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It’s gonna be another long weekend. Too bad nothing was planned for this 5-days-break as there was no free ticket from Air Asia for this weekend or else, it would be cool to be idling away at the beaches in Bali, checking out hot bods on surf boards. Wishful thinking. Ermm.. I just got back from Hanoi, and I guess my pocket is not healthy enough to carry on, even if the flesh is willing.

Ms Dimple asked me if I would like to join her on a trip to Sumatera via Malacca. When asked about what’s in Sumatera, she nonchalantly answered, she doesn’t know and we will find out. Erm… I doubt it. I doubt being plucked from the comfort of home and being thrown into an earthquake infested zone without a plan, at least. Sorry, I prefer to travel in comfort.

Friends were surprised to see me online yesterday night. They were wondering why on earth Ms With-Plans-All-The-Time doing at home. I was supposed to be having dinner with a friend from Sitiawan but the lazy bug got better hold of me. Not to mention the incessant cough which refused to go away. Sister and cousin sis went to karaoke with the Mechanic and gang from work, whom I couldn’t find any co-relation with. I spent time watching HBO on Astro with Ms Big Ego.

I am glad that dinner plans spring out of nowhere to cure the otherwise mundane long weekend. I would be spending dinner time for the next three consecutive days with people I care about most – or people who care to throw dinner parties just to humour me? Haha. Either way, it works for me.

Well, hope to catch up with friends who just came back from abroad. This is the best time since everyone will be in their holiday mood and yet, having no where to go.

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I survived Hanoi.

I know this statement might sound discouraging, but I enjoyed the trip pretty much despite being as sick as a dog. I was down and out with terrible sore throat, incessant cough and slight fever when night was approaching throughout the entire trip. Not to mention I had diarrhea but thankfully only trice in one of the five days I was there.

My body was overheated. When I peed, the piss was scalding hot. I downed gallons and gallons of water. I joked about the whole episode. Whenever I go on trips, I usually would count how many coconuts I drank per trip. This time round, I counted how many lozenges I sucked – 25.

I lost my voice intermittently throughout the trip, much to the amusement of my friends. They were happy that I could not possibly nag them anymore. Haha. Very funny.

Feeling unwell was probably the main reason I didn’t go all out in this trip to take good pictures or scout for great bargains. Hanoi is not a cheap place after all – you have to pay for everything – especially water. Water don’t come free in Hanoi. I guess this is the only way to deal with cheap tourists like us, who hardly tip.

It was a pretty relaxing trip, despite having terrible health condition. Both my sister and cousin sis were sick too. Still, our laughter were peppered with wheezing coughs, which further induced more infectious laughter.

We stayed in Platinum Hotel on the night of arrival. It was quite good. It has flat screen plasma tv and not to mention the highly sophisticated shower with Jacuzzi and massage buttons which I don’t even know how to operate. Yeah, I admit. I am a sua goo. It was a pleasant surprise that a 3 star hotel could have above average facilities. The internet comes for free the first 30 minutes. The staff was helpful and friendly.

For the rest of the nights, we were put up in a Junk, for a night of cruise along the picturesque Halong Bay and ThangLong Opera Hotel. I like the fresh rose they provided for us every morning at ThangLong Opera.

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We spent most of our time far away from Hanoi, in the outskirts – a night in the Junk in Halong Bay and the scorching sun cruise through rice canals in Tam Coc. I jokingly told Popiah, who was on the same boat as me that we would be ready to be served as BBQ food, the moment we docked. When my boss asked me what is nice in Tam Coc, I said, we were practically being sun-ed like “belacan” and I was tempted to jump into the river to save myself from dehydration. He laughed. Perhaps, we should have gone there in the early morning.

Unfortunately, the museums were closed on Mondays and Fridays. We didn’t get to go to the Museum of Ethnology – which is highly recommended as we could get to see the 54 ethnics in Vietnam and their origins, as well as Uncle Ho’s Mausoleum. We just managed to take some pictures on the outside of the Mausoleum. Other than that, we went to this unnamed cathedral (too lazy to check the internet), one pillar pagoda which is near Uncle Ho’s Mausoleum, Temple of Literature and other smaller temples.

