Bleargh

Calling all ex-Franciscans, Class of 1993! Our 14th-year reunion do will be held this August 5 in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. It’s time to meet up, chat, gossip and reminisce the good and not-so-good times we had at St Francis Convent Secondary School.

Date: August 5, 2007
Venue: Mediterranean Restaurant, Tg. Aru
Time: Between 1pm and 5pm
Theme: Come dressed in your sports house colours - red for Jet, blue for Fokker, yellow for Comet and green for Boeing!
Charge: RM75 per head that covers food, drinks, venue and others

Do RSVP to me by sending me a msg on Friendster, or via SMS, if you have my number

It’s pay day today and everyone’s down because there ain’t no extras.

I am bummed out too, but at least for me it isn’t so bad because my claims all came in this month.

That doesn’t mean I’m loaded though

And because I fought with the Astro people last month, my latest bill came to more than 200. (okaylah it’s some stupid smart card problem shit which they said they’ll rectify but still…) On top of that, my phone bill also came up to more than 200 because I used 3G and all those other crap on the review phone so much that I forgot how expensive data call services were. At first I thought it had something to do with the calls and sms-es I made from Bali and Jkt, but it turns out those only cost my 30 bucks. :(

Complain complain whine whine…

Oh well.

In other news, The RatRizal Celebrations is getting close! I haven’t done any of the things I’m supposed to do for it: the video (don’t panic rat), the buying of clothes, the making of "prim and proper" clothes,  the losing of weight to fit into the clothes that i’m suppsoed to buy (muahaha) and the buying of the gift, but that’s not my fault.

This post is so sad. No newsworthy entry I’m afraid. Maybe it’s got something to do with Facebook. I’m on Facebook so often that I’ve sort of neglected Friendster. Heh. Kesian…

Oh okay, I’m watching Harry Potter next week… that’s a newsworthy entry right? No? Ok then…

Bleargh.

Goodbye then.

But before that, here’s a pic for my own viewing pleasure:

It’s Archie!

*** Oh, a shout out to Mr Hope: Happy belated (oooops… heh) birthday! And to Mrs Hope, got plans ah for 17?

How could I have forgotten the most important guy of all from our Bali trip???

Behold, AMI:

Okaylah, you can’t see how gorgeous he is when he’s sitting down like this, but TRUST us, he’s H-O-T (say it like Paris Hilton, baby!)

We call him AMI cause he looks like the Miami Ink dude, minus the excessive tattoos:

To answer your question Liz, YES Bali!

Anyways, me and two cousins went to Bali for five days from June 1, before heading over to Jakarta for another two days. We booked our tickets when Air Asia was giving away those 1 million free seats a long, long time ago so imagine how psyched we were by the last week of May!

We stayed at this quaint little inn at Kuta (where else?) at Poppies Lane, not where the bombing happened but withing walking distance. We were about a seven-minute walk away from the beach and from Miss Toh’s favourite place, Hard Rock Cafe/Hotel Bali.

Because we were so close to the beach, the inn was filled with shirtless surfer dudes and chicks with really skinny bikini bodies. Lucky us! Hehe. But not so lucky for me cause each time I had to walk next to a skinny woman, it kinda made me look like Goliath… Oh well. No one knew us Bali anyways so what the hell did I care?

Oh on our way to the inn from the airport, we passed by this:

Surprise!

Okay, I know it kinda spoils the whole "Bali is rich in old cultures and traditions" thing, but hey we were on holiday, so we’re allowed to indulge in foolish things like cream-filled glazed doughnuts!

Krispy Kreme is located at the Discovery Mall, which also had the familiar signages of Roti Boy and BreadTalk, as well as British products Marks & Spencer, Dorothy Perkins and Topshop. Yes, it’s a Mat Salleh place, basically. In fact, when you stand outside the mall, this is what you see:

Ala, it’s a little dark. Never mind, I actually wanted to show the billboards — Krispy Kreme, Pizza Hut, Starbucks and KFC (not in the pic, but it’s there). On the left side of the mall, though, is a temple where shopkeepers, salesgirls and donut-gives make their offering each day. So, Bali isn’t like 100% corrupted by western cultures also lah. I’m guessing these fast food joints and clothing stores are there to cater to the growing number of foreigners who make their stay permanent in Bali. And for sakai tourists. hehe.

