Of Flaming Lamborghini and Black Russian

And luckily I did not use plurals to describe them both. Or I would have died from an alcohol overdose. HAHAHAHA - okay, not funny actually. Ahem.

Yesterday, 5th of March, 2 days post-birthday: Colleagues JA, Ivn, Rchd, LJS and CK conspired to intoxicate me to the extent I start dancing on poles. KR was designated 'drive P-chan home once she is drunk'.

BUT ahaha. I did not dance on poles. In fact, I am frickin' good at drinking. I WAS drunk, yes, make no mistake. And I did puke, yes, make no mistake.

BUT I WAS IN CONTROL. Muahahahaha.

So now I sit before my laptop, feeling kinda heady and giddy and sleepy. As I sms-ed my colleague, I am no worse for wear - the hangover is not so much a hangover as it is a kind of loopy feeling. Which is kind of unpleasant but not unbearable.

BUT by God's good name. NEVER AGAIN. I solemnly vow to not touch beer for AT LEAST A MONTH. Serious. I've had enough alcohol to last me for at least ten years.

So here is what happened. (Pictures are terrible, but it was very dark.)

7+ in the evening:

L-R: Rchd, CK, Ivn, JA. Best colleagues ever. (out of pic is JA's BF)

Arrive at Library, Cineleisure, found a nice seat and yes, witness the beer glasses. Lol. It was bright and sunshiney and the beer was already flowing. But beer is beer right, so it's okay for me. I can handle two pints easy. So we are drinking and I am feeling all warm and fuzzy and happy right.

Then night-time came. And LJ showed up. Yeah, by then I was kinda gone so, no pics, sorry. Haha.

The scenery in Library at night. That's all I managed to capture before the Flaming Lamborghini came.

Ahhh where do I begin with the Flaming Lamborghini? How about the recipe? The ingredients are a combination of blue curacao, coffee liqueur (Bailey's and Kahlua's) and erm, yeah. It doesn't sound too bad, but drinking THAT was an adventure in itself.

What happens is the blue curacao is lighted up and goes up in flames. Then they pour the blue liquid through a chute of sorts, and into a small shot of Kahlua's and Bailey's at the end. Once the coffee liqueur has flames on it's surface, you drink it through a straw, all in one gulp.

Goddamn delicious. Hur hur hur. Really, really nice because I love Bailey's. (In other circumstances that would have sounded dirty.)

So that wasn't so bad. Have had already 5 glasses (small) of beer and feeling supremely woozy. World was all fuzzy, glasses came off (so I don't break it) and face was hot as heck. Things were suddenly really, really niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

I was talking a fair bit of crap too. Can't remember what I said but judging from the delighted faces of my colleagues, it must have been awesome blackmail material.

And so there I was, singing off-key, swaying to the music (I was swaying anyway from the alcohol) and having shit-loads of fun.

Then the Black Russian came. He took the rest of me to the toilet. In a good way. (Yeah, that sounds dirty NOW.)

But make no mistake. It was DAMN tasty too. (At this point, JA kidnapped my phone to update my Twitter in a most drunken manner, IT WASN'T ME.)

The Black Russian was courtesy of Adrn, JA's BF, who told me that he would be deeply offended if I did not down the whole glass. So I did. Because you musn't offend people.

So I did.

In it is a mix of coffee liqueur and vodka. Yeap. VODKA. The Russian H2O. Super nice.

And it was Mr. Black Russian who had me at the loo, twice, puking my guts out. But despite all that, I was still cracking jokes. Ask KR and JA if you don't believe me. I RAWK.

Beer count by then 6 glasses. I think.

SO the equation last night was:

1 Flaming Lamborghini + 1 Black Russian + 6 beers + (4 x puking) = ONE HECKUVA AWESOME BIRTHDAY.

THANK YOU THANK YOU to all. I shall remember this birthday for the rest of my life.

AND MOST OF ALL to KR; who brought me home safe and sound.

And now I shall leave everyone who knows me with their jaws hanging at my drunken behaviour. Sorry guys. Work has devoured the goody-two-shoe Whales you know.

In her place is a not-so-good Whales who, finally, has learnt to have some adult fun.

(GEEZ that is the dirtiest, I am signing off now. BYE)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEEMBIE!

And yes, it has to be all caps too. Hahaha. On the title summore. Hur hur.

Yeap, so yesterday wuz my Birthday. Today also my birthday. YES, FOLKS, I WAS BORN TWICE! SUCH IS MY AWESOME-NESS.

