Alegna in Thoughts

You tried hard, to see the glass as half cup full instead of half cup empty. But it’s just so hard.

You want to be selfless, but when circumstances are taken into account, you can’t help but be selfish.

Why ? Why does money hold such a significant position ?

It’s wrong to bad-mouth others.

It’s wrong to have negative thoughts of others.

Two-sided faces, seem to apply to everyone, myself included.

What has become of us ?

The Bitch Clan attempted to surprise me by appearing at my doorstep without any acknowledgment. The plan kinda fell flat, as I had half-expected their appearance. Well, you can’t blame me, I’m just superbly smart we had just given Zin Mun a surprised visit on her birthday 2 weeks ago, you can’t expect me to forget right ?

Anyway, although their visit wasn’t exactly a surprise to me, their gift really gave me the shock of my life !

The place had great ambience, but too bad its ala’ carte session only begins at 9. Before that it was buffet, and it costs RM45 ++. Not very worth it, since they only offered local cuisines. As a result, Zin Mun had to pry her head in pursuit for another restaurant.

Finally, we came to Jalan Bangkung, Bangsar. The ultimate dining place being ‘Opus Bistro‘. (If I did not recall wrongly) It was a classy diner, with superb ambience and expensive prices too. Pastas in normal serving sizes (Secondi) could easily cost you RM 40 ++.

Being the poor people as we are (we had to save a whole month’s allowance to dine here you know ? As if !), we ordered ‘Primi’ (I think) serving sizes, which is actually small servings.

The food was not exactly something to shout about, but was delicious nonetheless. Sorry, no pictures were taken as we were too intimidated to do so.

After dinner, the fatty bum-bums decided to go for dessert at Bakerzin, Bangsar Village. Here’s a look at the to-die-for desserts.

All in all, thanks the BC and my other friends for all your wishes.

Special thanks to the BC for all the efforts in planning for my birthday.

With much effort, I pried open the heavy lids. Every step weighing a tonne, I headed into the Room of requirement.

One by one, I removed the protective layers. And then I sat on the Golden retriever. The bubbles saw that as their escape route. One by one, they left through the Opening. And it scented the room.

But the Gold was not ready to leave yet. I tried everything I could. I squatted, crossed my legs, closed my eyes in focus but to no avail. As I waited, the heavy lids threatened to shut once more. Finally, I succumbed and I was unconscious.

Barely a minute later, my head fell forwards and I was once again conscious.  It was then that I saw it, dark-brown in colour and flying ! It flew across my eyes and landed on the opposite wall.

I squinted my eyes in focus and I realized what it was.

The control centre of my very being finally awoken. I stared at Little Keong attentively, observing its every move. Its antennas moved in a threat to attack me.

The thought of that filthy creature landing on me bare sent chills to my spine. Could I make it to the door in time ?

I stood up, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me. And then I ran for my life.

As I predicted, it flew after me. I grabbed the first newspaper I saw and smacked it HARD.

‘Phiak’

Shit. I missed it by an inch. Perhaps it’s the early morning.

It disappeared, hiding somewhere.

But the room of requirement was finally safe once more. I returned to my business.

We are 50 now. 50 years of Independence. Gee, sounds so patriotic right ? Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not. Yes, I do love living here, I love the peace, the freedom, the fact that it’s free from natural disasters, and that’s it. I have no desire whatsoever to sacrifice for the country, to lead the country, to fight for the nation ….

So finally we arrived at our destination.

But the place is really nice. It feels like you are no longer in Malaysia, that you’ve gone for holidays in some English country.

The objective of the trip was to witness the splendor of the fireworks as it is released into the skies of Putrajaya at 12.00 am. As we reach the area (I don’t know what’s the place called), there were some ushers offering tickets for seats at the top of a hill, and it costs RM 30.80 each. (That only if you’re a Maxis subscriber) Being the kiamsiap money-conscious Malaysians as we are, we weren’t ready to part with our ‘blood sweat’ money.

What did we do then to get a good view of the fireworks ? We CLIMBED UP THE HILL ! And guess what, our view was probably better than those who actually paid for those tickets.

I am very glad for being able to experience the ‘peak period’. The day of August 14, everyone was rushing like crazy. The panic everyone felt, I felt it too. And then when everything was over, I felt the sense of relieve along with everyone else.  I think it was then that I discover the sense of belonging.

The food was awesome, yet priced decently, not too expensive and not too cheap either. It was worth every penny we paid. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Zin Mun ordered this Black Pepper Lamb something. Didn’t quite remember its name. It comes with mashed potatoes covered in that awesome black pepper gravy. The lamb was adequately cooked to that soft and tender texture. Zin Mun totally lurrve it. But the portion was huge, it took her so long to finish.

For me, I ordered Sizzling Grilled Chicken. Sorry leh, didn’t get a good snap of it. Cause everyone was waiting for me to snap theirs before they could dig in, so I kinda rush through my food’s photo session.

I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do.

Indeed I did cut my hair, and that bloody hairdresser promised me that it wouldn’t go all puffy. But I was hoping that it’s just me, and somehow I’ve deceived myself. But you guys had to leave those comments.

Really very thick ar ?

Knowing that it’d be last day my senior would be around before she sets off for study leave, I brought along my camera to work, so that I could snap a pic with her and the colleagues.

During my pre-farewell lunch, I mustered all the courage I had, ripped open my handbag and took out the camera. Feeling heat on my face, I passed the camera to the waiter. Mana tau the bodoh waiter tak tau guna the camera. With heaps of disappointment, I left the eatery empty handed.

Back at the office, I was counting the minutes to 5.30pm. (I don’t easily give up, ok ?) But when it was time, my heart was racing. Finally, another senior sent me an instant message. " Eh, you wanna take picture anot ? "

" Aiya, like quite awkward lah. " I replied. " Faster lah, I wanna ciao ady. " she said. I decided that it’s now or never, and so once again I dip my hands into the handbag and pulled out the camera that seems to weigh like a tonne. Gathering the courage that could have lasted me a year, I announced to the office, " Come, come let’s take picture. " 

Then someone mumbled, " why so fast wana take picture dy ar ? " and another replied, " cos Val’s on study leave tomorrow onwards ma ". And instantly, my face turned glowing red that I could have passed as a tomato in the market.