped and cheered when Lin Dan made errors and stood still (cringed and winced more like it) when errors were made from our side. I even had a mini heart attack when Lin Dan smashed. Boy he is one scary person :s

Eventhough the game ended with heartbreaks, it was good to see the outpouring of love for our beloved Lee Chong Wei. When Lin Dan scored the last point, I went silent and still. Like time stopped. Truth be told, I was on the verge of tears. So close, yet so so far.. If Lee Chong Wei had won, it would be our very first Olympic gold medal. Very first.

But let's not dwell on the 'what if' and 'if only' and let's show our love and support for our nation's hero. Indeed a hero Lee Chong Wei was!

I waited until the medal ceremony - just because I wanted to see the Malaysian flag waving proudly in the Wembley Arena. And I was very, very proud. I never felt we lost but won a medal instead. Despite it being silver, a medal is still a medal and I am so ever happy for that. :)

I love how sports have an effect towards people. I love how sports have an effect towards me. :')

"Silver in hand but Gold at heart."

Now that's more special isn't it?

We love you no matter what Dato' Lee Chong Wei! Malaysia Boleh!

A very proud Malaysian,

Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Godfather, per favore?

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Whenever people ask me what's my favourite book, I definitely will answer The Godfather by Mario Puzo.
I first read The Godfather when I was 14 and I absolutely loved it. I loved it too much, I managed to finish the book in just two days. To top it off, I was having my end of the year exams at that time but because I was so engrossed with the book, my exams became my second priority. Ha ha, naughty Aleza.
Anyway, after reading the book, my dad suggested me to watch the movie. And so I did. It instantaneously became my favourite movie. Since the movie is a trilogy, my dad and I watched for three days straight. (My favourite is the first one, hands down.)
Fast forward 10 years later. About a few weeks ago, my eyes caught a very interesting book in MPH Bookstore: The Godfather by Mario Puzo. At first I contemplated whether I should buy the book as I always believed that reading a book once is enough but touching the book brought back my teenage memories. And plus, I read my uncle’s book – so I MUST, MUST have it for myself. (Aside from The Godfather, I could read Harry Potter books over and over again.)
I thought leaving the book for 10 years would make me less excited (or maybe tone down a bit) but.. I was wrong. My heart beat so fast and of course, I could not put the book down. My excitement skyrocketed after watching the trilogy just a few days ago. Marlon Brando was definitely marvelous in the movie, and Al Pacino as Michael Corleone? Dreamy, just dreamy (don’t get me started with this, I think I’m driving my mom insane with The Godfather.. hehe *sorry mummy*) 
The story was so brilliantly put together, I wouldn’t mind watching again and again. Most movies from books are crappy (example: Shopaholic – I was VERY DISAPPOINTED. Becky Bloomwood SHOULD be English, just my two cents) but The Godfather is an exception. 
Though I was slightly disappointed with Diane Keaton as Kay Adams and Robert Duvall as Tom Hagen (I always imagined Tom Hagen to be taller and Kay Adams to be uhm, prettier and shorter than Michael Corleone) but other than that, marvelous, just marvelous. 
And by the way, how do I get my hands on The Godfather Family Album by Steve Schapiro?? (The international edition is edited by Paul Duncan but who cares, I want!!) Is the book available in Malaysia?? (Have to find out about this..)


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Dear Diary,

A few weeks ago, I read Anne Frank's book, The Diary Of A Young Girl and it got me inspired to write my own diary.

During my teen years, I was an avid diary writer and wrote almost everyday, documenting my feelings. It has been six years since I last wrote in a diary so after reading Anne Frank's book, I suddenly felt inspired.

Anyway, The Diary Of A Young Girl was such an inspiring book. It's about Anne Frank, a Jewish girl living in Holland during the Nazi occupation time. After her sister, Margot received a call up notice to report to a work camp, her family flew into hiding. After hiding for about two years (1942-1944), the Gestapo found the family and sent them to different concentration camps. Sadly, Anne Frank died of typhus.

I marveled at Anne Frank's words, so innocent yet so complex. Having the chance to dive in this wonderful teenager's mind was a truly humbling experience. So, after I finished reading the book, I quickly raked through my cupboard and found my old diary, written from the year 2005 - 2006.

Well, my diary was nothing like Anne Frank (though it had some similar features - her diary cover was checkered red and mine was checkered pink) as it was clearly written by a very hormonal teenage Aleza.

When adult Aleza read teenage Aleza's diary, adult Aleza felt very, very icky.  I could not help but laugh and skipped so many pages because I could not bear reading hormonal Aleza's thoughts and feelings. Like I said, very, very icky.

Here's Anne Frank:

Image taken from


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Of unproductive emplyees

Say hello to the month of unproductive employees (and maybe employers too?) for it is the month of football (soccer to some of you)!

Every two years, I'll get all excited and hyped up over this: World Cup AND Euro. Well, for this year, it is Euro 2012 where 16 European football giants meet - all teams are in hopes of winning the UEFA Euro Cup.

