New B*tch

I was standing in front of my gate when I saw a head hiding behind my car popping out sideways. I was only away from home for three days! THREE DAYS! And I have a new addition to my family...



My daddy adopted a new bitch female dog!

A new pet of course comes with a new name. I was on the phone with Bean asking him what suggestions he could think off.

Bean: Ermmm... What about Pat?
Me: Don't want lar... Sounds like pet pet!

Bean: Then ar... Kat lar...
Me: Huh? She's a dog. NOT a cat!!!!

Bean: Fish??
Me: Stop naming every animal on Earth!!

Bean: Okay... okay... I know! Kit Ling!!!
Me: WHAT???? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I'M A B*TCH????!!!!!!

P/S: My mummy named her as 'Gigi'.

Off To An Island

Sun, Beach and Bean.

Bliss...

Oily? Radiant?

Bean: Why your skin looks oily-oily one?
Me: *smack*
Bean: What??
Me: Is RADIANT!
Bean: Okayyyyyy..... Fineeeee!

Men and vocabulary. *Tsk* *Tsk*

How To Pump Air Into A Tyre?

Hmmm... the tyre was pretty out of air. I never pumped air into my car tyres before. It has always been my daddy who does it for me. Well, I did drive the car to the petrol station this time and pumped the air into the tyre by myself! Actually I wanted to avoid my dad scolding, "You ar... never take care of your car!". To be honest... I don't even wash my car. =P

I am not too sure I did it the right way.

This was what I did.

1) Checked that the rear tyre needs 220kPa. There is usually a label stuck at the side of the panel next to the driver's seat that you could see after you open the door!

2) Plus and minus sign on that air pump machine. I pushed the (+) sign till it reaches 220kPa.

3) Unscrewed the tiny cap of the tyre's pin.

4) Pushed the air pump pin into the tyre's pin.

5) Suddenly the pressure of the air pump dropped till 60kPa. Errrr... Don't care and continued pushing the air pump pin.

6) *ting* *ting* *ting* The indicator of the air pump machine blinking at 220kPa. I assumed it meant that the tyre is at the right pressure?

7) Screwed back the tiny cap.

8) Drove off.

Did I do it the right way??

Whatever lar... The tyre isn't flat now and the car is still moving. Daddy not complaining too!

Mission accomplished!

Wing Rush

By chance I was there to take some sauces but as I saw the tray approaching, I innocently reached out for a plate intending to walk over to fetch a few pieces. I could hear the intensity of the screeches of the chair rising back of my ear. As I turn my head to look up, a huge crowd was charging towards the tray. Millions of hands were pawing at each other not giving a single sense of sympathy. Their claws were all out! Their eyes were burning with fire! I did not dare to move a millimetre. I was shocked! I was stunned! I was petrified! I could not freaking believe what I was witnessing in front of my eyes. In a split second, the tray was emptied.

I was told about this. But I wasn't told it was till this extent!

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FOR THIS????!!!! Someone slap me and bring me back to reality! SLAP ME PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The irony about this was those chicken wings did not taste superbly great!

On the second round there were people who actually stood there for fifteen minutes WITH PLATES waiting for the chicken wings! But I swear to God nothing beats my man.

The chicken wings came out fresh from the kitchen and everybody was once again ho-ha over it. Once again jumping out from their seats. Once again rushing towards it. Once again grabbing the chicken wings as though there was no tomorrow. My Bean was so in style, he was STROLLING across the other end of the room to the far left whereas everybody else was running! *roll eyes* He still had time to look back at me giving me the 'do-you-want-it?' look. Not only that... he still had time to give me back another 'okay-I-will-get-it-for-you-since-you-want-it' look. So there he was strolling across the room with NO plate in his hand. Everybody else had a plate readied! He slumberly took a plate and STILL managed to grab two pieces! Oh... and his actual intention was to get some ice cream at the other end of the room!

I super damn char dou lor!

The people sitting next to our table did not even manage to grab a piece eventhough they jumped out from the seat and rushed to the tray! The next round they stood there way earlier bringing their plates and own scoops along!

After:




Before:


Seriously!

