The Last Day

My employment at Topshop Midvalley has tentatively ended, TODAY!

That sentence sounds like I'm saying it very happily, but I'm not. Damn tak sampai hati laaaa :(

I know, 2 months is only 60 days and you're just a promoter, get over it.

But I'm starting to miss my friends there already! I don't really miss the job itself but it's such a happy place and they're all so fun people! It feels like I baru only get to know them and wanna close to them and then... now I have to leave.

And ya, there's facebook and text messages and Midvalley's so close and you're always at Topshop anyways so we'll all keep in touch, but things won't be the same one lor when you're no longer spending 8 hours a day with them day in day out.

Over the past 2 months, they've been not only my rakan sekerja but also teman for everything, especially gossip. There's always someone to go to for whatever you wanna bitch about; customers, colleagues, clothes, college, BFs, BFFs etc.

It's so bittersweet when we're all busy taking pics at closing and they tell you things like,

"we're gonna miss you so much laaaa'

"surely gonna be boring when you're not around anymore"

"you dah takde, tak sama dah"

"don't go laa, stay la few weeks lagi"

"owei you quit already, who am i going to talk to?"

"let's meet up sometime and go to chili's"

"let's go clubbing!"

"i'm gonna ask you to my birthday!"

"come to my wedding next year kay?"

"come and work part time when you're studying la"

"you're my best friend dekat shop"

BIG AWWWWWWWWW~~~~

FML to the Max!

I wanted to post this in bursts of 140 words or less but nooo, I needed to do a long rant-whine-and-bitch post soooo much. It's been days but I still feel so friggin' pek chek.

It started on Wednesday. It was my off day and all I wanted was to chill out and watch a movie. Later, I needed to go take care of my sister lah, but that I didn't mind. What got me was the effing massive traffic jams in KL, from KL to KJ and then in KJ itself. Garhhh. I spent close to 3 hours on the roads that day itself.

In the end, I got to watch my movie though. I'm not usually into sci-fi but Avatar was sooooooo much, much better than I expected. Okay frankly I had no expectations, but still, I would totally pay to watch this movie again. In 3D this time! Can't remember the last time I so happening go watch movie on opening night. Hehe.

Anyways, it was a late movie, ended at midnight so I got home real late and the next day I woke up super late. Like, 9 am. That was the first time since I started working that I woke up so late. Damn panic. I was dressed and out the door in 15 minutes and speeding towards MV. I even drove in the motorcycles' lane just to get past all the stupid morning traffic. I was soooo happy when I sampai just in time and then when I see the timetable; I saw that I was supposed to come in at 1 pm. Fucking great. I then had to work FULL shift on that day.

And then on Friday right, I was just sitting at home doing nothing when Howyee just called all of a sudden and asked if I wanted to go to Genting. Hell yes I did! I got dressed super quick, grabbed the thick jacket and scarves I never get to wear and I was in the car, speeding towards GK, Mariah on full blast.

Then suddenly, the radio turned off and the lights dimmed and I was like, Fuck. So I stopped at the side and thought maybe if I restarted the engine, it'd be fine. But once I killed the engine, I couldn't get it to start again. I was like soooooo fucking panic it was a total breakdown. I didn't know who to call and started to text random people.

I approached a bunch of uncles at a restaurant nearby for help but they were drunk and started shouting at me. Wanted to cry, I tell you. Called H and he wasn't giving helpful advice. He was trying to help but I was hysterical at that time. Called Howyee and she was as clueless as me when it comes to cars. Wanted to call Justina cuz her house was nearby but paiseh. A police car passed by. They stopped and looked at the car for awhile. And then they asked me to call my friends and to be careful while I wait cuz I might get robbed in that area. After an hour plus, another few policemen passed by. They fucking interrogated me like it was my fucking fault I was stranded in that godforsaken area.

After a couple more hours, Howyee and Junce and Rickeez and Chinyee came to my rescue. I am so grateful you would not believe. Thank you! It's nice to know you have friends that care so much they'd drive to an unknown place in the middle of the night and wander around lost more than a few times just to help you. And I'm sorry I ruined your plans! I was so disappointed cuz I was so looking forward to Genting. At times like these, I ask myself why am I not macho enough to know about cars and machines just so I can get myself out of shit like this. Haih. I've been so traumatized ever since.

Not a Fashion Designer

Yesterday I attempted my first fashion DIY and at first I bangga because it was the first time I ever did something like that. Pride came a little too early though. It was a total failure. Lucky I didn't waste my parents' money studying design or something. I'm totally hopeless.

Reason for the sudden project was because I suddenly really, really wanted... no, NEEDED fierce shoulders. Once I had this need right, it was all I thought about. I even walked the whole mall during my break looking for tailers to add them in. But because they were all so mahal and took so much time, I ended up trying to do them myself.

I knew I should have paid more attention to those articles and tutorials about how you can recycle and cut up old bras for the season's biggest trend. And also, I should probably learn how to sew so that I don't need to rely on Sellotape like it's my best friend or something.

Now My Sister Hearts Topshop Too

It was worth sangat braving horrendous public transportation to get to Topshop Pavilion for their X'mas parrrtaay.

At first I wanted to just give up halfway at KLCC and just sit at Chili's eating chips the whole night.

Glad I didn't. It was fab with hot models and a DJ and free food and pretty people and 20% OFF STOREWIDE.

I can't remember the last time I shopped with my F3 card. I even got into the X'mas mood and bought cute, Christmassy stuff =D

And OMG, Howyee was looking sooo pweeettyyy, I actually thought her clothes were loaned and her make up done by a pro. SO HAPPY to see her, even though she's a busy, busy girl now.

And OMGGGG LOOK, gorgeous male model getting hot and steamy with my teenage sister woot!

Who Doesn't Love a Good Sale?

I can't remember the last time I was so excited for a sale! Sales are usually such disappointing affairs and you end up going home empty-handed cuz everyone else got to the merchandise before you did or the sizes are all wrong and stuff but NOO, this was like the exact opposite.

All of the new part-timers (me included) were super excited for the staff sale cuz we heard soooo much about it but the old staff were all very blah about it so I thought maybe it won't be all that great after all.