Our guide, Nguyen The Truong is a nice chap. He speaks most of the time in his heavily Vietnamese accented English on the history of Hanoi and Vietnam in general. My sis and I found it rather amusing that he could plucked random figures out from the sky – from the dates to days and years, number of islands, legends, etc, not that we are well versed in history of Hanoi to validate his explanation. But, we are pretty much impressed by him.

Truong is 28 years old. He just got married a week ago. We were damn keh poh (Hokkien: Busy body) and asked to see his wedding photo. He married a wife 5 years his junior, whom he met in 2005. His parents wanted him to be a teacher when he was young but he ended becoming a tour guide. I could see his strong hold in history. He would have made a good history teacher.

All in all, it was a good trip. I didn’t have much to write as I was half stoned most of the time. If weren’t for me succumbing to sickness, I would probably enjoyed it more. I will let some pics to do the talking.

Update:

Well, thought of penning down some highlight/stuffs of the trip here:

1. There is practically no fat people in Hanoi. They looked at me as if I were a performer in a freak show.

2. When my fellow travel mates called me FAT - Truong was nice enough to say, they meant PHAT - Pretty Hot and Tempting.

3. The Amazing Caves in Ha Long Bay is quite okay to explore. People with totally NO STAMINA like me could make it up to the top and came back alive in one piece.

4. They sell only ONE thing in ONE street. If they sell shoes, the rest of the row of shops would be selling shoes. I wonder why they don’t have pharmacies selling Strepsils in one whole freaking row when I was almost dying of sore throat pain.

5. They don’t barge when you bargain for cheaper price, which made the 50% rule discount everywhere in the places I visited invalid here.

6. On the contrary to what people believe about getting dog meat everywhere, they are now being centralized somewhere out of town. We don’t see dog meat everywhere now.

7. Since there is nothing much to buy, we spent a few million VND in supermarket buying nuts, just to get rid of the notes. LOL.

8. Eat Cha ca fish carefully. I burned my tongue as I was too hungry. The smelly vege that comes with the fish is chives.

For detailed excursion stories, check out AJ’s blog!

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The Vacumn Cleaner Seller

WY text me saying that, Bruce is on tv. He was playing the Real Deal on ntv7. I quickly took the remote control and switched on the TV. There the man was. Slightly bald and bespectacled. I didn’t think he was Bruce, but WY conferred otherwise. I wasn’t sure. It was just one date where I met this guy, together with WY for security.

He was one of my earlier dates. If I could remember correctly, I was 21 and he was 29. He came over to my house to pick me and WY up in his BMW. He was a successful partner in one law firm in KL.

We went to Road House Grill on Jalan Ampang, which is now defunct.

It wasn’t really a fantastic date. I guess he must be bored shitless because I didn’t speak much. (Yes, sometimes I don’t talk that much) and he couldn’t stop talking about himself selling vacumn cleaners to sustain himself when he was studying in Australia. I could remember the vacumn cleaner story, but I couldn’t remember his face.

This episode took me down some nostalgic memory lane to recall my dates, some of which are quite hilarious.

Film Director

He claimed he is a film director. Oh shoot! I never forget one person’s name but his. If you ask me how he looked like, I am sorry. I think my memory had started to depreciate the moment I entered the big 30 phase. What I could recall was his pimples scarred face. Yes. It was quite obvious. He has a long, badly kept mane. I was young then. I am a sucker for long hair guys. LOL.

I didn’t want him to know where I stay, so I went out to meet him in mamak stall, within walking distance from my house.

He told me, Hindi is the most beautiful language in the world, as if I give a shit.

Average Joe

He just broke off with a girlfriend of 7 years. His girlfriend happened to be my classmate. I didn’t know his girlfriend until he knew what college I was in and asked me if I knew her. I started to take note. She is one hot babe with fair skin and luminous eyes.

I wonder what went wrong. He said, most probably because of the bad economy, sales of spare parts were somewhat affected. He ran into some debts as he was living quite lavishly. He failed to marry her as promised and hence, they went on separate ways.

