Pig!

This is Mr Tum Tums.

Sole Purpose of Existence: To keep Kugan always happy and smiling.

If ever found in your hands: Return it to Kugan or me (cuz it's not yours!)

Special features: Has an irritating bell, a pink envelope around it's neck for "classified" documents and a fat belly

:)

Birthday with Buddies!

It was one of those really hot days, a Tuesday to be exact, 23rd of September 2008. Heva and I took a bus from campus immediately after Ms. Natasha's class, directly to Peter's house.

By the time we got there, our favorite chef's were already at work, with their forks and knives, pots and pans cooking an extravagant lunch. It was not a usual sight, these were the guys we messed around with everyday...seeing them in their working Chef mode was a rare and unforgettable sight.

A hour and a half later they came up with this main course. Its a French dish (and I can't pronounce it neither can i spell it), so I'll just tell you in English. :)

Honey Roasted Chicken with a special French sauce

Sauteed French Beans and Carrots

Potatoes and Cheese

Shallots cooked with wine

It was really good!

Heva and Peter digging in.

Jaya enjoying his dish that took a lot of hard work.

Actually before the main course, we had an Appetizer. Diced vegetables with a different version of Thousand Island sauce. We call it the P&J Sauce. With poached eggs.

Justine came in for lunch too, but she left early after helping us with the washing up, as she had to buy a few things.

For dessert (a surprise dessert) we had Vanilla Ice Cream with Macademia Nuts. Yum!

Heva, Peter and Jaya, lazing around after a really good meal.

We watched a bit of Braveheart. Only a bit...we sort of dozed of in Peter's living room. We talked, laughed, and got tickled! It was great fun. It was a fantastic day, one I'll never forget.

La Dolce Vita

It's been a while since I've been to Starbucks and had my usual Hazelnut Hot Chocolate. Somehow, I've always found refuge in the little Starbucks cafe near my place. Though its pretty costly, but I'd empty every ringgit from my wallet with no regrets (most of the time)


Some find peace in the Himalayas, some find it in the arms of their loved ones and some find it in shopping trips. My idea of peace would be huddled up in their big and comfy green couch with a mug of hot chocolate and a really good book. I decided today would be one of those days...and so I walked in the heavy rain to Starbucks to find what they call peace and what I call a slice of heaven.

I'm halfway through this excellent book of three stages. In some strange way, its as though, this book was written for me. Every sentence I read was somehow related to my life of 17 years (soon to be 18) I decided today would be the beginning of the life the Italians call La Dolce Vita for me, it was time for change...

I kicked off my new Nike trainers and sipped my mug of hot chocolate comfortably. It was raining heavily outside and the windows were awfully misty. Jazz music filled the little cafe and I absolutely loved everything about it. I would make little decisions today and bigger decisions later on. I found myself being myself again, something that I've forgotten to be in a while.
I decided today would be the moment I would remind myself who I really am and always will be.

I'm aware of the fact that view things rather differently than most. I'm not sure of the reason why but I'm glad that I do. Sunk in that lush green couch I realized that the most precious thing I've ever had was my love for independence. I was never served with independence on a silver platter (heck, my parents would not say "Yes" to most of the things I prefer to do alone, for good reasons) I found independence, by travelling around on my own, visiting little places that people often drive by and doing many things with just me, myself and I.
I decided today that I am no loner, nor am I a tourist, I'm an independent woman on a search for everything.

I left the dreamy little Starbucks cafe, out into the grey skies pouring with rain. I found myself being grateful and contented, for the first time in a long time. I decided today that I would live life like never before, because this time, I found a million reasons to enjoy it with a smile.

With/Without You

You're the loving one, that holds me tight. You're the patient one whenever we fight. You listen as I rant, and when I being difficult, you always try to put up with me. You know how to make me laugh, and irritate me most of the time. You have an answer for everything and always try to shut me up when I'm being silly. I thought I was the practical one, till I met you.

I know it's hard for you, with exams, expectations and all. With me being emo and manja-fied half the time, it's really not easy on you. For being sweet and tolerant, trusting me and trying your best for me. I love you.

I miss you too. It irritates me that you're so busy now. I know you promised me that after this week, you're all mine, I guess I don't have a choice but to wait for you. I won't share you with anyone after this. Nehehe

I never thought I'd say it, but I'm lucky to have you. No matter how much you bully me, I know you love me, and I know you'll treat me right like you always do.

Perhaps patience is a virtue that you possess and I need it too. I can't assure you I'll smile truthfully without you for now, but I'll be fine when you're back...when I'm with you.

Sore and Sweet

Its really funny, how Big Guy upstairs plays tricks with you.

I refuse to comment about the meeting in the morning.

Sweet point 1,
I took a bus with Peter to Taipan, to meet Him in Secret Recipe. It was cut short to 2 and a half hours, but it was a great! We ate, took loads of pictures...we really had a great time.
He left, he offered me a ride, but I didn't want to trouble him, because it was out of his way.
So I took a bus.

