I won a lucky draw!

Yup you heard it right, there.

We just got back from this fund-raising dinner tonight, celebrating the retirement of a prominent politician of the state (who used to be Neil's boss at work).

Frankly speaking, I've never been to such dinner, you know with LOTS of politicians and big-shots in the guest list, and were truly surprised that I had a great time there.

Throughout the night, there were a few selected speakers, whom each gave a 3-minute speech, toasting (or sometimes roasting too) the above-mentioned retiring guy. Some were serious, some were funny, and a guy even wrote a song and sang it there too.

And of course, everybody made me feel comfortable too, saying hi's (from those whom I've met in other circumstances before) and doing small chats.

The best thing that happened in the night was of course when they started announcing the raffles ticket winners. We didn't buy the raffles since we already paid to attend the dinner itself. (It IS after all a FUND-raising dinner to start with, remember?!) BUT when they announced the three winners of the door-prize, meaning from the tickets we bought to attend the function, MY name was announced as one of the lucky ones!

"Ticket #164, *pause to check from the long list of guests* The name's Azmi , from Table 7"

Woohoo!

You see, I've won loads of other things in my life before. Free CDs. DVDs. Movie tickets. Free meals. Etc. But never anything from the lucky draw like that.

I was supposed to be collecting a wine bottle for my winning ticket at the end of the dinner, but somebody must have swiped it first, so the organiser had decided to replace it with a free bottle of wine port; The Bassendean 'Centenary 2001' Vintage Port 1998, produced by the families of the former WA Labor Senator Giles.

We've had the port before and it was pretty good. And also good to have it around the house too, especially when having guests over for dinner, as the post-dessert drinks. Yum.

Anyway, truth to be told, it wasn't really the gift that counts, but the exciting thought that I've actually won something for free that night, that really matters. Hehe.. I know.. I'm the biggest cheapskate in the entire universe.

:-P

raoul rules!

Ladies & gentlemen, I feel so much better today!

Although I have to admit it, after yesterday's unfortunate incident, the suspense still lingers.. if you know what I mean.. Haha..

On a lighter note, thanks to jazz, and her recent comment in her blog entry.. I've discovered this guy.

Here you go.. Go on, *drools* if you must!

To the uninitiated like me, he's Raoul Bova. Yes jazz, it's R-A-O-U-L, with an "O" in the middle.

Yup, you mis-spelt it girl.
Shame on you! :-P

Here's another one of him. Mmmmmm.. sexy!

Gosh.. where have I been to all this while? How come I've never heard of this man before?! *drools* Was he some Italian actor or something?

Okay.. *blushes* I have to admit I haven't bothered YET reading his profiles in his official website. Awww.. come ON! With body face like THAT, who in their right frame of mind would even bother reading?! Duh!

Okay.. one more pic. The last one for today, I promise!

*sigh* I wish I were THAT lucky bitch.

Damn you lucky dog!

mean beans

Okay, now what the hell is wrong with me?

I'm just about to finally get over the flu thingy, and now I'm back with a tummy trouble. And it all started yesterday noon, at Mark's.

We were there at his place to watch the live footy game on the telly, with him and his brother. And Mark being a good host and a great cook he is, would always prepared a nice hot lunch. This time it was some meat stew cooked together with beans. LOTS of beans.

Now.. BEANS. Somehow, that name sort of rings a bell.. as if it triggers some not-so-distant unpleasant memories to this yours truly.

*insert flashback music here*

You see, in our last trip to Paris sometime in October last year, on one of the nights there, we decided to be adventurous and really eat like the locals. And when I said locals, it wasn't just your average french cuisine; it was the North African/Algerian cuisine, since the hotel where we were staying at is located smack in a middle of a district, where melting pot of people from different ethnicities and background live, work and play.

After over-coming our usual language barrier in ordering our meals, the waiting game starts, and eventually our meals arrived. Mine was a hot bowl of beans soup. Hmmmm.. My instinct instantly told me that maybe this wasn't quite a good idea after all to start with.

To cut the story short, I ate the soup as much as I could, since I was quite hungry that night, especially after a full-day walking around the romantic city, and a bowl of hot soup didn't sound so bad at all considering it was a chilly autumn night there to boost.

Oh boy.. BAD mistake.

The next morning, I was feeling a tad bit queesy and bloated in the tummy. Gassy I guess. Kembung perut masuk angin, that's how my mom would describe it.

And of course, the fishy tapas meal I had for lunch the next day, in this nice tiny Spanish restaurant (in France!) didn't quit agree with the beans soup I had the night before. So there you go.. it feels like I had Bombay Delhi^ belly right in the heart of Paris. Suh-weet. Heh.

