Help. I'm drowning.

fuckthisshit

Pain. Guilt. Regret. Utter embarrassment.

I think if there were prizes for Biggest Asshole, there'd be no competition at all.

I'd win it hands-down and it won't be the first time.

Why do I do the shit I do? Fuck I feel so stupid!

Normal people learn from their mistakes. I just find new ways to make them bigger and stupider.

I managed to single-handedly drag more than 10 people all at once, through a shitstorm of drunken drama and tears, wasting everybody's time and energy and money. Fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuuuccckkkittttt.

Now, 20 hours later, I feel like shit physically and mentally. My head throbs and I am still throwing up, even though at this point, there's nothing left but water and stomach acids. Haven't had anything to eat in over 24 hours because food is like the last thing on my mind. Been having this sudden flashes of hot and cold.

Inside, I just wanna die. I have an intense desire to run away, but I don't know where to. The guilt and self-loathe is so unbearable that I just want someone to pinch me by the ears and say that I've been a bad child and cane my hands till they bleed or something.

The thing is, even at my most drunken, I never completely forget. I lose control but I don't lose memory and the remembrance of all the stupid shit I said and did makes it so much worse because I know I was unreasonable and stubborn and everyone was getting fucking tired. It'd be so much easier if I could forget the disappointed faces, the worried eyes, the angry shouting and the tired sighs that I caused.

Now I have a whole bunch of people who don't really know me, and a another bunch that really means something to me, hating my fucking guts.

Seriously, someone just take a gun and blow my fucking brains out now why don't you?

Happy Mid-Autumn Yo!

My cousin very thoughtfully & lovingly invited us over to her place this evening so we wouldn't have to spend Mid Autumn Festival by ourselves, seeing as it is such a family occasion, which I thought was one of the sweetest (non-romantic) gestures anyone has ever shown me in quite a while.

I didn't even notice that the Mooncake Festival was upon us until everyone started blabbing about it on Facebook.

I politely turned it down for a very spirited 20-minute run and a solitary night of frozen food.

(I'm just saying, not throwing a pity party so none of that here, shoo!)

(I guess I'm just feeling a teensy bit antisocial lately. Different case here but especially with friends, who sometimes just keep asking the same thing over & over I just feel like screaming + punching someone)

Back to the story, I mean technically, a steamboat is just another, slightly fancier way of cooking frozen food no?

And I don't think I've ran that fast in quite a bit. I was about to collapse from exhaustion when I got back home (Sunday night parties tend to do that teehee) but the moment I started running it felt so good. Rage seems to be a good motivator.

Yup, anger is (was) the emotion of the moment, which is a departure from the usual denial (number 1) and bargaining (number 2). Now it's back to number 1. All three are very unpleasant though. I wish they would stop sometime soon.

Like A Good Husband...

Good salons & hairstylists are so very hard to find. The nice ones might not know how to cut your hair, the ones who do might be halfway across town while the good & near ones more often than not charge a bomb.

My best haircut ever was a friend's friend who spent almost 1 and a half hour cutting my hair, telling me what's wrong with it, what I should do to correct it, and the do's and don'ts I must tell my future hairstylist. After that cut, I was happy with my hair for like 3 months. He cut it nicely and it grew out fantastic. All these for only less than RM THIRTY FIVE. The catch? He lives in Bukit Mertajam in Penang.

After that (but before becoming a PJ guy) I always go to the auntie in Connaught. She has hits and misses, but I haaaattteeee trying out new salons. I hate unfamiliar places and faces. I hate making decisions on which salon to go on 'feel' alone. I hate trying out different hairstylists, letting them fuck up your hair which you have to live with for months, I hate telling them things and they pretend to listen and then fuck up anyways. I hate when they pretend they know exactly what your hair issues are and how you want it cut and then go on cutting it the only way they know how.

Wow, I sound like I have so much anger it isn't even funny. But really, these are just some long-pent-up feelings. LOL. So yeah, I always dread when the last hairstylist didn't work out and I have to search for a new one. Goodness that sounds like a relationship, but I guess in a way it is?

