Thursday, December 23, 2010


When there’s nothing I can say to make things better
I sling my arm around your shoulder like a sweater
Try to bear some of the burden that you're wearing
But I can't seem to lift you

There's nothing that makes me smile like your laughter
But this is not quite your happily ever after
Comedy or tragedy, we'll write this one together
I'll be there for you

We’ll rally, rally
We’ll rally around you
We’ll rally, rally around you.

When every gift I'd give is not befitting
And I see it in your eyes, the thought of quitting
I gather all my strength and then the people who love you
We're here now for you

We’ll rally, rally
We’ll rally around you
We’ll rally, rally around you.

A band of two keeps warmer than just one
And a strand of three is not easily broken

We’ll rally, rally
We’ll rally around you
We’ll rally, rally around you.

Thanks so so much to everyone who ordered.

Thanks PakNip for introducing me to Allie Moss

Monday, December 20, 2010

Up and Giving

Thanks so much Suhail!

The pain still persists and the sore has developed into ulcers. I shun from verbalizing my thoughts and with little said, little gets understood and almost none gets done. Since I couldn't eat much, I should be losing a whole lot of weight and so I wished. But in my recuperation, the best thing to take is ice cream, so, instead of losing I might have probably piled on some more. I love ice cream. Ice cream makes me happy tee hee hee. So tak pe la, it is a consolation of some sort.

The kids and I are most of the time inside the house. We hardly go out, not even onto the porch. They never asked to be outside, somehow contented just looking out. They are always running up and down conducting science experiments, placing foreign items into the freezer or soaking things in a sink of soap, trailing ants to their nests and when they are done with everything else they would just bury their faces in my flabby arms and tummy before running back to the adventure they put on hold. Their rooms become Noah's Ark sailing perpetually into the horizon. I do scream when they take it outside their room and Noah's Ark transforms to be tongkang pecah and that is surely not good in a mother's tired eyes.

When days are shady and windy like these, I get melancholic and reflective for many reasons. Reasons that take me far into my past where friends were scarce and friendships were expensive. This feeling was spurred when I opened a box full of old letters and found revelations to how things worked out the way they did. How a separation took place, how new beginnings took charge. Amongst other things I rediscovered thousands of words my better other had for me. Comforting words composed in intoxicating sincerity and honesty, surprisingly never once too overwhelming to the soul. But it does leave me to wonder in extreme curiosity, could one be deprived of words over a period of time, could one run out of what to say after a while? I never ceased to wonder in this silent mode of mine as it is my turn to be robbed of words
... but unfortunately not at all of thoughts.

I AM being a friend and I DO wish you all the happiness in this world. But could you say the same thing to me some 16 years ago?

Friday, December 17, 2010

I Just Wanna Be Ok

Thanks Diyana!

It's been three days now and it doesn't look like the pain is going to subside anytime soon. I haven't been smiling lately, neither have been eating properly to the dismay of my big appetite. Talking is done only when necessary but most of the time forced, to hush the screaming kids who are forever fighting over who pushed who first. My throat hurts, my gums swell, my cheek droops and I could hear the nerves around the oral area pounding at every beat of my heart ait mcm bunyi lyric lagu plaks.

I took a considerable amount of pain killer these past few days and somehow it has affected my sleeping pattern, and so I think. I find it hard to sleep now. It's 4am when I am writing this and I am wide awake enjoying the rhythm of the other half's audible breathing. I might as well wait for subuh prayers and do a little bit of work here and there.

The trip to the dentist was a long over due one. I had a cavity the size of Niagara Falls in my molar for more than a month. I knew it would have cost me more than I was willing to pay, hence the delay. But at last I decided to follow a friend thanks aunty Ida yang lawa who recommended me to go to a klinik kerajaan if I wanted it to be done free of charge. I only had to pay 1rgt for registration and for 1rgt you can't really ask for a red carpet treatment can you? You get what you pay for of course, and I am not complaining only thankful. Beggars can't be choosers.

