They Took My Brain!

2011-10-04T23:57:00.000+08:00

Help. I'm drowning.

fuckthisshit

2011-10-03T02:29:00.003+08:00

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!

2011-09-12T23:05:00.004+08:00

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...

2011-08-04T20:28:00.002+08:00

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

2011-07-20T00:59:00.003+08:00

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

2011-06-16T03:14:00.003+08:00

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

2011-06-14T14:50:00.004+08:00

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

2011-06-10T01:55:00.002+08:00

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 =)

2011-05-26T23:29:00.007+08:00

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

2011-05-18T04:38:00.003+08:00

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

2011-04-23T03:25:00.002+08:00

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

2011-04-19T01:08:00.003+08:00

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

2011-04-17T01:48:00.003+08:00

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

2011-03-09T02:48:00.002+08:00

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 ;)

2011-03-07T02:30:00.006+08:00

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

2011-01-26T01:44:00.003+08:00

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

2011-01-24T09:16:00.004+08:00

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

2011-01-20T02:33:00.004+08:00

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

2011-01-05T02:33:00.003+08:00

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

2011-01-03T01:12:00.003+08:00

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.

Retail Therapy Isn't Very Therapeutic, Is It?

2010-12-13T15:09:00.006+08:00

Unless you're very rich, of course.

Right now I'm going back & forth (like Willow's hair) between feeling really good and bad, and then bad for feeling bad because really, I'm good. Hahaha.

I is happy because I just made fantastic (IMO hahah) new additions to my wardrobe and then I feel bad because I'm not supposed to spend. Not that much, anyways. The $ was to pay hefty traffic summonses, but summonses are boooo-riiing, I'd rather buy pretty things I can wear LOL *bimbo*

I went to Pavilion with the sole intention of getting Momma's skincare stuff, even though she was just here like 3 days ago. She won't buy anything without first trawling all over the net doing her comprehensive scientific beauty research.

And then I stopped by Topshop cuz I had a RM25 voucher so I thought maybe I could get like a basic tee or something. One can never have too many basic tees! Then I saw this ring, which was like, 26 bucks so yay something to use the voucher on without paying too much extra. But. I grabbed the basic anyway. And another slutty mesh top which for now I still don't know how to wear without looking trashy but which I totally had to have. So yeah, no savings at all. Stupid voucher tricked me! They must know that I rarely resist once I walk in and take a long look around hmph.

Then I decided to kill time as usual at the bookstore. And I told myself I needed to get something because like, who goes on a beach holiday without a book right? Only thing is, just one book is a really quick read, plus I got those really fluffy chick lit kind (perfect for the beach!) I probably would have finished half of it on the plane and the other half by the end of the first day. So... I got two.

Then I went over to Uniqlo cuz I wanted to get a plain white tee. Several of mine have either gone missing or yellowed eww. (Why do they disappear so easily?) But in the men's department, the smallest they had was M which would look terrible because it doesn't fit so I was thinking maybe I could get a woman's one in a larger size so I walked downstairs and all they had were like camisoles and tank tops.

Extremely disappointed, I was about to leave when I saw in one section rows of gorgeous mohair sweaters on SALE. They were beautiful! And 'perfect for layering' or at least, that's what the tag above it said. It's true though. I tried one for two minutes and I was already thinking of the many ways I could wear it. OMG. Couldn't resist. I tried so many on cuz I couldn't decide which colours I want and whether I want a V-neck, scoop neck or cardi. I was very determined to take only one.

After I decided I walked to the cashier to pay and I saw this pweeeteee wool checked coat with gold buttons which wouldn't look outta place on Ms. Waldorf. (OMG what's wrong with me am I really taking fashion cues from Gossip Girl?). It didn't look that fantastic hanging there but when I tried it on... omglurrrrveees. (Hahaha I am talking like a teengurl today whyyyy) Then this cipetcinaauntie hogged MY mirror so I had to go find a new one and next to the new mirror, there was this amazing navy velvet blazer. Ohmygod. Wet! It fitted. So. Fucking. Per. Fect. Ly. And then I got really torn because I only wanted to to get a tee and even though they don't have that I now have three things in my arms which I didn't plan on getting at all in the first place. Dilemma dilemma. In the end, I chose the first two items I saw though as I am writing this now, I am contemplating to go back and get that perfect velvet blazer hee hee. I spent like 80 minutes in that store and I didn't even realize till Cyntia called me and told me it's dinnertime.

