Legion

yes, despite maklongnye bedah's review, the tikus went to watch the Legion, sometime last last weekend.

actually, i was already ready to wait for the dvd, tak sampai hati to see hubby's face cringe or worse, out right snores in the cinema out of boredom.. but out of the blue, my sweet baby blue told me that he already reserved movie tix for us..

acho... tak sampei hati la kan nak bagi tau review dia macam kurang menarik..

but actually, i found it not quite bad..it was not good, but not that bad either.. ok, ok, like si ateen, i do have a thang for bettany ever since wimbledon.. shweeet..

and of course, sayang hated it. OMG!! it was so funny the way he described it.. it was not that it was boring, but it was just too warp-y for him.. the fate of mankind is dependent on a group of people in a god-knows-where truck-stop-diner with only an angel defending them? right... could have made it a town instead.. lolx!

Siam Body Works

sayang has, apparently, another new hobby...

he loves, LOVES, going for a massage...

*sigh*

ever since our last hols - oh, forgot, i didnt post that huh? - where we, literally, woke up, sat at the beach, went to spa, lunched, sat at the beach, dinner-ed (yes, another NOT A WORD but do i look like i care?), slept and repeated all of the above for 5 days in a row - no, i kid u not - sayang has gotten fixated with massages... oh! dats y i didnt post the hols, there's actually NOTHING to post coz i was, well, half asleep for the 5 days we were there!! kah kah kah!!! it was actually the best 5 days of the whole year of 2009.. sigh... do we really have 10 more months to go???

anyways, yes, sayang just loves massages now..

so just now, or yesterday, after whimperings of "yaaaang, jom la gie massage" for the past two weeks, we went to try Siam Body Works at Ampwalk in Ampang.. i have no desire to go way across the country to hartamas and since i have no idea what spas are good in ampang, we just picked one out of the internet, and voila, Siam Body Works..

I have never tried thai massages before.. coz one thing i know FOR SURE, thai massages HURT like hell.. a good kind of hurt, one of my colleague used to say, but hey, i am not a masochist! err, did i spell that right? but since my neck and shoulders are all achy from the meetings, papers and presentations and OMGWTF other stuff that could literally give me a doctorate in MS office programs, i relented and braved myself for this good kind of hurt..

the outlet - sorry, but i cant really call it a spa coz i equate spas with a place of sanctuary for women - is small, on the 1st floor of Ampwalk. the receiving area is simple with a small set of sofa in front of the cashier and small area for you to browse stuff (oils, chinese teas) to buy. we were brought through the door to the massage area where unbelievably is about the same concept as Zen Soul!!

the rooms are not rooms but small cubicle-like areas with curtains separating each massage area. and of course, again, the mattress is on the floor. oh no, i feel a cringe at my neck. but if i were to be objective - and put my need for creature comfort aside - this is actually an excellent economical model of facility layout - yes, this is the industrial engineer speaking - and operational model. emm...

anyways, the treatment. there are not that many choices of treatment, just a couple choices of massages and reflexology. if u're looking for scrubs, bath or mani pedi, definitely not here.. for us, i chose the aromatheraphy massage and sayang went for the thai traditional massage. the experience? oh dear god.. the good part of the good kind of hurt better be damn good tomorrow coz i'm still hurting now!! lolx! but to be seriouly frank, it does hurt, especially if ur shoulder knots are like ours, huge and extremely knotty! the masseurs will not hesitate to use her entire arm especially elbows to squish those knots into oblivion IRREGARDLESS of how much u squealed.. at least my treatment came with oil that i thot lessen the pain quite a bit. sayang's treatment is sans oil!! he told me he felt like he's being pinched and elbowed and squished and twisted!! HAHAHAH!!!

but after all that, we do feel a bit looser and achingly good - if ever there's such a description.

i would recommend this if u're really stressed or have sports knots - there's a special massage for golfers!!.. if u're like me, where massages are supposed to be pampering and relaxing with soothy songs and sweet smells, this is definitely not for you!

would i go again? i think so.. yes..

i'm so P.O.ed today..

hubby took me to out today to get curling iron in an effort to cheer me up - yes, otherwise i'll still be one smelly tikus.. i have one already but i loaned that one to nis and since at that time my hair was horribly, irritatingly damaged and at a ridiculous length that i couldnt do anything with it, i told her she could keep it. yes, it would serve her oh-so-gorgeous hair better than mine...