I went out for dim sum with him one night. He said that I was mature for my age. I was 21, he was 29. A few days later, he appeared on my door step unexpectedly to bring me some nice posters of Harley Davidson. He was more interested in my housemates than me, actually, which he unashamedly confessed. I was more than happy to introduce them to him.

The girls and I went on to the Roof (now defunct – so you know lah how OLD I am!) with him and his friends and had a blast. He claimed that I amused him a lot.

Too bad my friends were not interested in him or any of his friends. I guess the reason we didn’t keep in touch was, I was quite disgusted when he told me about his rendezvous in Thailand, and he claimed he is still a virgin. LOL.

Well, I think I will stop here before I discourage anyone of you to date. LOL.

Have a good week, folks. Will update once I return from Hanoi.

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I have forgotten how comfy it is to be resting at home, despite my numerous complaints to friends about my noisy house. We have 3 kids at home now and they are nothing but overly boisterous, cousin sisters who speak at top volume as if we were all in need of a hearing aid, my mom’s frequent screams at the kids to stop them from scooping each other’s eyeballs out and the over-the-top volume on Astro. Maybe, they indeed need hearing aid.

Over lunch today, I had a conversation with mom and sister not related to money, the house, my weight problem, my frequent night outings and my overspending on shoes. It was a good change.

As my sister was telling my mother about a friend who brought her home to Malacca, and unintentionally attended the Qing Ming (All Souls’ Day) with his family. We inadvertently spoke about the old grave of a granduncle who was buried on top of a cemetery hill in Taiping. Apparently, he died being love sick.

Every year without fail, my aunts and step uncle, who are already in the late 50s and early 60s now, would go up the hill religiously to clean up the grave of our granduncle. As they grew older, they find the task of going uphill indeed is an uphill task. Every year, they would complained and told the dead granduncle that, they would not come next year and hope that he would forgive them for not clearing his grave.

This year, they went again to clear the grave with my sister despite the usual annual complaint. When they reached the top, after heaving heavily on their laborious task, my 3rd aunt was searching her pocket frantically. She took out a slice of ginseng and popped it into her step brother’s mouth. She did the same for herself. LOL. I wonder how much would it cost to exhume a grave?

I went for grocery shopping this afternoon with sister. Girls will always be girls. Other than the intended groceries, we would end up buying something else.

As sister was trying out the hair band, I asked her, why on earth she would want to wear a hair band. She never wears hair band.

She said that, her assistant manager commented about her messy hair and told her to get a hair band. I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, you are taking a fashion advice from the lady who puts too much oil on her dandruff-infested hair?”

My sis burst out laughing but she went ahead to buy the hair band. The sarcasm didn’t end there. (I hate myself sometimes for this!)

As we were strolling along the aisle selling cooking oil, I quipped, “So, you should ask Ms Oily Hair, she should be saving a lot of money on cooking oil. As she cooked, her oily hair would just drip some oils into the wok. And the white flakes of her dandruff could act as ajinomoto too!”

LOL! I am a bitch.

It has been quite while since I went out shopping with sis. I should do this more often. It’s great because she paid all the bills. LOL.

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The first thing I bought from Tumpang was a Simian laptop knapsack and it was cool. (James: Where is that tumbler?)

Anyway, since today is Friday the 13th, I feel like doing a good deed to counter off whatever bad deeds I had done over the week to avoid anymore jinx. One black Kat is enough. LOL.

Good things are meant to be shared. So, here, I would like to invite you guys (especially eligible handsome and still available ones lah) and girls (okay lah - can still be friends what, right?) to join me on 3rd May 2007 for Spiderman 3 at 9.30 pm, Cathay Cineleisure Damansara. I will get my tickets as soon as I request my TAC from Maybank2U. For more details, click below!

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I went out Kat the Jinx last night. She was “deported” back to Malaysia because of expired student visa. Now, she is waiting for her visa to be renewed. It was quite a mess because everyone seems to be giving different info.

I took Kat out for a nice local dinner at my usual haunt near Tawakal Hospital – the happening hokkien char and stir fried lala with chilli. It was a good plan as she has cravings for lala for some time.

