fun time with nature

Actually I wanted to upload these pictures on FB but since FB is being such a pain in the bottom, I thought I should take this opportunity to spice up my blog site. Heh.

Not too long ago, some of my good friends and I went to appreciate nature at the forest reserve. Although we started rather late in the morning (more like at about noon), the weather was very pleasant as the big trees shielded us from the hot sun and the air from the waterfall was so cooling.

Once we found the perfect spot to sit, our stomaches were already growling hecticly. So we fixed some egg and tuna sandwiches to partially satisfy our empty bellies. Later after that, we had roti canai and some chicken salad made from random ingredients but tasted wonderfully yummy. There were watermelon and pears for desserts.

A rather small but entertaining crowd. We discussed almost about everything - from delicious food to wedding rings. What a combination!

There was an ice cream man standing at the bottom of the hill and we had been eyeing on that man since we arrived at the forest reserve. After much convincing done by us to a particular girl buddy, we managed to get a cone of ice cream each and that just perfected our day! Yes, we admit we did bully her but deep down our hearts we do love her and she knows that.

This outing deserves a five star recognition from me! :) And by the way, the photos are already up on FB!!!!!!!! Woot!!

memory lane

After last night's clubbing session to celebrate my boss' birthday, I realised that I don't utilise my beloved camera anymore. I really wish to snap more photos than I currently am but there's never an opportunity to do it.

Since I've got nothing planned on this heaty Sunday, I decided to check out the photos I have taken since I was in first year uni. That's 5 years ago.

In that half a decade, I have had many hairstyles. There were times when my hair was toooooo long where I could see my splitends from a distance. There were times I was sorta blonde - quoting my uncles, "Pergi mandi air karat ke?"

There were also times when my friends from school visited me all the way in the land of William Wallace. Family trips, holidays of the world, and surprisingly horrifying gazillion of food pictures.

I browsed through thousands of pictures but I only have one favourite picture.....






BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA! Oh God, whatever happened to these cute little creatures?

pig out

Tonight I have completely pigged out. I ate everything that was placed on my plate and drank everything that was in my glass. Whether it was beef or chicken, meat or vegetable, soft drinks or iced water. For RM50, I have managed to get myself 5 months pregnant once again.

We had our department's annual dinner at a Brazilian BBQ restaurant somewhere in Damansara Jaya. There were so much food served - unlimited beef, lamb, chicken, fish, prawns, vegetable, breads and soft drinks for all of us bankers. My personal favourite was the garlic bread which was sinfully delicious. It was served from the skewer fresh from the oven. The texture of the bread was so soft that it was melting in my mouth. Pieces of garlic were generously sprinkled on the bread and a little flavour of mayonnaise gave a whole new experience to the taste.

I mingled around with my colleagues, superiors and my big boss discussing every single thing. My big boss brought his nine year old son to the function and ooh what a decent boy he was. After pigging out, I got the opportunity to have a private chat with this little boy who I thought was very smart with his words. At nine, he could explain in detail on how he scored his first goal in his school's football tournament. He also told me that hummingbirds migrate from China to Malaysia during the winter time. I have no clue of the truth behind this statement but I was sure that the whole department were checking out on me when I chit chatted with the big boss' son! Heh.

All in all, I think my batchmates and I have done a good job in organising this event. Food was good, ambience was nice and cozy, and everyone was happy.

sexy week

Now there are 2 reasons why I shouldn't be a singer. The first reason is obviously because I would either crack the windows and glasses or make the rain fall everytime I sing. Secondly, I lose my voice every-so-frequently so imagine if I have gigs, I would have to keep postponing them. And fans don't like that. Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm not a singer.

I did a personality test today. The task was to draw a pig and the child in me came out with this:-


Basically my personality was described based on the way I have drawn my piggy picture.

• Little Miss Piglet was drawn on the top of the piece of A4 paper and it means that I'm a positive and optimistic person.
• She was faced to the front and it makes me a direct, a straight-to-the-point person also a devil's advocate.
• I drew the piggy not in detail (just because I'm a crappy artist*). It shows that I'm a risk taker and a person full of emotions.
• Like all pigs should have, my oinker has 4 legs. It says I am secured, stubborn and I stick to my ideals.
• The ears were medium sized. A good listener.
• Finally the medium tail length describes that I have a ehem ehem ehem ehemmm (which is eff-ing bullshit).

The result is partially true . Nothing to be taken seriously as it was just one test.

Here is a complete different story. When I say DRAWER, what do you think of? Chest of drawers? I was typing this* and I nearly typed 'just because I'm a crappy drawer'. I giggled at myself thinking what a stupid this to say.

It reminds me of what my colleague has said earlier today. "My father owns a printing shop. He's a PRINTER". Everyone laughed at him. Even I did.

I checked on the dictionary. Drawer and printer were used in the right context. Both sentences were valid.

Although I am unsure whether COOKER can also mean a person who cooks. It is definitely an electrical appliance which cooks our food. I need to find someone who can clarify it for me.

kecil kecil cili padi

For the past week, my parents have been alternatingly sending and fetching me from work. Considering that I'm based at the most congested (and convenient) area, having a tiny car is such an advantage. However, drivers tend to associate small sized cars with freshly certified drivers i.e. P-drivers. So to be bullied on the road when driving my little Kelisa is a norm.

A few weeks back, I was asked whether I wanted to do anything to the car. I have already gotten tired of its colour and in my mind I thought a bright colour would give a fresh look to the car. After consulting with my folks, I realised that changing the colour of the car would be very troublesome because it has already been registered with its current colour. Many procedures need to be followed if I proceeded.

Anyway.. on the way back today, a massive lorry was being naughty on the road and moved very close to the car. Angry as we were, my dad honked the asshole multiple times. Then I said, "Pa, I suggest if you want to do something to the car, why not change the honk to a macho one." While grinning, he responded, "OK what.. it sounds like...." and together we both said, "the Road Runner". Seriously, it does.

After 5 years owning the car, I have finally found the best name for it.

Beep beep.