I am just glad that the worst is behind me. I look forward to feeling ok again, hopefully soon. I miss smiling, I miss eating, I miss screaming at my kids, I miss laughing at their silly jokes and mostly I miss talking to the better other. But you know what? I get the feeling he is enjoying this quite period. Benc tau. Tapi tak per, saya akan qado balik and he will have triple of my talking ration in days to come.

Thanks for the opportunity!

Happy Friday everyone.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

This Old Love of Mine

...was once the greatest in what he loved best. He trained hard, played harder but took defeats the hardest. When he plays, he plays to win, even at friendly games, even at petang2 memanaskankan badan untuk orang2 yang berumur 35tahun ke atas matches, even at kids' football and sports events, even at lari dalam guni runs! Owhhh, you should see him shout.

During these times, I would be the one standing very far, seated at the end corner of the stadium or sometimes at kids' sports day, not present at all, sebab maluuuuuuuuuuu. His over zealousness would either bring out the best or the undesirably worst in you.


when Malaysia played against Indonesia the other day, he was in front of the tele with my nephews who came to spend the holiday with makyang. In a nutshell, Malaysia was playing, like Malaysia always plays, not up to the expectation. He verbalized his disappointments, frustrations and anger so animatedly in front of the boys and I could hear the boys' silence, drowning in my other half's loud support for the country.

The very next day, when my husband was out to work, my nephews came to me and asked. "...makyang, terror sangat ker Alang tu main bola?" I responded with "...kenapa tanya?" "...idaklerr, sebab masa tengok Malaysia main semalam, aaaaAlang (my nephew ni gagap sikit) tu marah sangat, jerit2 panggil pemain2 tu anak kambing." I mmbbeekk-ed with laughter and quickly smsed the loud half about this and his answer was "...bring em boys to the stadium petang ni, and tengok Bapak Kambing main macam mana!"

So, pada petang yang bahagia itu, merangkaklah anak2 kambing bersama ibu kambing untuk menyaksikan bapak kambing bermain dalam final match of his University league.

Antara anak2 kambing yang hadir bukan untuk memberi sokongan tapi untuk menantikan kekalahan Alang dalam perlawanan ini.

He was the captain and this was after the tossing of the coin.

Let's play ball!

Alang was running up and down chasing after the ball, and the kids and I could see that he was giving his 200 % against a team which consisted of younger players. The highlight of the game was when he scored the first goal right before the half time whistle and all of us stood up and jumped from our seats clapping and cheering.

The waterboy and the captain during half time.

The second half saw the team performing even better. The opposition's goal keeper missed 2 more goals and that determined the winner of the final match with a 3 - 0 score. I think it was one of the best games I have seen him played so far. And I also think he owed it to the anak2 kambing for making that questionable statement which pushed him to do his best.

Everyone was in high spirits after that. My kids were very proud of the father's win, I was even prouder and my nephews, well, they then knew how serious and how meaningful football is to their Alang. It also proved to them that Alang indeed played for the country before, which all this while they thought was just a hoax. I could just write and write how good a player he is but nothing would compensate the time he missed not playing for the country.

Regaling the team's win.

No matching cake pictures for this entry folks. More of that in the next entry insyaallah.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Fear Factor

Thanks so much Haziq's mum. So sorry I didn't get your name.

I live in a constant fear that every time I crack an egg, a little embryo is going to plop out. And being a baker doesn't help to ease this anxiety any better. I crack eggs more than 40 times a week and each knock sends a shudder down my spine. I close my eyes every time the need to do so arises and will take a peek through a half closed eyelids to check if there are any blood spots in the bowl or worse still a half formed chick. I think I develop more wrinkles around my eyes compared to anyone else my age due to the never ending cringe. That is also probably the reason why I don't include cake lapis in my wares. Each cake has like 30 egg yolks in them, imagine doing 4 cakes a week, that's more than a 100 times of cringing.

Another silly phobia I need to address everyday is opening cupboards. A host of creatures are feared to jump on my head or crawl on my feet or slide in my baju. Not to mention the phobia of when I have to go out and put my shoes on. Lizards, creepy crawlies or even rats might take refuge in my shoes. It has all happened before, the plopping of embryo, the jumping of spider on my head and the squashing of lizard in my shoe. Semua dah jadi dah. Itu yang saya takut tu.