I certainly didn't go with high expectations. I'd be fine even if I didn't buy anything or even if all I got was like a stupid tee or polo cuz you had to keep in mind that these items are more or less damaged and then when I managed to sneak a peek the day before, there were only like 2 rails of guys' stuff compared to the girls's stuff, which were hanging on like 10 rails. I told myself I was just there to see what a staff sale was like. Hehe.

Now I'm so HAPPY that it's not for nothing I woke up at 8 am on my OFF DAY and drove all the way to MV; the bargains were fantastic. Gor geous shirts and vests and cardis were going for 10 to 15 bucks, some virtually undamaged except for a missing button or something minor like that.

At first I felt like I was The Greedy One because I'm the only one from my outlet who came even though it's their off day. The rest of the staff were there because it was their shift. And I was there before 9! But that's totally because I was having breakfast with Howyee whom I haven't seen in ages, okay?

Then when I saw those who came all the way from places like JB just for the sale, I felt better about being there. I was also glad I wasn't working because all those who were, they couldn't come in even though they sooooo very wanted to. I spent hours inside! The staff from other places were scary though. They were waiting in front of the door waiting to serbu, like it was a race and there'd be someone blowing a whistle and then there'd be a mighty stampede.

Inside was pure havoc. Within minutes, 50% of the clothes were on the floor but thank God things remained civilized. Maklumlah everyone's like rakan sekerja so it was all very light and fun and no bitchfights broke out as I imagined. The most kua cheong was when the accesories was brought out. Everyone went crazy and in less than a minute, everything was gone. Sebabnya? Cuz they were friggin' FOC.

I managed to grab a couple but dropped it cuz I was carrying toooo many clothes. Some were mine but most of them were Azleena's who went totally siao and spent like 250 bucks in less than 15 minutes. I'm happy to know that something useful actually came out from me carrying armful after armful of clothes and hangers day in, day out. It was to prepare me for the sale because at one point, I was actually carrying god-knows-how-many-kilos of clothes what with Azleena's sequinned and feathered thingies.

Now I'm broker than ever but totally satisfied. Better than sex. When I came out, I felt like I had just finished running a marathon.

P.S. I wrote this last week but forgot to post it. Now I've already worn one of the shirts, given a dress and a vest to my sisters, sent two to my personal seamstress for repair hehe and bought a couple more things on a second round ;)

Feels Like a Vacayyytion!

2 days off! Either I'm really lucky or my boss is really sick of seeing my face in the store.
It's amazing how 2 days spent in someone else's room that's not really in KL can make you feel like you're on vacation when you're not. We've been doing really vacation-ish stuff, like sleeping at odd times (more like sleeping the whole day), swimming and tanning and treating the pasar malam like it's a novel tourist attraction. I like!
Ever since Howyee moved back to the hulu village from where she came, I've forgotten how nice it is to spend weekends (or in my case, weekdays off) at some other place that's not as boring as your own room but still has all the comforts of home. Plus the added benefit of someone else cleaning up your mess. Heee heee kidding ya, Jacqueline and Howyee and whomever punya rumah I pernah stay before! I clean up 98% of my own mess! =D

Work's good but I'm a tiny bit not as motivated as before. I was almost late that day and my unofficial "breaks" are getting longer and longer and more frequent now hee hee. The only motivation for me to work now is thinking about aaaallllll the things I will be able to buy once I get my salary. Wait, was there any other kind of motivation ever? Oopsies.

Working It

OMG it feels so fucking good to have a day off where I don't have to do anything except lie on the bed surrounded by pillows and accompanied by my trusty Internet connection. Seriously, once you get a job that requires you to stand 8 hours a day, you'd start to appreciate the simple things in life such as sitting down and afternoon naps.

Finally, time to blog! I've had so many thoughts and things I wanted to share but every single night I come back, I plop dead on the bed from exhaustion and then all the thoughts are gone.

Many people wouldn't consider it a terribly exciting job - I'm a sales assistant, mind you - but this being The First Proper Job and all, I am excited and it's only natural that I wanna tell everybody about every tiny detail.

- Like how I effing hate waiting for the bus and the KTM to and fro every single day. I don't know how many hours of my life I've wasted just waiting and waiting ever since I started this job.

- Like how surprised I am that it's been 3-weeks plus and I am still not fired. In the beginning, I considered every day that I was NOT fired a great achievement. After that I started to feel a bit more secure cuz there are people who I feel are a bit on the sloooow side and they're still holding their jobs, so I should be OK right? Right.

- Like how happy I am to make new friends at my new workplace. I don't know what the difference is, but friends you meet from work and friends you meet from college are totally different. I'll be sad when January comes and I have to quit :(

- How I am not going to earn a single cent from this job. In the end, I'd be like Lindsay Lohan, working for clothes. Every day I'd spot something new that I HAVE TO HAVE, especially when it's stock-arrival day. I work at the girls' side and already I've targeted like 4 items. Imagine if I was working over at the guys'. Scary.

- About all the different kinds of people I have met. I've been bossed around by teenage girls, discussed knickers and bikinis with middle-aged ladies, treated rudely by rich people, treated rudely by people who are probably shopping at the wrong place (hello? Shorts? Tube tops? Seriously, go somewhere else), treated rudely by people who don't understand the "FROM RM29" sign (excuse me, the emphasis is on the FROM), served fatties who wanted to wear ultimate-skinnies and tight one-shouldered dresses (please!), served twentyplus-year-olds who wanted to look 15... OMG the people you'll meet selling clothes. Phew.

The greatest moment so far was getting my first paycheck. I have my own EPF account now. Isn't it very terribly grown-up of me? Mwahaha. Second to that would be learning and doing stuff. Like, I used to have to ask somebody every single time I wanted to do something but now I can like, do things and help customers all by myself. Hee hee isn't I clevers?

But the side effects of a job like mine is the development of a slightly obsessive-ish disorder of always wanting to pick up dropped clothes and arrange them nicely on the rail. Like really, the sight of clothes on the floor and hangers sticking out at weird angles drive me nuts now. Of course this doesn't apply when I'm in my own room. I pick up clothes and arrange them the whole day so logically that would mean that my own room is messier than ever. Duh.

Why Take My Picture Hah?

During the monster's lecture today, there were a couple of these bitches that really pissed me off.

