Days of Delirium

Few days back I stopped by Adidas Originals in Pavilion KL and was quite surprised to see they were now carrying Adidas Originals by Originals (ObyO) line with collaborators such as Jeremy Scott and David Beckham. You know, Jeremy Scott. The one created my winged shoes . Not surprisingly he has a new tongue-in-cheek collection and one of them is this pair of shoes called Jeremy Scott x Adidas Originals Mickey. Well, you could already guess the name from the picture right? I'm torn on this one. On one hand, they looked cheeky, silly, child-like and quite fun all at the same time - and I like being quirky with my sneakers. But the next minute, it looked rather simple and nothing out-of-the-norm if it's not for the Mickey Mouse head on its tongue. This one retails around RM500. Should I go for it? Is this pair a yay or a nay?

As I had told earlier (way, way earlier) here , I always had a dream of bringing in big labels into Malaysian shores someday like what Dato' Farah Khan did with her Melium Group. But one by one of the labels are made available here, starting with Prada's second line, Miu Miu which is now available in Suria KLCC since December 2009. And now, another one of my favorite will open its door soon in Starhill Gallery. Say hello to the master of multicolor, zig-zag pattern knitwear, Missoni. With the recent opening of stand alone boutiques like McQ by Alexander McQueen and Sergio Rossi in Starhill Gallery, the addition of Missoni is very much anticipated - at least for me. I never had that much money to spend on any of Missoni's merchandise but I've been a great admirer of its 57-year-old legacy, the quality of its knitwear and of course, its beautiful designs. Hopefully, someday I'd have enough to wear its beautiful cotton-cashmere tops on my back. Welcome to KL, Missoni.

I don't really like satay. Never. I dislike them, actually. I never understood the joy of eating carcinogenic, roasted (was it roasted?) animal flesh with some sweet gravy. My mom and my sister in law know this about me very well. Somehow, I was attracted to this one place called Serai Satay Bar in Pavilion, KL. Blame it on a slow weekend at home watching Jalan - Jalan Cari Makan on TV3. This place is supposedly a breath of fresh air for Malaysian delicacies like satay and, err , satay as they serve it in a giant cup-like container with the size of Big Gulp cups in 7 Eleven. Yes, they actually put the satay sticks with additional sticks of nasi himpit, cucumber and onion slices in those giant cups with its gravy so you can enjoy it like regular snacks while strolling around. Well, supposedly . Try doing that in a crowded shopping mall without smacking people's faces as you struggle to detach those pesky satay from their sticks. Anyway, it's a good idea to put it into such c...

Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true Just lay back in my arms for one more night I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes Saying this one's the love of our lives. Cause I know a love that will never grow old And I know a love that will never grow old. When you wake up the world may have changed But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night, And your laughter's like wind in my sails. Cause I know a love that will never grow old And I know a love that will never grow old. Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time, Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long. Who cares where we go on this rutted old road In a world that may say that we're wrong. Cause I know a love that will never grow old And I know a love that will never grow old. I had shut down my PC when I suddenly had an urge to write a post about this song. This song has been lingering in my head for weeks though it was released abou...

Blow-ups, mouth fights, arguments, misunderstandings happen - even to closest friends. But that doesn't mean you have to throw everything down the drain including your friendship when it happens. I've had my own fair share of misunderstandings. Yes, it was hard, it was tough and it was such a pain in the ass. But, as much as I hate to admit it, I was partly the one to be blame. Misunderstanding can't happen just from one side of a party, anyway. Everytime when it happened, I got mad. Yes, who wouldn't be pissed when someone bad-mouth, bitch about you or make false stories of you behind your back? I would, for sure. But never would I cut the friendship ties with any of them. After the storm has gone, we would always go back to where we were before that happened. After all, that's the real measure of a true friend - the one who would always accept your flaws and forgive each other's differences. That's not being hypocrite, double-faced or anything you want to ...

Exam breakouts. Urgh. Since my parents are now fully embracing the wonder of internet and perhaps religiously peeping into my personal life through my blog at this very moment, I'm going to put up these random pictures of our revision session in the UM Main Library to remind everyone that I'm more than just shoes and outings. I'm still a student. Yep, make it to remind myself too . These pictures were taken by the fabulous Miss Eza and I gladly lifted them off her blog without her permission. Whoops . I'm sure she doesn't mind... does she? There are actually more, considering we had spent more than a week together there at the fourth floor but the pictures are scattered all around - some in Fifi's BlackBerry, some in mine and the rest are with Eza. Cam-whoring fun aside, preparing for exams is still not even one bit fun. Especially foreseeing the potential marks and CGPA for some of the less-attractive subjects. Yuck. All the best to my friends and those who...

