saying goodbye... for now!

as sadly lainey is going to be leaving us soon for the land down under (sob sob)

we simply had to say goodbye in a very convent like style...

so we kidnapped her after church..okay i did not as my grandparents were down

*with mud crabs i must add*

so i could only leave after lunch..

but then at about 3.00 i went down to the music box to meet up with my beloved peeps who were showing off their vocal prowess ~or rather lack of it~ and their oh so muka tembok camwhoring abilities as well..

as i gtg and mug for my already doomed accounts test tomorrow.. i leave you with the pictures!

vin is so feeling the music

kushikins!

we hearts the camera

*the green clothes?.. not preplanned*

it's an oma-anak thing

... "gimme the mike.. else i'll bawl like a baby"...

*lainey is looking on in wonder*

perasaanness knows no bounds

heck, you can even bottle it up!

in litres...

After a few bouts of erm singing, we head over to BR and there it is tata for now..

However, lainey will be returning in december, her culinary skills homed in time for Christmass *hint hint*

and we will be seeing her real soon...

till then my darling babester,

we shall always remember you as we camwhore and i shall especially cherish the moments where i drove you up the wall with my chem-class hyperness and you calmed me down during our prom monetary planning craziness.. esp with mentally unstable leelian..

i heart you.. mucksies!

"if you wanna be my lover,

you gotta get with my friends,

friendship lasts forever,

friendship never ends."

-wisely said-

the things i do for want of better things to do

Being totally ridiculously bored, i ventured into Kajang town awhile ago and dropped by Watsons.

While walking up and down the aisles aimlessly, i saw this....

and so i bought it

and sprayed my hair pink

and gave mortals unaccustomed to my random ways... a total shock!!

of course i told them i got it done as a permanent fixture and will only get rid of it as my hair grows out and i cut it off the other options being :

• i get a boy/ crew cut
• i chop of the coloured sections

needless to say neither options were very appealing to navin, he already suffering slight cardiac attacks at the thought of pink coloured hair

navin me

like my hair ?

it's PINK!!!!

i noticed

why PINK ????!!!

well i thought purple wouldn't be noticeable and i already did green a couple of years back*which is true*

PINK??? omg it's actually PINK!!!

err... yea

no better colours you can use ???

would you have preferred blue ?

*note that as the conversation is carried out his tone rises higher and higher

ultimately from an E to an A-sharp

yes navin is a true saint and i'm sure you are all marvelling at his patience but for crying out loud...

it's just PINK!!

anyhows i did tell him that it was temporary hair spray ... a couple of days later!.... LOLS!!!

here's to happy endings!!

vin playing mummy

camwhoring with vin

and how it all started....

Rise and shine at ... wth ? 7.30 ? .. yes unfortunately by biological clock has been preset to wake me up albeit reluctantly at that particularly unearthly hour despite it being a blessed off day for me. So i stare out of the window at the rising sun till finally i am rajin enough to heave my butt out of bed. Shower, makan, read mails, glance listlessly at study notes.. check!

THEN.. finally it's one and off i go to meet avinder jit jit kaur for lunch at pizza hut ( i have been craving pizza for the entire weekend and no i am not pregnant! ) and with her come along Sunil and Harvinth

.:: hmm so much for a peaceful meal::.

so of course we sempat to camwhore a bit before lunch

This photo had a lot of jagung in it and i'm not sure why.. Sunil you must zoom!!

And then before my food arrived i had to go pick my sister up so Harvinth decided to follow me.. like he said "mari mengembara di kembara".. swt! and that dude is the worst companion you can ever take in the car. For heaven sakes he exclaims "motorbike" and "car" every 5 seconds... yes Harvinth it's a town, there are bound to be other motorists on the road.. And then he goes and relates all the accidents he and his sister have managed to get into which would be great except that you're bursting out laughing with a very lethal weapon i.e, the steering wheel in your hands.. Anyhows i drive very okay and that you must admit kays Harvinth!

p.s. : Sunil would have made a much better companion

After dropping my sis off (and to his dismay we didn't actually enter Convent grounds so he 'potong steam' dy) he starts whining at the traffic lights bout his pizza getting cold... could you not just stranggle him ?

then ...

harvinth me

harvinth get your hand of the handbrake

no no, just in case you know

just in case what ?

in case you don't know how to stop

haiyo please la if it's red must stop

*after the traffic light*

faster la faster.. all getting cold dy

shut up la and get your hands off.

and stop instructing me as to what to do

okay wei this sounds very pervy!