First of all, they were camwhoring during class. Who camwhores during class??? It's understandable la if you are very pretty (like me) or if you dah kebetulan pakai cantik-cantik for a presentation today (again, like me). But ini tak, muka dah lah macam anak babi kena rogol, dressing pun total fail, camwhoring in class summore.

Of course just taking pictures is not going to set me off. After all, I'm self obsessed too. I don't mind people taking pictures. I also don't mind people taking pictures in class right in front of me, because it's not like I'm paying undivided attention to my notes. In fact, I don't even have notes. I also won't mind kalau the people taking pictures in front of me accidentally snapped a few shots of me, and even if those shots of me tak cantik pun I won't mind, because unprepared kan?

But HELLOOOOO, when you dah snap those (ugly) shots of me then tunjuk-tunjuk your friend and then the both of you start giggling, then laughing, then howling uncontrollably that is damn fucking rude okay! Especially when I am right behind you and can see the screen of that cheap camera clear as day! BITCH! What the fuck am I, a hired clown in a cheap costume at a kiddie birthday party?

If I find those shots of me online somewhere, your skinny yellow chinese asses are going to pay.

Again, I'm going to blame the monster lecturer for causing this unfortunate event, like all sorts of unfortunate events before this. If it wasn't because of him being so boring, I wouldn't be yawning and stretching and caught on camera looking like !!!!! and end up laughing stock for uncivilized people. Boo you.

I'm Like a Sunsilk Model Now

My hair is sooooo soft and silk. Not silky, but SILK. Mwahahaha.

I totally can't stop touching myself. I mean, my hair ;)

Seriously, I've never had hair this straight before. Of course it's flat as hell right now and I have bangs like a cheap curtain but still... STRAIGHT HAIR kay?

Today, Seline and I were like so glam, getting our hair done during break in between classes. Like orang terkemuka changing dresses during events, kita tukar gaya rambut from one class to another?

Oh, 8 am class? Yeah, curls are okay. What? Another class at 5? OK fine, I'll have totally straight hair, please.

Of course, all this is possible thanks to BABI and Seline SOOOOO, so thank you mwah!

Though, semua ini has a (very, very small) price la. As shampoo girl of this cheap salon, it becomes my job to sweep away the massive amount of (Seline's) hair that ends up on the floor at the end of the day. So much hair my broom also become thicker dy.

Seline with her new best friend, the very practical yet fashion-forward plastic bag. Pink, summore!

Oh yeah, when I was smoking in the toilets* (didn't that sound bad-ass? I was just peeing but that sounded meh) I saw all these scribblings of my fellow uni-mates who felt really strongly about our uni.

Salah lah you punya word choice. Or whatev. Tak make sense.

Better. At least masuk akal.

Best. Simple and straight to the point.

* I don't smoke okay! Merokok tidak baik untuk kesihatan, ini adalah amaran daripada blah blah blah...

I am Sick

Sick of staying home all night, every night.

Sick of being the one looking on while other people get ready in pretty clothes and new shoes and then say goodbye while they go off to meet their friends or to fancy parties.

It's a Saturday night! I should be out on a table somewhere. At the very least, I should be playing tanglung and having mooncake with people who heart me.

Instead I'm lying in bed alone, with the lights turned off and my face all puffy, my eyes watery and my nose raw because I've been attacking it with a tissue for 24 hours non-stop.

I am sick of being sick.

Yay Yay Nak Tengok Konsert!

After dilly dallying waiting to see who else wanted to join the Single Ladies Posse, I finally went and got tickets for Beyonce's show today. I was sooo afraid that we weren't gonna get the tickets we wanted cuz people were saying they were gonna sell out and all, and they've been on sale for like, 10 days.

When the very fabulous, Gucci-toting person in front of me in the queue was paying, I was like, whoa buy tickets also boleh sampai almost a thousand bucks. Think about the all the clothes that can put on my back!

It didn't hit me at first that I would be paying almost the same amount jugak but at least I got a couple more tickets than Ms. Gucci larh ;p

And I can't remember when was the last time something like this happened, but today I managed to resist the temptation of a 20 percent voucher and let it expired, just like that! Wipes away tears. I tell myself that it's okay, we shouldn't spend the $$$ that we don't have, we should focus on the things we really need but daaamn, there was this shirt that was reaaallly reaallly gorgeous and I realllly realllly want!

I also saw a major fight while stuck in a jam outside Midvalley. It started with one car trying to cut into another car's spot and then turned into threatening hand gestures and shouting through rolled-down windows. The climax came when one of the drivers stopped his car, came down and kicked the other guy's car. Cars were dented, something that looked a lot like a hammer was brandished and even the wives were being so drama, screaming around. And I was just right behind! If I weren't driving, I'd have video for sure ;)

Observations Made Under Alcoholic Influence

Tonight's a good night. I danced so much my straightened hair turned back into curls ;)

I came to the realization that acting cute at the age of 20 is never going to be cute, at all. Being drunk is not an excuse. [That doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing it though ;p]

I'm glad to discover I "still got it", so to speak.

I never noticed how much drama there is in the toilets of a club after closing time. There are people falling over, passing out, breaking up, fighting, crying, vomitting. I'm just relieved I'm not in any of the categories. Phew. So close.

I Heart Old Friends

As in, literally old. Someone just turned 20 yesterday! LOL

I'm glad I realized that I had like 10 days of absolute freedom just in time to follow my parents back.

I thought I was going to be non-celebrating Raya somewhere other than KT for the first time in a long time but noooo, who the hell can turn down the amazing nasi minyak, dagang, ketupat and RENDANG (especially Kakak's!!) that comes together with Raya?

I have been so well fed these past 3 days =D

So far I've beraya at Piqah's house which was intimidatingly crowded, and Nasa's new house where we catched up on all the usual everythings and where his gaggle of noisy cousins + siblings made me feel like a celeb ;p

The first and so far only non-Raya social event was Joanna's birthday last night. As in, Joanna the divamodelactress extraordinaire that I haven't seen in YEARS. It's always good to catch up.

In fact, if people didn't know better, they'd thought we were on a date today.

