last few days...

...of the month!


pathetic! pathetic! pathetic! aaargghhh....

- Poor Lilo! (n i really mean poor)

A letter to God, from a Bride-to-be

Dear God,

Hi, it’s me! On a Monday and not really in the mood to work. Anyway, how are You today? Monday blues too? Well, I guess the days of the week don’t effect You ‘cause well, You’re not bound by time.

The reason I’m writing (this time), is to say sorry. You see, I don’t think I’m treating the people around me very well and I’m so impatient sometimes and that makes me angry at myself.

I was really tired after my presentation on Friday (thank you for answering my prayers and that everything went really well!) and I came back home just wanting to sleep but I couldn't because I needed to finish the wedding card invitation scripts and the maps that night. So I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss with Appa whether it should “Please RSVP” or “Kindly RSVP”. Don’t they both have the same meaning?? So yes, I was quite snappy.

Than on Saturday morning, when Nicholas came to pick me, we got into a silly fight. Too silly to even mention here to You. We made up within an hour but my mood was affected by it and it didn’t help that it was the first day of my period (I know it’s the universal excuse for all bad temper in women, but really, it wasn’t an excuse). Anyway, we went to see the priest and miraculously, we managed to catch hold of him and make an appointment to see him later that night. I could see how busy he was with so many people lining up to see him and how he had to maintain his priestly duties – show no stress, always show love and care – it can’t be easy to be him! But I wasn’t happy with the sloppy attitude of a certain assistant there that we had to deal with all this while and I let my irritation show. You see what I mean by I’m impatient? I mean, You’re so patient, so quick to love and so slow to anger but look at me – one sloppy assistant gets me all riled up! Please help me to be more patient and gracious like You.

Next we drove up to Tropicana Resort to see to our reception arrangements. The smile on Nicholas face when he saw the new beautifully renovated ballroom is one of the best memories of the weekend. Please help me to remember the joy of getting married to the love of my life and not to get distracted and stressed by all the beehive of activities for the wedding preparation.

Later we had to pick up my parents and go choose our wedding invitation. Oh God, you know how stressed I get playing the referee between my parents. The smallest, silliest thing offends one of them and that sets off weeks of Cold War. It really, really doesn’t help that Appa is saying “This is my only daughter’s wedding and I can’t afford to let anything go wrong” and than he does what he always does, sometimes I think he doesn’t realize he’s doing it – he bulldozers everyone’s opinion aside. That makes Amma mad cause she says ‘This is my only daughter’s wedding too! You can’t just ignore all my opinions!” Than there’s me saying, ‘Hey, this is my wedding!!” It’s not a competition, it’s not an event, it’s not some kind of challenge for them to throw down and say ‘Nah! I did this! Can you do better?’. I hate it when my wedding, something special and beautiful to me, to us, becomes the object of arguments. They can argue about everything else in this world, just keep my wedding out of it.

But on this occasion, when we went to choose the cards, thank you God that Nicholas was there. I think he handled everything really maturely and everyone came away happy. God, I’m really sorry that I got snappy at him because I was stressed with what my parents might fight about.

I’ve got about 3 months to go before D-Day and I really want to enjoy every moment of it. Please help me not to fight with Nicholas over things that we really have no business fighting about. Please help me to be patient with the opinions and demands of those around me. I don’t want to be crappy and snappy and turn into a Bridezilla.

When I’m stressed, please remind me of that time in the priest’s office when he asked Nicholas if he’s happy with our up-coming marriage and Nicholas gave a huge grin and said ‘Of course!’. Help me to remember the moments before I answered, when the priest asked me that question. When I glanced over and saw Nicholas smiling and I just knew there’s no one else who could make me happier.

Thank you, God.

Amen.

~Anya~

why would anyone want to drink from anyone else's MUG??? seriously! i'm getting sick of people stealing my mug... afterall, it has my name printed in large fonts, capital & bold!!

do I really need to paste "DO NOT USE MY MUG" on it too?? did something called common sense just elapsed out of this world? like really??


By: pissed, uncaffeined Lilo!

New Addiction..

Can anyone be addicted to once-claimed-to-be-super-boring-game- Scrabbles?? Well, I am... Sounds geeky, I know... I can't help it!

I never knew I could play it so well though ;)

-Lilo

To maintain a healthy level of insanity..

1. Everytime someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
2. In the memo field of all your cheques, write 'for marijuana'!
3. Skip down the hall rather than walk and see how many looks you get
4. Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
5. Specify that your drive-through order is 'to go'
6. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you have a headache - I know lot of people who do this :p
7. When the money comes out the ATM, scream 'I won! I won!'
8. When leaving the Zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling 'run for your lives! They're loose!'
9. Tell your children over dinner, 'Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go.'
10. PICK UP A BOX OF CONDOMS AT THE PHARMACY, GO TO THE COUNTER AND ASK WHERE THE FITTING ROOM IS

Have a smile - Lilo :)

My new found passion....

is YOGA!!! i'm so excited... i want to be able to do all the different yoga poses one day!