*sulk while swearing that i wouldnt subject my hair to anymore chemicals*

lately though, i'm itching to do something with my hair.. someone, once upon a time ago, suggested to me that maybe i change my hair a lot has something to do with a subconscious need to change something else but i couldnt and so that need transfered to changing my hair.

i told him to FUCK OFF.

if there are any subconscious needs that are still smoldering inside me that i have yet to fulfill, they do not translate to my hair.

i have one so very conscious hair problem since before i hit puberty: i hate my hair. and if u're my ex-primary schoolmate or my ex-boarding schoolmate, you would know. i have horrible hair, well, at least until i met rebonding. LOLX! yes, yes, gag y dont u..

so anyways, since my hair is bordering recovery already *another 4 inches of damaged ends to go*, i'm itching to do something to it. i made appt to do this one process called cosmy or smtg but i cancelled it last minute because yes, chemicals. i cant color it, i cant cut it even shorter. so i wanted to curl it and hubby offered to get a new curling iron for me.

so off we went this afternoon to get one. then we stopped by mcdonald's for its fries for snacks, to guardians for toilettries and back to the car to go home.

tikus: sayang, where's the plastic that has my curlers??

sayang: not with me..

tikus: oh shit! i left it at mcdonald's!!!

so the tikus ran back to mcdonald's and lo and behold the orange plastic bag that held her newly purchased VS ceramic curling iron is not there any longer.

BLARDYVOSTOK!!!

i asked the cleaners there and that farking amah was so rude, not helpful and dismissive *may u be hit by a bus*. i went to the counter, asked for the manager to make an incident report and also to leave my details so that if anyone found it they can contact me. this one cibai lady named faridah *may you be hit by a truck* who's the asst manager was so fucking rude gave me a scrap paper to write on and left me there and disappeared.

one, i was so upset my stuff is gone and most definitely stolen [baru beli k!!!], and second, i was so angry at how, not only unhelpful but RUDE these people are. it's like they are trained to be polite at one thing only "hi, having here or to go?", for other things, u can fuck off.

i was going to make a fuss or more aptly go to war but hubby, my oh-so-very-patient husband told me to just forget it and lets get another one.

huh?? HUH?? ala... dah lah aku rasa bersalah sebab hilangkan barang yang dia baru belikan tak sampai sejam pun, lepas tu dia nak belikan lagi satu???

alaaaaa.... nak marah orang pun dah tak de mood..

the tikus is sleeping early tonite, mostly because her tummy is still pounding, though a bit numb-ly [if there's ever such a word - oh, do u know that "irregardless" is actually NOT a real word?? i just knew k!!], from my pill-popping episode this afternoon..

i actually planned to do A LOT of freaking things today including watch the legion tonite. but of course, i spent my time curling with blankie, licking peanut butter and jelly from a spoon - yes, gross, i know but HEY! P-M-S!!! - and "fight" people in FB.. that was actually soothing, except for the fact that i still dont have a freaking bangkok passport to play in bangkok!!!

dang..

ok, where was i? oh, yeah, sleeping early.

well, good nite peeps!!

the tikus is not feeling well today..

why?

its the time of the FARKING month, dats FARKING why. yes, pls dont pardon my french, i do intend to swear, A LOT in this post, today and for the next 7-9 days..

uurrrrgghh..

it's not just the pain that's frustrating, it's the FARKING irritating and sooo irritable mood, the strangest need to eat all the BLARDY chocolate in the whole wide world and of course, the OMGWTF mother of all zits on the face!!

