The Doosh! *swoon*

For those who've known me for many a year, you will remember my intense love affair with "the Doosh".

No, it is not a sanitary device nor is it the sound one makes when air punching or kicking someone.

But excitement is me, cause my dear dear friends, I AM GOING TO SEE THE DOOSH!!!! LIVE!!!! IN PERSON!!!!! IN ALL IT'S VIBRATING GLORY!!!!!!!

Yup! Alan Tham & Hacken Lee concert's this Saturday, and the tickets are in my bag :D:D:D:D

*twirly dance of joy*

Ahhh..... all those hours of looking at that doosh, and imagining it vibrating, moving sensously up and down.....

Ok... this is getting a little TOO cheeky, even for me!

Lol! For those who havent known me for that long, the Doosh is what I had affectionately named Hacken Lee's......... adam's apple.

I admit, I had a thing for it.

And when I was much, much MUCH younger (and stupider goes without saying, but I'm saying it anyways), I had the Doosh syndrome. I called it the Doosh, and had HUGE crushes on guys with Dooshes to match. And ONLY, ONLY if their Dooshes were a respectable size of an apple. Them grapes, strawberries and lychees warranted narry a glance... but ahh.... how my heart skipped a beat when I spotted...... a Doosh.......

And come Saturday, it won't be just any Doosh.... I'll be seeing THE DOOSH!

Oh boy, oh boy OH BOY!!!!!!



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Food.... overload!!!!

Don't get me wrong.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOOOOOOVE food.

And I love, love, looooooooove to over order, especially when people swing by Shah Alam for lunch.

But when we end up ordering 7 full sized dishes that can easily feed 6 just for the 2 of us....

Foodfest # 1

The Nut came by. I brought him to my favouritest thai restaurant in the whole of shah alam.

Butter prawns were on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Shark's fin soup was on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Tom yam soup seemed the natural appetizer, so we ordered some.

Mango kerabu there's to die for, so we ordered some.

Shark's fin egg picture looked particularly fetching in the menu, so we ordered some.

Salted fish mee hoon we ordered, because rice has calories...

Thab tim krab to wash it all down, cause it's honestly the cutest sounding desert I know.

and because they were so impressed with us, they gave us a voucher for .... FREE la la! 800gm!

Foodfest # 2

So the next week, MC came by, and I brought him to my favouritest thai restaurant in the whole of Shah Alam.

Butter prawns were STILL on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Shark's fin soup was STILL on promotion. Yippee! So we ordered some.

Mango kerabu there's STILL my favourite, so we ordered some.

Remember the voucher? La la was free, so naturally we ordered some, with spring onions.

Fish steamed in 3 flavours sounded too sexy not to order, so we ordered one.

We had prawns, shark's fin, la-la and fish. How could we leave crab out? Crab meat tau foo looked nice, so we ordered some.

To balance it all out, crispy glass chicken. Just so it wasn't just any ole' cholesterol fest, so we ordered some.

But note! No rice, which means the meal didn't have any calories! :D

And on both occasions, we finished everything! Well almost.... Thank goodness for long lunches, and thank goodness for quiet afternoons at work!

Anyone else swinging by Shah Alam soon???!??!

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"Tai-Tai Afternoon"

After a few hectic weeks in the office, there was a sudden lull earlier in the week.

So I booked a facial and took off from the office slightly before the bell rang.

In hushed soothing voices and dimmed candle lit ambiance, relaxing music trinkling in the background, they soaked my feet, wrapped me in sarongs, had spa infused relaxing steam waftinto my face, massaged, cleansed, pricked and poked and squeezed and nipped me and finally plonked very soothing face mask on me *i hope i snored not*, then, they woke me up, i was de-saronged, lavender and herb infused steam in my face again, and they were done with me!

I expected to see my face splockled with a thousand little red mementos from all that pricking, but to my great relief.... i looked like... well ... me :D *phew*

So I'm now white, black, red, green or whatever head free, and feeling very tai-tai. Especially since after that 2 hours of facial gymnastics, I walked 3 steps into my gentle yoga class, where I stretched and twisted the rest of me, again to soothing music trinkling in the back ground, soft lights illuminating the studio....

Ahhhhh..... I could get used to this....

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"Potong!"

I did it.

I've chopped it.

My long hair. Chopped.

I am now trying to pass off bits of hair hung from my scalp as a bob.

Which is supposedly really trendy, if I had enough hair to make the look work...

But with this much less hair length, the savings on shampoo is great :D

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RPM (Really Painful Moments)...

“Come laa…. I’ve been asking you for 3 years, come laaaa….”

I should have taken more heed to the evil glint in the Nut's eye that day…..