If you think my phobias are a little too silly, I would like to invite you to take a look at a long list of even funnier phobias that exist in this world.
But the worst phobia of all the phobias that I have, is pentheraphobia. Destructive in nature, the scariest of them all. Do google to find out.

Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing (my kids have this, haih)
Aerophobia- Fear of swallowing air
Ambulophobia- Fear of walking
Anablephobia- Fear of looking up
Anemophobia- Fear of wind
Anthrophobia- Fear of flowers
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof ofthe mouth. (apakah?)
Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers (my sis and I have this, hahahaha)

Batophobia- Fear of being close to high buildings
Bibliophobia- Fear of books
Blennophobia- Fear of slime
Bogyphobia- Fear of the bogeyman

Cathisophobia- Fear of sitting
Catoptrophobia- Fear of mirrors
Chromatophobia- Fear of colors
Chronophobia- Fear of time
Chronomentrophobia- Fear of clocks
Cibophobia- Fear of food (my sister and I definitely do not have this)
Clinophobia- Fear of going to bed

Deciophobia- Fear of making decisions
Dendrophobia- Fear of trees
Dextrophobia- Fear of objects at the right side of the body
Didaskaleinophobia- Fear of school

Eisoptrophobia- Fear of mirrors
Eleutherophobia- Fear of freedom
Eosophobia- Fear of daylight
Epistemophobia- Fear of knowledge
Ergophobia- Fear of work
Ereuthophobia- Fear of the color red

Geliophobia- Fear of laughter
Geniophobia- Fear of chins
Genuphobia- Fear of knees
Geumaphobia- Fear of taste
Graphophobia- Fear of writing (my son is having this or more of, not wanting to write at all)

Heliophobia- Fear of the sun
Hemophobia- Fear of blood
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words (they might just as well put all the alphabets there)
Hypnophobia- Fear of sleep( my mom, definitely doesn't have this)

Ichthyophobia- Fear of fish
Ideophobia- Fear of ideas

Kainophobia- Fear of anything new

Lachanophobia- Fear of vegetables( oh, if my kids knew this term, they would use it on me so everyday!)
Leukophobia- Fear of the color white
Levophobia- Fear of objects to the left side of the body
Linonophobia- Fear of string
Melanophobia- Fear of the color black
Melophobia- Fear of music
Metrophobia- Fear of poetry
Mnemophobia- Fear of memories
Mottephobia- Fear of moths

Nephophobia- Fear of clouds
Nomatophobia- Fear of names

Octophobia- Fear of the number 8
Ommetaphobia- Fear of eyes
Oneirophobia- Fear of dreams
Ophthalmophobia- Fear of opening one’s eyes
Ostraconophobia- Fear of shellfish

Panophobia- Fear of everything
Papyrophobia- Fear of paper
Paraskavedekatriaphobia- Fear of Friday the 13th
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people
Phengophobia- Fear of daylight
Phobophobia- Fear of fear
Photophobia- Fear of light
Phronemophobia- Fear of thinking
Pogonophobia- Fear of beards

Sciophobia- Fear of shadows
Selenophobia- Fear of the moon
Siderophobia- Fear of stars
Sophophobia- Fear of learning

Triskadekaphobia- Fear of the number 13

Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow

Sib baik I don't have phobias for cakes! lol

Thanks so much Sherene!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Just The Way He Is

Thanks Dear!

"...If only." fussed my sister.

The two words were then followed with a train of thoughts which gushed out from our system. My sister and I just rolled our eyes accepting the fate that has befallen us. We somehow knew, never in our lifetime will we ever be bestowed with such a sweet gesture from our husbands. I chuckled at the very improbability of ever receiving such a response from my better other and would laugh out even more if he did find this entry to his comprehension. I guess it is just not in his faculty of understanding to attempt such a thing. It is just the way he is.