We went running on the beach - isn't that soooo Fergie & Josh Duhamel of us? Joanna's idea obvs, I'd never initiate a sports activity myself. She's apparently a sports freak now - and then later went to Batu Buruk to look at kites, play with baby horses and eat the ice cream colek of our childhood! Woot!

I love how KT is sooo filled with people during Raya that wherever you go, people will stare at you. They might be bitching and I might be perasan but whatever la, I miss Pavilion =p

How Do They Do It?

I don't understand where some people get the motivation to update their blogs daily, with lots and lots of pictures some more.

Since I missed Cyntia's first celebration, I'm glad I didn't skip her dinner last night.

It's been so long since the last time we had an almost-full gathering. I miss.

Plus, the chocolate cake was ohmyGOD! Yummm.

Later, we did our pillow talk thing that played out like a talk show.

After covering the usual topics - love, sex, health and beauty, we finally went to bed at sunrise and then woke up at sunset.

Just in time to berbuka at McD's before going to Pavilion to score free Clinique foundation and also, paid 11 bucks to gross ourselves out =)

Me and My Tummy, We Got Issues

7 days ago, I came back from a very boring class, expecting it to be a normal boring day.

I took a nap and when I woke up my tummy hurts as though I was having period cramps.

Not that I know how period cramps felt like but my face looked like Cyntia when she's having her period so it must have been the same kinda pain.

Next thing I know, everything's coming out non-stop from both ends (hahah sounds so wrong), even when there's nothing left to come out.

At one point in the middle of the night, I even thought I was going to be hospitalized cuz all of a sudden I was like a Katy Perry song, burning hot and cold. Could it be H1N1? Dengue again?

I began to have extremely inappropriate thoughts about how my stay in the hospital would be, how all my friends would come and I'd be so malu malu but secretly so flattered, how people would manja me and bring me stuff, how I hated getting needles jabbed in my arm when suddenly the doctor just flipped me over and put a shot in my butt and that's it, dah boleh balik rumah. Anticlimactic betul!

The next day I was okay-er but the day after that it got bad again. So bad until I missed Cyntia's crab-eating birthday dinner! I so bersusah payah got everyone here to Taman Connaught for dinner (OK la, not that susah but still, I don't do it often) and I really, really wanted to eat crabs!

Ahem, and also, I really, really wanted to celebrate Cyntia's birthday, of course ;p

It was sooooo torturous when you are starving but everything you put in your mouth comes back up 2 minutes later.

I finally stopped vomitting and got better when I started singing @Greenbox on Friday. I don't know if other people vomitted though, that's beside the point.

By Saturday I was well enough to resume my weekly night workout sessions so the weekend was not lost! See, even viruses like to have fun instead of staying in bed all day kay.

Go to Facebook if You're Looking for Pictures

If it wasn't for the Twitter bar on the right, this poor blog would have been completely lifeless.

Since the most recent occasion for excitement was my Beijing trip, it would be the most logical subject for a long-overdue blog update but sigh, I just can't find the energy.

I mean, an entire blog entry? That is like, soooo challenging! Everything I want or need to say these days can be expressed in 140 words or less. Anything more is just over-ambitious ;p

Anyways, just to summarize my whole vacation, I love shopping!

I love shopping at stores that you can't find over here. Everything feels so new and refreshing! No bumping into losers wearing the same tee as you.

I love looking at price tags and then dividing the numbers by 2 and then go, WOW that's just like 75 ringgit!

I love bargaining. I love it when the salespeople go, 150? And I'm, No, 40. And then they go like, 120? 80? 50? Okay FINE FINE 40!! Woooooot!

Bitches at the Beach

The only entertainment back here; the beach, the camera and the sisters.

Anybody miss this? ;-)

McLosers

This is what happens when you live in a "city" so lousy it only has one McDonald's.

They start making up their own rules!

When I went to refill my drink for the second time, the girl working the cashier looked as shocked as though I just asked her to take off her clothes. Hello, what's so shocking about refills at McD's?

She had the bloody nerve to tell me I can only refill ONCE.

I was like, What kinda policy is this?

And she was like, HUH?

So I was like, real slow, policy apa ni boleh refill sekali saje? McDonald's lain pun tak de rules macam ni.

And she was like, tak boleh compare dengan McDonald's lain.

WTF? Then who should I compare you to? Starbucks?

She reluctantly refilled my drink AND THEN told me they needed to see receipts to refill.

WAAAA MCB I WAS SOOOO BOILING AT THAT TIME.

I purposely asked Jacqueline to go refill one more time so that when the bitch asked for a receipt, she would have the chance to say, kenapa? You takut saya ambil cawan dari tong sampah untuk refill ke?

And then we laugh and laugh at their stupidity.

Siiiigghhh. Poor us rural folks.

Healthy as a Horse

Being at home really does a body good.

Ever since I've been back, I've seen the return of semi-normal, almost-human sleeping patterns and eating hours.

No more breakfast at 4 p.m, supper at 5 a.m or sleeping at sunrise.

In fact, I automatically wake up around 11 a.m. Scary.

Next thing you know, I'll be eating fruits and veggies and drinking lots of plain water.

Oh wait, I have.

Oooooh lala.

A New List

I'm only back home for a grand total of four hours but already I have my list of Four Things I Absolutely Love.

I'm Loving:

1. How I don't need to rush while using the computer because I know that it won't suddenly die on me due to a lack of electrical sockets around or if my usage went unchecked, I'd suddenly discover after four hours of surfing that the Internet costs 10 bucks. Hurray for all-night Twittering!

2. The fact that my huge bag of clothes that need to be hand-washed will no longer need to be washed by my hands =D

3. The big mirror in the bathroom. Heck, the big mirrors that are everywhere.

4. AIR-CONDITIONING!

Writing on 2 Blogs Simultaneously

This is supposed to be a little blogging break amidst my day-before-the-exam frantic cramming, but frankly and surprisingly, I haven't really been cramming.

I have lost all focus AHHH!

This all started when my precious sisters came yesterday and I spent almost the whole day playing with them.

I am already in a liberated state of mind! Lalalala~~

Thankfully I studied the day before (wooo no last minute!) so Malaysian Studies today wasn't too hard (the lecturer too, he was a darling!) but Moral... UGH.

Today, I zoned out more than once. I even spent like 20 minutes reading one single slide and I'm not even trying to memorize it word-by-word.

