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Hepi barfday to me
I am 21
*looks around, sniffs myself, pokes the love handles (yes, ma I got em already, heaven forbid) , looks at my newly dyed hair, looks at my fingers, reads her emails and eats the same walks the same. Any thunder and lightning? Nope. Any chorus of angels singing annoyingly by your ear? Nope. No massive alochol appearing in front of face with a massive key dangling above said alcohol with tons of presents and kisses and hugs that makes you cry? Nope, nope and nope.
Shucks, so this is being 21 is like...it's like nothing earth shattering. the world didn't stop (for lil old me) and the sun is still shining. Sigh...
heh
Sorry, I just got back from donating my blood and I wanted to see what would be the first thing going through my head and it seems thats it's nothing but nonsense. Sigh, and here I thought the sudden loss of blood would suddenlly turn me into an intellectual. I would be so smart that the world would cower in fear of my awesome brain powers.
Ok I just re-read what I wrote...I feel like hitting myself.
Damn, feeling thirsty I'll be right back
Sabah- There ain't no place like it.
I want to go home.
I just want to spend time with my family bickering and laughing about how old I am already and how wide I have gotten. I want to wake up to a hot morning where the sun is blinding and the air is filled with smog.
I want to go to the beach and enjoy the 15 minute ride getting there with my beat up pajero windows down and the hot balmy wind in my face while terrible Malaysian drivers honk at me and show me the finger.
I want to walk on the beach in the evening and laugh at the kwai lohs who are jogging there. The women without a proper bra and the men with ill fitting tights. I could see melons juggling with the bananas rocking.
I want to walk on the shores (but not swim) and pretend that a bengali song is playing and I walk around the baby coconut trees smiling to myself. I leave the beach soon after the sun sets cause no sane woman walks on the beach alone at night.
I want to drive up to higher ground and have car sickness as we go through the steady climb up to the National Park. Stopping at a mini zoo and wondering why some of the animals look so sad. The forest is green, wet green as if it's perpetually drizzling setting the tone of the journey, slow and easy.
I want to head up quickly to the park before the mist drops on us. The mist is like magic it comes and goes whenever it pleases. One minute your in the middle of a badly done up road and the next your enshrouded in mist, dirty white and thick.
I want to turn the head lights on, I can barely see a thing. I leave the window open and I can hear the leaves rustling as I drive on by, slowly in the mist. I sometimes think that beyond the mist is another world and if I'm lucky I might just stumble into it.
I want to get a drink of milo when we reach the park. Nothing special about the National Park in Sabah except for a spectacular (to die for ) view of the mountain and the within reach flora and fauna of what Sabah has to offer. Which is too much, too much beauty, too much tourism, too much tourism will increase building of necessities to accomadate the tourist, too much tourist means more focus of 'glamourizing Sabah' and less focus on 'keeping Sabah, Sabah'.
Did you know Sabah is called Land Below the Wind?
It is called so because neighbouring countries seem to encouter hurricanes and cyclones but Sabah only gets the tail of those giants. It is scary when this happens, trees look like they are going to divorce themselves from the ground and join the wind in its play. The roof feels like it's gonna go anytime soon and thunder comes about once in awhile to set the mood, all dark and creepy.
I want to drink teh tarik in a mamak but a sign of such storms is brewing, The tress are dancing too wildly and the twilight mood has changed to a menacing colour of grey and red.
I want to go home and get a bath only to realise my family are all at home with a nice birthday cake and singing Happy Birthday like they mean it.
panjang umur mu
panjang umur mu
panjang umur mu
serta mulia
serta muliiiiiiiiiiiiiiAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I want to day dream some more but I can't cause then I'd cry and make a blubbering fool of myself.
Till Then
edit# I just got this from Marc.......can't help not crying over it.Shites!
Opium
Last night B brought me to this swanky restaurant cum club for dinner. The place was posh with nice red seats and beautiful decor it had a dreamy rich ambience to it. B ordered steak while I ordered fish, the beef was great and the fish had an electic taste to it with the bean paste, and mango flavour giving it an extra flair.
After dinner we were ready for dessert when the waitress brought this delectable looking thing in a tall tall glass with the number 21 on the chocolate pieces and a candle perched on top of its creamy loft. After a soft happy birthday from B I blew my candle and dig in the dessert. Creamy, very very sweet and filling it was rich and soft texture and it was exactly how I felt. I was happy for the rest of the night.
After dinner we went to Seans birthday gig at Bacio bar he was having ajoint birthday with his girlfriend Natalie. By the time we arrived the party was in full swing, Sean was already in la la land and Natalie look stunning in her black off shoulder dress. I met Yin and Shaun there as well as Hwei Gin enjoying the atmosphere. I can't really remember what music was on so it wasn't that good if it wasn't memorable I guess.
We left about an hour into the party my only gripe about the whole thing was that after the speeches which were sweetly made by Sean and Natalie themselves as well as Seans two best mates, a classmate and by Yean and Daniel they had this 'traditional' 21 shots thing. It's where those who turn 21 have to drink 21 shots to celebrate the event.
LIKE WHAT THE COW?????
Sean was egged on to drink all shots and managed to finish them only after puking 10 of those shots and puking after every two shots the rest of the way. I think this is stupid cause
1, How the cow is he going to enjoy the rest of night?
2, He could bloody die (cause he was n't sober when he did this he was already flying high)
3, It's stupid
4, If they were gonna do this they should have made it the first thing to do so he could at least pace himself after that.
