exordinarily ordinary

I rarely write about such personal things,but such life changing events deserves ONE post,if not more.

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Over the weekend, I spent about RM 6k on a ring. Or ratther, Si spent. Yes,one ring. And that’s after spending RM8K on an earlier ring

Tiffany’s Elsa Peretti® band ring, wide. Platinum; 9 round brilliant diamonds, .10 total carat weight, color grade G, clarity grade VS. Original designs copyrighted by Elsa Peretti.

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Now that we’ve bought a wedding band for me, this marriage thing is becoming a reality. The truth is, I am scared shitless. How do you know that this is happily ever after? How do you know you still even want him the day after the wedding?

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Yet, there is a part of me that can’t wait to wake up every morning to someone who thinks you’re sex on legs even if you’re PMS-ing. Even if I drool all over his chest as I snooze away snoring like a train. Not that I do!!

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I can’t wait to share a home with someone who is amused with my perpetual search for cutesy stuff but corrects his english at the same time. And he’s English.

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Someone who would spend a grotesque amount of money that he cannot afford on a rock mounted on a round of metal just to amuse me and cater to my obsession with Tiffany’s . Someone who would spend hours on the plane just to see me for a weekend. Many weekends. Someone who blushes when he asks my father his permission to marry me.

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Someone who willingly cooks me breakfast every morning because I can’t get out of bed. Someone who cleans ,cooks and folds without a complain.

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I’ve never understood why do people get cold feet if they’re marrying someone they love. Now I do. It’s got nothing to do with love, and everything to do with life.

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What makes it scarier is the fact that I am moving on to a brand new country where I do not know a soul. Where I will probably not be able to continue my flourishing career and end up with a job of a lower grading.Where it would take me at least another 4 years to build my career up to where I am right now.

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One good news though. As we both work for the same Group Company, my bosses are trying to help me look for another job in the UK within the Group, and I don’t have to resign officially as it’ll be a transfer. That means I will still be entittled to my employee benefits like medical and bonuses.At least that would give me a good start in this cold and gray country I will be calling home.

Where has blondie gone?

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I’m supposed to pick him up from the airport later..so he should already be at the airport by now waiting for the flight.For some strange reason,he’s not picking up his phone…and I don’t know why. I have been trying for two hours and its ringing off the hook.

The perils of long distance relationships.Sigh.

For those people that haven’t been to Bangsar in ages, you might notice a new strip next to Bangsar village that’s chockfull of lovely restaurants.. seafood,french,tapas bar,chinese,indian ect.

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One thing that my family does well is eat.So it was just a matter of time before we haul ourselves over to bangsar to peep at what is now One Bangsar. Lovely manicured gardens adorn this strip of about 7 old-school bungalows..

View from the vietnamese restaurant

My daddy and mommy..because I love em.

Lovely springrolls with real rice paper rather than kuay teow-like wrapper.It’d better..cost RM15 for these babies

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Overall it was quite lovely,nice atmosphere,good food. I have issues with Vietamese food in Malaysia as most of them are rather ‘fake’,even those which proclaimed that their chefs are flown especially from Vietnam.

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Yes,I do know what the real deal is about. I was seeing a Vietnamese French bloke for about 4 years.His mom would make me bowls of steaming Pho Dac Biet and sizzling Cha Gio washed down with refreshing Soda Canh. I can’t speak Vietnamese to save my life, but I sure can order in Vietnamese to feed a village. And after 3 years in California, I can safely say that Vietnamese food remains one of my favourite.The authentic sort, not the Pho with washed down beef broth.

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So this was a lovely suprise. Bleeding expensive at RM116 for three,but lovely all the same.I do miss my weekly bowl of Pho Dac Biet..

I know this kinda superseeds my UK pictures..but here you go, the best beach party EVER! I don’t think I’ll get to go to another rave as good before I move to UK, so this made it extra special.

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With all the usual ravers being there,this was a great weekend all in all.Only one missing was Edwin..who was at London

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Pre-rave dinner

Our lovely cobwebbed apartment was a 10 min walk away from the rave,which was excellent as we dont have to sit through the horrible jam that plagued PD together with the invasion of the ravers.

Do re mi, Mandy,Seong & Franks

RM 30 for a 9 hour long party with 2 drinks?Outrageously cheap.

