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I Need Therapy for My Retail Therapy

I have decided.

It is dangerous for me to be kept waiting at a mall, especially Midvalley.

So dear friends, the next time we have an appointment, please remember I should not be left alone with time to kill at a place with things to buy.

I will invariably end up at Topman (occasionally Zara, sometimes Cotton On) where I will undoubtedly try on something and then be amazed by how pretty it looks followed by justifying the necessity of having yet another t-shirt/bag/hat/cute boxers and ending in me making a purchase.

[In the case of Cotton On, I don't even try them on, can't be bothered to join the mothereffing long queue at the fitting room]

Bad, bad Jeffrey!

This is especially worse at Topman Midvalley because of all the EVIL friends/salespeople there who would point out to me all the Pretty Things and Why I Absolutely Need Them.

Yes I am weak like that. God save my soul.

It's always the little things that get me. Big Purchases require thinking, so I usually manage to curb those. It's all the small, small 'Oh look, 2nd piece of accessory at half price! What a bargain' or 'Hmm, I keep wearing the same old tees to school lately. Time for new basics maybe?' that has me at the counter before I even know what I'm doing.

When your credit card gets declined, twice, normal sane people would maybe take it as a sign from God that the purchase isn't meant to be. What do I do? Apologize to the cashier with a sweet smile, ask her if she could just hold on a minute and then run to the nearest ATM. Oh well, I never really believed in God anyways.

Thanks to Mummy's last trip here coupled with a few of my recent lets-kill-time-by-going-shopping sessions, there's this corner in my room with more than a few paper bags. Usually I like to see them in a pile, because I like to be reminded now and then that life is rather not bad. But recently macam a bit too much, a bit guilty lor. So I quickly stashed all new purchases in the nearest drawer. LOL

Don't Mess with Me When I'm Hungry

Know what I absolutely hate?

When I am super starving and go and get food, and that food tastes like shit.

It pisses me off extremely.

I don't know why; it's not that bad when I'm not that hungry but when I'm hungry and eat crap food, I feel like beating someone up.

Maybe because when I'm not really hungry, I can be all like, ah I never wanted to eat in the first place so whatever.

But when I'm fungry, I expect to be filled with good food cuz I'd have been anticipating it for a while, you know?

And then the food comes, it tastes horrible, I have to eat some anyways, and then I'm already semi-full and there's no more space in my stomach for better food. It's like my mind doesn't even register that as food so I want to eat some more (maybe to like, block out the badness) but I CAN'T, because I'm already full it's so fucking frustrating!

I'd have to wait like 3 hours to get back my appetite and knowing my eating times, by that hour everything that I want surely dah close. FUCKER.

I'm going to go to the mamak now. At least there confirm can get some good ol' roti canai.

EDITED: Oh trusty mamak, how you disappoint me! I've always gone to you cuz I know you're reliable for good food and fast, friendly service but... 30 minutes for two roti?? And a teh o ais that never came???? I thought you were better than that. My faith, it is shattered.

Road Trips are Lurrrves!

Mondays are dreadful days, I'm sure everybody knows that. Mine's always extra bad because I always have to get up in the middle of a lovely nap on a rainy evening to go attend a class that one classmate describes as a waste of 2.5 k. LOL.

During said class, I couldn't help but think how lovely it would be to just go away for a few days; somewhere with lots of sun, sand, fun and most importantly FOOD. I really, really wanted to go to Penang but the thought of driving 4.5 hours really put me off. Plus, it's just bad to skip so many days of class. So I decided on the next best place.

Everything came together perfectly thankfully =) I found the only person who could and would teman me for such a spontaneous road trip on such short notice on a weekday. The car was with me. Jacqueline was already there. Accomodation settled. Just pump petrol and go.
First stop: drinks at cosy little bar.

Then Jacqueline arrived.

Don't be fooled by her very maintain-glam pose. It was just a pose.

Bitch was drunk like hell. Jacquelinetrainwreck! Yay!

