mad_d3vil

CHRIS TAYLOR BROWN IS SMOKING HOT.
he may not possess the looks of brad pitt, but he is hot.
and he looks HOTTER LIVE.
am swallowing my saliva only like a hundred times while watching TRAPT live in mineapolis.

oh my...

Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
[pause, walks over to Molly]
Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

bukt jalil is as usual... wet, muddy and stinky beyond comprehension. i guess it may be culture shock to some, but i love playing with mud. i remember once, during school camp days, when we had to immerse our whole body in a pool of mud. i was the first school girl to happily enjoy the cool mud bath. the cleaning was a chore though.

i dont have much things to comment about World Cup Asia 09. i guess i visualized it to be that way and i was right about my vision. i'm gooooood. lol.


*sniff sniff*


MATRIX ENTOURAGE.
clokwise direction: vin, cow, mr.croc, hooi, lun, jackie and kelvin.
i didnt do much for them on the first day. i was sick to the bone and spent most of my time sleeping... till one of them accidentally drop a water bottle on my face. i was so frustrated that i couldnt sleep no more.


me and mikko huttunen of ironmen! mikko agreed to sign on my boobies. sigh.


the people i played with...
from left to right: ian, cynthia, vince, alan and daud.


the singaporean, supporting malaysians, carrying an autralian flag. cute?


mr.croc and a dye kid. it's not that i'm short... he's just too tall.


that's before i 'lost' his wallet.


cynthia with her dye kids!


him looking absolutely charming before WCA Playazz Party.


me looking absolutely tired and sick...


team zoo and dark angels @ Mist Club.


i'm gonna shamelessly proclaim that we're the best-looking couple there. *grins*

i miss everything... 34 more days.

one of the best meals so far is at Sushi Zanmai. malaysia is a food haven as everything's halal (almost everything that is). he decided that we should go for Sushi Zanmai as he knows how much i adore japanese food... it met every bit of my expectations, and i fell in love with japanese cuisine all over again.


thank you andrewww... hehehehe. please recommend more...


we sat at the sushi bar... with the sushi belt conveniently within our reach and the display of fresh, raw sashimi while the chefs are busy behind the counter. the quality and the taste of the food is absolutely magnificent. i had my fair share for inari and tempura moriawase while he indulged in his favorite unagi don. too much unagi makes me feel 'jelak' but i still love it.


my creamy dragon roll... prawn wrapped with avocado. yowzer.


sings: I say hey I'll be gone today, But I'll be back all around the way.

i love the outlet's ambience of domino's pizza. the color and its layout gave it a vibrancy feeling which made me feel a little better. i was unwell almost the whole day at the field. i tried to ignore it in the initial part of the day, thinking that it was just my imagination. but i succumb to the sickness after the 3rd game. my tummy's a lil funky, making me feel nauseous and i puked my heart out twice, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste in my mouth.

alright... back to domino's.

YUM-YUM-YUM-YUM-YUMMMMM!!
he ordered two regular sized pizzas meal. it came with superb-springy-scrumptious-cheesy-garlic-stick-bread, weird yucky chix sticks with barbecue sauce and strange-tasting stale coleslaw.


THIN-CRUST EXTRAVAGANZZA!


oooooh MEAT MANIA on cheesy-cheddar crust! maddeningly fattening.


i love that unintentional pout.


how pretty.... pfft.

we scraped our ideas for gelatos and krispy kremes as we were too full to even think of food. heh.

he kept his promise and brought me to his favorite food joint... the tosei place, equivalent to al-azhar, but damn it rocks way better than al-azhar anyday. he ordered his banana leaf rice, that consisted of 3 vegertarian dishes and loads of plain rice served on a piece of banana leaf. you cant see that in singapore anymore, i think... i never come across it before. all meals are served on normal plates now.


i'm a big fan of squids and he ordered for me straight away, when i cant make up my mind on which dish to choose. the chix was too spicy for my delicate tongue and throat.


oooooooh... finally. ghee tosei with it's gorgeous sauces, whatever they are called. i was in food heaven fiddling playfully with my tosei, dunking it in different sauces, till he commented "how you eat ar?". spoilsport!

the day began with a healthy lunch at subway... and no matter how healthy the lunch was, the other calories consumed thorughout the day was horrifying enough to shock the weighing machines.

we were famished and i satisfied myself with a 6inches subway melt, topped with loads of lettuce on a nicely toasted parmesan cheese loaf. mr.greedy ordered a 1ft long italian bmt and managed to finished 3/4 of the sandwich as he gobbled on his meal a little too fast, a little too eagerly. horrible really cos i ended up saving the day by eating his leftovers. *flexes muscles*


mr.greedy gobbling famishly.

eventhough i was full, i annoyed him with a request of POPCORNS to SHARE during our movie, The Christmas Carol (3D). i believe malaysians have not yet discover the beauty of buttered popcorns. only caramel popcorns were on sale nationwide. i also have to stop him from finishing the popcorns countless times beforehand as he has a habit of eating HIS SHARE first. once the bag is more or less half-full, he'll surrender the rests of my SHARE to me. then he'd declare "YOU said SHARE. nah."


a happy woman with the calefare behind her.


witness him digging in the popcorns. he was more well-behaved this time, and managed to understand the term 'sharing together'. bluek.

