The Most Fullfilling New Year Ever - Part 1

Wow its now 3 nights into the New Year and the first time in the past dew days that I had a good rest. Slept at 3pm and woke up just about 8-ish. Well there goes a good night sleep! So I thought hey! why don't I finally do what I've been meaning to do but keep putting it off? Yeah, blog. I always want to write something but am afraid of coming off lackluster. Putting my inhibitions aside, I wanna tell you just how fulfilling my new year was.

This year I didn't go out and get drunk. This year I didn't party like a rockstar. This year I didn't countdown with my best friends. This year I didn't see no fire works display.

This year it was about family.

As boring and solemn that may sound, it was indeed far from that. You see, 10 years ago when we ushered in the new millennium we had had a rooftop party at my parents old house over looking the KL city scape. The highlight of that party was a time capsule. Yes thats right, at the strike of 12, january 1, 2000 we put in notes in a little bottle, sealed it and kept it guarded for 10 years.

We promised to have another party 10 years after to open the capsule and reveal it contents. In it were dreams. In it were aspirations. In it were hopes and goals. Would we have reached them in 10 years? 1 January, 2010 would hold the answer to that question.

BOLD NEW Frontier - that was the theme of our time capsule revelation party.The theme was about looking forward, embracing change and about simply being brave and out of the box.

Oh and might add that it was a costume party! My aunts n uncles were so sporting to go all out to get into character as well. Kudos for that.

Our time caspule was placed in here. Thanks to uncle Mohan's special effects.

Mom unaware we snapped a photo pf her at TESCO. We tried to talk her into coming as a school girl. We told the sales girl it was for her daughter that was the exact same size and height as her. hihi. Don't know if she bought it tho. But mom didn't buy the pinafore for sure.

Instead she came as an Arabian Dancer - Her costume was homemade by the way. Here is Aunty Gnanam as an Egyptian Queen.

Pirate Sujen with another homemade number and Shalny as an English Lady

The Pirate and the Geek - Sujen and Ian think that mine cant be a considered a costume cos I am a geek =p

Cowgirl and Captain Crook =p

Prince Ian and Robin

Uncle Mohan@Gladiator striking a pose at the photo wall

Pops as a Hip Hopper

Keashaav the little Zebra

The all of us

Hawaiian Girl happy to be held captive by the Cowgirl?

Promo as a Sharman and Vino as Queen Amidala

We divided into 3 groups - each with fairly even number of people from all age groups. The first game was a sketch. We were given 15 mins to discuss and 5 mins to perform. Then we played win lose or draw and charades while we feasted on lotsa of different items of food. There was Meehoon goreng, popiah, papaya n mango salad, roast chicken, rojak, pasta carbonara n blognese, potato n shrimp sausage salad, nasi dagang, pudding, jelly, chocolate cake and Im sure there was more that I missed out. You would also notice that the common indian dishes like mutton curry n chicken curry etc is not in the list...that's cos just like the Out of The Norm theme of dressing, the food followed suite.

I was a bit nervous when the time to Unveil the Capsule and its content's came. I couldn't remember what I had wrote 10 years ago. What if it was a dream that I never achieved? As I waited for my paper to come up I listened to others read out what they had put down on paper. Some were ambitions some were hopes, some were met and some not. Some were in progress and some were changed along the years.

Finally it was my turn :
"Wow im 26 now. It has been 10 years already. I hope everyone is doing good. Peace Ya'll."
then in a little box i wrote:
"I love mum and pops and everyone"

LOL. I guess at 16 i was just a simpleton =p

The night ended with us writing another note and stuffing it the little bottle and this time there were more notes cos the family had extended with the additions of brothers in laws and younger cousins and a nephew. We havent decided if we wana open it in another 5 years or 10 years but this time my note was very much longer.

What can I say but we had a blast of a night.

its all about the Pussy in The Philipines...

Heluw

We just recently got back from our island escapade in Boracay, Philippines. Tho the tittle may have mislead you a wee bit its not totally off tangent either. Here are some funny things we saw that got us ROTFLOAO! Enjoy

.................a Soup consisting the innards and probably 'outards' of a familiar domesticated animal (I found it weird that you dont see many (any) cats and dogs running around freely there like in Malaysia. Hrmm you do the math! haha)

.....as opposed to a dead one?.......and at 220Peso/kg?


I think it means this:

Pantat Hidup - 22/kg
Saya Mahu - 270/kg
ABodo SAngat GATAl - 300/kg

From Geisha to Galiano

Bibo n muah

Cover Story: Double standards the fashion?