I guess that's just to be expected for a subject that I only pay attention to for 5 minutes per every 1 and 1/2 hour of class.

I really, really love A's but seriously, for this one I'm just hoping I don't fail hee hee ;)

I Waaaant a Root Beer Float

Ahhh tech-savvy kids nowadays.
My younger sis just lectured me that it is NOT economical to use GPRS everytime I want to log onto Twitter.
Which is why I'm at A&W's stealing their wifi in the middle of the night.
This is the first time I've been to an A&W that is both 24-hour and wifi-equipped!
I wanted to say this is the first time ever I've been to an A&W as well, but that's too big a lie cuz where I came from, it was the only fast-food restaurant there for like 250 years.
This magical A&W is at Sunway.
Yes! My sister and I found the way all by ourselves from Cheras to SUNWAY. Clever, no?
We even arrived two hours earlier than expected woohoo.
We were supposed to be euphoric but we were just too tired.
Instead, I stayed in the room and played hairstylist so my lil sis could see the wonders of straight hair, which I have just recently discovered myself =D

P.S. Came online to read about Yasmin Ahmad actually. Poor Yasmin Ahmad. I don't know her, but I know her movies and ads and... It's just so sad.

Retail Therapy for my Lonely Soul

I must admit, I am weak.
When a little birdie informed me that Topshop was having their End-of-season SALES PREVIEW, I knew I had to go. Even though I'm broke.

I debated with myself for like, 20 minutes and then drove myself to Midvalley amidst bad traffic.

And what a sale it was. The whole place felt banyak exclusive cuz they closed off the whole Topshop section of MV and once you got inside, it was tiring.

There's only so much clothes but there were tons of people so you gotta jostle around and in the fitting room, it's like a RACE trying all the clothes cuz the line outside was blooody loooong.

And it was mentally tiring too cuz I kept having to calculate inside my mind what's 186 after 50 off plus another 10 off and would I have enough left for that cute pink shirt which was 30 off with another 10 off. With my eyes on sooo many things, my head felt like exploding.

Calculate wrongly and you'd be like the guy in front of me at the cashier's. He miscalculated and ended up 50 bucks short at which point he called his sister and she pulled a 50 out of her fab LV wallet. Then complained on and on about how rude and lazy the staff were at the fitting room and she knows because she used to work at Dorothy Perkins.

Then after she left all the staff gathered round to bitch and laugh at her.

Honestly I don't know what all the trouble was though. She spent like 45 mins giving fashion advice to her lil bro and in the end he bought a red shirt with white stripes and faded jeans. He was wearing a red shirt with white stripes and faded jeans. So genius.

I'm glad I went. It's been a while since I shopped so happily. I didn't even mind I was alone. At one point I was carrying so much someone thought I was staff. Flattered betul!

I had to carry loads cuz everytime I see something I like in XS I need to snatch it up first before deciding whether I want it or not because them skinny bitches everywhere.

I panicked for a while when I couldn't fit into a pair of rad purple jeans in 28 but then remembered that it was super skinny so whatever, I'M NOT FAT.

XOXO

I realized that this bloody thing has been deprived of pictures for far too long.

Well no more!

Here's a pretty pic of a pretty chick to brighten up the blog mwah!

Wife for the Asshole

You know the asshole from my moral group?
Well I believed he found his one true love.
A TB from ANOTHER moral group.
3 guesses what they presented for moral?
Bitch was going on and on about foreplay (like how to touch a clit OMG EW!!!), oral sex (and it's many variations) and the foods that turn her on. How does all that relate to MORAL har??? Don't understand betul.
But you know when was the moment I realized they were perfect for each other?
When she said "If you have any questions about sex, ask me. I'm very good."
And who told you that? The twenty chicks who were soooo sexually satisfied by your 12-inch dick is it?

P.S This was the same group who talked about "good moral sex" and "bad moral sex" couple weeks ago. According to her, first-timers are immoral because they don't know what they are doing. God help her.

Humiliation!

Never have I been soooo humiliated by a single group presentation.

Consider it my amazing luck to be grouped with a person who is able to turn a MORAL presentation on the pros and cons of premarital sex into a very-perverted-bordering-on-sexual-harassment personal ad for himself.

He has this amazing talent for spewing out gems like;

"If you wanna know more about premarital sex, call 0-1-included-his-number-here-ew"

"Sex is good exercise, it's healthy for the body. Like me, I used to be heavy but now I'm like 75 kilos."

"Durex is very, very good."

OMG. The things he said are like YUCK. I didn't even pay attention to most of what he said after the first two minutes cuz I had this intense desire to go home and bathe in Dettol.

And I was doing "Pros" with him. To be in the same category ahh!!!

The lecturer called us bold. If I were her, I would have slapped him. Listening to him speak is like getting raped.

Difficult!

Where am I supposed to find a 40/50/60-something person who not only is knowledgeable about KL, but also emotional about it?

At least emotional enough for me to write a couple-thousand-word essay or film a 10-min documentary that won't put people to sleep and get me an A. Hmm.

As if the assignments aren't bad enough, I have the pleasure of being in a class with students that are just sooooo funny and clever!!

Lecturer assigns the project and there'd be a hundred questions like,

"How do you define emotional?"

"What if some people get emotional at MidValley because they like, bought their first pair of shoes there?"

"What if some people cheat and we don't but they get higher marks?"

"Is it safe for a girl like me to go out on a tour with strangers?"

OMG.

With classmates like these, my self-esteem is in shreds. How am I ever going to compete?

New Home =)

After hours and hours of moving on the last day of the month, I managed to import the entire contents of my room down 20 floors. Woot.

Funny how even with company, the first night at a new place always feels very lonely.

But I have a good feeling about this place though!

Everytime I move somewhere new, I always have this strange sense of hope that yes, this will be as 'home' as a tiny little room is gonna get.

But always, always I am disappointed eventually by something or other. If it's not anti-social lazy roomies, it's a cheating bastard of a house leader, with a BLOODY SMELLY dog to boot. Worse are the Landladies from Hell. Some are greedymoneygrabbing bitches. Some are just annoyingly retarded. Sigh.

WHATEVER.

