Jogger Horror the Sequel..

** Continuation from previous post

So we hiked on along. stopping at the small stream to refresh ourselves. there were a number of tracks. well worn paths that lead to the exit im sure. i mean this is a popular place. its pretty safe. rite? turns out i was wrong. after following one of the many well beaten paths (alot of which was littered with markers from previous group hikes) we hiked up a track n suddenly found ourselves on a road. a real tar-ed road albeit a small like. kindda like the ones winding up cameron highlands.

on our right was a huge water tank (dead end) and to our left the road stretched further then we cud see. at this point we still saw paper markers left by the group hike. we dcided to walk up the road, when i say UP, i mean UP. we climbed up the road n saw nothing. well i saw a baby black n red snake. at this point i looked down n realised there werent any more markers n i was beginning to worry. neither of us spoke. the sun was high up above our heads by then.

suddenly thr was a loud rustling noise in the bushes (semak samun) to our left. it was really loud. i was terrified!! but we still walked on. he wasnt looking so good. i asked if he was ok, he sed his knee was hurting n that he cudnt run. oh no... then i heard the distant sounds of traffic. i jogged ahead pass the curve in the road to see and i saw a creepy old house ahead. at this point jj cudnt see me as i was pass the bend. then suddenly there was a loud rustle in the semak samun again, this time to my left. i ran back to him we both turned pale(he claimed he was calm n relaxed n i was d only one panicking- ok btul kot) scared out of my wits. i have not idea wat animal dat was but watever it was it scared d hell out of me.

as we were approaching the house there was soft music playing an old malay tune. the house looked like an abandoned bungalow but sumone had taken over n built a small attachmnt using pices of plywood. n there was a rickety old car out front. n no one to be seen.

it was creepy as hell i tell  u. no one knew whr we were, if sumone were to have taken us no one wud know. my mom wud probly hv ppl comb every inch of lake gardens n wudnt find anything.

thankfully nothing unfavourable happened thr. i was never more glad to see ppl when we reached a kampung. the name of the road- jalan kubur.. how apt.

please bear in mind we started hiking at bukit gasing in PJ.

u know where we came out??

pantai dalam in bangsar. BANGSAR!! from pj!! on FOOT!! MY FOOT!!

needless to say we hailed a cab to drive us back to our car, that was parked in pj. im all for hiking in the jungle but DO NOT make me walk in the sun unprotected by trees or sunblock n sunglasses.

it was a long time before we got to eat our bfast at raju.

this happened yesterday n my body is feeling the aches today. i hope a burnt a gazillion calories yesterday. i tink i deserve it wat with my near death experience with the snake n rustling semak samun's. i almost had a heart attack!

i had to tell this story while its still fresh in my mind.

so guys the next time u go hiking, make sure u take the rite track ok? n wear sunblock even if u dont think its neccessary. i learnt that the hard way.

Jogger Horror- The Beginning...

So ive been feeling super unhealthy and fat lately, so i made jj promise to bring me jogging on sunday. i had to make him promise coz i wanted to go early. reeaaaal early. like at 715am. coz if we go later den d sun wud b up n me n d sun. we're not on good terms. so thr we were, all geared up n ready to go.

lake gardens here we come!! then as we approached d jln dat leads on to parliament tibe2 omg jln di tutup. apparently there was a marathon goin on dat day. sum olympic day marathon or sumtin. i mean seriously. i wanna run too!!

so thr we were, bloody morning sun shining in our faces as it kept on rising, staring at runners jogging past our car, as we sat waiting for the end-less stream of runners to pass. when i say endless, i mean endless. half an hour later we were still stuck at d same spot. i wanted to scream. ok i did. coz hello! were burning daylight!! i did not get up soooo early to watch ppl run! i wanna run!! hv u seen my thighs??? i NEED to run!!

ok so lepas tu we dcided to go to bukit gasing tmn rimba in pj. ive only been thr once wen i was 9 bt i remember how much i loved it! its a patch of jungle in the city. its not really a jogging place. more of a hiking place which i totally love!

he was reluctant to go by this time, prefering to hit d bfast place instead. but after promises of raju's he relented. i was bouncing of the walls with excitement. then we got there n i got even more excited! i climbed n jogged n walked n basked in the wonderful fresh forest air, and the beautiful sunlight that escaped in thin rays amongst the dense greens. *que music n slow-mo movements*

after 15 mins i was already huffing n puffing but loving it still. been such a long time since i worked up a sweat. we hiked in silence, greeting the occasional hikers we met along d way. i kept on following a sign that sed 'anak sungai' which means 'stream'. at this point we didnt bump into anyone else. bt i remember reading sumwhr that u should always follow the river if u ever get lost on a jungle.

ok this is quite a long post. i will cont the story on d next post coz a long post just makes me wanna sleep.