NST

Cover Story: Double standards the fashion?
2009/11/03
ZUHAILA SEDEK

Is there any truth to the grouse that foreign models are taking over jobs from local ones in the country? ZUHAILA SEDEK speaks to those in the industry.

THE Malaysian fashion scenario today is such that modelling may promise glamour, but it seems the limelight is not so easily won if you are not Caucasian.

Many feel that there are too many foreign models on the runways, depriving locals of the chance to prove their worth.

And it’s not for the lack of local talents. From way back in the ‘70s right until recently, we’ve produced many credible catwalk queens.

(Datin) Adib Yasmin, Juriah Jamil, Shasha, Shigim, Nik Marini, Yvonne Blake, Yvonne Gabriel and Christine Lim were among those who had carved a niche for themselves in the industry at the time when local models were most appreciated.

The scene today, however, is not like what it was those days. Names such as Nasha Aziz, Tengku Azura, Tinie, Anita Aziz and Amber Chia still rule the catwalk but some of them have been around for about 10 years.

Read more

The part I paling tak tahan in this article........
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" Nineteen-year-old Annabelle hopes Malaysians won’t create a fuss about the presence of foreign models here. “I really need this job. My family in Uzbekistan is poor. I’m glad to be given the opportunity to work. If you were to take this away from me, my family and I would be in trouble. "

I just have to say one thing....Habistu kalau aku makan rumput takpe ke? Man... why dont my parents just invite a begger to my house and I'll sleep outside... you can sleep on my bed, eat my food and wear my clothes while you are at it. After all, if I take that away from you, you will be poor again. Boo Hoo. So yeah its ok that my own parents threw me out. Its ok cos you think I will survive somehow even though Im not blue-eyed and fair skinned. And its ok that I actually have more poise then you. If my own parents don't want me Im sure it will just make me a stronger person right? Maybe I shall save my money and buy my parents a freaking mirror.....

Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all? Well one thing for sure my parents face will definately NOT appear cos thier are far from fair, they are very dark :

They are unfair in treatment as

Thier thoughts are darkened

Yeah it might sound a little too harsh coming from me but enough is enough. The industry is seriously like an evil step mother. In other words its a like that thing that rhymes with 'itch' and its not switch or pitch.

Tolong laaaaaaaaaaa!

Fashion Week - Pavillion - nothing fancy - no pictures - speedy typing

So like its Malaysia International Fashion Week again but this time is different cos I didn't get called by the agency to sashay down the runway (or rumour has it a flight of stairs; its held in Pavillion this year and the models would be strutting down stairs). Of course I expected to be called, I did MIF-W ever since I started this career! So naturally when I didn't get the call i was a bit mentally and emotionally agitated and questioned myself 'why?'

But I got a call from a designer, Fie his name, a designer from Singapore ( I sound like Yoda?), he asked me if I would walk down the catwalk in his outfits along side Tengku Azura. I was shocked, being put on a pedestal alongside my idol is a big honour. I humbly except his offer and we arrange for a fitting session and showed me drafts of his design and the material. This was really different as usually when you get booked by the agency you just have a mass fitting session where u wear anything you get, no one has time to discuss with you about how you would be the best person to pull it off. I really like his draft design...all black, lace, jacket, pants, killler shoes, very strong look.

So there I was assured that eventhough I wouldn't be part of the agency models, my presence would be felt there as an invited model. Yeay I get to go to Mifa afterall!

Then around the same period of time another designer...my ex student who is still in his final year told me that he would be showcasing his designs and mind you not in the student category! He is doing mens wear and he told me he would give me invites to watch his show. I was so excited that I would get to see his creations, afterall which teacher wouldn't? Well I may not have thought him fashion but I believe I did have a hand in some way or rather during his first year (or I hope to?hahaha) after all i did teach Creative Studies!

So yesterday we arranged to meet at his workshop (where they were busy doing pricing) to collect the tickets. He suddenly asked me if I would rather be on stage then watch. I was like "Er....anything" the lack of enthusiasm is not cos I was not interested. I was caught by surprise and I had been planning on what to wear to the show all this week! And this was menswear! "please jay, can u try this on, i wana see how it looks on you, its not really manly stuff, its like can be men or women, i thought of showing that" and it appears that he would be using celebrities at the end...Im like yeay! but Im not a celebrity! But them on anyway and they look jes great! Simply fabulously androgenous outfits. So like you can buy it as a gift for you man and you could wear it too! haha. oh btw...his stage name is MadMub which translates to AhMad Mubaraq! Geez i thought it was cos he was Mad like the Mad hatter!