i mean, COME ON!!

there are some things in life that you just have to face alone, without help from anyone, not your family, friends or even your dearest partner..

and sometimes, you just feel like screaming out loud and for the tikus, most likely, crawl into her blankie, close her eyes and postpone facing whatever she has to face just a little while longer..

well, she can hope..

oh no..

hubby has a new hobby lately.. well, actually, it's an old hobby revived. i bought him a mountain bike for his bday last dec since his old one was stolen back in zurich [yes, i know, theft in zurich? strange, right?]

anyways, this morning, he went for a bike ride with another friend on a trail at the local forest research institute compound. and me, of course me the CITYkoos stayed at home with all my creature comforts - and smelly blankie and nice aircond - than trying to venture anywhere near a forest. and then, when i woke up, i saw his sms..

"sayang! next time u have to come! ramai orang k.. nanti i go buy u ur bike"

errr...

right....

Fact 1: i have no idea how to ride a mountain bike. no, rpm classes at the gym do not count.

Fact 2: track in the forest??? oh god, save me..

The Blind Side

i watched this movie a couple of days back. it was probably the best sandra bullock movie that i've ever watched and the one that moved me the most.

at first i thot the story is too good to be true, like some kind of a feel good movie.

and then i found out that it's a true story.

it's just amazing.

14 sticks to Day 1

today, the carton on the shelve of my cabinet is empty. i have opened the last remaining box - and of course currently chimney-ing my way through this post..

why is this important?

coz i told myself when that particular carton is empty, i will not buy another, box or carton or stick.

and honestly, i'm terrified like hell. that feeling when u saw ur last box and kept thinking whether the sticks are enough to get u through until u hv the time to get another or two boxes or better yet, lets get the whole carton. yes, that feeling, multiply it by maybe a million..

and the questions in my head now - what will i do without my ciggies? how would i forego stress? how would i get pass my mental blocks?? - are killing me.

i dont know whether i can do this or not but i'm not one who'll quit without trying.. or in this case, who'll try to quit??

HAHA, buat kelakar la pulak..

Zen Soul

we went to Zen Soul this afternoon for a little massage.

Zen Soul is a small spa in sri hartamas, yes, that alien planet and thank god for GPS [HAHAHA!] it was introduced to us by one of our friends and we wanted to try it out since the price is not that bad. an hour massage is from 65-75 depending on the kind of massage that you choose.

the spa is on the 1st floor in a row of shophouses near karma. the setting is quite simple but unique. unigue because the massage rooms are not really rooms. imagine a wide floor space being divided by wall partitions to make "cubicle-like" massage rooms with heavy curtains instead of doors. and for the first time in my life, the massage err bed(?) is on the floor with actual mattress and pillow.kinda funny and uncomfortable a little bit coz your head will be turned either to the left or right to avoid being smothered by the pillow! but everything was done tastefully with laminated flooring and romantic lighting. the only thing bad about the configuration is that we could hear our neighbours quite clearly!

we chose the aromatheraphy massage which is actually a mixture of malay, balinese and swedish massage. as a whole, i would have to say that it was quite nice but a teeny bit painful! HAHAHA! i always go for aromatheraphy for my first time in any new spas to test the masseurs because it's always the most relaxing and soothing and NOT PAINFUL!! but apparently not here. i was quite disappointed with my masseur coz i think she's a bit lazy. even sayang thot so too coz we actually faced each other [ye lah, heads have to be turned to one side kan?] and he could see that my masseur macam buat cincai.. and no, i did not complain, yes, i did wonder why since i am the master complainer..

all in all, it was ok. on a scale of 10, i would probably give it a 6 mostly because the price is fabulous and it was quite easy to get to [despite being at an alien planet]. would i go there again? emmm.. ok, maybe. but just for the massage [definitely not the aromatheraphy] or the mani pedi and not for the lulur coz the shower is at the back of the receptionist, meaning that you will have to cross the sitting / waiting area to go shower. like, eeiik, no thank you.