Yes, I watch football. Yes, I am very willing to sleep early and wake up in the middle of the night to watch these championships. For this year, Euro 2012 is held in Poland-Ukraine and the match starts at 12am and 2.45am (local time). I know, the matches are pretty late but like I said, I'll sleep early and wake up just in time.. Haha.

Needless to say, all in all, I've had about five hours of sleep combined in one day. Not good, definitely not good. I need around eight hours straight of sleep to function - especially working in a place that requires me to write..

My eyes are really puffy now.. I need my bed.

Anyway, can't wait for tonight's match between Spain and France! (I don't know which one to choose... I always have a soft spot for France..)



Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Piranha Double D.

Ever since I started working, going out on weeknights is a definite no-no. But yesterday, I made my rare appearance because I was bored at home and plus, I missed my friends. So I thought, why not.

And so we watched Piranha 3DD.. Haa.. I knew the movie was cheesy but seriously, cheesy got to a whole new level.

Blood? Check. 
Evil ugly fishies? Check.
Some x-rated sex scenes (thank God for our censorship board! If not, it is going to be damn uncomfortable watching those horrible sex scenes in the cinema!)? Check.
Half naked women running around? Check.
Cheesy lines? Check.
Awkward kissing moments? Check.

And the cheesiest of em all....

David Hasselhoff!

Haa.. I can take the whole gory, blood splattering, evil-fish-eat-people thing but The Hoff in Piranha 3DD? This is waaayyy too much. And, to top it off, The Hoff even ran Baywatch style - you know, running on the beach really, really slowly?

Awkwaaaardddd *crickets criketting*

To top it off, the mother of all "eeew" moments has go to be: The Hoff's jiggly boobies. Yes, jiggly boobies. No matter how hard a man tries, old age WILL give men boobies. You want proof? Watch Piranha 3DD.

Apart from those human eating evil fish, I would say the second star of the movie has got to be those boobies running freely. After all, Piranha 3DD IS about those double Ds...and apparently, Mr Hoff's too. 



Monday, May 21, 2012

Bangkok Wonders

Initially my friend and I planned for a Hong Kong vacation (Disneyland!) But it was waay too expensive.

Then we thought about Korea, but... expensive too. 

So then we opted for Bangkok.

For a first travel experience with friends (cos usually I go on holidays with the family), I would say Bangkok was great! Our hotel was quite near to the Arab street - loads of Muslim food (Please try the Mutton Beriyani! So soft and juicy... Yummyyy!)

Anyhoots, I think I might be in love with their train system. So fast and so efficient! There were no delays, and took about 15 minutes to get from one end to another. It got me thinking: Why can't OUR train system be THAT efficient? 

No wonder the roads are all jammed up here: Each car has one person in it. For me personally, I would rather be stuck in a traffic jam than wait for the train. But I digress.  

Anyhoots, here are some pictures. Too lazy to upload. Heheh.

The Grand Palace at night.
The cremation ceremony day of the late Princess Bejaratana, King Bhumibol's cousin.
 Arghh I've been bitten by the travel bug. Where to go next? WHEREE?

Ok, bye!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Bringing work back home.

Friday, February 17, 2012

RIP Whitney Houston.

I may be a few days late, but..

RIP Whitney Houston :(

I remembered singing her songs when I was a little girl. Haih, another childhood idol gone too soon. :(

You will always be remembered.


Thursday, January 26, 2012

I got this from the "What Your Birthdate Says About You" application at Facebook.

Please ignore the weird grammar - it was a bit confusing at first but it's understandable.

Btw, I am NOT stubborn.

Ok, that's all.


Monday, January 16, 2012

My rocking obsession

Most little girls grow up with girl band songs, boy band songs.. but me? (thanks to my brothers!) I grew up with rock songs!

My love for rock music started when I was very little (4 or 5 maybe?). My brothers would expose me to classic songs from Search, Wings, Guns N' Roses, Nirvana, Metallica.. I listened to these rock songs everyday in their room and they would tell me about the bands and their songs. There had been numerous times I went into their room (while they were sleeping!) and watched concert tapes! Haha. Once, when I was 8, (I was being super stubborn cos I didn’t want to go to bed at all) my mom had to use Axl Rose’s name to get me sleeping. Hahaha. That bad!

Soo when I had the chance of watching Konsert Awie and Ella at Istana Budaya with my mom, dad and brother, I was excited. The starting of the show was fantastic – the bands played their guitars and drums and there I was, a 24-year-old to be, feeling like a giggly 6 year old. If it weren’t for Istana Budaya and my parents, I would have gone a bit frenzy.. (like I did at Pitbull’s concert) Hahaha.

Oh, the show was amazing! Awie and Ella were so greaaat and they sang their hit songs like Tragedi Oktober, Sembilu, Layar Impian, Ratuku.. My eyes were even teary cos their songs really struck me. Music always does this to me and I can get really sucked into a song (if it’s really good). My parents had fun too! Towards the end, Awie and Ella asked everybody to stand up and dance – and they did! (Well, my parents did not danced lah.. but they stood up and clapped and they were laughing and smiling! :D). Thank you concert people for making a wonderful show!!!! :)

What a way to celebrate mom’s birthday!

Happy 61st birthday mum.

I love you with all of my heart.