To cut a long and winding story short, here’s a photo essay. I’ve uploaded more pics on imagestation Bali pics

The Kecak dancers at Uluwatu sure got sexyback. Heh. 

You want massage? Manicure? Umbrella? Towel? Pineapple? Mango? Ice-cream? Yes, we were hounded endlessly at the beach, but after a while you do sort of tune out and they’ll kind of leave you alone. Us being Asians, we were a little too nice and didn’t bark at them to go away, but there were these two British women who sat near me (when I went to the beach on the very last day alone to catch some rays and to oggle at surfer dudes) who just snapped at anyone who came by peddling their wares. Needless to say, people left the Britons alone. Earlier that week there was also a woman who took off her bikini top, baring her nippies for all to stare and drool over (the men lah). The locals left her alone too.

Ah, the bane of my dieting life, the babi guling! Why, oh, why can’t I get this in Malaysia?

If I had a proper house, I’d want my door to look like this. What place was this? Erm, the Ubud Palace, right next to Ibu Oka’s Babi Guling. Hehe.

Behind door number two is a car! Sorry I have no idea how to rotate the pic on friendster.

You would think that Babi Guling and Krispy Kreme don’t mix, but oh how wrong you would be!

Dear Lord, thank you for giving this guy such wonderful arms.

Sand between and ON my toes… bliss…

Okay, I can’t rival MsP and The Boy’s food pics, but hey I think I managed to make tempeh look good!

In a nutshell, Bali is a great holiday destination, especially if what you’re looking for are just simple things like the beach and a lot of sun, a bit of culture, a few specialty dishes (babi guling, baby!), great friends to hang with, cheap stuff to buy and hundreds of surfers and tourists with yummylicious bods!

So anyway, went for a holiday with me two cousins, saw tonnes of hunka burnin’ lovely guys, ate and drank "moderately" (for reals!) and now all three of us want to be there still.

Where is there? Nanti lah I tell you, today has been a freakishly busy day and I don’t really want to be in the office anymore so here’s a sneak peek:

RatsandRizal, I know what you guys have…

To quote someone: "I don’t think any of us would have thought to pair the two of them together with them being complete opposites but the results… magical. Like hot fudge brownies with cool vanilla ice-cream, like heavy rain on a hot sunny day creating a rainbow and my favourite, Jennifer Lopez and Mark Anthony making sweet Latin music."

Muahahahaha

After 11 years of hoping, wishing, dreaming that I’d one day meet Johnny Depp, I had finally given up when the Pirates of the Caribbean junket went to somebody else. Somebody who doesn’t work in the office no less. If only the bitch that signs all my claims wasn’t so farky I would have gone for it. But then again, Johnny Depp wasn’t going to participate in the junket so that’s some solace for me there, but still, I haven’t gotten a single one of those movie junkets since I was FORCED TO JOIN SOMETHING I HAVE ALWAYS HATED.

Yes I’m whining but it’s my right. Maybe I’m just a scorned woman like the fury that hell hath (thanks Jack!). If you’re already annoyed with me, scroll down. 

I am so re-in-love with .

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End ROCKS! I loved it. I love Johnny and his clones, I love Johnny’s long-lost relative, I love the monkey, the goat, the parrot, the crabs, the barnacles and the rum. Yes, there’s always rum.

Ah Fat-ko, or Chow Yun-Fat as Hollywood spells his name, was a little underused I felt, but you do feel the impact. He spoke Cantonese in the film though… As a Singaporean character, shouldn’t he be speaking er, Mandarin or Hokkien??? Hehe. Well, they never really mentioned that he was FROM Singapore, just that he was IN Singapore. In any case, wasn’t Singapore still known as Temasek then???