I am LOVING my new room! It's so bright and airy and BIG. I can roll around and dance and do high kicks and there's AIR CIRCULATION.
And, after staying for 8 months in a room with NO VIEW, I now can look out my window and see the parking lot of a hypermarket, a cemetery, Indah Water and a very tiny KLCC. Feels like the Hilton la!

Assignments

I spent too much time don't know doing what.

Everyone knows that a good student starts immediately after work is assigned.

Well, I'm not a good student kay?

And now time is running out and the assignments are killing me.

Everything is delayed, postponed, procrastinated and BACKLOGGED.

Whatever.

It's alright, it's OK.

I'm Jeffrey Yan.

I'm so last minute it's scary.

I WORK MIRACLES BITCHES.

Pheww. Lepas stim a bit. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Not Anyone. It's Everyone.

I am so pathetic
I fly between extremes nowadays
Either I really like, or I really hate
If I'm not dying to be with you, then I can't stand you
I get paranoid

I get depressed
I am totally psychotic

One word, one photo, one badly dressed bitch walking in front of me

I explode, meltdown

I can hide in a shell for hours and hours

Sometimes that is all I want to do

But then I get so pissed when I miss out

Other times I want to run, punch, push and break
I'm beginning to sound like I'm drunk or high or just plain crazy

Whatever

Hormone imbalance

I'm So Artistic!

I just very gaybai-ly attempted to write an article on an art exhibition.

It's soooo buat-buat I tak boleh tahan. Unbelievably though, I manged to crap out the 500 words needed for the bloody thing.

Hngh, 500 words is 480 words more than what I thought I could do.

To think that there would be so many more assignments like this. Haih. My intellect feels so challenged.

Words

The funniest words I heard today,

"Good moral sex is when it brings happiness to the people doing it. Bad moral sex is when there is no happiness, no pleasure. It means you are doing a bad job."

LOLOLOLOLOL it made The World's Most Boring Class 3.5% less boring.

And the words that broke my heart,

"How come you're so thin? In my mind, you're very fair and good-looking!"

OMG the power of words left unsaid! It brings tears to my eyes, it really does! Sniffles.

Stupid, Stupid!

I'm living without a phone again. Why does this always, always happen to me?

Am I that bad at taking care of my phones? I don't think so!

Sure, sometimes I flip/slide them harder than I need to, but who doesn't?

All my phones are always so cute, but their life span is shorter than a house fly. I don't know how long flies live actually but I think I've seen that phrase somewhere so whatevs.

Am I destined to a life of cute but unreliable phones? Or worse, do I have to resort to ugly, everywhere-also-can-find phones if I want a practical one?

AHH SEDIH!

The Itinerary

Day Zero

- Went shopping. Howyee needed boots to go with her new jeggings.

- Departed at midnight. Sang in the car until 4. Arrived at 4.

- Headed off to Penang to look at all the pretty buildings when they are closed for the night.

- Ate wantan mee at a lone stall in a dark, empty pasar.

Day One

- Woke up at 3.

- Lunch at 4.

- Dress up & make up right up till 7.

- Went to Autocity to look cute and take pictures.

- 8.30. Dinner at Tao. Paid 50 bucks to eat until our stomachs explode with salmon, sushi, lamb, etc, etc and CHAWANMUSHI!

- Midnight K session @ only RM18! Wooooot lalalala~

Day Two

- Waited for The Diva to cut his hair.

- Went to Penang. Ate hawker food.

- Drove around for hours looking at Penang but no feel to stop anywhere.

- Stopped at Times Square. What a disappointment.

- Off to a cute little cafe by the beach. How very touristy of us.

- Jalan jalan at the beach. Tried to catch crabs. Camwhored.

- Off to a cafe @Gurney to look at all the Penangites.

- Went back home. Dyed our hair all the same color - Blair Waldorf brown!

Day Three

- Woke up early today. Good, cheap lunch and then off to Penang again.

- Went to Queensbay to escape the heat outside and also, to see how Penang malls look like.

- Went up a hill on Balik Pulau to see the sunset. It was 5. We camwhored KAO KAO to kill the 2 hours plus it took for the sun to set.

- Went to hawker centre @Gurney to meet parents for dinner. What is it about vacations that make you wanna jostle through huge crowds at hot, sweaty places for over-priced food?

- Went back to parents' hotel room to get ready for our night out. Daddy very shocked at the 2 and 1/2 hours it takes for us to get pretty.

- Jacqueline makes an appearance and joins us for a night of fun!

- Everybody got very, VERY DRUNK. Fun! Thankfully, we made it back to Butterworth and nope, no one had to be hospitalized ;)

- Went to the Wantan Uncle again. Some people threw their wantan mee up. Some people fell asleep in theirs hee hee.

Day Four

- Lunch and then Penang again. Everyone very tired and hungover.

- Sat at Gurney to bitch, camwhore and yamcha. Brownies very good.

- Stopped for dinner at a cafe that looked like a treehouse. Felt very Tarzan + Hang Tuah

- Went home for the final bit of packing.

- And then we start the journey home!

- Oh yeah, stopped for one last meal in Penang; Malay char koay teow that looked very attractive because the restaurant was so packed. We thought it was because it's so damn good. It's actually full because the service is so effing slow, everyone is just sitting around waiting. Nice tactic to show they very in demand, no?

- Sang our theme songs for one last time and then unlike the first night, everyone fell asleep.

Coming Soon!

Road trip road trip road trip RROOOOAAADD TRRIIPPPP ~~~~~
Finally!
Something to get excited about hehehe :D
It's been so, so long.
The last one was in October!
I MISS
Singing in the car,
running around like tourists,
camwhoring ourselves crazy,
beaches,
endless eating sprees,
talking and doing happy shit with your bestest friends
!!!
See you up north!

Classes this semester are sooo $%*&VCj758JHKfdj964#$^&*(%78893##45fvn traaaa laaa la la la~~

It's the end of my first year here and yet I still have to take classes that seem like PMR preparation/motivation seminars. Class, do you know how to manage your time? Now, I want you to write a daily planner. And then you can take out your coloring books and start coloring. Remember, the sky is blue and the grass is green ok? Now don't poop in your diapers! Doesn't help that the lecturer has as much charisma as the PJ teachers in school whose periods I always skip.