No la. I wasn't born twice. I just discovered Jesus.

*halo settles upon brow, angels singing choirs in background*

It's my birthday post okay so I'll blog what I want to. Take that. Muahaha.

All stupid lame jokes aside, my birthday this year was a phenomenal success which left me feeling thoroughly loved. For that, the biggest shout out has to go to the people who made it possible!

DRUMROLL! *in no particular order*

To colleague JA, she went with Mr.H to buy me a cake; Chocolate Indulgence from Secret Recipe summore. And took/posted pics of me on FB with cake covering my teeth. XD.

That's intern RD's hands, polishing off the cake. This pic is of the remnants of the cake. Hur hur.

To Mr. H; who makes my job SUPERCALLIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS. ^^,

To Dzmn; who gave me my first DESIGNER notebook, from Kenzo, it is indeed lovely.

To ALL MY FRIENDS; who posted, commented and Facebook-ed (and blog-wished) me Happy Birthday. 8am in the morning and sudah ada 7 bday wishes. A special shout out to LM, who wished me possibly the BESTest and FUNNIEST b-day wish ever!

(verbatim from her sms: Happy Birthday pauline! May God bless u wif love, laughter n health dis year. of cos, may The Way of the Zombies lead u to glory. Ahem, now go n weed d Garden of Lurching Blossoms.)

Like I said, best Bday wish ever.

To my Family: who are the people I love the most in this friggin' world.

Special shout-out to Dino, who cooked up a storm consisting of red bean soup, pasta, and stew ala Dino.

Also to sis, who bought me two lovely bracelets, and to MOMMY, who cleaned up after a massive cookout by Dino. That is a GREAT gift okay. Cleaning up after Dino is like tackling the aftermath of a stampede, except this stampede also involves eggs and milk and flour in all combinations.

And to my Big Bro; who called me at 7pm to ask: "OI. What Book You Want?" Best gift ever. I love getting books as gifts (hint hint hint).

Below is the Bday prez haul for 2010. Hur hur.

Right: Kenzo notebook from Dzmn, left: Bro's gift of Sunset.

Sis's bracelet gift. Wearing the one on the left now.

Sigh. I happy.

Alice in Friggin' Wonderland

Now, it may seem impossible that your industry be giving you Bday gifts, but my industry does. Being a Journo means GETTING TO SEE ALICE IN WONDERLAND in 3D for FREE BEFORE EVERYBODY ELSE.

And you know what's even better? I still am young and naive enough to get BLOODY excited over such things. Oh, and a TEA PARTY, of course!

Yes, it's Johnny!

The food was all AIW-themed too.

And that includes the waiter. He had an accent too!

The queen holds court.

More food

The entire pre-screening party was held at the Melium Galleria, Suria KLCC. It was nice, turnout was major BIG.

Now, we turn to the movie ITSELF.

Which, since I saw it in glorious 3D, was just plain friggin' beautiful. I shall rest my case here, I don't want to spoil it for anyone. If you're curious, go read a review on it in the No. 1 Youth Paper called Malaysian Today. Hur, hur hur hur. The review very good one. Great writing style. I know the writer personally.

Hur, hur, hur, hur.

So thanks again everyone, and I end here. Boss walking up and down and it is no longer safe to continue blogging.

Goodbye!

Bunny go Popcorn

A weird bunny-shaped popcorn to start your day; me and sis at the movies for 'Percy Jackson and the Guy Who Stole Zeus' Thunder But I Don't Care Because Poseidon is Hotter'. Yeah. Sorry its so blur. My sis' hands kenot keep still one.

Anyhows, so I am not asleep, it's late. So the update gonna be brief, with some pictures for your entertainment.

More flowers, also with the handphone camera. Discovered that the camera is only very adequate. But ah well. It never boasted camera prowess so never mind.

One more Lucky picture. He is getting incredibly fat. Or, at least, much fatter than before. Maya is still, I report, not happy. And getting wounds and sores. I am terribly worried. Need to buy disinfecting cream.

So okay I am going to be very busy this next week - but friends, family, colleague, random stranger reading this and thinking WTF - I am always free for some socialising. I think I just discovered how fun it is to go out, have a drink, talk about everything and nothing with a group of friends.

I think I like being an adult.

So till next post, byeeeeee.

Being Hardworking Does Not Pay

But you didn't read that.