I should have noticed how Agent M and T3 exchanged knowing looks while swallowing their giggles that day…..

But I didn’t. Like the dumb-ass that I am….I decided to join RPM.

Only it was an RPM Challenge class….. which inflicts a lot more pain than a normal class….

And it was my first time, and I had not with me any super padded ultra cushioned special bike pants that day…. Not a good sign # 1.

It started out well enough, T3 and AgentM were the bestest hosts, showing me around the changing room, showers etc. And we changed and went to the Cycling Studio. Me all excited and happy (little did I know how short lived it would be).

1st track, the Nut’s right hand man with the Darlie smile came and introduced himself to me. Which was sweet, until he put on his microphone and ANNOUNCED TO THE WHOLE CLASS that a newcomer was on board….. (and there I was thinking I had chosen a bike in an inconspicuous corner of the studio)All eyes were on me, and EVERYONE was chuckling…. Not a good sign # 2.

So the tracks started…. Warm up… this I could follow and halfway through track 1, thought, hey, this isn’t so hard…..

Boy was I to be proven wrong…..

Track 2 came along, and Mr Darlie asked everyone to turn up the dial thingy in between your legs as you are seated on the bike… and I did. And BAM! Resistance…. And my quads SCREAMED!!!!! (and this is only the 2nd track mind you) sigh… Not a good sign # 3.

Then track 3. A few further turns of the dial, which I had chosen to ignore… and then Mr Darlie looked my way, smiled even wider (how he managed that is still a wonder to me) and with a little wink at me yelled into the microphone “CLIMB!” and EVERYONE got off their butts and started pedal running! I fumbled and scrambled and managed to stand up… for all of 3 revolutions of the wheel, cause by the 4th revolution, I couldn’t feel anything in my legs! So there they were vigorously climbing and reaching for the stars or Everest or the moon and me? I sat back down, cause by then, it dawned on me, I was never EVER going to make it as an RPM-ite.

So what was I to do? I was kinda stuck on that bike, cause I strapped myself in real tight…. So I sat back, adjusted my hair, took a sip of water and leaned into the wall a bit (supported by my water bottle-free hand) and proceeded to look around, head bopping to the catchy music.

After something like the 5th track, Mr Darlie takes off the microphone and passes it to the Nut. “Yeayy!!! I thought, cool down time!”

Boy, was I wrong! Sean Connery @ Nut announced that they were ALREADY halfway! Yeay my *^%$@$^!!!!! I swear I could hear him laughing on the inside… bad, bad, BAD Nut! So we were just halfway…. Crap. Not a good sign # 4.

So I went along, still pedaling like I was going to the Kedai Runcit for an ice-cream…. Until I realized somewhere in the middle of Track 6, that I was losing feeling in my butt.
Not a good sign # 5.

So at the risk of maiming myself for life, I decided to snap myself out of la-la land and re-focus on what was going on in that disco-balled flashy studio.

And there they were, off their butts again. Doing the Infinity climb…And with the SOLE PURPOSE of relieving the pain that was slowly building up in my posterior, I cranked up the resisto-meter dial thinggy and got off my butt too. Oh the pain…How these people do this for the entire hour I will never understand, my utmost respect to all who have been for an RPM (Challenge or not) class, and did everything the instructors told you to.

After 5 seconds of Infinitism, PLOINK! My butt was on that super hard torturous seat again….

And a few minutes later, my butt was in the air again….

It became of a delicate task of pain management. Pain in the butt, or pain in the quads…

After something like 8 hours of this (which in reality came up to about 8 minutes or 8 seconds… pain does something to time perception abilities…), I gave up (again). I decided, well, the butt doesn’t really DO MUCH does it? I’ll just strap myself in really tightly when I sit down anywhere and wedge myself against a wall or something…. My quads I need to stand, drive, walk…. In the battle of pains, my butt lost.

So I remained seated for the rest of the 20 hours… or minutes, whatever, I couldn’t sit straight by then… hence I had to support myself against the wall… Not a good sign # 6.

Then FINALLY, FINALLY it was cool down time. I would have climbed off the bike and given Sean Nuttery a kiss had I not been consumed in so much pain….

Cool down stretches, bend this, extend that…… and FINALLY they allow you off the bike…. Took me a good looong while to maneuver myself off the bike without hurting anyone…. Sigh….

And then, bless the gods in the heavens, it was over! It was FINALLY over!

I wobbled, hopped and winced my way to the shower room and thought happy thoughts of nasi lemak and fried chicken and cham ais….. ahh…..

RPM again? Hmmm… I think I’ll stick to Beginner’s Yoga for now….

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