So anyways, the last hairstylist gave me this hideous bob at the back which I was dying to get rid of because it's so hot and heavy. As in panas dan berat and not hot-and-heavy-with-a-stranger-in-da-club kind. Was in Aman Suria to pick up stuff and since there were salons galore I just took a walk and entered one randomly.

30 mins later, I left a happy, happy fella. Not only does the salon looks nice, it was near my house, easy to reach, easy to find parking, a cute dog was running inside, the guy who did my hair knew immediately how to cut these damn curls, listened to what I said, doesn't charge an arm and a leg and OMG he's soooo effffing hawt. Tall, tight jeans, big biceps, deep voice, yummmz.

And then........ this afternoonI found out my sluttie bestie once slept with him. We were all LOLs and WTFs. Hahaha tiny gay world, that's how it is.

I can't believe I just went on and on about hair, of all things. I know that automatically makes me A Shallow Person. I used to not give two shits about hair at all but I've come to realize that I am not a gorgeous model and if you have good hair, it helps and Lord knows I need all the help I can get =)

Lucky I Didn't Study Business

Today I got home from work relatively early [it was still bright outside] and I had already planned to have a productive evening ahead.

I was going to go for a run, and then I would go home and start on my assignment. God knows I can't afford to delay any more. I have two papers due this week and a presentation on the weekend. Not a single thing has been put to paper yet.

I thought of sneaking in some assignment time at work, now that I've got my own workstation but things have been piling up at work, in the best way possible! I've got quite a few things to work on now and I'm so so happy :)

So... I got home, saw my bed, fell face down, and oh look it's 9p.m and I'm all sore and dizzy for falling asleep in the wrong position, at the wrong time.

After two hours of Kardashians I finally start and now, 45 minutes later I'm already zoning out, procrastinating by coming here to write [after weeks of neglect! Looks like I only blog when there is something I want to avoid doing hee hee] when I should be writing my bloody business plan.

I don't even know where to start. Marketing classes were years and years ago. I look at the terms and I have a vague idea that I've seen them before but I don't know how am I going to come up with 20 intelligent-sounding slides that are gonna make people want to invest in my little publication.

At times like this, I thank heavens for Google.

Rachel Zoe Project

Today I went with my colleague to source and pull items for a shoot. It was so exciting! I felt like Brad Goreski. You go to all the designer showrooms and stores, touch pretty dresses, and say things like, "I'll have this whole rack" or something.

I finally see the office having some sort of fashion closet with all the hangers and garment bags around. Very September Issue :)

We even got style-papped walking in Pavilion, which I found really funny, because of all the times I go out in ridiculous outfits, today was the day someone wanted to take a pic of what I was wearing. Shows that less is really more for a lot of people. Not me though, more is always more!

I mean, what was so interesting about a navy sweater, grey jeans and black hi-tops? Other than the fact that it was ALL women's wear [head to toe to bag]. I only realized that when I looked down at my clothes because they asked me to describe them, and inside I was laughing. I am such a tranny.

When I got back to the office, there were only 10 minutes left till 6. I thought of getting maybe a teensy bit work done but then I saw people in the office marching towards the back.

It was the Cleo sale! They were really systematic. They had cashiers and bouncers [!] and everything set up on tables with big price labels printed out, like a proper warehouse sale. Our sale was just 4 big boxes and everybody clawing through them, and I thought separating the products into categories was already being really organized. LOL.

I think it's the last of the sales. I skipped almost all of the rest [MWW, Cosmo, the marketing team] cuz I didn't want to spend any $ but I was curious so I went and took a peek. Mygodddd it was so worth it.

While everyone stormed the beauty table, I went to the CDs and picked up almost allllll the CDs I've always wanted to get, but never got around to. For only RM2 each! 2 bucks was also the price I paid for the foundation that I'm currently using and running out of. My exact shade and it's the only bottle on the table. I was like, WHOA GRAB.

Add that to my RM5 Benefit and Guerlain [RM5! Benefit! Guerlain!] stuff from the other day's Bazaar sale and I is a happeee happppee beeeetch.