Rain outside started at 6pm, JUST AS I WANTED TO LEAVE. The sun was fierce at 5.30pm, but lo! behold! it was a trick. The rain that now traps me inside office is fiercer, and lashes against the windows.... urm, fiercely.

(I HAVEN'T HAD DINNER SO MY VOCABULARY DIED OKAY? DON'T JUDGE ME)

I am afraid it will go on till later, much later.

But since I am here, with nothing else to do, I shall blog.

What shall I blog about?

Oh I don't know. How does a meme sound? And a few videos of some seriously funny shit? Good? Bad? You don't care because you don't read my nonsensical blog posts anyway, and just skip to cute dog pictures?

(of Lucky, especially, because he is now the friskiest, lickiest, stupidest mutt ever?)

Okay.

NAH.

OKAY so I haven't been updating so much

... about anything else BUT Lucky. Can't help it. This is my first step to my Destiny.

For the uninitiated, I am destined to be an eccentric (and hopefully rich) writer with six dogs and a dusty mansion filled with rare books.

*moment of pure bliss*

I simply cannot imagine a couple of kids running around and messing with my books. Maybe if you ask me a few years down the road I may change my mind but for now I rather think I would like six dogs and a dusty mansion-full of books. And the dogs can be mongrels or not; a Jack Russell terrier may be nice but mongrels are fine.

On a side note, a conversation with new intern R and colleague KR made me notice how utterly boring I actually am. My hobbies, after all, are reading, writing, cooking, baking and (yes, sorry, I know) cross-stitching (I don't too much of that no more cuz' I ain't got time).

KR says I am going to make a man a good wife someday but I rather think men don't want wives who happen to be nearly 6 feet tall and have brains of addled old hunting dogs with generally sunny dispositions.

For Chinese boys I think they prefer the delicate Chinese rose with pale skin and long straight hair and with a gentle voice that is never raised when they get excited or happy. Don't think they like the large, tall, loud writer who talks too much and won't admit she's a bit of a romantic. (Oh bugger I just did.)

I think I will wait for my Mr. Right - who, by the way, I envision will love me, just the way I am: height, disposition, odd habits and all. He will look, quite by accident, a little bit like Johnny Depp but that's not a necessity. Hur hur.

I think I just want someone who will see me as is, and like me for it. I know a guy like that - but Fate is also best friends with Irony and so.... (never mind)

Okay so a very long side note. I am distracted easily. ANywaYYYY.

So work is hectic, fun, non-hectic, non-fun, scary, exciting, boring, incredible and amazing all at the same time. I think it can be summed to one word:

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

I think that's how it's spelt. It means exactly what it says. ^^,

Also, I am experiencing that wonderful thing called Freedom for the first time in my life. I can go where I please and do what I please now that my parents have decided I am old enough to not get into trouble but am young enough to get a BIG kick out of having clean fun with friends.

Yeah, so I am not increasing my chances with eligible, nice, single male readers of my blog if I mentioned I am a very naive and cloistered sort of person. I like to believe the best in people. An old NS friend once accused me of being 'lurus bendul' in a very exasperated sort of way.

But give me time okay! I promise I will get in trouble and be exciting and mysterious and sexy (HAHAHAHAHAHA) and all that good, guy-attracting stuff!

*writes down in notebook under How To Be Exciting*

(you're thinking: WTF she has to WRITE DOWN how to be exciting???!! Eh, I write down everything. Journalist mah.)

Okay, so now I am about to ruin my own work-rep. (You know who you are! XP) But if you can't be honest in your blog then where else?

(Oh actually..... on second thought.... HOW ABOUT OTHER PLACES BESIDES THE WWW?)

I have always secretly suspected I have issues. It's been proven.

I think I am going to shut it now.

Goodbye.

Lucky, Baking and Competent Cameras

Allow me to delight you and amaze you with a picture of Lucky. He is now, I happily report, fatter than ever (haha, which is not much, seeing he was really a bag of bones before) and extremely affectionate. He does, however, have abandonment issues, as is witnessed by his over-exuberance at being petted and paid attention to. And his howling when we go out la.

He is admittedly a handful - still not getting along with Maya, who, I unhappily report, still tries to exert control over him, and ending up with a wound on her bushy tail as a result. Dumb mutt.

But in all aspects, he is a good dog. Not much noise, very disciplined (never poops in the house) and very very loving. Still trying to claw our faces off with love and affection, unfortunately, seeing that he's paw reach up to my chest. MY chest. Friggin' long legs.

