One of those lucky things

Two nights ago we had this meeting, a forum. We're taking over this other company, P&O, and we came under attack basically by the P&O management. We are going to offer jobs to our new colleagues, but obviously it wasn't enough for them. Even when our area manager was being totally welcoming, they bombed us. They were very rude and insulting, if you asked me. And then I did one of those things that I always manage to do. It's not even anything spectacular. But it was just done at the right moment I guess. I stepped up to the microphone (cos we had microphones standing at the aisle for everybody to voice out their issues) and said what anybody could have said. But no one else had said anything. No one else apart from our managers of course. Not even the P&O staff were standing up and saying anything. We were just hearing all this shit from their managers.

What really got to me was when this guy stood up and said, "P&O staff are really loyal. We don't want to leave the company." Whoever said anything about leaving the company?? We're offering you jobs for God's sake! And this other guy said, "P&O staff are much older than Maersk staff. We're very loyal to the company." So what? Young people can't be loyal too?

So enough was enough, and it was getting pretty late too (the meeting was at night), and I stepped up to the mike and said what was on everyone else's mind, I said, "I just wanted to say before the night was over that Maersk staff are loyal, too. Even at the lower level, like me, we're very committed, I'm very committed to making this Maersk-P&O union work."

And that's it. That's all I said. And everybody clapped. But anybody could have stood up there and said that. I don't think what I said was anything truly special even until now. But I impressed my area manager, and he must have asked my country manager what my name was, cos I received this email the next day thanking me for standing up and saying what I said. I was really touched, because it was totally unexpected. But there was something that he said in the mail, his last words, that really said it all. He said, "the environment you chose was difficult, and is a further show of your character." I read that last bit over and over and over. Because yeah, he's totally right. It is a definite show of my character. And I used to think it was a bad thing, to always want to defend myself and defend others, to always fight back when I'm being oppressed, but this time someone's gone and said it was a good thing.

So I'm rethinking everything, and I guess sometimes being outspoken is good, and sometimes it's bad. I guess you just have to choose your words carefully and pick the right time to say them. But I'm glad that he could pick out bits of my character from what I did that night, and I'm glad that he has let me know, because rarely does someone commend you for doing things that come so naturally.

Two days after Merdeka

My merdeka was fun. I did nothing but sleep all day. Yeah. That's the life. Merdeka night itself was okay too. I was at home and I could see fireworks from four different places from my balcony. Quite cool. I received this sms on my phone from a dear dear friend of mine. Don't get me wrong, I adore her! But she is a staunch member of Puteri UMNO and I had mixed feelings about the message she sent me, which said: "Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan. Keranamu Malaysia."

It was the 'Keranamu Malaysia' that got to me. That is the cheesiest thing to say, even if you're trying to be patriotic. I can think of so many other ways of being patriotic and not have to say 'Keranamu Malaysia'. It so turned me off that I didn't reply, which was really bad of me. Oh well.

Today I'm meant to be all energetic, because my counterpart in Johor is coming up to KL for a meeting. Well, she's not really my counterpart, she's just someone whose job description is quite close to mine and we have to liase with each other a lot. I'm meant to take her out for lunch and everything. I really don't know where to bring her except Subang Parade (the mall next to my office). But I'm just not in the mood. In fact, I'm really tired, and I thought of taking MC because I can feel a fever coming up.

Ugh, listening to myself makes me realise that I'm such a party pooper!

Good weekend

I think I had a good weekend. Well good enough. But there was an Italian restaurant that I really liked and I wanted to have dinner there on Saturday night, but didn't get to. Instead we went to this other one at One Utama, Italiannies, it was okay. But not that great. But come to think of it, I wouldn't really go there again, unless I was really hungry. For the price, it's not worth it.

But I still can't shake off this feeling of exhaustion which I still have in my shoulders and in my back. It's fatigue from moving house, packing and unpacking, and shopping for household goods and appliances... it's so tiring. I've just put up the curtains to my bedroom last Saturday. And I still haven't finished unpacking, so I'm so tired. And I just want to sleep! For a long long time.

So maybe I'll take leave on Friday. Let me think about it.

Wednesday is Merdeka. I'm not really in the Merdeka mood. And I don't really think there is such a thing as the bangsa Malaysia... not just yet at least. How can you have a bangsa Malaysia with racially segregated political parties? That's just nuts. But anyway, until 2020... who knows.