On the grand scale of things, I probably didn't spend that much but in contrast to the income that I'm bringing in right now (zero!), I must say it wasn't very healthy (for me, for the economy-yes) for one single afternoon. LOL.

This is like, a Standard 6 Karangan LOL

2010-11-18T02:23:00.003+08:00

Yesterday and today have been very happy days indeed!

First, I needed to do pickups and shoots, so no going into office!

Means, I could wake a teensy bit later. One hour of extra sleep was heaven.

Then, I had le big breakfast at La Bod (which was very yumm) with very good company, who is sadly, gonna be leaving soon. Good to catch up for what I think is gonna be the last time in a very long time.

And then, dinner with Andy! Followed by movie night! I haven't watched a movie in ages and we've been talking about doing it forever. Let Me In was very very very good! I don't think I've ever watched a vampire movie that was this heart-wrenching and yet at the same time, truly chilling.

After that was slumber party time! With lots of talking+gossiping+playing with fabulous clothes, as usual =)))))))))

Woke up super late (hooray for public holidays) <--- can't believe I actually said that omgwhathappenedtothemewhowakesuplateverysingleday - and then went shopping! Bought things I didn't really need and couldn't really afford, but they look fucking faboo so idontcare, I eez happy.

And then came back to Connaught untuk yamcha dengan kawan2 yang sudah manyak lama gua tarak jumpa! Lalalala~~~

The end.

Now I have like, 6 hours to sleep ohmaigosh goodnight.

Deprestrated

2010-11-16T00:00:00.002+08:00

There are two things that are reaaaalllyyy frustrating AND depressing me. My nerves feel like they've been trampled on.

1) I am being evicted!

The day that I said would come has finally come! I have been served notice and told to move out. But very surprisingly it's not for the reason that I thought it would be. The house owner wanted the house back as a wedding gift to her son. That means all 6 of us are going to be out of a home!

But really, Jenny really surprised me though. We're her tenants, not like her children or something. She didn't need to like take care of us, like what's gonna happen to us, where we're gonna live, etc. She could have just told us that the owner wants it back and then highlight it outta here. She's prolly rich enough not to have to live in this crappy overpopulated area anyways.

But no... she really cared about what's gonna happen to us. She's looking and negotiating for the cheapest and bestest place possible and wants to bring us all with her. She's giving us priority to move in with her AND she's looking for somewhere near the uni so that Ryan and I could still go to classes, no problem. OMG. Mana mau cari house leader like this?!?!! TERHARU! I take back all the mean things I said! Hahahaha. I even heard her talking about buying a place here. Whoa. She told Christy that if worse comes to worst, they'd live near Leisure Mall so that it's easier for Christy to go to work. Aaaand she's in talks with the owner to give us more time to look for a place + move out.

However, no matter how nice Jenny is, fact of the matter is I am still being evicted! I still need to look for a new place! Haven't I mentioned 600758 times before how much I FUCKING HATE looking for a new place AND moving?! Oh God the packing and the moving and the cleaning and the settling in I hateithateithateit!!

2) I'm not graduating!

OK lah, not that dramatic but I'm not graduating when I thought I would be graduating and it's all the uni's fault!!! FML! It's not like I failed exams or what! [Touch wood] I only have three subjects left. That's barely a semester. I thought I can gao dim all come January but today when course selection opened, I check the timetables, and the fuck they are only offering two. SO WHAT I NEED TO WAIT AND DELAY MY LIFE FOR FOUR WHOLE MONTHS JUST TO TAKE ONE OR TWO CLASSES A WEEK LA IZZIT ARHGHGH$$$&%$*^((&"^£^$&"£*"£($&$&%&*£!!!!!

Fuckkk it I've already told all the uncles + aunties who keep on asking and asking and asking, that I would be graduating middle of next year. Now it's end of the year. I'm gonna look so bodoh okay. And that's the least of the problems. Stupid uni wanna cheat our money for one more sem. 400 bucks I pay each semester for "miscellaneous" and WTF do I get? Nothing I can think of. A pool I do not use? A library that is constantly renovated but books not upgraded? Crappy parking under the fucking hot sun and on fucking dirt??! Fuck off.

