LIVING LA VIDA LOCA!!!

I rushed to Kota Damansara. To get to Nofad’s place by 10pm as promised. or.. was it 10.30pm?? luper lak?? I exited at Kota Damansara (coz D’sara exit jem bangat), sesat a bit, habiskan credit mintak direction then arrived at her apartment.. cam best gak arr apartment Nofad nih. Rupenye minah nih tak mandi pun lagi since balik keje. Wan arrived about the same time with me. We waited for Nofad to shower and Liza to get ready, then off we went to Damansara Perdana. And of all the places.. we went to Friendster Cafe. Our first time there.. I thought it’s just a small cafe, but apparently it’s a really nice one!

We ordered and Me and Wan went to choose the cake on display.

to be continued…

Dah 4.30am… lebih 4 jam lepas ko letupkan cracker tuh kat muker aku.. pedih muka aku kau tau tak. buduh. dahlaa telinga aku pun berdengung lagi sebab kau tiup benda alah tue kat telinga aku. mangkuk! mangkuk!! aku dah nak offline dah sebenarnya, tapi biler aku raser telinga aku berdengung semacam jer, aku masuk balik friendster sebab nak maki kau dalam blog aku.

Hahahah.. aku tak luper ko blanjer kek tadi.. tapi masih tak dapat dioffsetkan dgn telinga aku yg tgh berdengung dan muka aku yg pedih nih. I’ll send u my medical bills. cilaka ko wan. demm you..

p/s : dahler compounded ngan hati yg sakit disebabkan kes sakit jiwa yg berlaku time kunci kete ko hilang. tsk! tsk!

It’s 1am and I’m already having headache. so nak tido awal. was woken up early this morning by mom. i was forced to drag myself to MARA at Jalan Raja Laut (which is VERY NEAR to ron’s office tapi tak lunch pon ngan dier) to pick up Atiq’s documents. Huh nasib baik dah nak fly, kalau tak mampus aku tanak pegi. I got there just a minute b4 1pm and they already closed the counter. I was starting to get more pissed but i saw Apai. hahah.. jumpe mangsa utk teman lunch. (if u read this, jangan marah Apai.. heheheh)

picked up the document one hour later (tunggu punyerla sejam, amik docs nyer 5 minit jer, beta murka! murka!) then kelam kabut balik takut nanti jem because of siti’s reception. 

went back and watch my spanish soap, changed, then went to office. hari ni suwey lagi, my second thumbdrive malfunctioned because of one of the stupid PCs in the office.. baru nak sejuk, makin terbakar hati. dahla hilang a box of namecards full with my contacts (the copies in PDA hilang when the PDA crashed last month).. waa… suwey! suwey!!

Dgn hotnyer terus pegi sports planet. kicked some ball… banyak shots.. tapi masuk satu jer.. last goal.. fell three times, skali sampai tercabut kasut but i kept going while campaking my other shoe, biler bola dah jauh baru pakai balik kasut. badan pun sakit2 sebab diutilise untuk block bola.. hahahahah.. memang kelakar main tadi, dahler mix APACs and ABACCS, AFTAS not sure ader ke tak, so team members pon tak kenal sampai tersalah pass bola kat team lawan, and they scored lak tuh right lepas tue.. hahaah retard. ntah pape.. dahlaa i’m the most senior among them (oldest sounds so…. u know).

ait gotta go now.. sakit badan ah.. nak tido.

nantila later kay. tak larat. tgh tensi. i’ll juz put up the pix first as teasers. hahahah. perhatian. mamat nih is not my boyfriend.

I was awaken from my slumber by my phone’s vibration.. I thought it was the subuh alarm, but it’s Mek Na practically shouting on the other side "Woi bangun doh ko?".. I looked at the time.. Damn.. it’s 11.15am. I slept at 4am that night. I was optimist i could be fast so i said "aight, i’ll pick you up at 12". Gee.. that was OVER optimistic.