"Great" system

Me: Can you help me check if the heels are available in other outlets?
Sales assistant: Okay... I will check with the computer first.
Me: Thanks!
Sales assistant: Which outlet you want to reserve your heels?
Me: Errr... Mid Valley?
Sales assistant: Okay... I call Mid Valley outlet to check if it has the heels.
Me: Sure
Sales assistant: Please wait a while for the Mid Valley outlet to call back to confirm.
Me: Okay...

(after five minutes, the phone rang...)

Sales assistant: Mid Valley outlet has the heels. Do you want it?
Me: Yup!
Sales assistant: Okay... I call again to reserve the heels.

OMG!!! To reserve a pair of heels, three calls need to be made!

This whole process repeated again for:
a)my pair of heels in Mid Valley outlet
b)my housemate's pair of heels in Mid Valley outlet
c)my housemate's pair of heels in KLCC outlet
d)my housemate's pair of heels in Jusco, Maluri outlet
e)my housemate's pair of heels in MY SIZE in Mid Valley outlet

I think we spent half an hour just to reserve the heels!

Blame the Sungei Wang outlet for having so little stock. Blame the computer for showing incorrect information about the number of stock available in other outlet. Blame the bad system that the shoe shop was having. They should have the interlink whatever internet whatever system that I don't know off that can just check or reserve heels by clicking a few buttons on the computer.

So is purely not our fault that we caused so much mafan for the sales assistant to call here and there and everywhere. =D But I totally agree that the sales assistant deserved a pat on his back for being so patient and dedicated to his job.

Guess what... after all the trouble...

I did not buy the heels!

The Historical Land

Our very first romantic getaway started off with Mc Donalds drive thru morning brekkie. I love to start my vacations, holidays or trips with McDs sausage Mcmuffin. No idea why. Just love it.



Before we even reached Malacca I demanded to visit the A Famosa. And out of all the reaction I was expecting from Bean, I never expected such reaction. He gave me the HUH?-are-you-serious-you-want-to-visit-that-place-? look with the eyes popping out! Geez... aren't people suppose to do tourist-y thingy when they are on a trip? I was a tourist! It fit perfect sense that I wanted to visit a tourist spot! Right??? Anyhow I kept firm with my decision of visiting that place! I want to take pictures!!!!

Me: (we were passing the church) Aren't A Famosa next to that red colour church?
Bean: I remember is somewhere here!

We drove past the red colour church (Stadthuys or something...). We turned a million right turns and left turns. We passed Jonker Street two times. And... we were lost. In MALACCA. The traffic was horrible. The road signs were horrible for sure.

After one and a half hour, we were back on the EXACT SAME FREAKING ROAD one and a half hour ago! *smacks head* The freaking huge piece of stone (A Famosa) was indeed next to that red colour church that we passed by one and a half hour ago!! *double smacks head*

Finally...


What is the next tourist-y thingy we did after that? NONE!

The remaining trip was practically nothing else other than eating.

Satay Babi (Pork Skewer)


Oh oh! This shop sells intestine skewers too! Yummy! I love everything about pork including the internal organs. Pork lover... that's me! =D



Cendol


Satay Celup (Satay Sauce 'Hot Pot')



Me: Ooooo... I love satay celup!
Bean: NOPE! You love SIHAM (clam) satay celup!
Me: *smack* *smack* *smack* Hehe... actually is quite true!
Bean: Then why you whack me for?
Me: =P

What Bean said is true. I love satay celup because of the clams not I love clams because of satay celup. I ate ten sticks of clam skewers all by myself. Overdosing myself with iodine!

Wan Tan Mee


Not the ordinary Wan Tan Mee because this one has chilli in it.

First romantic getaway seems more like a gastronomical trip. But I enjoyed every moment of it. Can't wait for our second romantic getaway!

P/S: Thanks Bean's friend for taking us around!

Who Is He To Me?

My daddy has a sister who has a son and her son who got married has a son. My daddy's sister's son is my cousin. What about my daddy's sister's son's son? How is my daddy's sister's son's son related to me?

Complicated? Let me bring a diagram in to get a clearer picture.