**please note that this is the fairer side of the story. the next episode will be dark n frightful. i promise.

Meat works- nott!!

Imagine how it feels to be dressed in sumtin that is cold,wet, sticky and reeks of death. now imagine youre standing on stage and that cold, sticky, stinky thing is the only thing clothing u from head to toe. literally.

lady gaga didnt have to imagine it, she lived it at the VMA's in her meat dress. yes. M-E-A-T dress.

i get the whole 'im-trying-to-be-cool-by-making-a-statement-n-having-ppl-talk-about-it-for-ages-to-come' but really, draping a dead cow over urself isnt gonna get u any positive comments now is it??

just looking at dis photo of her is giving me the goosebumps. so disgusting. just imagine having a dead animal touching parts of ur body uve never touched!! major ick-ness!!!


and after hours in those crazy harsh spotlights- those spotlights are hot i tell u! imagine how she smelled??? eeeuughhh i would NOT want to b seated nx to her no matter how huge a star she is!!


i think by the end of the day the only thing that'd b attracted to her are flies and maggots. this is by far her worst fashion move yet.


seriously gaga. other people make fashion statements too. u shoud try that, instead of commiting crime after crimes of fashion.

lookie here.

She's got eyes on her b**bs and a carnival goin on at her nether regions and is standing on top of giant fruits. and still looks cute as a button! see! u can make a statement without looking like a prop of the texas chain saw massacre.

and seriously, those carpaccio dont look like theyre doing a very good job of covering her either. ur butt's showing darling. nx time try some actual cloth material.

ur a big star, im sure marchesa, armani, galiano and de la rentawont mind designing sumtin equally jaw dropping- minus the steak tartare -for u



Whiney thursday

gosh! ive been so bugged down with work lately! weve been drowning in requests since we came back from raya hols its crazy! it was a bit of a shock to our systems, after the long hiatus, and massive amounts of food we stuffed our faces with. i hope today will b  a better day.

and to add more sugar cubes to my tea, i had a large order (well large for me considering i work alone) of choc chip cookies for a tunang. she wanted giant cookies. like the size of ur palm. i got the sample size on monday nite. n she wanted it on wed nite. 180 giant cookies n 3 boxes of small ones. i had 2 nites to do it. n i am soooooo glad i managed to finish on time lastnite.

ive never been one to parade around bags under my eyes or have dark circles. coz i never miss my sleep. but of late, ive had to use concealer lest a panda mistakes me for its mummy. n i hate it!

and for once ive been pining for my gym. coz ive frozen it. n can only go nx month. i need to sweat a lil. i feel so unhealthy and gross. also i miss the cinema. i havent been visiting it much.

i sound so whiny today. ill shut it before it gets to you n drowns you n you feel like theres NO ESCAPING IT!!! ok dah diam skrg..

ill go wollow n self pity n drown my sorrows in my nasi lemak.

nak tambah stress- my student is sitting for his PMR in about 2 weeks *EEEEEEEEEEP*

Lina's E-day!

So raya 2010 is here. A time to mend rships, and for family love, and for gaining back all those kilo's lost.. or just to gain more for me. i need not remind everyone how i cannot fit into most of my clothes anymore. serves me right for buying form fitting ones. ko igt ko akn kurus smpai bebile??

So now im reduced to wearing unflattering loose clothes coz they're the only ones that fit. anyhoo! its old news dat i look like dumbo's mom on tv. and i blame todays hi tech super flat super slim lcd plasma super watever tv's that, like supermodels, make us look fat n frumpy. i hate canggih tv's.

also, lina my dear fren got engaged over the weekend. its always nice to get togather with d girls. mash showed up in a pink baju kurung. she NEVER wears pink anything let alone baju kurung. she normally wears this chilli red outfit to formal functions that makes her look like a chinese emperor coz she's huge and fair. she turned up looking so sweet in pink... and her undergarments... black sports bra with yellow lining. sayangku.. wear camisole ok nx time?



lina screaming coz nat sat on her veil

my longest frenship in d world!