But the song I am hooked to right now oozes the "aaaww" reaction at every corner of the melody. I listened to it out loud, in my heart, in my mind, turning the volume extra loud in the presence of my husband whilst he was driving and singing it again in the shower, in the kitchen just to ignite any kind of curiosity from him. Sometimes upon failure after failures, I would unashamedly suggest that he'd play this song with his band and maybe just maybe he'd take notice of the lyrics and go "...hey, this is something I would like to say to my wife!, what a cool song." But of course, that structured line would be something you hear in Sesame Street only LOL!

Anyway, after major hint drops which resulted in more catastrophic disappointments, I voiced out to him pathetically, "...Awak tak nak dedicate lagu "Just The Way You Are" by this Bruno guy kat saya ker?" He swerved to look at me and said, "...ok sure!" and continued triumphantly with "...awak nak saya dedicate lagu apa lagi, cakap jer, nanti saya dedicate kat awak k!" without even trying to listen to the song first or asking me what the song is all about ...TAU! hahahahaha.

It is just the way he is. Love him to bits though.

So marilah saya perasan sorang2 diri dan let my imagination run wild with him singing me this song, minus the bruno hat.

Hit it Bruno!

*Latest update: I had this song on when my son came from the back, singing along with his feet and hands all over the place, twirled to me just in time to sing " are amazing, just the way you are." Lagu ni ingatkan Anin to mama la. huhuhuhu

Thanks Sis!

Just The Way You Are

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Her nails, her nails
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
Id never ask you to change
If perfect is what you're searching for
Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Fly With Me to L.A.: The Finale

First of all I would like to apologize for writing this in such haste. The pictures are too many, in the thousands, the stories that go along with each one are too lengthy to share. I know Lisa is counting on me to regale everything as each one has its own significance in this memorable journey of ours. But sometimes words run away from me especially when things need to be sorted out in the currency of time.

Before we brushed shoulders with some of the world's famous Hollywood stars, we dropped by at the Farmer's Market for breakfast.

Lisa looking high and low for halal restaurant. She was hungry for red meat. Kan baru kena kokak dgn Dracula tadi. Deep into the market our eyes were transfixed to this...

Dengan hati yang girang gumbira, sambil menyanyi2 lagu abang P. Ramlee(enida jgn marah) dan berlari anak2 kecil, kami pun mengorak langkah untuk menikmati makanan kampung halaman yang telah lama ditinggalkan, 10 hari lama ok!) The staff at the counter looked tanned and we felt at home. But we couldn't really understand their language though. So we spoke in Malay, kira macam terjumpa sedara la ceritanya. But alangkah terkejutnya kami, mereka sepatah pun tak memahami bahasa kami. We then had the natural tendency to question the halal status of this restaurant. And to our dismay it was not halal. It was so near yet so far kinda situation for us, especially when kami telah pun terhidu aroma nasi lemak, laksa, mee kari dan sebagainya. Well in the end we quietly settled for this instead...alhamdulillah .

Keju dan singkong... ahaks.

LA is a vibrant city. The multitude of cultures of the people contribute to the interesting hues. The splashes of colours found at Little Mexico along Olvera Street were just gorgeous to the eyes.

Beginilah rupa Lisa setelah kenyang.

Kebetulan ada pesta tari-menari disitu. Seronok apabila dpt menyaksikan orang2 asli Mexico ni mempersembahkan kebudayaan mereka. Jika anda perhatikan betul2 Lisa pun mengambil bahagian dalam acara ini, gambar pertama dari kiri ;o)

Other than locating the Route 66, Lisa had another task she was assigned to accomplish. Her dearest husband is a fan of LA Ink, a tattoo show shown on Astro. Her husband is attracted to the graphic beauty of it, not the tattooing on skin part, mind you. She had the address of the shop scribbled down somewhere and has been sweet talking the driver to take a swing to the designated address. And to our surprise the pakcik driver was kind enough to drive us there with no extra charge. We went in hoping to see Kat Von D in action but unfortunately she wasn't around.

Lisa @ LA Ink

Before we adjourned to the Walk of Fame, the very reason why we made the trip all the way to Los Angeles, we passed by many of Hollywood's finest attractions. One of them was...