Ah, but, my dear friends, these questions won’t come to you while you’re watching it, so don’t worry. "It’s just my neh-chore."

What I didn’t like about the movie was the "Attack of the 50-foot Woman" scene. Seemed like an anti-climax to me.

Oooh, and, and, and, if you’re planning to get any CDs this week, get the Pirates soundtrack. That haunting "Yo-Ho" song (as opposed to the hippity-hoppity Yo, HOE!… haha private joke, move along) will keep playing in your head after the film’s over. AND, if you had been planning to buy the latest LP album, chuck that idea and buy the Pirates soundtrack instead.

Oh AND, please don’t walk out of the cinema RIGHT after because there’s kinda like a surprise thing about five to 10 minutes after the credits roll. Nothing much lah, some say that one also anti-climactic, but for me, it was fine.

For those of you who love Orlando Bloom, I can assure you you’ll wet your pants towards the end of the show when the goody-two-shoes Will Turner transforms into a new man with a bandana (is it bandanna? who cares!). I’m not a big fan of Bloom’s Will Turner, though I do love his Legolas (it’s the long, blonde hair thing, weird, I know), but dang, I gotta say that boy’s got the goods to play a rough-and-tumble kind of guy! Woohoo! 

FYI, this is BEFORE his transformation.

Hamana hamana hamana….

I swoon, you swoon, we all swoon…

Tomorrow morning I’ll be watching Shrek the Third. A colleague said it’s "okay-lah only" but then again, a bad film at the cinema is better than a good day at the office, ba-da-bing!

The problem with some of the male photographers working in The Bintang is that most of the time, they take gatal pictures like these:

Yes, boobies galore. Luckily, Unduk’s pic is decent, though I can hardly say the same about the other girl in the same frame. You can argue that pics of Western celebrities are usually worse, but these ain’t no Western celebs.

PLUS, I know for a fact that most pixmen from all newspaper publications take pics like these cause they want to oggle at them later. Iyer.

I mean, they know that pics like these usually won’t be published, so why take at all? "Souvenir mah," would be the most common reply.

The Bintang photographers would also say: "Boss suka, sure print punya." And they’d be right, the big bosses at The Bintang are made up of stupid and horny old men who think nothing of publishing booby pics such as these. Except during Ramadhan.

Oh, and speaking of stupid old people, last Friday I got so worked up because somebody didn’t do what I wanted them to do. Basically I wanted this picture of Sylvester Stallone as Rocky to be  placed prominently on one page. However, the person who did that page decided that because Mr Stallone got into trouble with the law recently, we shouldn’t be highlighting his picture so much, even if the pic is relevant to the story.

So, judging by this stupid woman’s theory, we shouldn’t really be publishing pictures of Paris Hilton, Alec Baldwin, Brandy, Snoop Dogg and the thousands of other celebrities with legal problems.

She is by far the stupidest person I know.

GRRR.

Anyways, I’m on a "Things to do before I turn 31" quest. So far, I’ve got two things on my list that I’m actually doing — lose SOME weight and fix teeth.

I’m in the middle of fixing my teeth, which is no picnic. I’ve gone to the dentist four times already, and pulled (okaylah, extracted) more teeth than I’d like to count. And it didn’t help that I got an infection that day. Sial. My gums are still bleeding a bit today, though it looked and felt worse yesterday. The doctor said it’s normal to get infections after extractions especially if one doesn’t take care what one eats, hint, hint. Okay, he didn’t exactly SAY "hint, hint" but he did imply it with his eyes.

Next will be fillings. I hate fillings. All I can say is OWEE. :( 

Anyways, next to painful teeth fixings, you would think that losing weight would be a cinch. Riiiight…

My venti is cold now, it’s time to go home.

Bali.

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Perez Hilton moment: Hello, girl in turqoise, I can see your tan line… and you need a new make-up artist. And sack your hairstylist while you’re at it. 

Can you hear me getting bitch-slapped?

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