15 days later..

i just noticed that i havent written anything this year in this blog.

not even "happy new year".. sigh..

last year i thot i would write everyday and i would have at least 365 posts for the year 2009. it was a couple of hundred short :) i blame it on the internet connection, the job and most of all, i blame it on the little addictive games in facebook. yes, i have to admit that. my lappie, for the past months, has become the instrument of "destruction" HAHAHA!

anyways,

this year, honestly, i have no new year resolution, well, it's kinda like 15 days too late to make any huh.. but looking back to last year, i would like to have some minor life improvements this year. i wont call it resolution coz then i'll just forget about it coz hey, there's always the next year's resolution, right? so calling it life improvements seem a bit more lasting and hopefully permanent.

to all my frens out there, happy new year, may God bless you and may you have the best days and years ahead of you.

and for some frens whom i just heard, or more correctly, read, whom are hvg trials in their lives, i pray for the best for you. be strong.

the NEW movie i just have to MOON about..

ok, i have to admit it, i actually liked the new moon..

ok, ok, more than like..

definitely a whole lot more than the 1st installment..

**sigh**

**drooled**

i mean, COME ON, who would not fall in lurve with this.. this.. kid.. can i even call him a kid?

damn! i even went to buy the DVD copy k!

and i'm sorry maknye bedah, but please, he wins hands down against mr. edward gorgeously-powder-puffed cullen..

and oh yeah, the story's nice too.. HAHA!

parking in KLCC is can be an art or a disaster.

i was on my way to my car just now when this one family was walking here and there trying to figure out where did their father park the car, all the while grumbling.

i dont blame them. it is very confusing especially if its your first time down there. it took me a year to be familiar with the underground parking at KLCC and another year to literally memorize where everything is situated.

not to mention the 6am incident where we were literally "lost" in the carpark. yes, i hate to tell you that the carpark is pretty err scary. that time, my colleague and i were finishing a paper and we were finally done at 6am. yes, 6am and thank god nothing said hello to us in the office during the late night and early morning.

but when we were trying to leave the carpark, we cant find the exit. like we literally cant see any exits. thank god my colleague is the logical and not-panicky type [i was already ready to scream]. he drove around the carpark what must have been three or four times until we saw a security guard and he led us to the exit, which surprisingly was not far from where we parked [and yes, we didnt see it].

so if you are down there at KLCC carpark and cant find your car, dont panic, look for the many security guards who either ambled around or riding around on yellow kapcai's. they will either bring u to the office while they radio their colleagues to look for your car or they will carry u on their kapcai's to look for your car with you. yes, i have seen them do that. cool huh?

i'd always taken for granted that the building where i'm working at is one [or used to be one] of the famous buildings in the world.

sometimes, it boggled my mind why, WHY, do people want to take pictures of the building, why they gawked at the lobby of the office, tried to enter the air-gate valiantly eventhough the polis bantuan had told them that this is not the place to visit the Towers.

and most of the times, it irritated me that i have to struggle through swarms and swarms of [sometime SMELLY] tourists flocking in groups, following the flag-bearing-man, just to get lunch. not to mention those little school monsters err kids who screamed and rushed everywhere even though their teachers told them to stay in the line.

and then i remembered that oh, this is the Twin Towers, and if i'm not mistaken still the tallest twin towers in the world. and then i smiled.

oh well...

i wonder if the ants in my kitchen can either (1) fly, or (2) swim.

like, seriously..

i placed my water jug on a tray and i filled water on the tray so that normal semuts wont be able to commit suicide in my water.

but nooo...

THEY ARE STILL TWO OR THREE ANTS IN THE WATER!!!

and this is not a one time occurence k. i've found them in there more than three times already.

now tell me HOW in the world could they cross the pool of water in the tray into the jug??

pls do tell me how.