By: 'Lilo

Caring Society

Tuesday September 15, 2009

Tok Wook’s search to go on the Net

KUALA TERENGGANU: Lonely centenarian Tok Wook’s search for a new husband is set to go into cyberspace with the help of an assemblyman here.

Kuala Berang representative Zawawi Ismail said he would help create a Facebook account for 107-year-old Tok Wook. The Star carried a report yesterday that Tok Wook was searching for a new love, who would be her 23rd husband.

“She is my constituent, hence it is my responsibility to help her,” he said yesterday. However, Zawawi reminded Tok Wook to adhere to the Islamic tenets if she intended to remarry.

Tok Wook, whose real name is Mek Wok Kundor, plans to marry her 23rd Mr Right if her current, younger husband, Mohd Noor Che Musa, 37, does not return home after completing a drug rehabilitation programme in Kuala Lumpur.

Source: http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/9/15/nation/4715247&sec=nation

Since when did we have such caring assemblyman? Shall I now contact the assemblyman in my constituency to look up for a guy for me?? It should also be his responsibility to help me.. and considering I don't even have one to marry and she already had 22 husbands in the past :p

Seriously now.. don't the politicians have better things to do?? why can't they take care of her until she dies which is probably like tomorrow; then to find a 23rd victim to marry this bitch her?

By: Lilo

You men, fyi..

For men, who often try to be smart:

This is Margarita

and this is what we call a Tequila Shot

and btw, as far as i know, bread are made from flour.. does that mean you call the bread, "flour" in your country? :p

- lilo

Lilo's updates again..

oww.. how I miss blogging... wish I have more time for this.. wish the time will stop moving.. or at least, wish the days will go slower... everything is moving way too fast now.. life is getting way too hectic... and in 3 months i'm gonna be a year older... i'll reach THE AGE or so what my parents believe...

damn! anyway, on a good note, I did most of the things that I wanted to do as listed in my last entry.. been doing quite lot of shopping.. got my working shoes, casual shoes, working clothes, casual clothes, handbag and have also signed up my gym membership! hooray!

now is the time, when every month I have to strategize how I'm gonna clear off my credit card debts.. banks have been very generous in offering extra credit limit to me... i think they have just discovered a serious shopaholic in town!

well, yeah.. thats life now.. besides work n more work!

looking forward for long weekend next week... last weekend was all fun.. movie with nemo, margarita, tequila, and a few eye candy waiters ;)

here's to a great week, cheers! -lilo

p/s: planning to microblog after this since i rarely get the time.. hopefully there'll be more updates from me..

Life on the other side

I'm on the move again ...

This time it's Dhaka, Bangladesh.

It's hard to describe what it's like here but I logged into our blog to attempt to do just that and this is what our page looked like:

It was weird to see something familiar in a different way! But that's Bangladesh for you...it changes your view on things you take for granted... like a comfortable home, good food, clean streets, roads without pot-holes...

The moment I arrived Dhaka, my senses were assailed by the pandemonium that is everyday life here and the smell that can only be described as thousands of unwashed bodies. Everywhere I go, it's just teeming with people, cars, rickshaws, buses, autos and lorries. It's estimated that there are more than 20 million people living in Dhaka alone. That's almost the entire population of Malaysia! However, it wouldn't surprise me if half of them live in really squalid conditions. Right outside my 4 star hotel there are beggars and squatter houses. It's heartbreaking to see kids running around naked.

The 5 minute drive everyday from the hotel to the office is an adventure on it's own as my driver seems to take sadistic delight in weaving through the traffic, jolting through pot-holes like he is the King of the Road. The thing is, every other driver on the road also thinks that they are kings of the road! There seems to be no traffic rules here except one: He Who Honks has the Right of Way! I've seen signboards prohibiting honking but no one pays any attention at all and the honking is incessant. In fact, I soon discovered that the horn is the most important part of any vehicle. I noticed that drivers have one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the horn. I guess they didn't learn the 10 o'clock - 2 o'clock rule that the rest of the world was taught in driving school!

Last weekend I went shopping in New Market. It's like a bazaar and it's famous for branded goods at really cheap prices. Bangladesh has many of the western chains that have opened up factories here (cheap labour!). I don't think I've ever had a shopping experience like this before. The place was packed with people doing their Eid ul-Fitr shopping.

Picture of New Market area taken from a local newspaper on the day I was shopping there

I had to let go of my personal space as throngs of people were pressing into me from all directions. Despite the dense crowd, I had one very faithful street kid following me to every shop trying to make himself useful and hoping to earn a few Takas along the way. Although I felt sorry for him, I didn't want to give him anything because I knew that he would have 20 other expectant friends that would suddenly appear if I gave him anything. But shopping wise it was good; I got a couple of Armani, Zara and Marks&Spenser tops for less than RM200!

Food wise, I haven't really eaten much local food accept what the hotel serves. Usually I love to try local food but looking at the cleanliness of this place (or lack thereof), I've been really careful. I've been here 2 weeks and I have slightly more than a week left to go. It's been a big accomplishment that I haven't got diarrhea so far. I hope things continue that way (fingers crossed!)

-Anya-