Native Island Fishmongers

Yesterday after work, hubby and I made our way to Pyramid to catch The Island. We really looked forward to it, as it was Michael Bay’s. But then we were not certain if we should since hubby said that the film didn’t get good reviews in the papers. I say, never rely on others’ reviews because you never know. You might enjoy the movie. Plus, going back to our first point, it was Michael Bay! I mean, Michael Bay – the heavyweight behind bad Boys I & II, Armageddon, The Rock, and I heard the new Transformers movie. We watched it and got lost and caught up and tossed, and we came out of the cinema feeling good because we enjoyed The Island.

While we were at Pyramid, we went to the surau to perform our Maghrib prayers. I was really mad with some of the people there. There I was performing prayers and there were these people talking in the surau. Hello?!? It’s a surau. If you want to pray, fine, but if you want to talk, please be a bit more considerate and leave the place. What happened to respect, or even common sense? They weren’t whispering or talking in low hushed tones. Oh no. They think that everyone should hear of their exploits with so-and-so and what happened at work and where they went shopping. Oh definitely, everyone in the surau was just dying to know where they bought that adorable hairband. Oh, and could you please also tie up each other’s hair and laugh and giggle loudly please? I’m sure all of us there went to the surau just to see your antics. You stupid imbecile childish loudmouthed no mannered yammering yaks!

Lucky me it was dinner time. We went to the Manhattan Fish Market (MFM), which hubby insists on calling Fish Monger! Whatever… I had the flaming prawns. Yummy, but while the crew was flaming it for me, she sort of burned bits of my garlic rice so there was a burnt taste. But that was soon overpowered by the creamy prawns.

My only grouse was that we were chasing after time as our movie was at 8.45pm. We wolfed down the food, not having enough minutes to savour the whole experience. Ah well, there’s always another day at the fish market. I mean fish monger…. Heh!

The cat and the coconuts

Yesterday, I went to visit Kucing Gatal’s blog. I got the answer right to KG’s guessing game and thus KG has given me a prize. A whole entry on me. Kinda funny....

Pink Ping!

Presenting, my new PINK PING T-shirt.....

What happens when you mix whites with colours in your washing machine? Disaster! See, I wore my PPS T-shirt the other day. Then later put it in the laundry basket and promptly forgot about it. Mama washed the bundle of clothes and didn’t realise that there was a new kain pelikat in there as well. All our other coloured clothes have been tested and didn’t run. Only this kain was new, so of course it bled. Red! So everything white turned *gasp* pink!

Daghat slipar mu....

Oh goodness me! The haze outside is just terrible. Had to cross over to the other building and was suffocated. Heard that there was a fire somewhere here in Cyberjaya. And our aircond is playing up again. It goes on and off and now I really feel choked. Is this our company’s way of conserving energy a la the government? Hope not. Come to think of it, it’s getting harder to breathe. My breathing is laboured. Not enough oxygen? Ugh…. Hope hubby comes soon.

Had dinner at Fasta Pasta last night. Didn’t know we were going there. I thought hubby read my blog yesterday, but he said he didn’t. That’s true, I only posted after he left his office. Anyway, I had some ravioli while he had the fettuccine. I think his tasted better than mine did. We shared a pot of tea. I wanted English Breakfast. He didn’t agree and said that it should be reserved for breakfast only. I just laughed and said I didn’t care. (Sorry dear!) Who’s to say when I can drink what tea? Up to me really, isn’t it?

After dinner I bought a pair of slippers. Well, perhaps they should be known as sandals, but to me they’re my slippers cause I slip ‘em on. Hehe. I think they look cute, with white butterfly-thingies on them. Hubby probably thinks they’re “darat”, meaning like kampung one lah! Hmm, say it with a little Kelantanese twist and it’ll probably sound like this – “daghat”.

Now me and my daghat slippers will go wait for hubby.
Ciao!

Some dreams don't die

I’m back in my little cubbyhole. Hurrah! First things first. Check in online. Then, while waiting for server to give me my email, see who’s been messing around with my stuff. Aha! Someone’s been using my scissors and stapler. My scissors are in the wrong compartment. My stapler has run out of staples. My pencils are dull and needs a good sharpening. My inky pens are missing and only the ballpoint ones are left. Humph! I know it’s office stationery, but if I can get mine from the store, why can’t others?

I have been dreaming of eating pasta since forever, so for today’s lunch, I tried to compensate my craving. I say ‘compensate’ and not ‘satisfy’ because there is no proper pasta place here. We only have one Malay stall selling western food encompassing the aforementioned pasta, pizza, chicken chop, fish and chips, burgers, hot dogs, and the likes. What I’ve been craving for is lunch at Fasta Pasta in Ikano. Haven’t been there for quite some time. Some people told me that they didn’t enjoy their meals there. But I’ve never been disappointed…. so far.

Since my one-week ‘forced’ holiday at home, I’ve been dying to go out. It is the mega sale season after all. But of course that’s a huge no-no from mama and hubby and everyone else for that matter. It’s not so much the shopping – after all, I don’t usually buy lots of things, only when necessary. It’s more of the looking and seeing popular fads and what’s available in our stores. I miss window shopping with my sisters. Now that I’m married, I find it hard to go window shopping. Don’t get me wrong, my hubby doesn’t mind tagging along, but it’s not the same, you know? Half the time, I’m feeling guilty because I’ve to drag him here and there. So to solve this problem, I simply refrain from going into shops. I still do sometimes, when I really cannot stop myself, or when the temptation is too great. I do hope I’ll be able to hit the shops before the sale is over.

There are quite a number of things that I would like to purchase. Some are more needs than wants, so the needs don’t really count, except in this blog.

Need:
A pair of slippers – mine got stolen by a dog
A handbag – mine’s too small to hold my bulging purse and handphone and lipstick and sweets and whatnot
A pair of pants – the last pair I bought was probably 2 years ago

Want:
Cole Haan shoes and handbag – yeah, in my dreams
Complete set of mac makeup – though I don’t really use makeup
Chanel jacket a la Gwyneth – though our hot weather doesn’t permit
Vera Wang wedding dress – although I’m already a wife
Jaeger Le-Coutre watch
Jewellery from Tiffany’s
Wedgwood, Waterford, Royal Doulton items to fill my house
Techie stuff like new handphone, PDA, iPod, Bose entertainment system, plasma screen tv, etc.

Ok, I should stop with the wants, lest I go crazy. Never knew I could sound so materialistic. Ah well, doesn’t hurt to dream.

By the by, I do hope I could get my slippers soon….