After that I didn't take anymore pictures except for foodfoodandfood. I know, I've turned into one of those people! But really, food was the whole point of the trip so tak salah la ;p

I don't know why but I've been craving this for sooooo looong. Craving satisfied =)

Oh god this is some good shit.

I am salivating again just looking at the pics. Shit. Hungry now.

Was supposed to go in, eat eat eat, and get out in 24 hours. But then it rained. And we ate so much. Rain + full stomachs = wet roads + sleepyheads. Not a good travel combo so we stayed an extra 8 hours.

Mission wasn't 100 percent fulfilled because I didn't get to have satay babi. Which means, second round! Sometime soon! Woot!

P.S. Because we're on the topic of food, and because we did have this on the highway at the start of the trip, I just wanna say... KFC new black pepper chicken is soooooooo fucckkkkingg gooood.

What Kinda Person Does This Make Me?

My mind is constantly flooded with not-nice, mean, sometimes downright evil thoughts.

And yet when I act on them or say them out loud, I always end up racked with guilt.

Of course not in all cases lah, I've said some pretty mean things that I don't regret at all but lately, I'm not liking the things I have been doing even though the ideas always form with a villainous 'Mwahahaha' ringing in my head.

Sometimes, I say mean, mean things, slanderous, hurtful, untrue things on purpose just to hurt. It's like hurling little needles of accusations into the air and see who gets hurt when they fall on top of all our heads.

But when people do get hurt, how come I don't feel the small sense of triumph that I thought would come with it?

Where is the childish feeling that makes me wanna say 'Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh, look at you you're all hurt and I'm not and I did that I did that ha ha ha' ???

But the needles prick me on my head too on their way down. It's like the throbbing bruise on my palm that reminds me how I hurt myself everytime I hurt you.

But this pain is all I have. It is also all I can do. Without the pain, I'm worried that I will forget. Or worse, you will.

I also realized that lately, I'm becoming more and more like Naomi Campbell, only with ten times the anger management issues and zero the supermodel ferociousness. At the rate I'm going, I'll be throwing hammers and daggers at random passerbys soon.

And I don't wanna screw more people up. I know for sure I don't want to be The Rebound Fella so I'm not gonna put other people in that situation also. Friendly flirting and flings are fine (***wah alliteration!) but only if both parties know that that's what it is. If the other person terjebak, surely somebody will get hurt in the end. It was fun while it lasted, but I gotta stop, for both our sakes. Sorry. I'm reeeaally not in the right state of mind to tick the 'In A Relationship' box now.

Friendly Reminders

Note to Self:
Do not borrow ANYTHING nor show any caring nor any sort of kindness whatsoever to stupid motherfuckers who use and take advantage of your inability to move on and learn from mistakes.

Note to Others:
Why don't you just fuck off back to whatever shittyasshole country you crawled out from? That's all.

Drunken Ramblings

I've finally learnt the all-important art of pacing myself.
I've been drinking since 9 p.m and it's now 2 a.m and I'm not shitwrecked! I amaze myself lor sometimes =)
Most of the time by 1.30 I'm already a gone case but today's different.
Yes, I might be drunk but I'm still very in control of myself woooot!
I also learnt what to do once you've reached your limits.
Leave.
If it's not fun, it's not fun. It might get better once you've finished off 5 G&T's but not only is that a fucking waste of money, you gonna feel like hell the next day.
Don't know why it took me all this while to figure out something as fundamental as this. LOL.
Hope I remember this the next time I go out!
Saw an ex and a former Bad-Romance at the club. What a disaster. The BR was as slutttyyy as evahh! And I tried to chat up my ex but totally tak layan. I thought we parted on good terms? Actually, it was civil lah, but where were the sparks? Were there ever sparks???
Babi, clubbing today was sooo boring I actually sneaked out to eat. Twice. Ate lok-lok but it was sooo overpriced for that kinda quality. So bad. Made me feel like eating super good shit satay celup! Mmmm!