Walt Disney's Concert Hall

We could not contain our excitement any longer. We were here to see the stars. The stars apparently can be spotted at the intersection of Hollywood Blvd and Highland Avenue. The famous Hollywood tourist attractions such as hand/footprints in the cement courtyard of the Chinese Theatre, the Kodak Theatre, Hollywood and Highland entertainment complex, Madame Tussaud's all greedily can be found near to each other.

Like Lisa, I was also on an important mission. I had Drewbarry More to track down, all in the name of love for the other half, or in the name of guilt sebab husband kena tinggal, we headed to Hollywood's Walk of Fame. In an instance the first star we set our eyes on was the sexiest of Hollywood signing her autograph in the blocked cement.

...hello world! I lurrrrvvve you, yes you!

...kemudian, Lisa flew high with Superman on his back. The problem was, Superman tak perasan pun Lisa was tagging along. After dumping Richard Gere aka donkey, Lisa became Lois Lane for the day.

Drew Barrymore, finally. My husband just adores her sebab she has the same hair colour as mine kahkahkah...apakah?

Many have asked us if we saw anyone famous but to our dissapointment, we didn't, folks. The closest encounter was this...

We were having ice-cream at Farmer's Market one afternoon when Lisa yelped, "...wiz, itu Black Eyed Peas' car. I bet they are here somewhere..." and our eyes went wild for awhile.

And to answer your curiosity, the star who stepped out of the limousine in my previous entry was...jeng jeng jeng

...LISA! ...jeerrr

We abducted a white Limo one fine day and romanced it like we have never romanced anything inanimate before LOL!

...and you know what folks? Michael Jackson wasn't alone that day...

...coz I was there with him ;o)

He may no more be with us but his star is the most photographed on a daily basis. People were seen swarming around it, touching it, lying beside it, running their fingers through his name just to indicate their support and how much he was being missed.

As I walked away counting the stars below, it gleamed on me that my blessings superceded the number of Stars on the boardwalk. I realized I had a lot to be thankful for and being thankful, indeed, made up the bulk of this trip.

And to you who finds time to be here and read words that don't matter, my heartfelt thanks...
to you too.

The End.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Running Away

Ever since I was a child I have always harboured the thought of running away every time this heart of mine felt small or whenever I sensed discriminations amongst siblings and friends. I would sit in my room at the corner of my bed, flipping the pages of this big dark blue covered book. In it I got lost with the character Wee Willie Winkie who has a special ticket that will take him anywhere around the world. He always travels with his brown bag, in his stripped pyjamas. Obviously he was dreaming. I mapped all the places he visited in my head and vowed to run away one day for the adventure of a life time.

Apparently, today would be the day. I am running away just for a while with FAMILY so they too can see and feel what I saw and experienced in this little head of mine 28 years ago.

A promise to the kids and the other half that I would never walk away from them like I did at the airport last year, would be fulfilled today.

Alhamdulillah this time, they are coming with me!

How does a stay at home mum who only bakes and teaches part time single handedly finances this trip you might wonder?.

With creativity and endless of Duas and of course with lots of faith in the two pockets full of sunshine I constantly carry with me.

Ps. thanks mak and ayah for the much needed help. We will have you in our thoughts and prayers.

Thanks so so much Iwan. You made it happen! Now, everyone can fly with me.

ps. Will finish LA after I come back. Catcha later Folks. Muahs.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Fly With Me To L.A. Part 3

It was hard not to tap and hum to the familiar tune of "Pretty Woman" when we passed by this building here on the left. It was where the character played by Julia Roberts received her first taste of the high- life. The hotel, Regent Beverly Wilshire, located at the foot of Rodeo Drive in the heart of Beverly Hills is definitely the place to be if you are not financially challenged. It was told that a "Pretty Woman" getaway can be recreated for the the apparently well-heeled couples.

I love Richard Gere in this movie. It's probably the white hair and the smiling eyes. I told my husband that I look forward to having his hair turn white one day. He reciprocated with "...not until you look like Julia Roberts" Menci! ;o)

After jalan2 and perasan2 on the street of Rodeo Drive we drove ourselves nuts at Universal Studios pulak! We terrorized the place with our screams and shouts on all the rides available. The queue to the rides were moderately long. The longest was perhaps at the Simpsons' Ride.