And then 6 o clock, I went downstairs, and got the most amazing surprise ever. Like, I don't think anybody ever did that for me. Totally diabetes ;)

No Like

I guess this is one of life's many, ahem, learning opportunities that each person just has to go through.
Today I had to take responsibility [and the resulting consequences] of something that I didn't even do in the first place.
Months ago, this sort of unfairness would have me waving clutches in people's faces... but I guess WORKING PEOPLE are just more responsible than that. Har Har. I love saying that. Interning is still a job RIGHT?
I didn't even want to start any sort of drama, even though I know I was more than partially right.
All I did was just nod, say I'm sorry, say I'm sorry again, smile and bear with it.
Seriously, what's the point of starting some never-ending argument? It would only cause bad blood and that would be b-a-a-a-d because you're gonna have to be in constant contact with them; and when you're at the bottom of the food chain, you cannot afford to be making enemies :)

*****

On a completely unrelated note, my tummy has been home to jittery, fluttery butterflies this past week. The good kind. They've been missing a long time. I catch myself smiling like a loony to nobody in particular every now and then. Anyways, talking about it = jinxing it + it's much too soon to even know what it is = ishallstopnowfullstop

Scare of My Life

Yesterday I almost lost my phone again. Okay, I've practically lost it, and then I found it back.

After Jacq picked me up, she went to meet a customer [hee hee not that kind] for a while and I waited in the car. I remembered playing that bloody blocks game for a while and then I slept. As far as I know, that was the last time I used the phone.

And then we went to the McDonald's at BU Centrepoint for lunch. Later after I dropped her off, I was heading to Gardens and tried fishing it out of my bag. When I left the office I put it in my bag so I kept thinking it was inside. It wasn't! I started panicking big time; like I couldn't drive at all.

The moment I parked in Gardens, I turned the whole car upside down looking for the damn thing. I was pretty sure it would be on the floor somewhere under the mats or something. Almost died when it wasn't. Quickly borrowed a stranger's phone to call, and there was a dial tone, but I couldn't hear the ringer. It wasn't in the car!

I still had a shitload of stuff to return. I hurried to the boutique and they were slooowww as hell; and I was bloody impatient. And then I had to go to Bangsar followed by KLCC and Pavilion. At the Bangsar boutique I called my phone again. Again it rang. I found it weird cuz usually whoever finds a phone and intends to keep it would usually just switch it off. So inside of me was a little hope, that maybe it's in this magical place in my bag or the car that I just haven't seen or maybe some kind soul was just waiting for me to call so that he/she could return but right now they are using the toilet or in class or something.

Since it wasn't in my bag or in the car, I figured I must have dropped it at McD's because everytime we eat, there'll be tons of wrappers and boxes and tissues and chilli packets and a mountain of fries. Maybe my phone was buried under all those, and I just left. I was like, pleeeeaaase God let the cleaners have found it, and are now safeguarding it for me. And then I felt bad and berated myself, because you'd never see me like, praying or talking to God when I am not in need of something. Heck if I was God I'd punish me for doing it only in trouble or distress. I was already planning like, if someone found it and kept it for me at McD's, I would totally give them a cash reward or something even though I'm broke as shit.

So I went all the way back to BU and the McD people were immediately like, No. Like, they didn't even think about it, or asked anybody else. My heart sank so low. And then I thought, you know what, I'm already here, it's unlikely as hell but why not give it a shot it sure as fuck won't hurt me; so I went down to the parking lot where we parked earlier and I walked to the lot that I was pretty sure we parked in and OMGCANYOUFUCKINGBELIEVEIT my phone is lying there on the floor! I must have put in my lap when I fell asleep and when I got out of the car, it just fell. It was like under another car and I had to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

I was so relieved I could cry. I seriously wouldn't know what to do if I lost it for real. It would be the second time in 6 months. Like WTF right. Not only were there things that couldn't be seen, [ahem], but there were pretty pictures and getting contacts back, having to suspend the line, all that is such a bitch.

I should have known laarh. Only the day before Royce was telling me he had lost his phone 3 times and I told him I'm pretty careless with all my stuff but my phone I tend to keep close to me because I feel naked without it. Like WTF. And then this happened to me. Total jinx okay! Universe playing tricks on me or what.