B4 = my daddy
B3 = my daddy's sister
C4 = my daddy's daughter who is ME
C3 = my daddy's sister's son who is MY COUSIN
D3 = my daddy's sister's son's son who is MY COUSIN'S SON

The question is... How are C4 and D3 related?

Me: My nephew achieved straight A's in PMR.
Bean: Your nephew?
Me: Yah... my daddy's sister's son's son
Bean: NOOOO! Your nephew is the son to your brother. He is your second cousin!
Me: NOOOO! He is my nephew! He is definitely not my second cousin!

Both of us were so bothered by it we went to a bookstore to search for a dictionary to check it out when we were suppose to go shopping. Dictionary and shopping. I forgo shopping. OMG! What was wrong with me? Wahaha...

Anyway... Bean was partially right.

nephew noun
a son of one's brother and sister

Okay... He won in that case. However, I was partially right too! He is not my second cousin!

Second cousin is the second generation below the level of sibling. With reference to the diagram above, D1 and D3 are second cousins. For example, my cousin's children and my children are second cousins.

My cousin and I are first cousins (C1-C4). We are 'first' because we are one generation below the level of sibling (B1-B6). Our children (D1-D3) are 'second' because they are two generation below the level of sibling (B1-B6)

So how are my cousin's son and I related? How are C4 and D3 related?

We are called...

"first cousins ONCE REMOVED"

I am serious! No joke.

The ' once removed' term means that one of the two relatives is one generation removed from being a first cousin with each other. My cousin's son and I (C4 and D3) are ONE generation difference. Hence, ONCE removed.

I find this term weird though. The term 'once removed' sounds as though I have been eliminated from the family and somehow found a way to slide in back to the family by marrying don't know who or something.

If everybody knew this... what would my cousin's son be calling me? AUNT first cousin once removed???

Errr... Its okay... Just call me 'che che' =D

P/S: For more related relationship terms, you can click here. It has an extensive of it.

An Unpleasant Date

Mum: I made the appointment for you.
Me: Emm.
Mum: You are going at 3.30pm.
Me: Okay...
Mum: The dentist's schedule is full for other days.

I hate dentist.
I hate to open my mouth so freaking wide.
I hate to wear that freaking napkin around my neck.
I hate that sucking my saliva tube thingy in my mouth.
I hate that drilling sound.... 'EeeeEeeeeEeeeeeeEEeEEEeeeEe'.

Just by walking through the door seeing that freaking dentist chair (I have no idea what is it called!) freaks me out. When I lie down that chair my muscles were so tense as though I had muscle spasm or something! GAhhhhh!

Dentist: Hmmm... You have a cavity here, here, here and here!
Me: (OMG!!! Where got so many?!!!!)
Dentist: I am going to use the local anaesthetic.

The dentist walked away for a moment and I took out my phone straight away to message Bean.

"OMG! OMG! She is going to jab me!"

I seriously did not like the idea of getting jabbed! Anyhow... she was quite nice 'trying' to distract my attention while jabbing me.

Dentist: I am using Lignocaine with the amide linkage instead of the ester linkage. There is also a little adrenaline to cause vasoconstriction to minimize bleeding. The size of the needle is 30 gauge.

Was I attending a lecture or what? =P

Half of my face is numb. My face is still numb right up to this point. Honestly. If someone is trying to wake me up by swinging the arm right across my left cheek, I WILL NOT wake up.

The whole drilling, poking, sucking, more drilling poking and sucking took half an hour. When I thought everything is done...

Dentist: You will have to come back another day to fill up the other two teeth on your right side.
Me: *faint*

I called Bean after leaving the place,

Me: Ello...
Bean: Apa macam?
Me: My face is numb... yadda yadda yadda yadda....
Me: Ok lar... I don't want to talk already. I sound like a RETARD!
Bean: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! (Hehe... this is a bit exaggerated... but he did laugh. Ok. Fine! Giggled!)

This date cost me a whooping RM375!

*pling plang* Heart very the pain now.

New Year Resolution

Bean: I made a New Year resolution today.
Me: Okay!
Bean: So what will your New Year resolution be?
Me: Err... Don't have.

Hmmm... I have one New Year resolution now. That is...

Make sure Bean keep up with his New Year resolution.

=P

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008! *wink*