I finally got to her place in USJ at 1.20pm (after i hung up i switched on the pc, checked my mails between showering and getting dressed, replied smses, transferred my stuff into my pink handbag and picked Nida at sec 17) and we went to KL. Na wanted to checkout

-pause sepuluh minit berwebcam dgn JAN-

where was i? Ooo.. Na wanted to checkout the fabrics and colours for a big event next year. Yeah I know it seems like lambat giler lagi… but since all three of us were quite free, why not? Me pun dah lamer tak menjejakkan kaki ke Jalan TAR… Maklumlaa Shah Alam dah ader Gulatti’s… ahakz. We parked at Maju Junction and had lunch and I texted Aim telling him i’m nearby his office. He came down to the food court where we were having lunch. Oh my, we haven’t hangout ever since he got married last year and this was probably the last time i meet him before he moves back to Perak end of this month.. he’s a really really nice, honest, handsome and sometimes funny guy. Muke innocent jer.. heheheh… lupe lak nak tangkap gamba dgn Aim yang hensem.. aku pun tatau caner leh luper. Ngahaha.

After praying zohor (why do shopping malls have to locate the suraus at some very remote places? like 7th floor - times square, basement - OU phase1, LG - Midvalley, Maju Junction and many others). For me that is so inconsiderate! They only have the Suraus pun sebab memang requirement for buildings (i had a stint at a construction company so i read the rules & regulations), kalau tak jangan harapla nak ader surau. 

And so we went.. stopping at every other shops and boutiques, Euro Moda, Gulatti’s and whatnot. Some sales assistants were friendly, but there’s also a few yg menjengkelkan yang ingat kitorang saje suke2 nak tengok2 kain and waste their time. We were pissed but kept our cool and buat donno jer slambe cakap Kelantan sembil belek2 kain. Na wanted this very very dark, deep green colour. Most of the shops have the colour in satin, but they don’t have lace in that colour. Only one shop has the colour but the design’s so serabut we didn’t like it.

It started to rain when we decided to checkout the bridal shops/boutiques at Semua House. Heheh.. that was actually my first time there. I heard it was THE place to hangout zaman2 80’s dulu.. hueheuheue.. We spent like half an hour there but then it RAINED!!!!! DAMN LEBAT!!!! there’s no way we could redah camtu jer.. and NOT with my NEW pink kitten heels. NO WAY!. Alang2 hujan kitorang pun smayang laa Asar there. And the Surau is not really a Surau laa.. more like a room. A very small room. And keadaan yg sangat pathetic. Sungguh sedih sebab dekat sgt dgn toilet. Memang takder selera langsung but there was no other choice. We were trapped there because of the rain and it’s impossible for us to reach home before Maghrib. Nasib baik telekung dier boleh tahan bersih.

It was still pouring but not as bad as before we prayed so we just braved the rain and crossed the street to the next row of shops. Pheeww!!! Now we’re back on Jalan TAR. We walked and stopped at Alina’s. Heheh.. namer pun lebey kurang ngan namer Mek Na - Aleena. And Mek Na bought 2 metres of pink/red shade kain for an event after Raya. It’s a very nice, elegant yet simple kain. Sangatlah sseswaii for special event.

We managed to get back to Maju Junction where we parked and set off for USJ. But my my… giler jem nak mampus along the stretch. I think it was at Mahameru or maner ntah. Jem yang amat… I still can’t understand how people working in KL can survive such horrendous traffic every other day. Aku yg jarang2 masuk KL pun dah tension giler trapped dalam jem. We were supppose to drop by at UM coz I wanted to say HI to Ron, who was setting up RDL’s booth for career’s fair at the Law Faculty but while we were still trapped in the jam, he texted to tell me he was going to have dinner with his colleagues somewhere in PJ. Okaayyy..