Gold Coast =)

This is like a month overdue. I came back from such an amazing trip all excited bursting with things to say after seeing and doing so much. Then I left it for one week. Then another. And another. Now my thoughts are all dried up and all I know is I had a really good time. And there were a ton of cuties. That pretty much sums up the whole trip!

Warringa Surf, where we stayed. The whole stretch of beach was dotted with hotels. Some all big and sleek while some are really quaint and cosy. Ours was a quiet one, really comfortable, HUGE space and it just felt soooo home-ish. Ah.
Look at the amazing view. Everyday I keep saying to Joceline, today's the day we'll just sit at the beach and soak up the rays and the view. But not only did our parents with their go-go-GOOOO plans did not allow that, the weather was also not co-operating. It might look super sunny, but the wind + water + 18 degrees weather wasn't the best combination. Don't know how all the hot surfer dudes do it heh heh.
Our ride. Jacqueline and I was all like, now why couldn't we be driving this in KL instead? How ever will we get ourselves used to driving the Kembara again? Sigh. It was such a smooth ride and OMG the roads in Oz were really, really easy to navigate. We brought our Google Maps printouts but by the second day, we didn't really need to refer to them anymore. It's basically one long stretch of straight road with signages everywhere. All the street names were well-placed so you never have to go like, "waitaminute where are we again? Are you sure we didn't pass that street already? Turn back turn back!"
WOOLWORTHS! OMG. Our second home at the Gold Coast. We came to this supermarket every single day, for real. We'd buy groceries, toiletries, snacks, drinks, dinner, breakfast, every thing you could think of.



Kangaroos! I was hoping to see either Jacq or Joceline get boxed by an angry kangaroo, but no such luck. Oh well, I saw baby joeys in their momma's pouches, so that's a consolation. Sadly though, they don't look a thing like the cartoons we see or the illustrations in kiddy books. It is NOT cute at all. In fact, they look downright freaky, like clawed monsters hiding and stretching out the momma's tummy. LOL.






Dreamworld & Water World was fun fun fun fun we so excited! The best ride was definitely the Tower of Terror where you're propelled backwards at like a million kilometers an hour until you're like 50 storeys high or something, and then you're plunged back down at the same speed. Whheee! Couldn't feel my face for 20 minutes after that.

Driving around at twilight =)
Our last night in Australia. The flight was extremely early, and we didn't want to sleep so that we could totally conk out on the plane. We went out instead. To a bar that wasn't really fun, but we had vodka in the car so yeah, alco makes the world a better place!
We also finally, FINALLY got to have our McDonald's which made us very happy because it is our personal mission to sample McD's in as many countries as possible =)
Found a lonely-looking cart just sitting there and we decided to make its life more fulfilling by recruiting it as a prop in an impromptu camwhoremax session.

I also have like a thousand pics of random hotties that Joceline secretly stalked and snapped [har har!]. I'm thinking of printing them out and creating a scrapbook, cuz combined with the ones we snapped in Bali and from vacations past, we have quite a collection going. LOL.

Second Time Around

Days of waking up at 2 p.m 6 days a week then racking my brain to come up with something productive or fulfilling to do are gone!

It feels good to be doing my internship again. I guess it really helps already knowing the people there, and being able to expect the type of work you will be doing. It makes getting into the hang of things so much easier. I'm still a little quiet (for me), but it doesn't feel as awkward, like it's the first day of school or something.

For the first time in my life, I am working AND studying at the same time. I feel a sense of adult-ness and responsibility that I have never felt before. For the past semester or two, I've had classes only once or twice a week. All my friends were like, 'whuuut I so envy your life you get to sleep the whole day' when in actuality I felt so unproductive. Like, WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IN LIFE? LOL so the dramaz.

I was really happy that things fell into place at the last minute. Like, I wanted to start in May but they called and said that they have someone till September. And then, they said if I wanted, I could start in July. So I was like okay, I'll just find some other part time thing to do for two months. Then right when I got back from Australia, they called and said hey you can start next week! I was like YAY. Also, I need to shop for new clothes.