Luff dis candid photo. Sara fell and Iwan, Nat's husband contemplated whether or not catch her, while she fell. nat lari ok. wonderful wife and fren she is.

 ive got some raya photos but i havent transfered any yet. will do so soonest!

of breaking up

remember that feeling of being broken?

when u feel like all the world is against you

and life brings no meaning... no joy...

when no words can make you feel better

when all you want to do is curl up and wait for the earth to swallow you whole...

and you swore never to fall in love again.. EVER!!

my friend is in that black hole..

and im making her spag carbonara today...

in hopes she'll feel better...

breaking up is the worst feeling in the world...

but may just be the best diet plan ever

*except for me..

a whole lotta grumpy

Since the start of ramadhan, i have berbuke puasa outside a total of 4 times. and 3 times i was disappointed with the level of service, and appaled at the number of people who dcided to berbuke out the same day i did.

the 1st time i berbuke out dis year was at sime darby convention centre w my mom and adik2. it was a friday. and i guess it was our mistake we shouldnt have gone on friday when offices held iftar with their collegues. there we were, a tiny tiny, breakfast table seating 4 person. surrounded by gigantic 10 person tables of office ppl dressed in their baju kurungs and kebayas n i even saw a lady wearing an elaborate kaftan with matching headgear. no. it was not a tudung. nor was it a scarf. i looks like the headgear worn by d africans. with a huge brooch at the top. ala tiara. seriously. its a buffet kak. not an awards show. oh and the food was just mediocre. or sumwhr below that. they lost me at the cold roast lamb with congealed fat.

the 2nd time was my belated birthday surprise by jj and la at this chinese seafood place in subang. superb food. bt service was so bad. but come to think of it. service thr has always been bad. we still go back coz the crabs and oysters are worth murdering someone for.

the third time was with my mass comm classmates at asia cafe in one utama which was ok. initially we wanted chicken rice bt the place was packed solid so we settled for asia cafe.

the fourth attempt was on merdeka day. again at 1 utama after i finished reading. it was still fairly early at 545pm. as we left tv3 i saw cars parked by the roadside as far as the eye can see. worse then the usual line of cheapskate cars who refuse to pay the 1 ringgit parking fee (prefering to get summons worth 100 ringgit instead. but im not judging).

we were directed to park at the newly built office building (schlumberger i tink. hi!! hire mee!!) and had to walk 1000 miles and cross the old wing car park to get into ou. by the time we reached the mall i had blisters. i was wearing 5 inch shoes. we had dcided on chickn rice shop early on, having been deprived of it the week befire.

we arrived at the rest at 6 and were told they were full. again. dcided to walk to chilis den i realized, hello, chicken rice shop pon full, chilis confirm penuh kot! blistered grumpy me walked on and got grumpier when he refused to carry my handbag coz he saw a guy carrying his gf's handbag the nite b4 and according to him the guy looked 'emasculated'. phbtt!! i didnt think he looked emasculated, i would have even applauded him for being such a dear if didnt he look so weird. he was wearing sunglasses indoors... at 930 freaking pm!!

*googled*

fuming and in pain, we walked to new wing and all rest had a man/lady standing in front going 'do u hv reservations?' to which we replied 'no we dont' and they went 'im sorry miss were full'. reservation?? for a plave called penang flavours? or otak otak place?? places that i dont even go to on normal non puasa days. by now i had smoke coming outta my ears and my arms were aching from my luggage handbag. made a mental not to clear handbag of unneccessary things. he offered to carry my handbag this time but i was too grumpy to care.

*blistery achey hungry grumpy pms janna is never nice*

we finally went to bbq chicken and was told to wait for this indian couple to finish their meal b4 we cud sit. they ate... and ate... and talked... and talked sumore...

*yes yes go ahead, this is the perfect time to discuss important world issue and plan your entire life ahead while blistery achey hungry grumpy pms me watch u. by all means! take ur time!*

we finally got to sit minutes b4 berbuka and i got my ice lemon tea seconds b4 the azan. and it was diebetic hell. our food arrived some time later and omg, i have never had such bad fries before! it was of inferior quality and was hard and had an almost rubbery texture. and was yellow as opposed to golden brown. like it was dipped in recyled oil instead of fried. hello. they're fries, not foie gras. he had beef burger and the dry crumbly burger bun had seen better days. like last month?

overall, it was a disappointing meal and overpriced for the quality they served. my tiny chicken leg with rubber fries and coleslaw cost us 16 not including tax. expensive considering only the mini chicken was edible ok.

*googled*

we went to uptown later that night and hit food orgasm at 4 ringgit. in a plate of char kuey teow.

breaking fast outside is so off putting nowadays. id rather cook sumtin at home and drink a gallon of water (watermelon, apple, orange juice, ribena, mango lassi) for free. imagine how much id have to pay to drink so byk air sedap at restaurants!

needless to say i wont be planning any buke puasa sessions again. unless its at my house. oh with the exception of one time. again at sime darby. coz a dear fren gave us free vouchers. but im so not going on a fri or sat or sunday. maybe a boring day like monday or tuesday...

oh and lastnight... we went out and he held my handbag without me asking... he hid it behind his back bt carried it nonetheless :) emasculated?? i dont think so...