Guilt I gladly took some time off from our revision session in UM Main Library with study mates, Eza and Fifi to do some quick retail therapy - make it a much needed one. The reason was, I needed to get some stuff for my internship which will begin in May, only 4 days after I'm done with my last examination paper. Actually, I never need an excuse for it but, you know, in case of guilt... So I went to Pavilion and ended up with few things. Shirts, t-shirts and some other stuff unrelated to internship. Winks . Now, all I need is a pair of lace-up leather shoes. Oh, and I bumped into my pal the bubbly Hannah Azmir and her beau, Anwar in Food Republic. Glad she didn't see those shopping bags :P Now I'm fully recharged to revise for my exams again. Yeah, I'm happy and stores made me happy. Who wouldn't be happy with Boss and Hermes, anyway?

Meet Caesar. The latest addition of living creatures in my house. By the looks of it, I presumed he's a guppy fish (sort of) and was bought in Pets Wonderland Mid Valley for 18 bucks. Yeah I know you could get it for like, 1-2 bucks anywhere else but I'm too lazy to search around. Besides, he looks AMAZING, no? Sometimes he's turquoise. Sometimes green. Other times, blue. So yeah, my baby Caesar is quite a chameleon guppy - no pun intended. You know they said fishes give great therapy just by looking at them swimming around and feeding them. No kidding there - they are. Oh and don't ask me how I came up with his name. It just occurred to me en route back home after buying him. And I even named that money plant in his container as Augusto. You know, Augustus Caesar? Yeah, I am silly.

Before you go slamming your head against a wall for not attending this fair and asking yourself 'How could I miss that?!', know this - you're not losing anything. I was so excited about this fair since January when the news broke out. Lord, I couldn't help myself. I was excited - you know that. But then again, fairs, exhibitions and festivals of this sort are well known for not living up to expectation. Well, this one fits into that category. When they whore out the word 'International' on its banner and every advertisement and even brought in Datuk Jimmy Choo to launch it, of course I would expect some off-the-ground excitement. Boy, I was punked. The only big name there was Porosus, which I believed must regretted joining it. Not even second-tier shoe labels were there - no Aldo, Guess or even Pedro, at least. There were only cheap shoes/sandals by JukeBox (yikes!), Princess, Santa Barbara Polo & Racket Club, Pallas, Larrie and other brands worth of Jalan...

This past week was really packed with stuff and this weekend was no different either. I had to reluctantly ditch my bed on Saturday morning much earlier than my usual weekend standard. Oh BTW you don't want to know my weekend get-up hour. Scary stuff. Still drowsy from last night's outing for Ami's birthday then straight away hitting the club with my best pal from Dentistry Faculty, Azhar until wee in the morning, I had to get up and dress for a very special occasion today. My friends and I were going to celebrate a union of a couple. Hunny Madu with her now-husband, Khairul. So the five of us convoyed from our faculty to the reception ceremony held in Damansara Heights Community Hall. Shortly after we were seated, the bride walked in and sit on the dais with her grandmother, fondly known as Tok Mak. Minutes later, the groom walked in and had to pass two barricades of family members asking for 'toll' in order to get to his bride on the dais - a tradition of Johorean...

Earlier on Thursday night, we had planned for a birthday get-together for Ami at the infamous Luna Bar. However the plan was put off since it clashed with Hunny Madu's ' berinai ' ceremony which was held on the same night. Still, we didn't feel quite right to let Ami celebrate her big day all alone and overshadowed by her sister's even bigger day. Thus, on Friday afternoon Dini made an impromptu plan for Ami's closest friends to celebrate her birthday over dinner. Of course, that girl had no idea about this at all. That was until she walked into Bijou, Mont' Kiara to the cheer of her 11 friends and flashing bulbs. You can tell that girl was speechless and not expecting it whatsoever. We stayed for dinner for an hour or so before parting ways. The food was okay and the place was great, overlooking a swimming pool and condominium towers behind it. Happy birthday Ami! The girls UM people and Fird being, well, Fird

As most of my closest friends and family members know, I decided to step out of my comfort zone this semester by taking a sport lesson for my co-curricular subject. Usually I would immediately go for those in my turf i.e. speaking, oratory classes, language etc. But, not this semester. I chose tennis instead. Yes, fellas, tennis . Thanks to Fifi for persuading me to accompany her for this class. She wanted to take up swimming lesson earlier but I'm a big chicken when it comes to being immersed in water so tennis looked like a good second choice. As the pinnacle of our 13-week classes, we had to do a presentation of tennis and set up a booth for it for the Co-curricular Day. Thus, earlier today we dropped by our booth to show some support and hanging around there though nothing much had to be done with so many of our other peers being there as well. For other classes, they had to perform in front of live audience. Ami took sitar playing class so we were proud to squeeze into the aud...