Even classes are going good. When I checked the timetable during break, it was stated that the lecturer from last sem was gonna be teaching us again. I was devastated! Not because he was a bad lecturer, but because I am a bad student! Baaaad I tell you.

His class was all about computers and coding and photoshop and designing. It might as well be in an alien tongue cuz I couldn't understand a single thing. The work I submitted... OMG. It looked like some website in the 90's that got hit by a virus some geeky thirteen year old came up with. Sigh. The lecturer was more than nice; he gave me time to fix it and tried to make it better. I really did try. It was still horrendous. To my IMMENSE relief, he did not fail me! In fact, he was so nice to give me 1 mark more than what the pass rate was. PHEW!

So yeah, I was embarrassed if I had to be in his class again. He'd be all like, oh yeah this was the kid that was such an epic fail. I wasn't ready to face accusatory stares loaded with contempt/disappointment.

So, happy I was when I went to class and saw that it was a different lecturer! LALALALA. And I can't believe it, but the subject is actually fascinating this time. The lecturer is a writer who works for a magazine so the things he talks about are all drawn from real-life experiences. I find myself actually paying attention and wanting to know more, instead of yawning/doodling on my notepad/checking Twitter. Hee hee.

The Next T-Swizzle

Hungry as usual at this time of the night, we went on our nightly search for food. Tired of Malay warungs and fast food, I was looking for something different. I don't even mean exotic, all I wanted was something that I haven't been continuously eating for the past 5 days. This apparently, is not an easy feat in Terengganu at 2 something in the morning.

After an hour plus of zooming around in the car, I was about to give up and go to Perindu when I saw NAAN. Immediately made up my mind.

Anyways, the chicken tandoori there was soooo. effing. good that it totally inspired me. As in, to write a song.

For Joceline Yan.

Chicken Chicken

Chicken chicken, tastes so good.

I'm going to eat you as my food.

Chicken chicken, makes me happy.

Now that you are in my tummy.

Chicken chicken, oh so red.

Makes my mouth mastur-beh-eh-eh

Chicken chicken, at 3 am.

Mmmmmm. You are my best friend

Chicken chicken, I'm so full.

Soon enough, you'll be my stool.

Chicken chicken, now you're gone.

And so, ends my song.

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OMGGGGZZZ can you say geniuuus?! I expect some where around this time next year, I'll be collecting accolades left and right thankyouverymuch.

I even managed to apply some Gaga/Kesha/Katy songwriting genius. Don't have enough syllables? Easy, just add in random words/sounds (like Mmmm), or stutters to lengthen the whole thing out. I is so cleverz.

P.S I am not drunk by the way. However, I am contemplating blaming drunkenness if, sorry WHEN, this stupid crap comes back and bites me in the ass.

P.P.S. Joceline, thanks for being such a receptive listener. Sorry for the blood trickling down your ears when I finished.

The Crazies

Brought The Crazies out for an early morning car ride today when I sent Mummy off to work and went to get breakfast.

Just trying to get them in the car itself is a difficult task, because the moment they're out of the house, they both make a run for the outside world, to go sniff other doggies' shit and to pee in the grass and stuff.

It's so cute that they're both totally different, even when it comes to riding in cars. The moment Yuki gets in the car, she goes and lie down on the floor behind the driver's seat. She doesn't really deal well with AC and true enough, mere minutes later, she starts sneezing.

Sasha, on the other hand, is dumb like Rebecca Black. She doesn't know if she's gonna take the front seat or the back seat so she clambers up and down, back and forth, slobbering all the while.

And for her size, she's a big ol' coward. She doesn't even dare to get down from the car when we reach home. She needs me to carry her down like a baby. Yuki, she just takes one look at the open door and jumps down on her fat stubby legs. LOL.

I like how I can't see her eyes. Shoooo cute.
Look at the greedy monster eyeing my packets of nasi dagang. Back off you!

Welcome to the Club

I feel like a Bad Influence. A Wild Child. Not A Good Brother.

We sneaked Joceline into Barsonic yesterday and we all had a merry good time.