Sore point 1,

I'm supposed to go to Subang Parade. The bus ended up in Summit. Took another bus, which ended up opposite Sunway Pyramid.

Sore point 2,

Tried to cross the highway...the pedestrian bridge was too far. In the middle of the highway, CRACK! my right heel snapped! An ugly lorry fella, honks the living heck out of me! Shocked and Frightened, I limp as fast as I can across. I made it ALIVE! (well duhh!) Feeling frustrated, terribly insecure, upset, terrified and a whole lot of other crap. I clenched my teeth, tried my hardest not to cry, break my left heel to make it even and I take another bus.

Sweet point 2,

I meet a friend of mine from INTI college. We're close. He walks me to the bus station, after talking to me for a while. He does something very whole heartedly which caught me by surprise. He just knew how to make me feel okay again. Gathering up my courage again, I take another bus to Subang Parade, in my broken heels. No matter what, I had to get a birthday present for my Dad's birthday tommorow.

Sore point 3,

I'm in MPH, Subang Parade. I found the book that my Dad really likes, which is cheaper than the rest but still over budget. Opening my wallet, I realize I'm short of two ringgit! I kneel at a corner, empty my handbag, dig out all the 5, 10 and 20 cents I can find. Manage to cough out enough money, but there is ABSOLUTELY NO MONEY in my wallet except 2x 5cents. My only hope to get home is my TouchNGo.

Sore point 4,

Finally the right bus arives, my feet hurt terrible due to the broken heels. I feel accomplished though. I board the bus and scan the card. It says KAD ANDA GAGAL!!! I do again, same thing appears! I stare at it, I'm on the verge of losing all hope. I do it one more time. It finally works. Praise the Lord!

Conclusion,
I'm glad I made it home, I have no money at all, but I have the gift. My feet hurt so bad, but I had a good time with Him. I still feel horribly insecure, but I realized once again that I have really great friends.

I hate to say it but Nenek was right, It's high time I stop being fussy and too complacently single. It's time to bloody accept a boyfriend.

For Hong Kong Boy!

Pinched!

Dear Hong Kong Boy,

As you fly off to China,

Don't forget that I'll still be here with Sharon and Sheena,

We'll miss you lots in hot and humid Malaysia,

Make sure you visit us end of this year.

I'll never forget the time we flood the kitchen,

Laughing and mopping the floor with Sharon,

Luckily you caught me when I slipped,

No more dinners but at least we didn't get whipped.

When you visit Disneyland, say "Hi" to Mickey,

Remember to bring back something for me,

I'll miss the Belgian Chocolates you'd bring,

As well as your new and shiny things.

Thanks to you, I've picked up Tamil, well quite,

Which is quite amazing, as I can only speak a bit,

You told me, though in China, you'll get an Indian bride,

So your "don't-call-me-Akka" will make sure of it.

Keep studying hard and smart,

And don't you forget Taekwando,

One day we'll spar and I'll whack you hard,

Though you're very bright, there's still much to know.

Do keep in touch at all times,

Even if your I-phone doesn't function,

There's always Skype, MSN and Malaysia Airlines,

No excuse, for no communication.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you,

How cheerful and fun you are,

Keep that smile on and be true,

For you're a real star.

Last but not least, Miss Rani is always here,

She'll miss you and Hari too,

With loads of hugs and a pinch on your cheek,

Take care hon' and I sayang you!

Indianized

"Mummy, what if Daddy did not name me Meliza, what would you have named me?" I asked my mother. She grinned and said she'd name me Priya. I was like, thank God, Daddy named me Meliza. Lol



I'm not exactly very Indian myself, I don't quite get along with them, as I don't speak the language. Friends is one thing, heck I've never even dated a proper Indian guy before...Aaron James thinks I'm a racist of my own race...lol



Honestly, Indians are very beautiful people. Their rich and colourful culture, music, dance, food and literature, it's simply amazing.



In the study of Demographic profiles of people, you can actually see how Indian communities differ according to their location and influence. One great example, is the protrayal of indian actors and actresses in Tamil and Hindi movies.



Bollywood movies tend to stand out more compared to Tamil movies because of its soft and gentle elements. Even movies that are dubbed in Hindi have those elements that simply attracts viewers. In the Tamil movie, the guy would be swaying on his motorcycle screaming, "SHE SMILED AT ME!!!" but the same movie dubbed in Hindi, the guy would be have a huge smile on his face while showing of some stunts on his motorcycle.



Tamil movies have their own sense of getting the message across as well, however it really depends on the audience.



Well, I guess we can only hope that the Indian guys in Malaysia learn a thing or two from Shah Rukh Khan. I'm not sure about other Indian girls but my idea of romance certainly doesn't include running around hills, throwing shawls up in the air and hugging my beau over and over again.

If I could Indianize my name, I think I would call myself, Madhumita! Nehehe
On second thought...