We dropped by at Kak Fathin’s house in KJ to pick up my jeans (my favourite Square Cut!!) and went back to USJ. After praying and changing into my fav jeans straightaway, we went to have dinner at Nasi Lemak USJ where we met Mek Na’s brother’s bestfriend, Nik Zaidi. He’s cute. Mek Na told us he’s the guy in a few TV ads. One of them is Petpet if I’m not mistaken. Hehehe.. Too bad Mek Na tegur dier when we were already about to leave. Isk.

I sent Nida home and went back. Was already about 11pm. Faizal’s turn dah abes dah… waaaaa……… missed One In A Million. FAIZAL I LOVE YOU!!!! You’re the second FAIZAL i’m crazy about other than FAIZAL HUSSEIN.. ngehehehehe…

p/s : Nida called the day "Hari Pink Sedunia" coz i was in pink except for the jeans.. Hahahaha. NOBODY would ever have guessed or imagined the old Azah wearing anything in pink.

p/s/s : the tee I was wearing is the latest Hard Rock tee in my collection. It’s Hard Rock Manchester. Baru dapat the day before, Rose posted it to me. Thanx a lot Rose!!! I love you!!!!!!!

I’ve been torturing myself the whole day over something that doesn’t really make sense, or yours truly has blown things out of proportions. Wateva it is, hari nih memang saiko. Or my favourite term for it, OTOK. Bahase sejagatnyer - MENTAL.

And as usual.. I will try to go to the root of the problem (in this case, to the person who triggered the insanity in me in the first place) and poured to her what’s in my mind.

Why does normal theory can’t apply to me? Why people execute the regular theory and they win? And I’ve been threading on thin ice coz I’m afraid I’ll break the ice (if this metaphor is wrong please forgive me, i’m not in a stable state of mind right now). Why do i always have a penchant to take up things that sometimes are too challenging for me (ie. taking CiMA instead of ACCA, and now this sh*t in my life) to handle?

Why do i have to put my plans on hold so that i can be with the people i love (families and friends), when I don’t see a lot of people doing that (except for Jan and Mahadi) these days? Why do i have to change my plans so that I can match with others’ plan? Why do i have to be so damn bloody flexible for others? Why am i not capable of being selfish and think of myself first? Yelaa.. if not me who else will take care of me lah?

Why do i have to feel more than what people feel? (dat’s why sometimes i just look like i don’t care coz once i care, i’ll care too much i’ll end up being the one getting hurt). Why do i have to feel guilty not replying sms to my friends when ppl can just ignore their friends’ sms and reply days later or sometimes not at all? Why do i always think i have to jaga everybody’s feelings when i got hurt in return?

Why do i always make sure i answer everything that’s been asked and reply everything people sent me in YM when i’ve seen my friends who can always ignore the messages they receive without remorse? (and they are not in invisible mode okay!)

Why can people be so ignorant, let their phone batteries flat (or leave it somewhere in the car, at home) and not worry about the people who are looking and trying to reach them? (case in point : my grandpa always calls me if my sister’s being ignorant with her bloody phone)

And yet i think nobody will ever rate me as someone polite or considerate. Well, i dun mind that. I juz wonder how can people do that and i’m incapable of doing the same thing? Or is it because i’m single and not attached that’s why i can always respond to people? Others are too busy with their partners? Well, last time i checked, when i still had a bf, i still responded to my friends. It’s juz maybe I didn’t spend too much time with them (it was a 2fast 2furious love so i was almost 24/7 with Eddie).

I tried doing that (ignoring smses) and i end up feeling really really bad about it. I wonder am i just reading too much into nothing, or am i the only person who actually cares about people’s feelings? (eh, this sentence sounds stupid but again, i think my IQ deteriorated a bit today)

Hahah. mesti korang pon konfius.. You don’t need to understand pon.. I’m just ranting tak puas hati sorang2.. sakit jiwa sorang2.. It’s 2.30am.. i’m gonna have a quick shower before i sleep.

p/s : these questions seems trivial but it actually leads to bigger issues. And these issues are the ones that are bothering me right now. Only certain parties understand what I’m ranting about. Huehue..