I was impressed by how well she held her beer at Beer Factory [much better than Howyee that poor thing BWAHAHA] but we all know what Long Islands can do.

Fast forward 8 hours later and her face was green and she has already filled three plastic bags with sick. She was having an epic hangover, the Jacqueline kind.

Sorry arr Mei Mei, I shoulda been gentler for your first time. Ah well, at least you had fun! And 18 is a fine age to start training your alco tolerance ;)

They played Friday at Sonic yesterday. I could see faces all around were like ZOMGWTF. We were the only ones so happy [okay maybe we were really drunk] that we went all partyin' partyin' YEAH! OMG. Rebecca Black is so stoopid she makes me happy :)

Mini Reviews

LOL I broke my own personal record. 5 movies in 5 days, and 3 movies the week before that. I don't think I've ever spent so much time in the cinema in one week.

True Grit - Watched this because the fam was watching Number Four and I've already watched that, and decided that it wasn't worth a second watch even though the eye candy was BOOMZ. There wasn't anything else I wanted to see, this looked OK, so I went in and hoped I wouldn't hate it because I don't usually watch Westerns but ohmygod this was good. Hailee Steinfeld was sooo amazing and classy and she's ONLY 14. Hope she doesn't go the Lohan route hahaha.

Burlesque - This was a second watching. Yeah, the story wasn't the most original and you could see how it'd end a mile away but... it's a musical! With campy songs! Sang by Christina! And lots of booty-shaking and sequined dresses! Was fun and camp and very uplifting. I loikes. I don't get why some people like to hate on Xtina hmph.

Beastly - Again, this was for the eye-candy. Tambah 50 points for Alex P's face, minus 280 points for Vanessa Hudgen's. Seriously, she is Gabriella Montez and no one else. Ever. Storyline was so-so-so-so. I cannot believe an Olsen twin is actually acting. In a movie. And unsurprisingly, in very fierce outfits. Wonder if any were from The Row? LOL.

The Adjustment Bureau - Watched this for Emily Blunt and she was effing fantastic. I love her! Hers and Matt Damon's performances made the movie. The storyline was intriguing enough, but the ending somewhat lazy.

127 Hours - Franco is so darn cute. And talented. This movie is so sick, as in gross. It's amazing I didn't throw up.

Down & Dirrty in Bangkok ;)

17/02/11 - 21/02/11: The first time I went somewhere not in Malaysia without Mummy and Daddy. Had to do everything myself, from booking the flight, researching hotels and locations, scout out where all the good party places are. Hehe luckily I've been to BKK twice before so I kinda knew a little here and there, and what to expect and generally how to get around.

It was kinda random for me to be going with Ruby and Alex but they turned out to be such great fun! They can really go crazy with the shopping. Like in one place alone, they can buy like twenty items each? o_0 We be rockin' the Platinum & Chatuchak-chic now hahahaha.

Andy and I, we're more of the partying kind. Club-hopping, drinking, that's our thing! Alco is soooo damn cheap in Thailand! We went through like four weekends in KL worth of alco during that four nights in Bangkok. Cabs are also cheap as fuck, so we can drink till we pass out then just cab it back to the hotel, no need to worry bout cops and stuff.

There was this one night where we left the club at 6.30 in the a.m, and when we got back to the hotel, we can see the people in the hotel opposite already in the restaurant having their breakfast buffet. Can you say T-R-A-S-H-Y?

Also, the difference between going with friends and going with family is that with friends, you can go to all the, ahem, red-light places and just like, be astounded because OMG it was really... astounding. I mean, the last time we went Dad wanted us to see as well but hellooo, awkward! I feel so bad for Ruby; the things she saw she will never get out of her mind. LOL!

And, I'm not usually into Asians but wow can I say Bangkok is really filled with eye-candy. Andy, with his Asian tendencies and his new, boy-attracting buff bod, was really in heaven. HAHAHAHAHA!

I can't really write anymore because I feel really uninspired these past couple of months when it comes to putting words down, so... picture time!

Our hotel, which was really clean and pretty new and the staff were all super-helpful and most importantly for us, CHEAP! Location was great as well, very central. Cabs to almost anywhere cost us like, 3 or 4 bucks per person. Wheeee!