I thought it was just that but now I have another show which would be my first show tommorow. Not to sure what or whose garment Im wearing but the stylist is the talented ever young cutie Cris Yong. He told me the call time is 5am! "What? 5am? how many shows?" then he replied.."Ok 6am then, the make up very drama la". It's gona be awesome I'm sure! All I need to do now is find my camera charger! DAMITTTTTTTT

Istimewa buat Hanis Zalikha

Semasa tengah dok lepak sebelah suami tengok tv kat Sungai Petani, Kedah...

Kring kring.

Itchy: Yo wassup?

Scratchy: Jay! I want to ask you something.

Itchy: Okay ask lah.

Scratchy: You know that thing you wear on your forehead right?

Itchy: Which one?

Scratchy: Ala I dont know, I think it's called Nande.

Itchy: That's Bindi. Or Pottu in Tamil.

Scratchy: Then what the hell is Nande?

Itchy: I dont know lah you Malays.

Scratchy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry sorry. Ohh Bindi.

Itchy: Untuk assignment eh?

Scratchy: What is it for? Is it religion or culture?

(Itchy lowers the phone and asks hubby and aunty - a small debate arises in the living room,

hoohaahoohaaa, scratchy is giggling on the other side)

Itchy: If u ask me I think its cultural but then again they say that its to mark the third eye.

Scratchy: So its religion or culture? bole ke pakai?

Itchy: bole je.. ala know u know the term go Google it la. Pottu or Bindhi k? not NANDE!

Tip: When u buy pottu, look for this kinda pack. Its cheaper then buying single ones and trust me sometimes the price is so ridiculously expensive!)

menggayakan pottu a.k.a bindhi semasa pertunangan

Ok sebenarnyer nak explain ni. The closest sounding word to Nande is actually Ketam a.k.a Crab. So tak mungkin la ader ketam kat dahi. And don't ask me why people in Malaysia call it that.

kecik kecik da pandai posing kan? Tapi ader orang tu cakap yang I nampak cam that alien from Toy Story 2

"Hello, Im abszie "




Dibawah ni adalah pendapat saya bagaimana wujudnya perkataan 'Nande'. Sila baca dan bagi komen =)

(Sometime long ago - zaman datuk nenek gitu)

Nenek Scratchy: Hey ape tu kat dahi ko?

Nenek Itchy: Ha? dahi? apa tahi tahi?

Nenek Scratchy: Bukanlaaaa, DAH-e.

Nenek Itchy: Oh itu dhal ka? Kawan! itu ah .... macamana mau cakap ah?. Itu sangat special la. Itu nande. Nande teriyuma? Dhal kulla Nande potta rombe syioka irukkum!

Nenek Scratchy: Ape ko merepek ni aku tak faham la!

Nenek Itchy: Aku cakap ah itu Nande Dhalcha syiok la kawan.

Nenek Scratchy: er... ok. So Nande eh?

Nenek Itchy: Yalah! Aku cakap lama lama ni ko takda dengar ka? nande la!

Maka tersebarla ke seluruh Malaysia yang bende kat dahi itu namanya 'Nande'. Klik sini

-p.e.a.c.e-

Tempat: Envie Club
Waktu: Some ungodly hour (ala time time kutu embun suke merayau tu)

Abs: (Sambil melihat gelagat si mamat ni yang berkaca mata hitam bukak 'move' kat lantai tarian atau lebih dikenali sebagai dance floor)White guys dance funny..
Sasi: White guys have money...
Hey! I rhymed.(chewah chewah hebatnyer dier!)
You know when I was in Thailand I was like a white guy? (kawan I ni is obviously Indian)
Abs: You danced funny?
Sasi: No! Cos youre a foreigner they think you got a lotta money. So I mean I was Like a White guy to them. (lepas tu conversation berikut takleh nak citer sebab ini blog rating 'U' hehe)

Saya taK racist tau cuma nak share lawak jer. Kalo tak lawak sorry la, kalo lawak gelak la, kalo tak paham ...er maknanye lawak yg tak jadi. Tapi masa tu sumpah klakar. Hidup kempen 1M. Kalo tak tau kempen 1M shoot yourself please! Eh I mean only if u r Malaysian. Ok gile boring dan poyo post ni. takde modal jes feel like typing stuff.

Yawn. goodnoight x0x0x0x0x0