Rockstar

I really like that show Rockstar INXS. I guess I like it because it's a genre of music that I love, and I can relate to it better than American Idol/Malaysian Idol/Pop Idol/Akademi Fantasia. Every single show they're performing rock songs that I know and love, so it's actually nice to root for each of the contestants. But my favorite is Marty, because he seems really grounded and true to himself. And plus he sings really well.

Anyway, the other night, he performed a song that came from my childhood that really evoked a lot of old memories. It was "I Alone" by Live. It's funny how you remember the lyrics to a song even though you haven't heard it in a long, long, time. And it's funny how you start to remember all the little things related to that song. I have Live's cd, Throwing Copper somewhere in my house, but I haven't played it in a long while. But I remember, during the time when I was really into Live, around the age of 15/16, my best friend chucked the cassette down to me from his balcony and I didn't manage to catch it, and it hit the ground and broke. So I bought him a new one, and I bought the cd for myself.

"I Alone" and "Lightning Crashes", "Selling the Drama" and "All Over You" and all the other songs on the album really reminds me of the gang back in 5i. There was Jason, Carl, David, Wilcox, Adam, Matt and Robert. And the girls, me, Rebecca, Kerensa, Clara, Agness. And it reminded me of Jason's band. With Ian on drums, Jase on guitar and Cox on bass. And it reminded me of the video that we made for Rebecca before she left. And all these things... And I really wonder what happened to those guys, especially Jase cos he was my closest guy friend out of the bunch but the one I didn't manage to keep in touch with. He sort of found me though, and left a testimonial on my friendster, thru Clara, but he did that purposely so that I can't find him again. I think.

It would be nice to tell those guys that I'm getting married. (Yeah like in 2006/2007) They were such a big part of my life back then in boarding school, it'll be nice to have them there at my wedding. I grew up with these ppl. I was talking to an old friend of mine yesterday, and he said it'd be good to tell Carl, my ex, that I'm getting married. Not that he'd care, I think, but maybe it's just nice to let him know anyway. Yeah maybe. If I ever bump into him. Which I don't. Because I think we made a promise or a curse or something, never to see each other again, ever. Yeah. Which is why everybody else bumps into him (and they tell me about it), but I never do. Which I think is sort of cool in that spooky way.

And all these feelings came up just because of Rockstar...

Last night

The nasties follow me around everywhere. My bf calls it "setan" or "the devil". This used to happen the last time I lived alone. I'd be sleeping and suddenly I would feel someone else sitting on my bed, even though there is no one else in the house... it's freaky. Last night I was already half-asleep, then I heard something drop to the floor in my bathroom. The door of my bathroom was ajar, and I could see inside it from where I was lying down on my bed, and I could see that the towels were still hanging on the hook, and everything else is where it should be, so I freaked out.

What could it be? What could have made that noise. I called my bf, but of course he only got annoyed. He told me to check outside. I didn't know how to tell him that the noise came from inside my room. It was very loud, and very nearby. But I checked outside anyway. Nothing. None of the windows were open, the wind could not have blown anything down... So when he called again to make sure I was okay, I just told him that it must be the neighbours that moved in upstairs. It could have been, who knows?

But still the sound was unmistakable. It's one of those things you can sense. The nasties like to play tricks on you when they know you're vulnerable and alone. I hope they go away. They go away once they know you're not afraid of them anymore.

It's been so long!

I haven't updated this thing in ages... It's terrible. I've probably lost all my readers... oh well. The reason why I haven't updated it is cos I've been so busy. First my parents were packing up the house to move to Australia (they're there now with the other 2 kids). That took about a month or so of packing their stuff. Then it was my turn to pack up and move out of the house into my new apt. That took about a week... or so. I've moved in but still haven't unpacked fully. Then I needed to buy all the stuff for the house, which I'm still doing. Then I ran out of money. I'm almost broke and waiting for my salary to come in...

Then another thing is I have no internet at home. I haven't had internet at home for like more than a month. Ever since the packers came and took away all the computers at home. And we had like 3 computers. So no net, no blogging, no surfing, no chatting.

Now I'm at work, and I rarely get the chance to do much on the net except check e-mail. So that's why I've been awfully quiet lately.

I'll move back into Putrajaya in a year's time. A year and a half maybe. That's when the house I bought will be ready. Well, I didn't buy it, my dad did. And that will be my house. For when I get married. But I told my parents they can live there with me. And I'm going to have a pond... with koi in it. And a swing set outside, and a hammock. It'll be my dream house...

yeaaa right...