Exploring the streets around the hotel. The street food looked and smelled sooooo good, but I only tried it once because Andy refused to eat in the streets. He said he didn't want to spend the rest of the trip sitting on a toilet bowl or puking lol. Snob. FYI Andy, that delish roasted chicken didn't gimme diarrhea!

The Japanese street, where all the tacky brothels and ugly whores were.

Our fave food, chicken PUT cashew nut seed! Hahahahaha! We had this for dinner twice.

Wait, I think our fave were the 7-11 meals! They were these rice sets in boxes with different sides like basil chicken or teriyaki chicken. You took them out from the fridge and they'd microwave it for you and it only costs 3 ringgit OMGGZZZ! We had them every single night for supper cuz we always partied soooo long we get super hungry after.

Our routine goes along the lines of shopping and seeing sights for the entire day, then go back to the hotel for a late afternoon or early evening nap, then get up and get ready for a night out, come back around 5 a.m, sleep for 5 hours, then repeat the next day. Loves!



Gah I no like sitting in front. I wants to camwhore too!

The after-a-few-drinks face.



LOL semua pakai baju baru.


Official drink of the trip: Green apple vodka + Sprite. LOL.

P.S Pictures were all stolen from Ruby's and Alex's cam. I no like travelling without my own camera boo hoo.

Bimbo Alert

I just did the thing that Halix used to do all the time, and which I always laugh at him for it.

I just took out my flat iron, for no apparent reason, in the middle of the night, and started straightening my hair.

Okay, there was a reason actually. I ter-saw on Facebook a photo from one year ago where my hair was longer, I had Bieber-like bangs, and I don't know if it's because Howyee edited it super nice or what lah, but my hair was like, shiny and gorgeous.

Then I looked up in the mirror. My current hair. Very. The. Hodoh. Just out from the shower and it's frizzy and damaged and curling in like 5 million different directions.

Out came the iron and I frantically tried to recapture what I fear I might have lost. Cheh wah dramatic tak habis.

My hair is much shorter now lah, so of course can't be 100% same but I think boleh kot, will do for now.

Okay... bimbo moment passed.

Early Morning Pissy Offy

Eurgh early in the morning dah irritated by the nasi lemak auntie. She put my order on hold, even though I was first, and served those who came after me because I "tengah sembang telefon" and they only wanted the biasa kind, one packet while I wanted three nasi lemak sotong's.

Firstly, you kept me waiting to layan three people, that's already three packets kay. Why can't you just do MY three packets first then? I was there first anyways. Dunno what kinda stupid logic people have nowadays.

Then she keeps saying that I won't mind because I'm talking on the phone. Like what the. I've already ordered okay. What has my being on the phone got to do with anything? It's not like I am the one packing the bloody nasi lemak. I have to stand there and do bloody nothing only you will consider serving me is it?

OMG *deep breath* not good for my heart. I held my tongue because I don't wanna let loose and ruin someone's morning, and also because the nasi lemak is good - luckily, kalau tak, habis - and I will be going back repeatedly.

Midnight at Mickey D's

Because the new house still lack certain basic necessities like the Internet, and because I suddenly went on a spontaneous 3 day trip up north AND because I have lost access to mobile devices with WiFi capabilities, I have actually been completely cut off from the online world for like, 5 whole days.

WTF that's like a lifetime in 2011. I mean like, almost all social outings in my group is planned through Twitter nowadays. What's a biatch trapped in 2004 like me to do? Haha simple, hijack Jacqueline's BB LOL.

Nah I'm actually at my new favorite McD's now. Being the freak that I am, I was only here like 4 hours ago. It's like I'm desperate to make up for lost time or something after being offline for so long. I hope the staff don't recognize me and think of me as some Wifi-hogging cheapo. It's only till they transfer the line, I promise =)

I'm still so relaxed from my mini holiday (not that there was anything stressing me out anyways haha). Still, it was super nice to disappear off some place where there's fuck all to do but eat 7 times a day. Can't believe the last time I was in Penang was like, 2 years ago? OMG I was practically a different person then, I think?