Then we look at each other and burst out laughing again

We do eventually reach very safely and harvinth's quivering kecuted balls were not pleased to find soup in his pepsi and pepsi in his soup..

note the face:

THE CULPRIT:

btw Sunil was a total dear who ended up spending us makan ( which he really shouldn't have but then orang-orang kaya zaman kini and he is so forgiven for dribbling tobasco sauce all over my pizza! ) and Harvinth was quick to be satisfied with good food and dribbling cheese all over my pizza.. =.=!

then i went over to avin's where we camwhored a bit and you know the rest..

oh and btw, Norbit's happy ending renews my faith in ever ever afters.. tata!

done by avin herself n not tharsh....huhu...

da old times

by: avin ...yoohoo!!!

morality and balls

in a fit of boredom and studies procrastination ( two things i excel at ) i have decided to review my moral studies class... now apparently our government feels that all those non-muslims who do not have too attend those compulsory religious studies a.k.a islamic classes need a good dose of moral values and ethic responsibility instilled in them which finds me in a moral class, 3 hrs a week, on a lovely friday afternoon...

but it's nt that bad la.. my teacher is quite cool with her " DAR-ling-a "... so here we all are stuck in class discussing all the major religions in the world and then it comes to christianity..

navin me

* Annette in front talking bout the old and new testament*

oh thats the difference la

mmhmm..in the olden days with all the uncivilized people giving the saints a hard time they're a bit more ganas.. like for instance if you go curi a chicken, they mite chop of one ball

*note that navin, as sweet as he is, is very old school indian. The
public discussion of balls by the fairer sex is highly frowned upon*

WHAT ????!!!!!!... how could you even come up with that ?

*laughing my head off i manage to choke out* oh very easily!

other highlights of my class would include Thinesh ( dat idiot ) holding up a dead cockroach ( EWWW!! ).. so yea despite my great show of bravado my entire class now knows i'm shit scared of cockroaches and butterflies...

p.s : i also learned a very very VERY bad tamil word in class.... s***i !!!!!... muahaha!
plz la, i'll never ever in a gazzilion years use it kays!

Raja Durian

Despite this happening some time ago it is really something i have to talk about.. and my apologies i forgot my camera and did not have it with me..

During the school holidays (which thankfully coincided with my college holidays) my whole entire family ~seven of us plus one maid mind you~ decided to take a trip to Penang. All was well, nice beaches, got to go parachuting, great food... and then... the Raja Durian!

Having strayed of course a bit and finding ourselves in those long, windy roads that loop durian orchards we ( my mum and i ) developed cravings for durian. I mean like there. were. durians. EVERYWHERE!

Hanging of the trees over the passing cars, big bunches of them clustered a hand's reach away, small pyramids of durians at the road side with an orang asli looking like person guarding them, passing us in big rattan baskets via motorbike.. like i said, everywhere! So dad finally gave in to my incessant whining as to how much i feel like eating durians and we stopped at this stall with all the fruits of our local treasure trove.

Now to add to my durian pangs, there were these Star newspaper clippings showing Mr Raja Durian holding up the yellow, juicy succelent flesh of the durian and how he had had this stall for a long time and his durians are exported to singapore and the like, blah blah blah.. the fruits should be really good lah kan ?

I was positively skipping with anticipation.

So my dad, mum n i get down ( the others choosing to be so environmental-unfriendly hence sitting in the Naza watching Spongebob Squarepants on dvd.. *eye roll*) and go over to his shed cum stall cum good way to rip off people thingy.

As i am reading all these newspapers write ups about him, the man himself, Raja Durian, The king of the king of fruits comes out and offers to find us the best fruit, the taste of which he guarantees.. yippee

Out of one of the 'durian pyramids' as i call them he pulls out this really large, montrosity of a fruit.. i wanted the small kampong durians so my dad goes and chooses one for me.. As it is only the three of us, we decide to have the fruit he has chosen (bound to be good rite ? .. my foot la)

First : he guarantees it's sweetness

Next: he guarantees it's richness

Then: he cracks it upon with great show using a Swiss Army knife

Finally: .............. the fruit has black edges?!

it's hard. and dry. and anything but sweet. and has these blackened edges to the fruit which sticks to the white lining. but wait it gets better

The Raja then says "aiya ini sikit keras, biar saya kasi lembut "

Here i am thinking 'kasi lembut' to mean getting me a new fruit which is lembut but nooo, royalty and mere mortals never have the same line of thoughts now do we ?

He then proceeds to pick the fruit up by it's stem and well literally kasi lembuts it by hitting it repeatedly on the hard concrete floor .. bam, wham, slam... i just stare at him wondering whether durian milkshake is part of the deal.. After he deems the durian is kasi-ed lembut enough he breaks it open more and would you look at that, it's even blacker inside!

"haiya ini buah masih ada keras la"... YOU THINK ???!!!!

then he actually has the balls to say "takpe lah itu buah saya kasi you free"

Now is he referring to the stupid fruit he just picked ? of course not, he's the king remember.. he's referring to the tiny kampong fruit that my dad chose which is 1/3 the size of the fruit he chose, hence also being 1/3 the weight and definitely 1/3 the cost..

Disgusted we want to pay and leave but he assures us he'll chose another much better fruit and picks a fruit whose pedigree he brags about. Needless to say, it was hard. dry. and not sweet at all. * very very very pissified now

Then comes this malay family also craving durians i presume. He chooses for them a fruit which is supposed to have red flesh and taste so sweet. It had a worm in it. Of course being the great showman he is, he turned it into a spectacle for the kids and fed it to his pet arowana.. I'm sure the family would be well-satisfied paying for the arowana's worm meal.

Finally we leave paying for three durians, two of which were inedible and one ~the okay tasting one~ which my dad chose ( rather call him the Raja Durian ) and a few kilos of mangosteens.. all of which only three-quarters were edible.

In conclusion, Kajang has better fruits, i was very pissified and the Raja Durian can just go f@#k himself.. with a durian preferably