Then there's this lecturer who speaks with an accent. It is not unpleasant actually. It is rather mild and not even British. But I am forever ruined! Any sort of accent and I cringe and start looking for a hide-out. Hehe.

KAY school's boring so enough. Since I've been online so, soooo little these days, I've been filling my time with lots of TV and DVDs. Beggars can't be choosers; I watch almost anything and everything!

My current faves would be all the old and not-so-old Disney movies and cartoons! We stole a huge bunch of them from some poor, innocent kid's DVD collection and now every night I sit in front of the TV with my new friends Ariel, Cinderella, the Dalmations, Lady, Tramp, Stitch! I heart Ursula and Cruella btw! :D

I'm Disgusted with Myself [not really hee hee]

Utter neglect.

Which is why I'm doing this first thing at the CC.
Hard to believe I'm at a CC on a Saturday night. Of all places.

Strangely (for me), I don't even feel the slightest itch to dress up and go out.

Usually I'd be all i need to go out i need to go out jumps up and down and writhes on floor I NEED TO GO OUT.

But for these few weeks my biggest adventures have mostly been to the mamak and back.

Does this mean I finally have some shred of contentment in my life?

Has this got to do with being 20? HAH. Or does it have more to do with having a stable, completing 'influence' in life? Hm.

To be honest though, I have been feeling mighty lazy lately. Just look at this blog.

Not only do I not feel the need to go out, I don't feel much need to eat either.

And I've had 2 weeks of classes but my new notepad's still empty except for the back pages, where I doodle and scribble during boring lectures. What does that say about me??

Another Trip, Anyone?

Thanks to the economy going down the drain, airlines are murdering each other playing games of How Low Can You Go? So everyday I'm seeing all these ads for the LOWEST airfares, AMAZING destinations and NO ADDITIONAL CHARGES and all sorts of superlatives and adjectives. So bitches,

Anyone up for a trip to Bangkok at year's end? I'm also open to Phuket or Bali :)

I need someone who is good with $$$ and planning because the thought of researching/comparing/booking hotels + flights + itinerary + prices is tiring AND terrifying. Call me, cyntiahowyeejacquelineOHFwhoeverelsewantstogo pleaseandthankyou!

The Day I Want to Call Into Radio Shows...

...and scream at them.

I don't know if it's because I've been sitting around doing too much nothing or because I've been playing driver a lot but I've been listening to a lot of radio lately and today things just get on my nerve. I'm bored. I need to rant.

So I was listening to the Morning Crew on Hitz and they had several mat rempits over as guests for their show today. So I don't know if they know, but when you have guests over, you treat them with respect. It's like basic manners taught to 5 year-olds all over the world. But for the first time I actually found JJ and Ean disgusting. Not only did they speak the most cringe-inducing, horrible Malay (they said bro like 5 times per sentence. Do they think that that's what constitutes the Malay language? Do they think that it's rempit-speak?) but they were also sooo friggin' patronizing and condescending towards the mat rempits. You may not agree with what people do, but you asked them over; so there's no need for you to take such a high moral tone and preach and talk to people as though they are stupid.

Worse was the 5 p.m. guy from Fly. Forgot his name. He has always been a try-too-hard so I never liked him but just now when they had a girl call in who said she looooves to buy designer bags, he actually said something along the lines of 'you must be happy spending your husband's money' and she replied that she was not using her husband's money to buy her designer bags. Go gurrrl! I mean like, HELLO? What century are we living in??? He immediately assumed that just because she likes shopping, oh she must be spending her hubby's cash. Stupid fucking sexist. And his English was omgcandie. At one point he used the phrase "the rumour will be revealed". Like WTF does it mean? Shouldn't it be something like the truth will be revealed? Or the rumour will be clarified/put to rest/cleared up/denied???

Gosh Malaysian radio's making me cranky. I must have a truly boring life to have written so much, just on what people say on the radio sighhhh

Motherfucker!

How could someone get so fucking low and classless?
Is that what they teach you at private schools in foreign countries?
Grow up and get over it, darling.
Say NO to Immature Gay SLUTS!

This is my 101st post, which I was really proud of, and I am sad that it is being dedicated to such a negative subject and a petty, meaningless person. Oh well. I wanted to tweet it but I was too majorly pissed off for a hundred and forty words.

Pissed Off!

I sent Joceline to her bowling practice just now at the stadium which was like 30 minutes away and we were already late. So naturally I was rush-y and piss-y and was speeding into the parking lot when this Malay idiot wanted to come out of his lot and so just zoomed out without checking if there were cars. If I was a kinder person I might have considered letting him get out first but me being me and him being such a stupid driving-school-failing fucker, I honked him loud and hard.

I dropped my sister off as we were both laughing about how people can be such idiots when this guard walked over to the car and tapped on the window, fierce as a motherfucker. I rolled down the window and he was like, "Oi, boleh bawak kereta slow sikit?!"

Mama was pissed. I wanted to scream at him:

Hoi, engkau tak tengok pun sape yang salah engko dah marah-marah kat saya. Ko tak nampak ke, dia yang bodoh, keluar tak tengok keta. Biarlah saya bawak cepat ke, bawak lambat ke, dia yang salah tau tak?

Tengok muka mung memang tahu doh, mu takdok kereta. Motor ada? Undang pernah ambik? Ko tak baca ke, bile nok keluor tuh, tengok takdok kereta baru keluor. Tapi kita tahu ah, salah dia pun, ko tak marah dia punya. Tahu-tahu lah kita watpe kita kena marah walaupun dok salah pun.

Tapi mu doksoh nok wat pandai pulok. Mu ingat mu sape? JPJ? Mu jaga je, mu tau dok? Mu ingat mu pakai uniform, duk kat pondok jaga tu, mu bijok ngat? Boleh ajor kita guane nok bawak kereta? Mu tau dok, cermin sekeping nih boleh bayar gaji mung sebulan. Ketuk gi ngan walkie talkie tuh!

Of course, there's no need to waste words on losers. So I did what I always do.
I put on my sweetest, fakest smile and say "O.K!"
And then I put the car in gear, hit the pedal really, really hard and left him in a cloud of dust and smoke, too pissed off to speak. Hopefully.