When we reached the restaurant, I was surprised that it was closed. Never in my entire experience of going to this restaurant had ever met with such disappointment. The worst is usually having to make a few rounds for car park. As long as I could remember, it was never close. Somehow, when I left home yesterday, I have a bad feeling it might not open. She was very pregnant when I went there in December last year. She probably went to give birth.

Not wanting to disappoint her, I went to my other usual food joint – Lau Heong Seafood restaurant – where the boss told me that the restaurant never closes and runs 365 days a year. That would be a good alternative since lala is on her mind. So, we went to Lau Heong which is just 5 minutes drive away from Tawakal.

Another disappointment, sadly. Of all days, someone within the Lau Heong’s family chose to kick the bucket. They had a funeral ceremony going on when we arrived.

I couldn’t contain my laughter and laughed out loud. Of all days man!!! OF ALL DAYS!!

Kat was not amused. She had a bad day since she was informed that her interview for her visa is scheduled on 26 April when she expected to return to UK within 5 – 10 working days upon submitting her application. And now this?!

I recalled the first time I went to watch a movie with her in KLCC. It was Ever After – the Cinderella Story. Firstly, the movie was delayed for about 30 minutes. When it finally started, 15 minutes down the movie, there was total black out. Everyone in the cinema yelled. Then, a few minutes later, they continued the show. Another 5 minutes later, the show was stalled again. Announcement was made to whether we would like to change to the next slot or go to the movie counter to get refund. LOL. Never in my life, such things happened when I go for movies.

Then I recalled the incident last weekend. Eventhough I suck big time at bowling, I seldom missed the pins (would at least hit 1 pin lah) till she came to say hi. I ended up throwing the ball twice in the ditch back to back. Kat is JINXED!!!!

Another incident was, I asked Kat to get me a book, Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie. She put it in a paper bag, on transit via bus to the airport and somehow, someone switched the same paper bag with hers.

Need I say more? LOL.

I am a bit apprehensive of going to Tanjung Sepat with her this weekend. Probably, there would be a tsunami on a hot day? LOL. Kidding!

Despite being a jinx, I assure you, Kat, that I love you just the same.

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Yesterday at work.

Me: Hello, good afternoon.

Caller: Hello! Can I speak to Mr Clear River?

Me: I am sorry. He’s having a meeting outside office. Can I help you?

Caller: Oh I see. Can I have his mobile number?

Me: May I know who is this?

Caller: I am Henry lah. I know Clear River for over 20 years already. He was my old friend.

Me: Oh okay. Can I have your number so I can get him to call you back when he’s in the office?

Caller: Aiyah! Just give me the number lah. I want to sms him invitation lah.

Me: What invitation is this?

Caller: My birthday party lah. Come on lah. Why not you gimme your number also? I also sms you the invitation to my party lor!

Me: Erm… I am sorry. I cannot do that.

Caller: Why not?? If I cannot get your boss, I can call you direct mah.

Me: You can get me at this number that you are calling now.

Caller: Aiseh. I ask for your phone number only mah. Not asking you to marry me!!!

Me: You think I want you marry you meh? Who are you? If you bank in 1 million bucks into my bank account now also I have to consider lah. Silly Ah Beng. Fuck off lah!

Ok.. I didn’t say that. I wanted to. But I didn’t.

Me: Sorry, I cannot give you my number or my boss’ number. What I can do is, please leave your number with me, and I will get him to call you as soon as he comes back.

Caller: Why so susah one? Aiyoh.. What is the name of your project manager ah?

This fucker never gives up.

Me: Which project?

Caller: Aiyah.. the most tua liap one lah.

Me: We have many project managers worr. Different sites, different project managers.

Caller: Just gimme 3 names lah okay?

Me: Erm.. there is an incoming call now. I cannot talk too long. Just give me your number, I will call you back.

Caller: Why not you just gimme your number lah? Come on. Not asking you to marry me lah. Ask you come to my birthday party only, then we meet.

Me: No, no thanks. I don’t want to go to your birthday party.

Caller: Why not?

In my heart, I cursed @#$%^&*.

It’s very difficult not being able to tell someone off on the phone as we do not know who is on the other line. People here tend to have connections everywhere. Sigh. I wish I could just ask him to fuck off.