Come to think of it...

You know, looking back, I did have a lot of fun during my Uni days. Starting to really miss it. All that hanging out, going to class, skipping class to hang out some more... it was fun. Being really skinny. Losing weight really fast. hahaha.

Going through all my old photos, it makes me miss everything about those days. Meeting ppl for the first time. Finding out things about them you never knew. Getting to know ppl better. Making friends for life.

Yeah. Now I sorta wonder why ppl are pushing me to get married so fast. Sometimes I wish I could just turn back the clock and relive everything. Sure would be fun. I wouldn't do anything different. Live it back the same way. Yeah.

Misadventures

After having coffee with an old friend on Sunday afternoon, I decided to shop for the perfect pair of black sling-backs, closed-toe (they're shoes in case you men don't know). I figured that they'd be just what I needed to complete my outfit if I'm to visit my company's branch in Johor. My company actually has this rule that women are to wear covered shoes (and not sandals or slip-ons), but I always break that rule here, because our boss in KL isn't too strict about it, but Lord knows how strict they are in Johor... so, you know, better for me to invest in a pair of covered shoes than not.

Previously I had bought myself this inexpensive ring, with what the lady at the stall said was "fresh-water pearl" encircled with three fake diamonds (probably cubic zirconium or even quartz) shaped like leaves. So perhaps my showy (but fake) ring was what prompted the saleslady in the shoe shop to say what she said to me. Or perhaps my outfit was what prompted her. I was wearing a cotton baggy shirt and skirt. And that ring on my finger. And when I was paying for my shoes she asked me, "Are you pregnant?" Appalled, yet amused, I answered, "No... Do I look that old?"

I just had a haircut, too, earlier that morning, which the hairdresser said made me look younger. After a split second I said to myself, 'I should have asked her Do I look that fat?'

Then the saleslady said, "No, no, you don't look old. Are you married?" she asked to change the subject, knowing that I was probably offended by her earlier assumption at me being pregnant.
I thought for awhile and replied cautiosly, "Mmm... engaged." A lie, but not really. The word I should have used was 'betrothed', (to signify I've already got someone to get married to but not yet engaged) but who in the 21st century says 'betrothed'?

Then the saleslady showed surprise for some reason, and blushed, and said, "Well you know, before, Malay girls get married younger but the trend nowadays is to get married later..."

I don't know what the hell that was about. I just paid for the goods and left. Then I thought, 'I must be fatter than I thought'. I must be, or else she would never have asked me if I was pregnant. Which I'm not. And then I started to feel conscious about my boobs, cos maybe that's why she asked me if I was pregnant. And no, I'm not lactating... but why the hell would a total stranger ask me that?? I wasn't wearing maternity clothes... God maybe I really am that fat!

Hmmm... well anyway, I bought the shoes. They look great. And maybe tomorrow I'll wear them with an outfit that won't make me look pregnant. (Well hopefully.)

Batman

I watched Batman Begins over to weekend, and I thought it was pretty good. It showed the human side of the character, and I thought that was okay. Christian Bale made an okay Batman as well. You have to remember that Christian Bale was the kid in Empire of the Sun, so... I thought it would be strange to see him as Batman, but not really. And Katie Holmes wasn't bad in her first big role. I was expecting worse.

I'm starting to really like Berjaya Times Square. Because of the Borders, and the Starbucks in the Borders. And all those kooky Hong Kong fashion shops. I think I'm going to make it my new hang-out spot. That is if the roads don't get jammed when the government servants stop working on Saturdays next month. Eesh... I can just bet that they'll be out every Saturday morning shopping or sight-seeing or whatever it is they do on their free time. Or maybe they'll just sleep in... since they don't get to sleep in much on Saturdays.

But I bought this aquarium book on the "Bargain Books" shelf, and I really like. I'm really looking forward to setting up my own aquarium room when I move house. And I haven't told him yet, but my bf's going to help me make a pond at my new house! Hehehehe... I'm so excited! I love fish.

Getting hot

Is it just me or does everyone else feel that KL has been extraordinarily hot (as in weather) lately? The heat has just been giving me headaches...
Well time for more minyak cap kapak...