Luckily, the fact that I restrain myself from eating anything serious for the next 24-hours after that, helps minimise my tummy trouble.. and managed to let me enjoy the remainder of our trip there.

*flashback music ends*

Now back to the main story.

Back at Mark's, I knew I should have restrain myself from eating too much of the beans stew, but somehow, being the idiot that I am, I pigged out myself. After all, it was a delicious meal!

Let's just say Sunday afternoon ended on a high note, despite our team the West Coast Eagles boys lost to the Sydney Swans, after putting up a good decent fight, at the SCG.

Today on the other hand was a whole different story. Not only, my tummy was bloated (started last night before I went to bed), I was also feeling all queesy in my throat, as if i'm going to throw up.

And then I had THE incident too.

Well you know, when you get all gassy, people tend to fart a lot too. Except this time, a little tiny unwanted surprise decided to tag along. Not much though, since FORTUNATELY, I've already been to the toilet like TWICE that morning. So nothing major came out (*phew!*), but the smelly pong that came with it was really enough to knock me off and faint for hours.

Thanks a LOT you bloodyfreakin' Mr Beans.

Luckily, I was at home, so a quick change of clothes ensued, and like all good husband I decided to do my laundry early, this week! Haha..

Boy.. what a day it has been. Bean? :-P

This proves it all.
After 32-wonderful-years growing up, I finally found out that I'm beans-intollerant.

With all pun intended:
I shouldn't have bean eating those bloodyfuckin' BEANS in the first place.
And of course, I could also claim that I HAVE really bean there, done that!

Ewwww.. NOT a pretty sight, I tell ya'!

*****

^EDITED 3rd August 2005: After I double-checked it with hubby.. Hehe!

Help.. my head's leaking

It has been a week since I got back from my short trip back to KL.

Yes, I HAVE been back there, and left already. But the whole trip's gonna require a whole new entry on its own. If I feel like doing so, of course!

Anyway, it's been a week since I'm back to Perth, and it was exactly a week since I've been dealing with the horrible horrors of cold, runny nose, and bloodyfuckin' sore throat!

Neil said it's the weather. Everyone's been getting it, one after another.
Madi said it's the change of weather. Well, you know from the hazy-ish hot humid KL's weather to *brrrr* it's fuckin' bloody cold here mate winter weather of good ol' Perth.
And I said, I don't fuckin' care whatever it is. Just get it to fuckin' STOP!

Amazing I'd say. This tiny lil' head of mine, yet still able to produce gallons of snot and gross gooie stuff, steadily running down my nose. No matter how hard I blow, there's always some more waiting to drip off my face. Plenty more.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

As if there's a huge leak somewhere up there in my head.
Hello mister sexy plumber, would you mind giving me good plugged, please..?

OMG.. don't tell me it was my brain leaking! Nooooo..
O_o

Anyway, Clarityne finally seems to be doing its job. It's about time too. The bin is already over-flowing with wet soiled tissue papers. And if it wasn't for the soft aloe-vera enhanced tissue papers bought by my darling Neil, my nose would have been badly chaffed by now, or even completely come off my face all together too.

Thanks honey. *kiss kiss* Love you!

On second thought, maybe I should have hold on that kisses first.
At least until I'm completely sure I'm germ-free.

Because I swear I thought I heard a teeny weeny lil' sniffles coming out of Neil's nose.

Oooops.

It has been a while..

Gosh.. It has definitely been a while since the last time I wrote anything.

Honestly, for the past 7 months of not blogging (yet, still blog-lurking, hehe..), I've been so close of just giving this up totally.

I just do NOT possess the kind of stamina to keep on writing like some people do, especially with the added pressure to satisfy the reading-pleasure of those who actually drop by at this page and actually READ them!

And believe me, I HATE pressures! *pfffhhtt!*

Truly ironic, considering the main reason I started blogging in the first place, was just to express myself to whatever topic that came to my mind, or even just a mere jottings of whatever happened in my so-called life.

At 32, my life is getting a tad bit routine. Domestic if you must say it. Of course there are still the drama, adventures and funny highlights to it all; it's just that they are a little bit too personal to pour it all out in the open.

Don't know-lah.

Does this entry means I'm back blogging?
Maybe. Maybe NOT.

For a guy who gets bored pretty easily, this IS already a history in the making! (Hey I'm back blogging ain't I?) Hehe.. I can't promised regularity, but I guess I'll try to write in whenever I can.

Besides, college new term just started, and I haven't even finish sorting out my subjects/classes this time! *damn!*

:-P