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My nose bled in office this morning. Must be due to the all-fried-stuffs dinner I had last night at Chilli’s and too much sun.

When I told a colleague about this, she quipped, “Eh? I thought only guys will have bloody nose? No meh?”

I laughed at her ignorance.

Feeling somewhat a little under the weather. Probably due to yesterday’s whole day outing after 2 weekends remained vegetative in front of the tv. Everyone needs to get out sometimes to stretch those legs and boy, I did stretch the legs (and arms as well) yesterday.

Was at the Curve the entire morning and late afternoon, checking out the flea market together with Popiah, Ms Gan and her sister.

File Pic - took it 2 weeks ago when I had breakfast there with another friend

Before the Curve, Popiah and I had har meen (prawn noodles) in the morning – yes, I have found a new kick-ass har meen near my house– I didn’t have brunch again while Popiah, having the size of Brittany Murphy, had beef vermicelli rice again less than 30 minutes after the har meen. I only managed to look at her munching while sipping my Vietnamese Drip Coffee at Pho Hoa. Life is never fair. Sigh. Anyway, Pho Hoa is a nice place. Good service and good food, and their plain water comes for free.

Flea market at the Curve is out for a kill. I didn’t find anything that I like there, obviously because they sell mainly overpriced accessories and clothes which I do not have any correlation with. I find shopping these days means, you just walk about, flip a thing or two and consider yourself had shopped.

I didn’t buy anything in particular but, Popiah has this lubang of getting 100 ml perfume for only RM150. Again, I bought Clinique Happy as my current 50 ml bottle, a birthday present from Hot Babe Sharon last year is finishing soon. As I was telling a friend and eventually made him to buy me DKNY Be Delicious, I don’t usually buy perfume. I get them for free. Heh! But since this is so dirt cheap, I simply could not resist. Yes. I have placed order for Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, Gucci Envy and Givenchy Irresistable.

Popiah dropped me off to One Utama after that, for another bowling session with friends. Well, I remained consistent in my scores – consistently the lowest. It’s really frustrating that I just could not get the ball to go straight.

As I was lurking in One Utama alone while waiting for bowling mates to come, I received calls from both friends who just came home from overseas. One was Kat – she dropped by the bowling alley just in time to see me throw the ball into the ditch, TWICE. The other person was really a surprise – Dimple. She is back from New York for good. From her e-mail which I happened to read today – she shipped back 5 large boxes including 2 frames. There goes my chance of visiting her in the Big Apple, and she said something about throwing in some food and free accommodation at Universal Studio… ah well.

Age must have taken its toll on this body. I reached home, jumped into a nice hot bath, watched The Bachelorette on tv (and wondered why such a pretty girl has problems meeting the right man) before hitting the sack.

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About 3 years ago, I was working in a construction company that changed my life forever.

I accepted the job because I was thrilled that I would be the pioneer in setting up the entire department. It would be awesome to be able to contribute my experience and knowledge into the new division.

Sadly, the things I have suggested were fallen onto deaf ears. Not because I was young and deemed inexperienced. It was just too bad that my vast knowledge and confidence were deemed as threat to my immediate superior.

Everything I suggested was veto-ed. I was frustrated that I was given miniscule tasks that undermined my capability. I grit my teeth and went ahead everyday to work and left my disgruntled feelings behind. Afterall, why do we work? It was meant to pay bills and putting food on the table. Why wanna wrestle with money when you know for sure, you would end up at the losing end?

I decided to throw in the towel after the immediate superior behaved unruly and extended my confirmation without justification. It is impossible to work with egoistic people who do not want to learn from mistakes and refusing to admit their inadequacy.

That time, I was at the lowest point of my life. To add further assault to my wounded soul, my sister was sick and hospitalized and a week later, my beloved grandmother passed away.

I was a nervous wreck. My blood pressure shot up. Due to lack of sleep, way too much anxiety and emotions were on the most dangerous roller coaster.

I was glad that I have good friends to fall back to. James gave me a blog to vent anger and Mae took me in to work for her for two months, offering me most invaluable benefits – words of encouragement and a listening ear.