The Christmas Carol is a slow and draggy movie, but it is definitely worth the watch. I believe it is the best adaptation so far and each detail was brilliantly executed throughout the movie. I like how dark the movie was and Jim Carrey, once again, did justice as Ebenezer Scrooge.


though he knew i was full, he dragged me to a sweet, happy dose of gelattissimo with THREE-oh-THREE scoops of gelato! i chose chocolate truffle, peach and my drooling favorite, strawberry cheesecake. i was a lil selfish and fed him the chocolate truffle and peach most of the time... while keeping the strawbery cheesecake to myself. but that's a secret that he didnt realised. hehe

we then went to Bukit Jalil to meet fellow paintballers and to wait for mr.croc's arrival. mr.croc was apparently lost in the streets of KL as he spends most of his time in Penang. after what seems like forever, mr.croc finally emerged in time for dinner. we headed down to nando's to slaughter some chickens while they talk about the game plans for WCA.




that's mr.croc who can moo like a cow better than the cows, themselves.
nando's always deliver as they promised... their sauces are getting a lil too spicy for my liking, strangely. but nonetheless, it was a chicky yummy dinner.

so he finally managed to find gerbera daisies in a local florist and i rejected his offer of buying me flowers. technically, i found the daisies for him as i chanced upon it while he was buying a bottle of mineral water for thirsty-me. it was pretty snugged in the the refrigerator, completely abandoned and forgotten. the best thing was... when i pointed out the daisies to him, his response was "mmmm... which one is it? i dont know how daisies look like". on one hand, i thought it was completely adorable of him, while on the other hand i was thinking "no wonder you went to 6 florists on my last trip".

however, in his defence, he said he asked the florists regarding the daisies and they do not carry them. so i may instead think, that the florists too have no idea what daisies are.

in my defence, i didnt want him to buy the daisies cos we're going to WCA playazz party. i have no heart to leave such pretty things in the car unattended. *grin*

randomly, during one fine afternoon on the final day of WCA, i was hungry for a little munch. however, i didnt bring my wallet which made me cashless for the day. my mind was literally bugging me for some food and i knew i had to grab a teeny-weeny bite to cure my hunger pangs. the problem is, the only money that i can get my hands on is his... and i hate taking things without people's permission, no matter who, as they deserve that mutual respect and privacy (not that i care if he rummage through my privacy but it's still polite to ask). he on the other hand, was starting the first game for his quarter-finals and i knew i shouldnt disturb him with this nitty-gritty issues.

i finally gave in to my hunger, and i magnetized myself towards his wallet. i was extremely careful and planned what i should do to prevent myself from misplacing/losing his wallet. i took out his wallet from his navigator, borrowed RM2 from it and placed the wallet nicely in its rightful state.

after matrix entourage played against the all-stars team, he finally packed his bag and made our way out of bukit jalil. we contemplated on lunch as it was already 3pm but we were pretty famished from a day of paintball. so he drove all the way to the tosei place as i kicked a big fuss on having that delicious ghee tosei again. as we arrived at the destination, he went to grab his valuables from this navigator... and to my horror, his wallet is gone. POOF.

i started to panic. it's impossible as i took every precaution i can to ensure that the wallet is placed back where it belongs... i tried my so very best to be careful so that i will not lose the wallet. i took only RM2 out just so that i do not bring the wallet out of the tent. but fucktard, it's simply either invisible or it had grown some bloody legs and a mind of its own to walked away from it's rightful owner.

we searched high and low, in every nook and cranny available; in the bag, his room and dirty laundry. i explained everything to him, on what i did and what happened and why i took his wallet out. i broke down crying cos i was so scared of the consequences and utmost guilty for my irresponsibility. i thought i did my very best to careful, but i screwed it up.

he drove home to search, and drove all the way back to the field as we have no money for lunch. he was frantic for all his credit cards, atm cards and other important documentation that i conveniently lost. i can feel the fury burning in him, but he was extremely supportive and even held my hand to comfort me.

