As Suanie Sees It

… but there are some photos, so might as well

It was all David Tall’s fault. He told us here that they have some ladies night thing going on every Wednesdays, so off we went yesterday in search of barely-drinkable-but-wallet-friendly alcohol.

The ladies night thing starts at 9 p.m. Because we arrived early, we had a couple of Tiger and Hoegaarden. By bottle not tap because they were out of stock, WTF?!?!?!?!

KY had a dinner of very healthy grilled prawns on a bed of tossed salad, which was a lot nicer than what we had the other day.

One thing didn’t change though — the service was excruciatingly s-l-0-w. I suppose they are constantly understaffed… shouldn’t the management be doing something about this? At one point we waited 45 mins for our drinks to arrive, and any beer drinker can tell you that this is BAD.

It was so bad that the next round, Paul decided to order three whiskey coke at one go.

Then later Jaime arrived. She waited a bloody long time for her first drink as well, and half an hour later it was officially ladies night so every girl was handed 4 coupons to be redeemed at the bar for small portions of house cocktails and beer.

Oh yeah, Encik David Tall was there as well but he ignored us most of the time… hmphhhh

Anyway the ladies night serving of Long Island Tea, according to Fireangel tasted like mosquito repellent. I liked it.

It was quite fun, except for the waiting. KY and Paul got bored with the girls dancing and went outside to chat… but we went home relatively early

As a parting shot, here’s a photo of Fireangel that is bound to increase my hits and comments, as always.

Though I just noticed that it’s a little scary, only the whites of her eyes are showing, OMG FIREGHOSTTTT!!!!!!!!11111oneoneone

My colleague Jess promised to hunt down Hoegaarden on tap in KL for me and boy, did she come through.

Janice couldn’t believe her luck at one so big

The heaven on earth is Carnegies KL at Central Plaza along Jln. Sultan Ismail, a proper pub where they serve proper beer and cocktails.

How orgasmic is that?

They cater to mostly after-work hours revellers and random beer drinkers like me and friends. It is a pretty okay place, the music is rock-ish pleasant, they have quiz nights etc.

Inside Carnegies

Beware of the stairs going down to the toilets though, especially if you are in heels and not quite sober. I still have the bruises.

It was V-day eve and we decided to have a little celebration there. The food is nothing to shout about, and Paul would not recommend the steak.

Which of the above caused Paul to have a toothache for days?

But the beer… oh the beer…

My precious…

I think that the Hoegaarden on tap in Singapore is somehow better, but Carnegies KL is the only place in KL that I know is serving it on tap, and beggars cannot be choosers.

We had a couple of Bellinis — champagne and peach thingy. According to J&J, Telawi Street Bistro @ Bangsar serves better cocktails.

Janice has a new Sony Cyber-shot DSC-N1, the touch screen thing where you can add words and images and stuff.

Ah well. Beer, anyone?

When you first asked me to go back with you, my friends were more than disapproving. But the initial three days I spent with you turned out to be my life changing moment - at least the penetration of feelings that slowly broke my barriers, if any for I was still rather naive, a mask of sophistication that peeled off as you delight in my youthfulness.

Another place another time, I walked into a restaurant where you were (im)patiently awaiting with some friends, then I appeared feeling a confidence I did not feel when you whispered, “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are” sealed with a kiss so sweet as I could only smile awkwardly, for I was flattered the virgin that I was. You, who have seen countless beautiful women during your life journey and travels thought I was beautiful. You, who went to so many places, seen so many things, thought of me as the most glittering diamond. You thought I was beautiful. You looked at me with all the love in the world. You teased me ever so lightly, a certain wit a whole new level that never failed to amuse me, allowing me to realize and appreciate the gem that you are, your life philosophy though you seldom if ever follow them, your wicked smile so kind and gentle that I love you so.

You weren’t perfect. I didn’t want you to be perfect. But you were too imperfect for young idealistic me. Promises broken.

It was not your undying love that I seek, nor your 24/7 physical presence. The former would be too Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White. The latter I know to be impossible. For which I’d yearned for, for which I knew would never be and accepted.

But the same sweet lips you kissed me so ardently with, the same lips that explored the rest of me, the same lips that did not follow though. Days, weeks, months, years. How often you disappointed me, made me cry, let me down. The first time I cried so hard as if a parent lost. Even now I remember exactly how I felt. How I despaired. How I wept, how you never came. The last straw was that you never even called, not even to explain, moreover console.