During that time, I didn’t really look for job as I was very frustrated with the corporate world. I left my resume at the agency and was called numerous times for interviews but I only picked two offers.

One was with the medical institution in PJ. When I was there, I had a bad feeling how this would turn out to be. As expected, the interviewer – the Financial Controller has the most hated face (you know – those people that you tend to dislike the moment you set your eyes on them – yeah! Yong Sui in Cantonese! Haha. And I am not saying this because I didn’t get the job).

I couldn’t understand why she had to throw questions at me sarcastically. I cited I have outgrown the company within the span of 8 months I was there as a reason for leaving. Wrong move, I know. I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth – my boss is a bitch!! And Senior is a moron who doesn’t know what she is doing?!

My gut feeling told me that she somewhat knew about my history in the previous company. Finally, the FC let the cat out of the bag by asking me if I happened to know Senior. That moment, I gave up fending for myself. Apparently, Senior must had made unfavorable comments about me and like any other business industry, it’s a small world – Senior used to service the medical institution before she joins the construction company.

I find the interview a waste of time and hence, I showed no interest since FC behaved unprofessionally and already made up her mind before interviewing me. I wanted so bad to give her a piece of my mind and decided against it.

I was again in the foulest mood.

A week later, I was called for an interview in the financial institution. There, I met Sugar and we became instant friends. During the interview, I was wary of what to say to explain my short period working in the previous construction firm. I was lucky that I decided to express my concern for office politics, and told her that I could not tolerate office politics. That was the main reason I resigned from my previous job.

Sugar accepted me immediately and I was very happy working for her for almost 2 years before I came to this current job of mine.

Three years later from the ill-fated job at the construction firm, I heard that Senior is looking for a job. Like they say, karma is a bitch. She applied for a job at a place where one of my acquaintance is currently working. This acquaintance called another friend up to check if I know Senior. (Don’t ask me why she had to call another friend to ask me a question)

It’s payback time. Revenge is sweet.

I told my friend to tell Acquaintance that Senior’s credibility is questionable. Even if she had a few years experience in her job, it’s unfortunate that she didn’t even have the most basic knowledge. In our line of work, qualification takes the second seat. Exposure and hands on experience are more important.

I told her that if her company prefers to hire someone who kisses ass all the way to the top, Senior is their right candidate. Or if they prefer someone who would make 100 phone calls just to draft ONE resolution, Senior is the right person to waste money on phone bills. Or if they prefer a parrot who always quote – “to ensure good corporate governance” in almost every question being thrown to her – whether it is relevant or not, Senior is your choice. Or someone who still lives in the caves (don’t know how to use the internet), she is your choice.

Okay. I lied. I didn’t say that.

As much as I wanted to give my two cents worth on her capability and credibility, I don’t believe in hitting below the belt. I would not stoop that low to her level in ensuring misery in other people’s lives. Perhaps, after so many years, she would have made enough phone calls to draft numerous resolutions and kept them as samples. Hahaha. Well, I believe in second chances.

I denied that I know her and remained tight lip about her. I didn’t want to have anything to do with her – whether she gets the job or not, it’s not my problem. I have my own sets of problems to attend to.

The Devil In Me is slowly fading away.

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I was telling a friend that I had been dreaming too much the past 2 days while I was idling at home. He said I slept too much. It’s true. I slept way too much that I had multiple dreams for 2 days. Some of which, I could still remember vividly. Some were merely fleeting memories that faded as soon as I woke up.

Dream #1 The First Lady
Saturday morning

I went shopping. I was with three or four people whom I couldn’t remember. We were walking in some sort of EXPO for plants. Then I noticed, one of my group shoppers is none other than the first lady!

I addressed her clumsily by calling her first name and then, I apologized. She said, it’s alright.

We went into a narrow shop. While walking into the narrow staircase, we were surprised that inside, it was actually a big hypermarket, only it was too dark as if they were trying to save on electricity. We climbed stairs upon stairs but the last one was a bit too difficult to climb as it looked like some sort of canopy walk when we stepped our feet on it. I told her to forget about it. (Yeah! Even in dreams, I detested climbing stairs).