Oleh sebab takda Internet AAAND TV at home, I have been entertaining myself the old-fashioned way; old as in like 1800's. I occupy myself with books, a pet and tons of household chores. I mean, just half an hour ago, I was in the kitchen chopping onions and garlic to store in Tupperwares so it'd be more convenient when we wanna cook in the future. Can you effing believe that? I'm soooooo domesticated hahaha.

You wouldn't believe the amount of cleaning you have to do when you're staying in an entire house haha, not just a room. No kakak pulak tuh. And this is pre-renovation, where we are skipping certain parts that we know we'll re-do/knock down. It's good though, it keeps me busy.

Finally, 15 days after moving all my shit in, I have unpacked them all! Woots! Fuck am I lazy or what? There's still like maybe 2% left in paper bags here and there but those can wait until all the furniture are here :) Lagi best is when unpacking random bags, I found a couple of baju baru and a new pair of shoes ahhahahaha totally forgot about 'em.

Have been on multiple trips to Tesco and Giant and Ikea to get homey stuff for our house. There is NO end to the things you need. Like, you could go on Monday, get a bunch of things, and then the moment you reached home you'd realize you haven't got like, the companion items; like there's no place to put this on, there's no cover for that, there's nothing to put in this, some part of that is missing, blah blah blah, and on Tuesday you'd go again and then same thing happens, and you finally get everything on Wednesday pheewwww. Ini pun we've already made lists okaay.

Mummy's gonna be here in like, 8 hours! Wheeeeeeee!!!! Tak sabar sabar because there's so much to do for the new place and also, I have only done like, 20% of my CNY shopping? Hahaha can't celebrate new year without new clothes now, can we? And not only that, I also haven't replaced everything that I lost in that Dreadful New Year's Eve Incident. BIG HINT momma! Heee heeee.

Today

Today I went to Tropicana for the first time evahhh (can't believe I've been so jakun) and watched my second movie in two days. I've been wanting to watch Narnia (again, outdated!!) forever but never got around to it. Was really good IMO. You know me, I love things with a touch of magic LOL. Can't remember the last time I watched a movie for SIX RINGGIT ONLY.

Today I went to the bank to get my shit cleared up and done with and wondered why the same task can be all done by one bank in less than 2o minutes with good service to boot, offering extras here and there while another bank has taken 2 days now and there is still no news from them. It's just a matter of replacing an ATM card. Seriously, how long do you need? And I don't appreciate the passive-aggressive attitude either.

Today, I went to our new place, and for the first time I get to flash an access card at the entry and then proceed to park in my very own parking lot. And at the lifts, I didn't have to wait for people to come out so that I could go in. I have my own tag! I'm a proper resident now! Not some temporary tenant that could be evicted anytime =)

Today I went back for the second last time to try to pack everything up. It is a total nightmare; packing and sorting has always been my least favorite part of moving. You've always been better at it. Took you only 30 minutes to finish up what I did the whole afternoon. It was very unpleasant sorting things into my pile and your pile. Every single item, no matter how small, brings back a memory of you and us. And there I was putting it all aside for you to take them away. To me, this house has always been 'us' and now it's no more. There goes another part of me and you that we'd never be able to get back.

Ringing in the NY Dengan Emonya

Okay I've said what I wanted to say and to be honest, it doesn't feel like what I thought it would feel.

Where's the satisfaction that used to come from being mean?

Though, just because it's mean doesn't mean it's not true.

But on the other hand, just because it's true doesn't mean I should just put it all out there.

I mean, what's the purpose? So people can click 'like' and leave inane comments?

Can't regret though, I can't take back what has been said.

Then again, it's only as simple as clicking 'remove post' no?

Doesn't erase the sentiment but at least it won't add to the flames.

Homaigawd I'm so redundant I'm annoying myself. Bah.

Anyways, NY Resolution I intend to keep but doubt that I'll be able to: To never see or speak to you ever again.

Chehhhwah, dramatic, I know. But what the hell, I've promised myself that a hundred times before and not once has it ever worked. Can't see 2011 being any different but at least I can try. Amen.