~500 hari mencari chenta~

I’m not very happy that Siti chose to marry on my Birthday. I couldn’t save most of the smses i received (inbox full) but some sounded something like these :

~ Selamat Pengantin Baru. Aku nok VIP invitation so!! (I want one VIP invitation to your wedding)

~ Tengah bersiap nak pegi mesjid ker tue? (to which i humoured by replying "ak ah tgh bersiap nak pg mesjid la ni, smayang sunat Hari Jadi")

and my naughty sisters (Atiq and Opie) caught me off guard by wishing me "SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU" the moment i picked up my phone shortly after midnight (i was in Hartamas). It took me like 20 seconds to sink in what they meant. Atiq laughed and said "hahahah.. siyye ko kakak Birthday overshadowed by Siti’s wedding". I decided to just laugh instead of getting pissed. It’s my Birthday.. mood tengah baik..

I went to Hartamas with Mek Na and Aqi (Na’s bf) and met Ad who was already there. Shortly after our pizza was delivered to our table, Esoh arrived. Seeing what she was wearing i said "Oi ni Birthday mu ko aku?" to which she answered "Sokmo aku overdressed!!" while covering her mouth with her palms. Sokmo nah bengong. Nasib baik bestpren aku.

There was no singing or merry wishes. We were just happily hanging out exchanging stories and gossips. And when midnight struck, Mek Na said "hoh pukul doblas doh. Happy Birthday!". That was my first time at Hartamas Square since LeckaLecka opened so i decided to have a scoop of Vanilla Candy. The colour is blue but the taste’s good. We had pizza and pasta. Esoh had a little rice with tomyam and one california roll for her sahur.

We stayed until slightly after 1am (esok Monday, keje), took some pictures and left.

When i got home Kak We opened the door. The TV was on, the lights were off and i saw orange lights from the kitchen. It was Along holding a Birthday Cake!!! I blew the candles and cut the cake. Kak We took out a bottle of Sparkling Juice and i opened it. It was a nice surprise and i was touched. This was the second time Kak We surprised me with a cake. The first was in 2004 (she wasn’t in Shah Alam last year). And I had my 21st Birthday Bash at Kelana Parkview pool largely helped by Kak We and Along.

I forced myself to eat half a slice of the cake coz i was so full.

It doesn’t matter how they wished me, singing or not. It’s the thought that counts and being there with me walaupun esok ader yg keje and ader kelas. I’m happy that I was surrounded with the people I love on my 24th birthday. I couldn’t have asked for more.

In the morning, Didie texted the Birthday wish to me in Tagalog and i replied in Spanish. And right after the solemnization of Siti’s wedding on TV3, my youngest sister, Ku Zett the brat called and practically shouted "Selamat Pengantin Baru!!". I’m blessed with retarded sisters. My hi-tech Mom sent me an MMS but I couldn’t see the picture. So I asked "apakah gerangan gambar yg dihantar wahai Bonda? Adakah sebiji kek?" and Mama replied "Sebiji kek berwarna warni yang sedap lagi lazat". Adoi. Disfunctional residents of White Villa.

To all my dearest friends ~ Woi, aku mintak boyfriend for my birthday, manernye? Takder sorang pon bagi. Uh. Takleh harap.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 18, 2006 - Opie’s Birthday

0830 hours : Niti called. Ajak teman shopping handbag at KLCC

0858 hours : Didn’t wait for the alarm to go off at 9am, i jumped from the bed and got ready to gym

0920 hours : at the gym. did 1km (gimme a break, it’s my first day back to gym kay!) on the mill and tore some muscles doing weight (didn’t feel the pain straightaway, the next day ~ now~ baru raser)

1020 hours : back home. showered and text Niti to confirm. She cancelled. It’s okay, I’ve other things to do anyway.