We ended up in the children’s department.

She wanted to buy a quilt with cute little doggie pics on it. The weird thing was, there was a dog dish being sewed onto the quilt. It beats me the purpose of the dog dish. She lamented that, sometimes her maid forgot to feed her grandchildren. To safeguard this, she would put some biscuits into the dish so that her grandchildren would never go hungry.

LOL.

Dream #2 The Saman
Saturday afternoon

There were lots of traveling in the car, and my sister was the driver. We went to places of which I couldn’t recall now.

Then I dreamt of going to the Post Office to collect a parcel. (In reality, it is true that I received a collection slip stating that I needed to collect it personally and not allowed to send representatives. Goldfish said that this is definitely a SAMAN! So, he advised that I don’t collect it and let it lapse – LOL!) When I went to the Post Office, it was not a saman, but a big package that I had won in some radio contest.

I woke up to pee then, I realized that, it was merely a nice dream.

Dream #3 The Portobello Sandwich
Sunday morning

I dreamt going to La Bodega again for the Portobello sandwich with Ann.

I woke up, wanting to go out but it was raining. I went back to sleep.

Dream #4 The House on the Cliff
This Morning

I dreamt that I was staying in a house, overlooking a limestone cliff with breath-taking view. The problem is, the cliff might get eroded anytime and would cause half of my house to collapse into the sea.

I went outside to check out my neighbours. Their houses too were at danger of collapsing into the sea.

Dream #5 Sex… Well, Almost!
This morning

I was assigned a project of writing up the reasons/ benefits of a building project. I was doing research and bumped into a long distance cousin brother. (When I was little, I used to go to his house on weekends to stay over. After I moved to KL, I only seen him 2x in 17 years – once I bumped on him on the street and second time, I bumped into him in a restaurant and ended up having breakfast with him)

He is the dorky type in reality. But in this dream, he had changed into some suave and dashing looking young man. Let’s call him Benjamin.

He volunteered to help me with the project which I quickly obliged. Not because of him being handsome and all lah.. ok ok lah.. partly because of this. Heh! I was surprised that he told me he’s an accountant with the well known architectural company that I am doing a research on. What a coincidence! He helped me a lot in my project.

I was supposed to buy him lunch, but we went separate ways for lunch after the whole morning of gathering information. During lunch, I bumped into Madam V, the tea lady in my previous company who made kick ass Nescafé. We then had vegetarian lunch together in a garden ala picnic style.

I remember what I wore as I looked into the mirror after lunch. I was wearing a blouse with motives of my new LeSportsSac bag, given to me by Chubby for my birthday this year. This is getting weird.

I met up with Benjamin again and it was raining. The sky was dark and suddenly it turned to night. He told me to get into his car and we were supposed to go back to his office. We ended up near the staff house. This architect firm provides houses for their outstation staff within their vicinity. The houses were the old quaint English houses painted in black and white – looking very familiar, like some old bungalow houses I remember seeing in Taiping.

He suggested that we go upstairs to his house for discussion, in which I refused. DAMN!!!! Even in dreams, I am so conservative!

“Just go ahead and shag him!!” I could practically hear my brain screaming.

I politely declined his offer and he looked somewhat disappointed. We discussed further about the project in the car (yes, in the dark) and suddenly, a security guard came knocking at our car window.

“What are you doing??” he said. He looked like a serial killer. I quickly locked the car doors and gestured him to go away.

Benjamin’s mobile rang. He answered the phone. Within earshots, I could hear him say, “I am with a date now. I cannot talk much.”

“Date??” I was confused.

Out of sudden, his friend came and sat inside our car and made a lot of noise. The friend said it’s impossible to go home now as the whole Cheras is jammed. True enough. In reality, Benjamin stays in Cheras and true enough – Cheras is always freaking jam.

So, I had no choice but to wait for the jam to subside.

Benjamin asked if I would like to go upstairs while waiting for the jam to subside.

I said okay, and asked the friend to come along with us.

The friend smirked at me and said no, thanks. He would prefer sitting in the car to wait.

He was opening the door to his house when the alarm clock rang.

Damn. I missed the sex part again.

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