This is the spa area…sunbeds abound and I got an arm massage here washed down by peppermint tea..ALL FREE.

I love ferris wheels! I feel like a little girl suckin on my lolly and going round and round on this creaky ride..they’ve got cameras inside so that if youre making out inside,everyone outside could see it. Clever.

I love fireworks as well.This is more like a fun fair than anything else!

Hungry ravers abound…lok lok anyone?

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Got dancing blimp leh…its really cute.The dancing man is actually projected on the blimp

By 3am, we were all really tired and just chilling at the spa area…looking at idiots who’ve had too much to drink loll around aimlessly.

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Left at about 4am,cheers to a great nite out on the beach.One of the more excellent raves to hit Malaysian shores.

I have started to feel guilty. Marcus just reminded me that I haven’t blogged for a week…which is quite exordinary for me.Usually it means somethings wrong..heehee.

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Been busy with work and also preparing my visa application for UK..so a little swamped right now…In addition to that, I’ve started some midnight online job to help pay for my sky rocketing expenses,so everynight it’s leave work, arrive home,have dinner,shower and right back to work till 11pm.By then Im too tired to even take a piss. Realized its taking over my life, so cutting down on my part time job.

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Rave was gooooood..with ferris wheels,coffee bean stores, burger store and even lok-lok store! Was there from 9pm-4am…by 4 we were all shattered and DJ Scott Project kept spinning really hardcore NRG tracks even though we could hardly stand!

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I am still having issues with imageshack,and I think its only from my PC & laptop at home…can someone try accesssing it and let me know if you can get through? No more issues with CDRom though. Seeking  yet another provider that I can actually access to post pictures…arrrrgh. This is getting quite impossible.

This is funny. I cannot post pictures up because I cannot access my new image provider; imageshack.

I think the world’s trying to tell me to stop being a camwhore.

….blog post!!!

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I don’t belive this. I actually have the determination in me to continue blogging.Ableit to a seemingly empty audience.  So thank you reader(s) for layan-ning my lame musings, especially  Marcus !

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And then I get all this people…they’ll read my blog and instead of writing a comment will proceed to email me a comment on it. Like -got something to say, SAY LAR! Write email so secretive for what.This was why I took out my email link.

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And my friends. Rather than leaving comments they call me up and say,"Eh,your pictures sibeh swee..can put summore ah? Entertain my whole office can? If not we too free scratch balls." You guys know who you are….*blink*

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Its been extremely enjoyable cataloging my life.So much so I am planning blog no. 2;codenamed Colt Feed to keep track of the most important event in my life.

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First , need to return to hosting at blogspot.

Yes, Malaysians have it good for events. The V Festival in UK costs about 90quid for entrance. Creamfields at 50+Quid. And I am not even going to mention Glastonbury.

The better known DJs involved in this : Bass Agents , Johan Gielen, Vision Imposible, Scot Project (Frank), Mijk Van Dijk, The Micronauts …

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Anyway, they are going for the holistic approach and will have a separate cafe area for maximum chillout. And a spa area as well. Strange. The last Sepang rave I was at, I actually had my hair curled by a sulky looking bloke/girl.Not sure which.

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Staying the night…which means I’ll probably be sleeping in the loo since Im not paying for this! Ah well…get em’ bikinis out, we’re raving to go!

Too lazy to scan my own..stolen from xes

Left my CD of pictures at home..so no photoblogging today. However, quite chuffin pleased with my new picture host…hope to continue tomorrow. And thank you Marcus!

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In other news, anyone going to the rave at PD this weekend? Well, I am! RM30 (2 drinks incld) tickets are apparenty all sold out at Zouk…I’ve got two extra tics so anyone wanting tics lemme know! Its been some time..I cant wait.

Today’s not been a very good day

First I realized that Friendster blog’s shiete. Not much choice..time to move on

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Then I realized that I am unable to get my pictures hosted for free anywhere because I have too many. Time to move on

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Then Marcus said that he can’t click my pictures for a bigger view. Even more time to move on

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Then boss ask me to conjure my magic again.My one specialty.Cleaning up after other people’s shit.Time to move on

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Then stupid haze is forcing me to stay home this weekend.Time to move on.

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So much anger..so little time.Or rather, so many toolans so little space.

It is now 6.03pm. Time to move on.