1115 hours : took the KTM to KL Sentral. Parked my car at the station.

1155 hours : arrived at Sentral. Jumpe Farah (time.com) b4 12.30pm. Ah, takpe sempat lagi tengok kasut.

1210 hours : Damn! i don’t know which shoes to buy! it’s cheap. I MUST get at least one. TANGS STUDIO shoes aren’t that bad.. Called Farah and said i’ll see her after Friday Prayer break. Called Maylin for lunch.

1300 hours : Ordered my lunch. Maylin came with a TKC friend. Liked my new shoes (wore them straightaway) and said Mork likes her wearing pointed shoes (couldn’t stop talking about her new bf, takpelaa.. member dah lamer single, kasi can. Been there too almost 2 years ago)

1400 hours : went back to the warehouse sale. Coz Maylin wants to buy shoes oso. Lamer pulak pompuan tue pilih kasut. Last2 beli the one like mine, cumer hers’ pumps, mine’s slip-on. The exact same colour. Heheh.

1425 hours : took the Putra LRT to Ampang Park.

1435 hours : Oh my GOD!!! it’s RAINING!!!! nasib baik tak pakai too much eyeliner. Dahlaa susah nak hail the cab (sebenarnya tak reti, someone asked me why i let the other woman took the cab when i actually got to the door first. I said I saw that woman raised her hand first. God. Sangat tak pandai tahan teksi aku nih), more than 10 minutes baru dapat cab.

1500 hours : Meredah hujan (sebab jem amat, so turun at the other side of the road and naik jejantas to cross Jalan Tun Razak to Menara Time). Got the pass. Hailed another cab and got back to Ampang Park station.

1520 hours : Hopped into the LRT.

1530 hours : why is it still not moving???

1540 hours : People were crowding in. It’s worse than a can of sardinnes now! My mini-hyperventilating started. I panicked a bit. But there’s no other way back to KL Sentral! Kalau naik cab pun sure lambat sebab memang jem. I’m asthmatic, so it’s actually VERY dangerous for me to be in such a crowded place. I wanted to text my friend telling I was going to be late for the Futsal selection, but I sent it to Ron instead. Damn. He replied instantly. Adoi!!!!!!!!! Why must i spoil everything??? (you readers won’t know what i’m talking about. Sajer nak rant sorang2)

1550 hours : the train chugged slowly to KLCC.

1600 hours : aaaaaarghhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bloody hell, it stalled again at KLCC!!! the RapidKL staff got in and opened the manual driving mode panel (where i was standing). Aduhh…. at this time.. memang menyesal giler babas dah sebab tak drive.

1620 hours : Prayed at KL Sentral. Got into the KTM just in time. An Austrian gave me his card. tgk skali handsome, biler duduk sebelah gigi patah rupenye. I liked the jeans he was wearing though. Giler panas aircond dalam Komuter kong. Adoi…This is why I hate going to KL, especially with public transportations! Tapi kalau drive sakit hati jugak sebab jem.

1720 hours : Arrived in Shah Alam. Macam orang giler tukar baju, pick up my clothes for the night, perfume, make up, boots, towel. And look more like a moron bringing the stuff down to my car.

1750 hours : Got myself to INTEC. The girls were already playing.. Laa.. budak2 nie ker? One of them was in my team when i won my first tournament, some lost to my team during the second winning (and i also lost to them during last year’s family day, tapi bukan kat Futsal pitch laa..). Cis, Akma kater tatau sape yg pegi, tgk2 penuh ngan geng dier. And the badminton court bertakung dgn air. I don’t know which genius gave the boys the dry court and the wet one to the girls. Siot. Dahlaa pakai t-shirt Totti kaler putih. Terus hilang mood nak main. Dahlaa kepenatan meredah KL, court basah and tiba2 teraser sangat tua dan jaded dikelilingi oleh all my juniors and ABACCS girls.