Traditional remedies

I had that really terrible feeling in my chest yesterday when you have trapped air but cannot burp. I felt very nauseous and dizzy, and all I wanted to do was lie down. I was at work too, and it was right after lunch. I had all these things to do, that I just couldn't go off sick. I even went to the surau and tried to lie down a bit, but that didn't work either, because the room we use for our surau was quite small, and when it's filled up with all these ladies, I started to feel really claustrophobic.

I rarely use minyak cap kapak because the smell of it is too strong, but my colleague offerred me her small bottle so I rubbed some on my chest and on my tummy. After several applications, I was able to burp and did feel a lot better. Then I found that as the minyak started to wear off, I would reapply, and I thought, "hey this stuff is really addictive." Now I want to get a bottle of my own. I had a really good friend who was addicted to minyak cap kapak and he would rub some on his temples all the time. There's something about how it smells. It is after all an essential oil. Just like the aromatherapy oils you can get from those Body Shop type places. Those Crabtree & Evelyn type shops.

I prefer to use balms myself. I can't stand Tiger Balm though. But I like this balm, my friend uses it, Bam Cap Kaki Tiga (Three Legs Brand Balm). I tried looking for it in the shop, but couldn't find it. I have a balm I always carry around called Bam Kita (Our Balm). I think it's made it in a mosque. I don't know why I just didn't use my balm yesterday. I think because I was too nauseous and subconsciously I knew that certain smells would make me feel worse.

Nice things

The thing I like about making spontaneous purchases is that I end up liking the items bought more than the other things that I own. It's always like that. Usually I don't spend unnecessarily, but last week I saw these two bracelets, and bought them without really much thought. And I wear them everyday now. (This comes from a person who rarely wears jewelry). And then just the other day I strolled into this store and bought a nice skirt, which I am wearing now.

I'm wearing it today because I want to look nice for my sayang. It's nice to dress up for the ones you love. But I'm a little worried because I look quite chubby in it. But who cares. As long as I like my outfit, that's all that counts.

You know, even that little girl at the end of J.Lo's song "Get Right" can sing better than J.Lo. But now that she's married to a guy that can really sing, hopefully he'll give her some pointers. He seemed very encouraging at the Grammys, when they were doing that duet. He kept giving her that look of encouragement when she sang her part, the same look I used to give to my classmates when they were making presentations. And then when she tried to stretch a note, her voice cracked a little. I'm surprised nobody spoke about it.

I'm not a singer, so I don't sing. Not even at home. hehe

Everyday for one week

Whew! It's been awhile eh? I've been pretty busy lately. And I just had my first encounter with the internal auditors. Thank God I'm very careful with my work, and thank God I've cleared all my outstandings so my work looks polished. I can safely say that the auditors were very impressed. My MD asked me, "Do you feel pressured Nadja?" with two auditors sitting behind me as I did my work, and I said, "Nope!" and I really meant it! Woohoo! The first test over.

I'm feeling pretty good about myself.

I have this stomach problem now. Gastric problem. So I can't just eat anything I want to anymore. Which sucks. And I can't eat nasi lemak for breakfast. Or oily food.

But I have discovered something nice. I discovered that Evening Primrose Oil capsules help to clear my nose congestion and sinuses! How about that? I didn't even buy it for that purpose. I bought it to fight excess water retention... because I realise that my thighs and my feet swell up not because I'm fat but because of water retention...

Last night's dinner

I brought my mom and the kids out to the restaurant nearby for dinner last night. The food is nothing to shout about but it was better than eating at home, and plus my dad was still in the Netherlands. We were already tucking into our food, when this party of 12 ppl came in. It was someone from my dad's office and her family. So as usual, they recognize my mom and salam her. The thing that really got me was the overly-friendly auntie. I don't even know this lady, it was the first time me and my mom had met her (it was the mom of the lady that works at my dad's office). She thought I was still in my teens, so she was being very patronizing at first. I hate that, when ppl think I'm 19. I guess cos I never bother to wear anything "my age" when I'm in my neighborhood, because please, I live right down the road, I don't feel like I need to dress up. It felt like going to your local deli to get a sandwich. You know what I mean.

So this auntie was patting my shoulder and saying to my mom, "Oh so this is your number two? All your kids will be following you on your next posting then?" And my mom was saying, no, she's (me) working... And I say, "Yeah, I'm working, so I won't be going." And this lady puts on this mock 'shock-horror' look and says, "Laa...kesian! Apasal tak nak bawak skali!" I was thinking to myself, "Oh my God, didn't I just say, I'm working, and I can't go!" I was starting to get insulted, because I knew she thought I was still 18 or 19, and I shouldn't be left alone in this country. So I say, politely, "No auntie, I think I'm old enough to live on my own. And plus I'm working so everything should be okay." And she croons back, "Oh really? How old are you this year?" (Note the "this year". A patronizing way of asking young children how old they will be. I despise condescending ppl) And I say, "I'm 25."