It's a NZ thing. -_-
I ask a a New Zealander today if this was really a tradition he happily said yes and that it ussually entails a Yadi or two. Yadi? (I don't even know how it's spelt) But apparentlly a yadi is this big thingy which is attached to a hose and you drink copius amount of beer from it. EEk!!
21 shots and a Yadi??
!!!
I thought it was stupid and told him that and he said "Well as the birthday recipient their job is to get stupidly drunk, get their stomachs pump and puke continuously while their mates shout their support. They have to do it to be a good host"
I was like COWING no way 
Shrugs*
Anyhoo, before we left the club Yin handed me over a birthday gift! This is so sweet because she had already made me a birthday lunch and lovely cookies now this! It's shared between her, Shaun, Su Ann and Chris.
Hugs people*
Now the MANY MANY pictures.
The obligatory couple posing in the car
The venue
Waiting area
The restaurant
Dessert
that said
Hwei Gjin, Drunky Sean and Natalie
Matt, Shaun, Yin, me and Jo
After this photo it was alot of lips puckering and tongue action
Our Ham Sap look
This picture makes me wanna get to know Jo a little bit more intimately
Ian and Yixin
The birthday that totally rocked his skirts off
Remember the design of my birthday invitation?
Many of the men top that hot hoochie mama look off and jiggied the night away.
It was rugby night so we started the party quiet with a few friends who had a bite to eat and a shot to go down with it. Matthew came with finger food and a lovely written card and cutesy candle, Daphne came with her friend Lisa and beer, Darren came with his girly clothes, beer an da lovely necklace for me, Casper came bringing food and gifts as well as Hwei Gjin who brought me chocolates and a strawberry flavoured alcoholic beverage. I treasured those few moment hours before the whole she- bang blew into one big drag party. We ate, talked eased the awkward moments out with vodka shots and played drinking games. The highlight of those games was getting Darren and Lisa tipsy and not forgetting Caspers version of Ultraman was 'that thing'.
An hour or so later the people started arriving, men poured in all macho with black paint scribbled on their faces saying 'All Bleeks' and the silver fern painted on their ruddy cheeks. This were men-MEN, you know what I mean? Men who look like they could beat you up and then go back to the pub to have another pint sort of men. The moment they came in I fed them shots and minutes later Li Yang manage to coax them into donning on my dresses. I brought a box of clothes (Bronson favourite dresses and skirts) for the men who didn't come dress to kill.
Oh my cow...
They dressed to kill alright! Some of them were so convincing that there were alot of misunderstandings all around the place. Men in skirts went up to women in dresses only to find out that the 'woMEN' was actually a balding Norwegian burping the alphabet to his mates. Earlier in the night the music was pretty bad but someone had whipped out their ipod and made the house into a pumping rave venue.
One of my frilly dresses has now been christened to dance moves that have not seen the light till that night I am amazed it has survived unscathed after all that jiggying and shizzling. The men got so excited that they started pouting and putting on dresses on the new comers. Now some of the new comers were shy but there were some who blew the house down! This men had big tits! I call them the tits of fury just because it was so obscene and funny at the same time.
Oh dear, I've been babbling away about how the men look while I forgot about the women. Well needless to say the women were enjoying the novelty of men in dresses and loving it! They were dress to the nines but were more than willing to stay in the background this time while the men took centrestage. The passports did their fair share of groping and forcing some the men to go semi naked ( they were going out of control with all the men in skirts).
All the finger food was quickly gobbled up. B's yummy spagetti and curry were half eaten as everyone was too pre-occupied with dancing and drinking. But I did see some sod scooping spagetti into his mouth and running around the place with spagetti hanging out. Yucks! Darren ask me if I was going to post some of the pictures up here in my blog. I can't remember what I said but Yes, Darren I am going to post it up soon
he he he. Oh and also I'll ask Harken to give back your hair band when I see him k?
OooOOooO Darren was in this scrumptious pink top with matching cardigan and hair band while Mattew wore my frilly lingerie with a purple cardigan (to keep hi modesty you see). Bronson wore a fetching blue off the shoulder top with a long black frilly skirt. Daniel wore a whole ensembleof low plunging top with a red bra and matching red skirt and jacket with fishnet stockings. I could go on and on but wait for the pictures and you can see for yourselves.
Thank you so very much to everyone who took the time to attend my party with gifts and a special special special thanks to ALL the men who 'dressed' up that night for me. It took guts!
.......and a skirt or two.
Just a little teaser before I sign off
Till Then
p/s I manage to dodge all the offers for drinks and not be one of the many casualites that night because I was quite sick with a raging sore throat and an assignment due on early Monday morning. SO MA! I DID NOT DRINK ALOT!!!
pp/s Li Yang me love the handbag!
Pictures as promised
Have been busy with assignment, the flu and having Mabs, her mum
and Sof over here at NZ has made me a busy rabbit indeed.
Had a break so I thought I should post some of pictures from last weeks birthday.
This set of photos are from Yeans site.
Till Then
Where have I been?
Since I'm lazy I will pot pictures with stupid captons/stories.
One day me and B got invited to High tea at Ro's place
After filling ourselves like pigs at Ro's place (you know I think our
civilisation will evolve into pigs, you know) we went onto play DOTA.
We kicked ass and then some :P
Then B went home and I went to the time machine to see if my theory
about us evolving into pigs was true. So I pressed the many buttons
that were in the time machine and spiralled into (hopefully) the future.
Oh my cow!!! I was right we will become pigs!!! And then I heard voices and saw the mmost outrageous thing ever!!
My childhood friend Mabs with her mum and cousin showing me their bums (with love, I know :P)
And then I realised that
This
was
The end