1820 hours : Ahh.. main jugaklaa.. alang2 dah sampai. Tapi tak beria pun sebab courst basah and bola slalu masuk longkang and air longkang kat bola tue slalu terpercik kat kitorang. Aaarrgghh.. I’m too old for this!! I played two rounds I think. Separuh hati.. tapi seronok. And amazingly tak pancit. Don’t know was because of my running in the morning or because of the small court. Hehe..

1905 hours : Left for USJ. Damn! USJ jem giler okay!! I hate Subang! (hahaha.. tadi benci KL, aku nih memang Shah Alam citizen betol)

1940 hours : Got to Na’s place. Quickly showered, prayed. Pakai baju and make-up (longest part, tapi samer cam mekap pegi keje jer ponn…)

2050 hours : Left for KL. Called Maylin. Damn. Ade ke patut dier kensel pastu pegi Ivy. Fickleness of orang kemaruk chenta. Huehue.. Ajak Esoh. Said she might come.

2140 hours : Arrived at Zouk.. Ramai giler orang..

2150 hours : Got in. Tak start pun lagi.. Isk! Konfem pukul 11 baru start nih.

2245 hours : Joey G and Daphne Iking kick started the Album Launch. Joey G is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo HOT!!!!! Met Rex, a deejay from XFresh.fm. He’s only 19!!! Kalau mintak ic confirm kena campak keluar nih. His British accent caught my attention.

2330 hours : They had a stupid singing contest of "Stars Are Blind". Langsung tak sedap. I could’ve done better than any of the girls. Seriously. I cringed when i heard them sing. Tapi there were videocams and reporters covering the event everywhere. I don’t want to end up in some Astro programmes or magazines. Kantoi free jer nanti. So didn’t jump to the stage walaupun sangat tempted to do it. The winner danced away with an iPod Nano OKAY!!!!!! Arrrggghh…. stresssssssss….!!!!!!!! And the chance to hug Joey G lagi!!!!!! (the winner took pictures with the host so…)

0010 hours : Launch over with some mediocre dancers wearing playboy apparels gyrating on the platforms. Maylin texted me to join her at IVY. They were playing house (which i really hate) at the Zouk. Ivy got R&B. Left Zouk soon after.

0035 hours : Got to Heritage Row. Maylin, her bf and Shosh tgh santap at the stalls kat end of the row. Bagus. Memang tgh lapar pon. Had chicken soup and ice lemon tea.

0110 hours : Went inside Ivy. Arrghh.. bosan nyer.. wasn’t playing R&B..

0135 hours : Went up to Wine Room (it’s only a name ok. I don’t drink). Saw Kheir. Of all the people. He was celebrating his cousin’s birthday (I met the guy twice i think). Maylin tak habis2 bercinta. Shosh and Kheir sibuk borak (UNITEN gang), me and Na went in. The band was just starting. So we danced. We alternate going outside (to take pictures) and in (to dance, obviously). The band played the birthday song for Epi (they pronounced his name Apai. haha) so we sang along. Then they switched to slow numbers.

0230 hours : Na said she has to get some sleep. Working tomorrow. Said goodbye to everyone. Tapi tiba2 ader lagu best pulak. So we went back in and danced. I promised Na we’ll go back after the song ended. Tapi the next song pun made me sengal wanna dance more but Na literally dragged me out of Wine Room.. hahahaha..

0330 hours : Sent Na back at USJ and arrived home. Wat a long… long….. day…

0430 hours : Showered. Checked my mails. Kemas file for class at TAR College tomorrow.

0705 hours : Laa… dah pukul 7am. Kemain lagi beria nak tunggu Subuh. Tengok2 subuh pun dah nak habis. Tido balik right after that. My muscles started to ache by this hour.. Adoii… dah start sakit dah penangan gym, futsal dan berdansa. It’s been a long time since I had so much fun (minus the nightmare in Putra LRT and KTM).   