And she is surprised, this time she's not faking it. And she says, "Oh that's only one year younger than my daughter! When she's gone (she's going on her first overseas posting) you can take her place! You can come to auntie's house anytime..."

Now I know she's trying to be friendly, but I was appalled. Firstly, how can you ask a stranger to take your daughter's place, and how can you ask that same stranger to come to your house anytime? That's just nuts. Plus her daughter was sitting right behind us, so like if she heard this whole conversation, I'm sure she'd be insulted. I did not respond at all. I don't think so. I think at that moment my mom, being the good diplomat that she is, changed the subject so that I wouldn't have to reply.

But it was the strangest, most funniest thing a stranger has ever said to me.

Pinky diamond ring

I am looking for a really good design of the pinky diamond ring. Men's. I did a search on Google, but all sorts of stuff came up, and not the type I'm looking for. I wonder if I should just design it myself. I'm very particular about the jewelry I wear, and I won't wear something gaudy, so the same should apply to men. So I'm looking for nice designs for the pinky diamond ring. With a gemstone in the middle. If anyone has seen photos of nice ones, pls forward them to me.

Today I'm going to the new Borders in Berjaya Times Square. If it's anything like the Borders in Singapore, then I'll be pretty happy. I'm almost about done reading the book I'm reading now, so time to get a new book. I already know what I want, too, I just hope the shop has it. I know I can find it in Kinokuniya.

My hair is going through that stage where it's growing out. Kinda messy. Starting to have wings. But in a few more weeks it'll be shoulder length. Or so I hope. Then maybe I'll think about permanently straightening it. But my hair is the stubborn type. Eeesh.

What to do??

It's another 3 day weekend!! Woohoo!! What to do... what to do... so much sleep to catch up on, so much to do...

You know, you don't really feel like an adult until you've had your first credit card. Yeah. And I just got mine. So being totally childish about it.

I clicked on to the Adidas global website this morning, and it's really a cool site ya? And they've got nice stuff for the new season too. Hmmm, I wish we had an adidas concept store in Malaysia. I wish stuff wasn't so overpriced.

Need to lose weight

This is something that I've always wanted to do, but no matter how I try, I still end up gaining weight, and not losing it... I'm so afraid that I'll eventually end up the same size as my mom and my aunts... that is such a depressing thought! So... I'm going on a diet. Yes. Eating only a sandwich at lunch, wholemeal. But I'm not sure how effective that will be. I usually don't take rice for dinner anyway. Rice is the main culprit of weight gain, the carbs. But bread is also carbohydrate... so... I don't know...

Of course I need to exercise more. I'll jog more. Usually I'm so tired when I get back from work, I have no mood for exercising! So what should I do?

My target is 5 kg. Start small. Then work harder.

Drink 100plus when I get tired at the office. (My bf suggested that).
I was really tickled though, when I found out my bosses (who are all men) are on the Atkins diet... it works for them, but I doubt it'll work for me...

That lonely, quiet country...

My good friend Emma, who is now back in NZ, was with me in Secondary 2 and 3 in Brunei. It was a very small school, and there were lots of other girls named Emma. Right Emma? It's nice to hear from her after all this time because it reminds me of a time when life was so simple. Things were very sort of easy and simple in Brunei, without every really being easy. Because you had to throw out your own trash at the landfill (there were no garbage collectors), there was limited Internet access, new phone lines took months and months to set up, there was no McDonalds, 2 major supermarkets, maybe 3... What other amenities were missing? Well, I can't remember, but for a time, there was no public transport either, but then they began to introduce the buses and taxis that would take you anywhere for $1.00 or $3.00, respectively.

There was Jerudong Park, which we kids went to like 2-3 times a month. All our birthdays were celebrated there, except for mine, because I always threw pool parties at home. And do you remember the time when that kid, I forgot his name, jumped off my roof to dive into my pool? That was so weird. And we weren't even high or drunk! Imagine if we were... but we were so young back then...

