Friday, January 29, 2010

radio gaga

When I am in the office, I would listen to the radio via the web. Even though I need to think and read, I just can’t stand the silence. I don’t know about you but I just have to have a little bit of music in the background. The stations that I normally tune in to are and, with the occasional, Era or I seldom tune in to simply because the songs are not the kind of songs that you can listen to when you need to ease your mind. The last thing I want to listen to are some noise and head-banging tunes.

However, what I notice is that, the stations keep on playing the same songs over and over again. And this goes on for days. For the past few days, I have been listening to and I notice that the songs are the same. In one day, I get to hear these songs, among others, numerous times.

  1. Stay- Ronan Keating
  2. Say Hey- Michael Franti
  3. Avalanche- Marie Digby
  4. Straight Through My Heart- The Backstreet Boys
  5. Gone- Kelly Clarkson
  6. Fireflies- Owl City
  7. I Look To You- Whitney Houston
  8. Sweet Dreams- Beyonce

These songs are nice. I love listening to them. But when it comes on air 5-10 times a day, I kinda got sick of it. It’s annoying.

And don’t get me started with the ads on radio.

Monday, January 25, 2010

put to use

I bought this in Cardiff.

It was really cheap. I was lucky to have small feet as, guess what, these are size 4.5, for children. In Malaysia, my shoe size is 5, which I think is normal because most shoes on display are of size 5, so I’m lucky and it’s relatively easy to buy shoes my size. Except during sale because most size 5 shoes are already out of stock.

Anyway, when I bought the shoes, my family mocked me and made fun of me.

“Bila je nak jogging nya?”
“Macam la pakai pun kasut tu. Beli je lebih.”
“Tu nanti beli, simpan je la dalam almari kasut.”

And the list of mockeries go on.

But I went ahead and bought it anyway because it’s pink, it’s cute and it’s cheap. Really. That was about a month ago. I came back here on 2 January, about 22 days ago. And I only wore it last Saturday. The shoes have started to collect dust in the cupboard.What motivated me to finally put it to use?

These are the reasons:
Dinner on Friday at this stall in SS2 PJ was awesome.

Kailan Ikan Masin and Sup Lala.

Butter prawn and udang lipan masak cili kering.

If that is not enough, we then headed here.

Tak kenyang lagi ke dah makan nasi dengan seafood segala??

The durians may look small and pale in colour but they are really good. Soft, creamy, sweet. Perfect.

High makan durian....

The next day, guilty started to creep in. My burp and my pee smells of durians haha. So we went here.
But before that, we had these.

Cendol mamak in Jalan Gurney.

Then we burned the calories off by doing these.

But at night, I had more durians with pulut.


Friday, January 22, 2010

picture not so perfect

I have been wanting to blog about this but I was not really in the mood to blog now and I don’t really have the time to blog anyway (don’t I?).

During my recent holiday, hundreds, if not more than a thousand pictures were taken during the course of the 3-week holiday. Too many, you say? I think so too but to justify it, we have not one but 3 cameras (two digital cameras and one of those high-tech high resolution bulky dslr camera), excluding our handphone cameras. Plus, the holiday was for 3 freakin’ weeks, and we went to so many places and there were 7 of us. Most of the time, we would take a family picture at a landmark or a tourist spot. And then each of us wanted to take pictures alone with the landmark in the background. So you do the math.

Anyway, what irks me is that, in certain places, they don’t allow us to take pictures. For instance, we were at McD’s in Lisbon. Guess what’s on the menu? Bacon, ham and pork burger. Yup, at McD’s. We have not much choice so we ordered the Fillete de Pescado (Fillet of Fish). I thought that I just have to take the picture of the menu so I took out my handphone and just when I was about to take the picture, one of the cashiers saw me and said something in their language which means “no taking pictures” complete with hand gestures and what not. Embarrassing? Yes. But do I care? Not really. I don’t even understand what she said and pretended to look innocent and went to sit down.

Another incident was when we were at Madrid de Barajas Airport, Spain. There was an information counter and the name of the airport was clearly written so I took a picture of my mum near the counter. I mean, it’s normal right when you go to a foreign country, you would want to take pictures near the name of the place or if you see something unique or unusual which can only be found there. Like, duhhhh. After I snapped the picture, the woman behind the counter stood up and called me, in her language of course. I was like, huh? She mumbled something and when I couldn’t understand her, she said in English, “You take picture? Show me the picture.” She looked pissed. WTF? So I showed her the picture and then she said, “You delete now.” Huhhh?? In protest, I showed her the picture right in front of her face and deleted the picture and said, “Nak sangat delete? Hah delete!! Puas hati??” Of course she didn’t understand me but I was just expressing my dissatisfaction. I also pressed the delete button extra hard and I did it right under her nose. Seriously, WTF? Shouldn’t she be proud that a tourist is in her country and took a picture there? All I want is the name of the airport. What’s the harm in that? What a great first impression, huh?

There was another time when sis and bil was fooling around in a souvenir shop in London, trying on the hats, the funky glasses and what not and got a sarcastic remark by the owner (who is probably a migrate). He said something like “Take photos only? No buying?” (yes, the English was broken). Somehow I think it is justified because they are not buying those stuffs but then we were not told off when we did so in a souvenir shop in Barcelona.

You see, I like taking pictures and I like my pictures being taken and I’m lucky to have a bf who likes to take pictures as well. Everytime we go out, especially to eat (which is probably the only thing we do anyway), he would be taking pictures with his camera phone. And he loves to take pictures of the foods and restaurants that we go to. So one day, we went to this restaurant in Desa Pandan and he started taking pictures when the waitress said “Excuse me, no photos please.” We were like, huh? And here I thought it only happens in overseas. If I were the restaurant owner, I would be more than happy to have customers taking pictures of my restaurant, my foods so that they can promote it in their blog, facebook etc. It is free advertisement, free promotion, no? I guess some people just don’t see it that way.

And no, I am not gonna tell you the name of the restaurant even though they serve nice foods, ala Cozy House in Great Eastern Mall and Cozy Corner in Ampang Park. Why should I?

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

1st in 2010

this is my first post for the year 2010. exactly one month ago, i blogged from KLIA before flying off to London. damn how fast time flies, huh? i have yet to blog (if at all) about my holiday but some pictures have been uploaded in Facebook. but of course you have to be in my list of friends to be able to view it.

anyway today i turn 27 (already??). *gasp*hyperventilate* i expect and i aim to achieve more this year as i get a year older. i've few things that i want to do and achieve, which i shall not mention here so as not to jinx it.

i just hope this year will be a much better year than 2009. happy birthday to me! and to those who shared the same birthday as i am, happy birthday to you too.