When we saw the queue, we presumed it would be the best ride this theme park had to offer. Best is defined in theme park language as always the scariest. Along the way, there were warnings that this ride was not for the faint hearted. The description of the ride was also sketched and looking at the trail, I repeatedly asked Lisa, " we really need to do this?" But we were far into the queue and our turn was just around the corner. Rugila if we were to back out then. Did we do it? O yes we did! Was it scary? In a Simpson-ish way it was. ;o)

Lisa, wishing for Richard Gere...

...and poof! Dracula appeared before her very neck. So she gave it a second attempt for Richard Gere...

but she didn't wish hard enough and poof!, she got Donkey instead! Donkey pun Donkey la, janji ada white hair. lol

The two desperate housewives in the end was fairly appeased when they encountered the information board below. Their only wish was to be reunited with the other desperate housewives on the set. Naturally they didn't want to slack in terms of gossiping and minding other people's affairs all in the name of upholding the values on Wisteria Lane. And so they scurried back to their beautiful houses.

This is mine.(Susan's)

This is Lisa's (not sure ni rumah sapa, your guess?)

We ended our visit to the Universal Studios with the Water World Show. Excellent ending to a perfect day.

Next: L.A. The Finale.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Fly With Me To LA Part2

The sunny weather felt familiar to the touch of our skin. We felt at home right away the moment we touched down L.A. The chaos at LAX with endless streams of guests from all over the world did not intimidate us the least. The Airport felt familiar though, a cross between Bus Stand Klang and KLIA, not too fancy, not too hagged. ;o)

Everyone dressed and looked like movie stars, flaunting designer wears. The fanciest item I had on me, on the other hand was the Crocs imitation, an RM10 pair of shoes which served me dutifully well thus far. We were hoping to steal glimpses of Hollywood Stars being bugged by paparazzi and cameras flashing and clicking all the way. Sighting stars like Drew Berrymore, Cameron Diaz, Tom Cruise or maybe the Bradgelina troupe stepping out from a white limousine, would seal the whole Hollywood deal. We spotted limousines countless of times, and waved unknowingly at the person behind the dark screen. A star might wave back at us, well you'll never know. lol!

The Hotel we checked into was 20 minutes away from the Airport and a 10 minute walk from the nearest mall. The mall became the convenient store for us in the next couple of days, ending our days with vegetarian dinners and sweet treats of pies right before we tucked ourselves to bed. Not to mention devouring on buckets of caramelised popcons in between. Lisa and I were intoxicated with sugar most of the time and laughing ourselves silly every time we dived in face first, into ice cream, cookies, chips and popcorn. That's USA in summary!

For the convenience of two makciks travelling sans the company of men, we opted to take a ride on the VIP tours for security purposes. The van picked us up at our hotel and took us around the trendiest, most visited places around LA. Beverly Hills, Santa Monica, Rodeo Drive, Venice Beach to name a few. Below are some of the pictures.

Lisa feeling like one of the kids in Beverly Hills 90210

Beverly Hills ni dikhabarkan oleh tour guide kami, dihuni lebih ramai orang kaya Arab drp mat salleh.

Venice Beach as you see in Baywatch.

Sebenarnyakan we were quite disappointed sebab pantai ni tak seindah yg digambarkan dalam Baywatch series tu. Macam rundown jer. The beaches we get over this side of our world are much more scenic. So you didn't really miss anything.

Santa Monica

Many movies were shot here. The Pier is shown in movies like Beverly Hills Cop III, Forrest Gump, Iron Man, and Hannah Montana: The Movie. It was quite a happening place to be.

Rodeo Drive

Rodeo Drive of Beverly Hills, is famous for its haute couture fashion shopping. You can find all the designers' label here including Jimmy Choo! We didn't get ourselves anything from here, nothing matched the amount of dollars we have left. Even the air tasted expensive.

That's all for now folks. Will bring you to other places of interest in the next entry where these shoes gallantly stepped with much reverence on people your hearts throb for. While waiting, maybe you can guess who was the superstar that stepped out from this limousine. Boleh jerit

A star about to disembark the white horse. Who who who? Tungggguuuuuu!