before we walked towards the field, he searched our dirty laundry one last time for some luck. true enough, his wallet was resting comfortably in my dirty pants, while i unconciously do not understand how it got there. i thoroughly believed that i took RM2 out and placed his wlalet back in his navigator. i felt so absent-minded and broke down further....

upon the recovery of his wallet, he hurried over and hugged me to ensure that everything's alright. he continued his cuddles until he knew and is confident of my feelings. i honestly feel so dumb... it was the worst feeling ever. i never should have taken the wallet in the first place.

lesson learnt 1: always ask permission...
lesson learnt 2: always find a nice boyfriend. hehe.

so i really do not and cannot understand why the nitty-gritty details were scruitinized to the littlest bits... and how others wish to take all the credits from my hard-earned efforts. out of sincere slavery, i put my very best to get everything in place. but of course, being the absent-minded, tumbling-all-around, messy-sloppy-self, my organizational skills may look like it sucks. but hell, i know i can do it, and i did it.

this year is interesting as i keep counting down for the next meet up in every other month. five more days till get to see my sexy cow again... world cup asia '09 is next week and he's uber excited to play with Matrix Entourage. though he doesnt seem to be THAT enthusiastic, i can somehow feel the excitement pumping in him; just waiting for a vein to pop to unleash the concealed adrenalin. i'm excited myself because i get to 'stand around and look pretty'. heh. i wish. but instead, i'm gonna end up getting roasted under the scorching sun, sweating like a mad d3vil, and tired like a hyper-active dog. weeeee!

guess who's the sexiest paintballer next week!!!

so im finally at the quarter mark of a century... im having a basketful full of emotions and i definitely feel old. hurhur.

thanks for the birthday wishes (both advanced, actual and belated... sms, calls, msn, facebook and personally):
him... bart, bryan, nazra, atiqah, darrik, rannie, ram, eryan, dada, papa paul, ainstein, desert rose, kak era, syimah, azilah, shark, elia, shanky, rina, zul, barry, izahar, shazali, yusoff, zack, sufian, alton, carol, hongrun, abg imran, marc, khairul, dalli, naszrul, andre, hafiz, sara, ajid, sofie, jahat, beulah, chak, jon, mark rodrigues, mark wong, farid, athira, kelvin, brian, grant, robert, syikin, zeek, bari, gek, terence, marlinna, zul, nurul ain, rizal, ady, shahazreeq, fadhilah, andrew, ali, damian, musz, sharm, marlie, sham, adektm, suhiri, ivan, gerard, gerald, saiful, todo, fairuz, lindsay, ima, kak ina, ronald, nasrul, filza, faisal, sheda, eswaran, fadzrul, din, nicholas, irfan, geehou, brad, adimah and dayah. 
although almost half of the greetings were from fb, i am definitely appreciative that they took the effort to wish me a happy birthday!

for the birthday gifts and surprises:
4 books + 1 daisy from marc jacob (muax!!).
2 books from desert rose.
1 clutch beaded black bag from mommy.
1 cool bag from syimah.
1 green dorothy perkins long sleeved top from ain.
1 special edition $10 coin of 1984 zodiac - rat from kak era.
1 bouquet of gorgeous daisies from azilah.
4 balloons and 1 sunny balloon.

my birthday wish for next year....?
to rent two cowsuits, one for him and one for me, and put it on my birthday!

it's pretty unfair to wait two and a half months and we have only 3 days together. i wish i hadnt fall asleep that day. but i eventually did doze off on his lap, while he was massaging my head. i woke up feeling heavy and dreary. it was upsetting and honestly demoralising. i wanted to stay a long while longer... it felt so sad to clear up and to accept the reality. he, himself, was a little quiet and looked a little distant occassionally...

we had a huge lunch, shogun @ one utama, for a huge spread of japanese buffet. i took bits and pieces of most of the dishes....... took a small bite of everything on my plate and gave him the rest of my portion. he ended up finishing whatever i didnt, which was almost everything. *slurps*


after lunch, he wanted to go hunt for a pair of sandals for me... but instead, he made a detour to the 5th floor and ended up in an arcade AGAIN! he was playing this brand new shooting game with super sound system that rocks your socks off.

i was surprisingly 'okay' during the journey to LCCT. he looks troubled at the whole situation. he held my hands tightly, not wanting to let me go. i promised him that i will be back. i knew i had to be strong for him now. when i couldnt deceive myself any longer, i burst out in tears. as i walked away from him, my tears was still clouding my eyes till the policeman had to reassure me that we will meet again.

it was heartbreaking. one and a half weeks more till i get to see him again. i'm already counting down.