If I were dealing with more civilized people, I'd talk to his superior and make such a fuss until he gets demoted/fired/annihilated but we all know people like them only think with their fists and their cocks, so what's the point? I got the last word in anyways hehe :P

A Bundle of Joy

Yesterday night I went out with Nasa again and like 2 nights before, it was super fun but after the first stop we were full and already getting bored cuz there was nothing to do and nowhere to go. The night before I suggested that if we don't have anything to do, we could always go bundle shopping cuz right before that I just passed by this bundle store and suddenly had this really strange, really strong urge to go bundle shopping.

So last night we really had no other destination and we were like, what the heck what have we got to lose right? Not like we have anything better to do. So off we go! Before this, back when I was a bratty, snooty teenager, I always like, pandang rendah all this bundle shops and shoppers but now that I am 20 and know the value of a GOOD BARGAIN I was like all OMG.

I mean, who could resist signs like this?
Even though it was me who suggested this, there's really no one else to go with except for Nasa. He really has the eye and the patience to pick out all the rockin' pieces. Most of what I bought were found by him and the ones he got for himself were just unbelievable. They were all practically in perfect condition. Mine, not so much. And because of his size, he got all the fierce tiny ones for chicks.
These had shoulder pads. I know they are in right now but nuh uh not for me. I tore them out immediately.
This one is so Philosophy, I could like wear it clubbing!

All for 15 bucks bitches! I am sooooo happy cuz they were such bargains! And we managed to kill off an hour plus just browsing the racks hee hee. We stood out like a Bentley in a Proton dealer; all them rempits staring like they ain't seen anything like us before mwahahaha cuz we were loud, giggly, flamboyant and shopping in the girl's sections ;p

Breakfast

Nasi minyak from the auntie that we've been going to since I was 7,
Loh pak kou from Kg Tiong just like 15 years ago,
And 2 half boileds and a big glass of Milo which I've had ever since I could remember.
Glad to see some things never change. Life's good :D Ooooh someone's gonna get f-a-t.

2nd Day and I'm Getting Bored

This always happens to me when I come back here. My brain would be completely empty and I would have nothing interesting/exciting to say except for a few random bits of useless information and rants and complaints, all of which I can just tweet anyways.

Speaking of which, I am soooo addicted to Twitter. It's even more addictive than Facebook, especially now with all the losers and wannabes flocking to FB and overloading the whole thing with their moronic status updates and even lamer quizzes.

Anyhoooo I was looking for pics to upload when I realize that shit, I haven't had a proper camwhore session in ages. I can't find like, a series of 30 shots of just my face from every imaginable angle. Sooo frustrating because I'm bored of seeing all my current pics. Blueh.

I cannot believe my dad finds something to complain about each time I come back. It's so hilarious. This time it's because I'm too thin (I'm not) and too fair/pale. He seems to think I wake up sooooo friggin' late each day that I completely miss the hours when the sun is still shining outside. He is sort of right but I am not gonna let him know that now, am I? Deny deny deny!

Fairy Turns 21!

Who knew house parties could be so fun? The most happening partayy of the year so far, Gaybai's surprise for her 21st, at her own place :)

The food! We complained that it was too little, but Howyee's still having these for lunch until today mwahhaha ;p

Party preparations. The lazy princesses look on while the perempuan with the most angin blows the balloons.

Howyee finds her gift!

And after dolling up, we asked her to re-enact the scene where she comes in and got all surprised. Wardrobe malfunction happened. Pictures not posted to protect whatever dignity she has.

After dinner games. Everyone got raped. Happily.

Hee hee look at her, not a clue she was about to get creamed.

Happy Birthday!!

While these people were sleeping/lazing/reading magazines/turning the party into a bore, outside there were 3 gorgeous model wannabes, 1 photographer wannabe and 1 girl who couldn't get enough food.

Major camwhore moments bitches!

Happy 21st beloved fairy! You have a great life ahead of ya, shine like the sparkling tiara that was on your head xoxo

PROVOCATIVE

Because yesterday was a meaningful day, I went to the photo studio (which was Howyee's place hehe) to take gorgeous photos for my last photography assignment. At first I was hesitant to post them up here because like, who knows what kind of people are reading my blog right? Like, my kakak, adik dan seluruh ahli keluarga might be on here. But they were really much too pretty not to share. Plus, a classroom full of students AND a lecturer have already seen them, so what the hell. Aaaand, like the title says, they are meant to provoke! I know I sound soooo friggin' proud of these photos but really, I must thank the 2 beeyoootiful people who helped me with 'em THANKYOU! :D

Be provoked!

So far this batch is the one that has gotten the best reviews so I'm glad because it's the final one and I'd be in trouble if Mr T didn't like them. He didn't say outright he liked them of course; he still found problems with the lighting, angles, the way I mounted the pics blah blah blah but he didn't caci them to hell and back and I suppose that's the most satisfactory I can get out of him hehe.

Compare them to these, which were for the 2nd assignment and which I went to shoot twice but all they got me was 11 marks out of 20. At least it was better than my first's, which got 0.5 out of 2. Ya allah.

Full On Fab

Attended my first ever proper fashiioon show last Friday thanks to Andy who asked me to go see him compete for MODA. SHAMELESS PROMOTION here: Andy, my friend from high school, is MODA YOUNG DESIGNER OF 2009 kay? Woot! He had fur in his collection! How glamorous :)

Anyways, I discovered that I love the excitement and THE FAB of fashion shows and I want to spend the rest of my life sitting at front-rows wearing designer, going through look-books, being a bitch and being splashed with cow's blood I WANNA WORK FOR MIRANDA PRIESTLY.

The night before, we made a spontaneous trip up to Genting cuz it has been months since we did something of that sort. It was cold and lovely and I decided that I wanna live somewhere I can wear layers and layers of thick clothes and scarves and gloves and boots.

My Failed Photography

I really, really thought my photography skills were improving. After I took these pics, I was soo proud of myself cuz I thought they looked lovely, especially compared to the pics from the previous assignments. Then I went to class the next day and saw everyone else's work and was like, ermm where can I hide these? Sedih. Even more sedih was the lecturer not bagi-ing muka at all, he kept saying how bad it all were. WAAAA~~~ And to think, I spent 30 bucks on printing!! TOOT!