You taught me to love. And I did love again, for the one who held me though uncertainties, who once asked me what I was so afraid of, who love me enough to want to be with me, whom I dared to love back in spite of reservations; he was perfect for me. At least for a while. But for that short period of not withholding anything back, I thank you. You opened my body, mind and soul like I never did. I was alive. I would not have changed a thing.

I’d told you some of this when we met. I never did tell you the rest for I was sure I found him. I wanted to start anew; finally someone who awakened what was left of me, to discover something more. With him I felt hope, I felt spring. With him, I felt like I could let you go.

Little did I know.

But I am glad. For barely a year later, though I am alone and lonely, dealt with a bad pack of cards that is fate, destiny and decisions, I am not bitter. Far from it, I still believe.

It didn’t stop me from thinking about you all the time, even now at this very moment. I bet you wouldn’t have realized the magnitude of your existence in my life if I didn’t tell you so, nor expected it. Neither did I. But like you told me, when you love someone, there is no reason but to just love.

I’ll remember.

The necklace.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

… also known as the state of ridiculous-ness in many ways, also known as what I did, saw, blah.

Yesterday I went to Bangsar to get my eyebrows threaded, then thought of going to Blook for last minute clothes shopping… what the heck, might as well make my mother happy and not wear black all the time…

But I turned in the wrong lane and got honked by some impatient driver in a 4 wheel, so at that time I was too embarrassed to turn into the right lane, and that embarrassment made me leave Bangsar… a bit ridiculous come to think of it… but I ended up at 1U.

At 1U I wanted to buy a birthday+retirement present for me mom. I did, and also ended up with…

a pair of jeans, a pair of shoes (which I totally don’t need), two pairs of ridiculously colourful socks, some beaded accessory thingy and the Dior perfume for me mom. Ridiculous.

Then Paul came over and we went to Dave’s Pasta and Pizza Vino for beer and dinner.

Hoegaarden… BEST T HING EVER!

When we left 1U, we were stuck in the parking lot jam for 45 minutes. FUCKING RIDICULOUS OK!!!

Then I came home and someone showed me this:

Korean sex noodles… wtf… ridiculous!

And I also came home to this:

Because the night before on MSN…

Suanie: [bla bla bla] I’m dead inside
Friend: I’m sorry [to hear that]
Suanie: send flowers [to my funeral]
Friend: what do you like?
Suanie: lilies
Friend: nice

I am now officially dead. Anyone else wanna send me flowers? I’ll give you my house address

Ridiculous lah… but they smell nice and I’m bringing it home to my mom.

Speaking of which, I’ll be going back to my hometown for nearly a week for Chinese New Year. It is an extremely remote place where there’s no Internet connection and we all live on tree tops and shit wherever we like…

… fucking noobs. Of course we have Internet connections and proper houses and toilets. I just seem to have to answer this a lot whenever I tell some noob that I’m from Batu Pahat, or even Malaysia. Noobs.

But anyway it’s the Chinese New Year soon, I won’t be updating till I come back to wherever I am, I’ll probably be drinking with my uncle and auntie who have a fridge totally devoted to expensive alcohol, and when I come back I’ll be 10kg heavier. It’s all good.

Mwah.

It feels like a Monday… most probably because I literally slept through Monday. Almost literally anyway, with the literal parts being breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper. Sigh… well if I am this tired without a boyfriend, imagine what I would be like if I had a boyfriend…

As a Chinese, I feel obliged to mention the ‘Mooncake Festival’ aka Zhong Chiu Jie that was last Sunday.

Happy Mooncake Festival.

I dislike mooncakes because they are too sweet and sticky and round and I just don’t like them ‘coz they are mooncakes.

Now you know what NOT to buy me for the rest of my life kthxbai.

The service at 1U’s Chillis totally sucked the dirt poor man living by a stinky river in a crappo dilapidated hellhole’s ass. We know it’s an isolated case because we get good-to-excellent service at other Chillis during our happy hour fix.

Am in the office now, using Abang N’s pc. He is so generous and kind and loving and all that jazz and I wanna pinch his cheeks until they turn purple because that’s just how appreciative I am of his generosity and kindness and loving and all that jazz.

It’s only Tuesday morning. If I had my way, I would be drunk.

The little ’shoulds’ in life agree.