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Been too damn lazy to blog in the past week. Away from the PC I have much to say but when I plonk my fat ass in front of it, everything goes blank – not the screen but my head and thoughts.

Damn you blogger’s block (if there’s such a thing).

I’m at a crossroad.

But never mind that, moving on:

It’s been a while since I last saw them.

One’s in Jakarta building his empire, the next Lakshmi Mittal if you may.

(Boss, belanja minum when you’re back)

While the other is busy being Mrs Wiberg and learning Swedish (which reminds me of this wicked joke to share!)

I’ve taken the liberty to put up only the nicest pictures *grins*

Ok no idea what she’s doing here

It’s time like this that I miss you guys the most. We need to catch up over drinks, a night out of talking and gossiping , a night out of poking fun at Dheeraj and his occasional ‘happy’ blunders, a night out of just plain catching up. I have SO many things to bitch about and share, like seriously – it’s time to meet up.

I miss you guys, for real.

Ok I cannot tahan, I’ll just share the joke here la:

A virile, young Italian soldier was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment; and after some small talk, they made love. After a pleasant interlude,he asked with a smile,

“So…you finish?”

She paused for a second, frowned, and replied “No.”

Surprised, the young man reached for her; and the love making resumed. This time, she thrashes about wildly; and there are screams of passion. The love making ends; and again, the young man smiles, and asks,

“You finish?”

And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and softly says, “No.”

Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young man reaches for the woman. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it; but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping bed sheets. The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and asks,

“You finish?”

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“No!” she shouts back, “I Sveedish!”

MUAHAHAHA

I miss you.

I almost booked a flight to visit you for CNY.

I even booked a room at the same place we stayed before. Has it been that long?

You were awesome. The shopping, food, the partying but most importantly the road side Thai Iced Tea stalls.

But I have some other plans, something more important so I’ll have to put you on hold.

I promise I’ll be back to visit you. Or maybe even visit my grandmother’s hometown?

I’ll even say a prayer.

I wonder if the baby Elephant my hubby tortured (rode)has recovered from the trauma?

And I promise I’ll be back in Pat Pong to visit you too

Please ignore my hand on the ‘her’ chest Nothing happened!

Bangkok, I’ll be back

Two weeks before the end of dua kosong kosong lapan, I got my year end bonus. I was afraid my unpaid leave to OZ would affect it but hey lucky me.

It’s our ‘tradition’ to belanja dinner whenever one of us gets extra richer for the month. Decided to take other half for Spanish food in La Cocina in USJ Taipan.

The place was simple yet inviting, although the lack of diners made it feel like I had booked the entire restaurant for us. Hey, he would have believed it anyway. Service was impeccable and the restaurant had a very homely vibe to it. Almost made him want to do the salsa, almost.

Complimentary (coz I’m special) very strong sangria:

We started out with some very tasty appetizers:

Chicken croquettes on the left and Grainated Eggplants on the right.

Our main course was the Valenciana Paella which was good but not as good as the one we had in Manila of course.

For my favorite part of every meal, we decided to go for the crema catalana which was simply out of this world. The Spanish version of crème brulee was extremely creamy, rich and tasty. Makes me drool just thinking about it.

The entire bill came up to RM120. A highly recommended place for any couple who wants a quiet romantic Spanish dinner. Valentine ’s Day is just around the corner so this is a great place to consider! They also have a bar upstairs which we will explore next time. Or maybe on V-Day? Who knows.

Meanwhile, it was a good day yesterday in my own little twisted world because it was the day my new baby arrived from US of A.

Half the fun is actually ripping and opening the box with excitement after a hard day at work: Syok nye!!

She’s much more beautiful than I expected.

Credits to Steve for being such a lovely understanding seller Not only did he reserve the bag for me for sometime, I even got a free pen ok!

And of course, proud owner fail if she don’t pose like a gleaming mother of a newborn!

Unlike last year, we did not just barely make it to the club before the countdown, or get stuck in horrendous traffic while cursing away. NO! This year was different.

First, we dined in Nero Vivo. Although the food was REALLY good (and prices jacked up even more for the occasion), the other half’s patience was challenged the minute we were told our table was OUTSIDE the restaurant. This despite having booked a table much in advance! Let me tell you that Nero Vivo isn’t the most affordable restaurant and I don’t see the point of paying good $ and having to sit outside where you’re reduced to a miserable fan with damp wind coupled with the smell of smoke on your hair and clothes. A few bitch fits later, we were promptly given a table inside Prove that sometimes being a bitch can be rather advantageous or essential when it’s called for.

Food was excellent, dessert was out of this world, my date was really cute but if there was one thing we could change, it would probably be the pretentious people dining there but hey that’s a different story all together.

Headed to Heritage Row and scouted around for a club. Wylane backed out last minute coz her other half wasn’t feeling well. But luckily we had another friend who joined us with his friends.

Ended up in Bar Savanh – a place we constantly bitch about but yet occasionally find ourselves there. Bloody hypocrites.

Two bottles for RM550 nett – the cheapest in that area FYI

Music was good; crowd was just nice – not to crowded and stuffy this time around with plenty of space on the dance floor to shake that big fat booty.

Speaking of fat booties, a big ass kept bumping into me until I gave her and her friend a glare – the look that said, one more time bitch and I swear I’ll knock your socks off! Hello floor so big and you insist on bodily contact with me? I don’t swing that way, at least not anymore, haaah. Some people are so annoying la.

Fat asses aside, we even got free party packs

If this was a saffron thali, these two would be married by now

At the stroke of 12

Group pic

Hubby’s vision of the night was somewhat blurred out the next morning BUT BUT BUT luckily his wife took pictures to remind him of the night’s events

It was clearly HIS night since he had lots of attention, from the men, heeeh!

Things a straight man should not do – get caught in such compromising pictures, ahem.

Hubby’s new found admirer who came up to me and asked if he could do the bhanghra with me?

NO!

NOT ME

Wait for it….

With Hubby!

Gay *cough* He’s on my Facebook now, coz I don’t discriminate okay

Another big no no – dancing with other men!

Hubby proving to the rest that hey, I may be pretty with my long lashes and big pouty lips but I’m straight!

Overall it was a good night (although besties were missing) – company was good except when my friend’s friend threw up a little on my shoe while we were at the mamak!! But what the heck, I was too busy chowing down on my nasi lemak at 4 am

With the start of a wonderful night out welcoming the 1st day of 2009, I just know 2009 will be a good year for us. So many things to achieve and do, so many things to look forward to, 2009 – please be good to us. And please no more asses bumping into me, unless it belongs to one sex god by the name of John Abraham