I went to class (late as usual, isk! biler nak insaf ntah - td singgah gym tanyer earliest bukak pukul brape) and being the nerdy me who likes reading everything that’s readable, i saw the ad on FUTSAL selection for SAF (that’s SUKAN ANTARA FAKULTI) tomorrow at INTEC tomorrow.. I was excited at first.. but when i remembered that all my team members are not around anymore.. the feeling faded.

But after texting Akma back and fourth (in class when I thought Mr. Rajendran wasn’t looking) i decided to give it a try… what the heck.. if selected, it’s gonna be the first and last time i represent the Faculty in sports (was two-time Champion in Professional Programme, not SAF), if i don’t, at least i already give it a shot.. kalau ikut seniority kire dah senja dah pon… ehehehe.. so if not selected pun it won’t bruise my ego..

How amusing, the day i’m determined to start hitting the gym (tak pegi pun lagi) dah plan nak pegi selection.. huehue.. Esok pagi baru nak start buat cardio sikit2, petang tu dah nak pegi main futsal.. huehueheu.. macam fit sangat jer.. konfem main 3 minit pancit nih.. ahahahaha.. this is what you call life without a care.. tak payah penatkan mental dan jiwa raga pikirkan kerja anymore.

I better sign off now. Have to do some stuff before i sleep. Am sleeping early tonite, esok pagi nak pegi gym, after gym nak pegi amik tickets for One Hot Night with Paris (Album Launch Party) @ Zouk, jenguk Tangs Studio warehouse sale, go for selection and then pick up Mek Na at USJ before going to Zouk. So buenas noches.. I’ll paste some pictures at the launch tomorrow (No, Paris Hilton won’t be there =p).

I forgot to mention in my previous entry (Aleya’s birthday) that i also got a birthday present. From Yee.. A present in advance (maklumlah dokter, takut bizi tak sempat jumpe on my birthday). It’a a small, black, COACH handbag (mmmwwaahhh Yee!!! thanx a lot. I owe you one present). It’s really nice and cute. I love it! i love it!! Got two straps and i told Yee the long one can be used when I go c****ing. Hahahaha..

And i first rasmied it when I went to Planet.. it wasn’t planned though. Wae (or D.A.J. like me and my sisters always call him) called when I was watching Criminal Minds. Asking for money. To exchange with USD100 coz they didn’t have Malaysian Ringgit in cash. I said I don’t have that much cash with me but he asked me to go and draw it from my Maybank. Suke hati dier jer.. I asked him why didn’t he ask from Ralph… and yg kelakar nyer Ralph oso takder duit.. hahahaha.. two working guys who are supposed to earn more money than me (i’m not even working now) were asking me to help them out..

Since i’m nice, i said OK. I asked him what’s the rush. He said he has to entertain a Chief Engineer from some country (i can’t remember) who just arrived. Tetiba ajak me ikut.. eleh.. dah mintak tolong baru nak ajak orang pergi bersuka ria.. and rupenya he’s already in Ralph’s car and they were on their way to pick me up.

So i went lah with them. Wearing my new handbag.. heheheheh.. kelam kabut keluarkan the straps from plastic. Drew a few hundred bucks at Petronas and gave them RM350 for USD100(the exchange rate that night was about RM367, and i told them so) and off we went to Planet. It was boring at first but then NRG performed.. I felt like taking the dance floor.. tapi sebab tak ramai orang and takder geng (Ralph and Wae don’t dance, and I refused to dance with the Mat Salleh) i just lepak at the table and drink my Sprite.  Just before we left Planet, I beat Jeff at foosball.. hahah padan muke cocky sangat. Orang kate tak penah kalah tak penah kalah laaa… degil!

I got home at about 2.45am driving Ralph’s car (he stayed at Planet drinking with his buddies) after Wae sent himself home (maknanye, mula2 Wae drove the car sampai rumah dier, then only i took the car since me and Ralph are neighbours). Ralph came to get his keys at about 3.20am. Semi drunk.