(like owner, hur hur hur hur)

Ah, and here, we have a picture taken by my 3.2 mp Nokia 5530; very competent indeed. A simple flower taken outside of Grandpa's home in PJ. Yes, my hometown is PJ. I am a KL girl so CNY for me is all quiet streets. Kthxbye.

Anyhows, tis' a quick update really. Oh, and I've been baking like mad. Butter cookies, butter cake, marble cake and a semi-successful cotton cheesecake. Rawr. I'll get even soon!

Yeah ok I have to go cook/prepare/fry fattening foods now.

Bye.

Aiyo Lucky! Lucky! OI LUCKY AAAAARGH NO.

Hello everyone!

My name is still Lucky, and yes, my owner is still a sucker. I've put on some weight (though my ribs are still showing) and I am friskier than ever! Two weeks now, hehe. They are too attached to me to let me go! Ah, life is good. Please. Feel free to 'awwww' at my floppy ear.

Yeah so there is Lucky, still thin, but now part of the family. He has begun to show Maya who is boss, too, and doing some very sexual non-sexual things on her.

Y'know. Like pawing her and biting her neck and jumping on her and stuff. But Maya is a bona fide diva, so she couldn't be bothered with a ragamuffin like him. But yeah. He's adjusting nicely to life with the Wongs; though the same could not be said for the Wongs, who, with the exception of one Wong, is still adjusting to having him paw on them when they leave the house.

Or taking him out so he can take the Browns to the SuperGrass or when he needs a feeding. Which he does. Several times a day.

But he is uber frisky, uber active and supremely pleased with himself. I also suspect he adores me quite a bit - so far I am the only one he will rush to when I call him. I think I am uncomfortable with such love. Maya doesn't love me half as much (she loves my sis more, because my sis feeds her and I, well, BATHE her) and if you think it's ridiculous dogs can pilih kasih then you are clearly wrong because dogs have favorites, just like human beings. So there.

Anyway so yeah. He's busy tripping me over and yanking the chain when I take him out for walks so he's a handful. Really, REALLY deep, forceful bark though. You'd expect that bark to come out of a vicious dog like Bra-man's Kane rather than on a skinny mongrel with a sissy name like Lucky.

AND! He's got this adorable floppy ear. I think I died a little over that ear. Damn cute.

Gong Xi Gong Xi: GODDAMIT ENUFF WITH THE CHINESE BEAT- BOXING ALREADY

In the words of Douglas Lim, I HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC. No offense to those of you who DO like it.

But if you're here at my blog, then you're here because you

(a) read my blog because you have no life

(b) are a friend of mine and thus, read my blog because you have no life (or else you'd be friends with people like D.Lim and D. Iking and all the cool D.s of the world)

(c) share my same beliefs and values and thus, am a friend of mine and thus,

HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC (too).

All that 'tong tong chang' is driving me crazy. If I never hear another 'gong xi' again it will be too soon. Slowly, but surely, I will go stark raving mad from the repetitious, annoying, ingratiating and dulcet tunes of the perpetually festive. Especially the ones they play in shopping malls.

And the worse part is, there is no appropriate pooh-pooh statement for it. Not like Xmas, when you can say Bah, Humbug. But for CNY? What are you going to say?

'Bah...ahh...Pak Choy?"

Nope. Not quite the same.

Yeah so that aside, CNY preps are coming along like a fish in water, or like Lucky on antibiotics. The ingredients for the baked goods are bought, ready to be turned into delicious (though slightly limited) varieties of cookies, cakes and erm, cookies.

So there is saving my mom some money on cookies. ^^, And with waaay better ingredients than what a factory processed bunch of cookies have. At least I use proper vanilla extract, and not vanilla FLAVOURING! (disgusting!). And butter, not, erm, fake cow's stuff. Okay so wrong I shut up now.

Anyhoos.

Here is some festive CNY cheer.

TIGER DANCE! (not the Thai kind. And certainly not the kind with FLESH exposed)

The poor guy being frightened is a member of the events management company that we share an office with.

Rawr. Er. Meow. Er. Oh f-it. Let's just be cute and be done with.

Tiger Dance in the office. Hur hur. Apparently sponsored by Tiger Beer (figures) and cans of Tiger beer was supposed to be downstairs also. But I wouldn't know anything about that, no.

*swig swig*

Ahem.

But that's all for now, folks. I AM looking forward to CNY, despite my grumpiness, and I hope this year will be a good one!