Now that we're older, sometimes I wonder how our time in Brunei helped to shape us into the adults that we've become now? Did it contribute a lot to our present character and personality, or not at all? Sometimes I think the time we spent in that quiet country was so traumatic (due to its isolative factors) that it contributed a whole chunk to how we are now. Isolation makes us into either creative or destructive creatures, or both. Which one have I become?

Lazy mornings...

I've got a headache this morning. From not being able to breathe right last night when sleeping. The bosses aren't in today so I'm blogging. Plus I have no mood to do any work cos of my headache. The sky looks so strange today.

I slept for like about 15 mins in the car before pulling myself out and unlocking the office. Some weird guy with one good eye (his right eye) was looking at me strangely, and I gave him one of my stares back. Like, "Whatchu lookin at?? Eleh..." Those ppl give me the creeps cos they look like they're dying for a fuck... with any chick... Eee.

Now I've got nothing else to say so I'm going to start work... *Yawn...

My four-day weekend

I'm reading acclaimed Turkish author Orhan Pamuk's newest novel "Snow". I've already read his other book, "My Name is Red". His newest book "Snow" makes me wonder when I'm going to start wearing a tudung or headscarf like other Muslim women everywhere. Reading the book makes me feel proud, happy and relieved that I live in Malaysia, where the state is secular, and Muslims are liberal and tolerant. I feel sorry for the Muslim girls and women in Europe who aren't allowed to cover their heads in schools and universities because it is seen as a symbol of "political Islam", or as a symbol of religion. I wonder why ppl can't just see it as a piece of clothing or a fashion accessory? After all, married women in Spain and Italy cover their hair with a scarf when going to the market, and they're not even Muslim. And when ladies drive around in a convertible in the countryside, they'll wear a scarf around their heads to prevent their hair from blowing all over the place. I don't see the big deal in banning the headscarf in public places. In Turkey, women members of their parliament aren't allowed inside the building wearing a headscarf. That's so pitiful.

But anyway... enough of all this "hard" stuff. I'd just like to say that I really like the way Orhan Pamuk writes. It sounds as if he's recounting an episode that really took place in his life. He describes movements, people's faces and expressions, their tone of voice. Which is why I like it because it doesn't feel like I'm reading a work of fiction, but something non-fiction. (I like to read non-fiction travelogues... my favorite form of literature.) Even when the work by Pamuk's been translated from Turkish to English, I can see that his writing is very up-front and very honest. Which is the way I've always wanted to write. So, I like this man's work very much.

Today is the last day of my four-day weekend. Wow. It was really nice to do all that stuff that I did. I don't feel like going to work tomorrow as usual after a long holiday. (But it wasn't even long. Later on I'll have to take 8-10 days off in a row.) And today I did something I've always wanted to do, and that was go to Nilai 3 and buy kain. Buying material has always been something I do with relish. It's like the same feeling a small child would get being put in a candy store with money to spend. Or a toy shop. That was the feeling I got. Surrounded by rolls and rolls of material to make baju. And everything machine washable and affordable (I won't say 'cheap' because that would give the reader the impression that the material was of poor quality). Most of my baju kurung have to be dry-cleaned, so it was such a relief to buy some kain that was washable.

Baju kurung is the easiest thing to put on for work in the morning, because you don't have to accessorize. If you wear a shirt and pants, both top and bottom have to match... shoes have to match... etc etc. And I'm such a lazy person in the morning, that I can't be bothered sometimes to match clothes, so I just put on a baju kurung. Plus I'm kinda big on top so shirts have the tendency to look very tight on me, and I hate looking fat.

So Nilai 3 is this place that looks like a border town bazaar. It's how I imagined the border between Russia and Asia or the Middle East to be like, with lots of different merchants selling cloth, furniture and other goods. All the shops were in these warehouses and the heat in them was stifling. There were lots of electrical goods and toys from China I noticed. Lots of fake Barbie dolls that looked really nice. As if they were real Barbies. There were plenty of kedai kain around to my amazement. And lots of them sold really cheap material, around RM3.00 - RM4.00 per meter. But they were the polyster-feeling type of cloth that was coarse and if you wore a dress made out of it, it would make you feel hot, so I didn't buy any of that. But it was just amazing to be there anyway because if you go to Jalan TAR in KL, they'd probably sell the same stuff double or triple the price.

Anyway, not that you want to hear, but I bought 4 different patterns of cloth and I'm very happy with my purchase. The only thing left to do is to send them off to the tailor to make my baju. Next week, I'll have to bring my mom... she wants me to bring her...