I wanna work okay! I wanna quickly start paying off whatever debts I owe to parents/PTPTN and start buying designer stuff!!! OK lah maybe not that last part but whatevs. I'm so not gonna wait until I graduate to work. By the time I finish these two subjects, I'm gonna start looking for a job dy. Maybe do freelance/part time first so I can go for that ONE class a week; I'll figure that out later.

OMG I was so enraged and now I feel a teensy bit better after vomiting all that out. Still pissed though.

My Work Journal, Part I

2010-11-14T22:49:00.003+08:00

The week has come and gone, and so has the weekend. Twice now. Tomorrow would be the start of Week Three!

Time seems to pass really fast and yet at the same time, rather slow. Not making much sense I know. LOL

I've gotta write a weekly report but I know that I will put it off right until Jan 10th or somewhere around there since the submission date is 14th so I might as well jot all the things here first because there is no way I will remember what happened week-to-week by the time January gets here.

Week 1 Day 1

Well, it's the first day and like all first days, I remember starting off unsure and lost and nervous, all those things. Also intimidated, because everyone looks so polished and put-together. There was nothing much to be done on the first day. What I did was read A LOT of magazines, like the back issues of the international editions and stuff. Helped to move some magazines around and clear out some stuff like old press releases, etc. Little things like making copies and calculating claims, which I totally didn't mind cuz it meant something to do he he. Observed all the other staff at work, which was really enlightening.

Day 2

Started to have more things to do. We [temps/interns] don't get our own desks and computers so if someone's not in, then we get their work stations. Learned how to send out emails for price requests; and then key in those prices in the pages that are already done by the writers. Almost at the end of the day, I was asked to type up the text for a feature from US Bazaar that they wanted to run. That made time pass real fast =)

Day 3

Yay finally I got to write a little! My senior asked me to go through a book and then write a short lil snippet about it and then maybe she can slot it into the culture section =)

Day 4

My senior went out to pick up samples while I stayed at the office. Helped to sort out the store room (beauty room?). There were tons of products in there! From like, every imaginable brand. A girl can stay in there and play for days without coming out I think. LOL. When she got back, I went with my senior to the studio where they shoot all the products for their pages. Helped with unpacking the clothes, steam-ironing them and then watch while the photogs do their thing.

Week 2 Day 1

I'm finally assigned the job that's more or less gonna be my main task for the two months that I'm gonna be here: returning [as well as picking up] samples that were loaned from all the brands we're featuring. This time it's returning all the stuff from Dior & Gucci that were used on the shoot on Thursday. It was the first time I had a 15 thousand dollar dress in my hand. Before this, the most designer item I've ever held was Andy Bandy! HAHAHAHAHAH! Had to go to Starhill & KLCC, and managed to slip in a quick lunch with Howyee =)

Day 2

Oh shiiiitttt I'm starting to forget what I did! And it's just like 5 days ago dieee lah how am I gonna write my bloody report like this? I remembered whole day just waiting to go to the Topshop event? I think I sent out more price request emails. Yeah. And read more back issues.

Day 3

I did transcribing! I remember this yes! A colleague recently did a beauty interview and interviewed 3 people so I had to listen to the audio recordings and transcribe accordingly. OMG really not easy though I felt very 'journalist' cuz you had to use the recorder and type out a lot of stuff. Hahaha. Things got hard when it got to the gwailoh because of the accent, and because he mumbled. And then because sometimes these interviews are like conversations, so sometimes two people start talking at the same time or they do the 'mmm, mmm ahh ahh' kinda thing, or they laugh, or cut off each other, OMG that's when you need to play it back over and over again to get it right. Some used words that were really technical/scientific like xxxx-acids or xxxx-essences and you don't even know what it means. Some repeat words like 'you know' or 'like' or 'basically' or even 'first of all, I think' up to five or six times in a single sentence hahaha.

Day 4

Didn't need to go to the office in the morning because I had to go to KLCC to pick up loans. Had a shoot on that afternoon itself. I thought what I picked up in the morning was already very pricey. Mana tahu 20 plus k is rather chump change in the luxury watch market. When I was sending back the loans in the evening, I was practically walking around with like, a Mont Kiara condo in a paperbag on my arms. Scarrryyy!

Day 5

More writing! Shorter one this time, about a hundred words based on a press release. That's about it I guess.

OMGGGG you know whaaat, I went to KL from PJ in after-work traffic for like 4 days in a row! I'm a lil terrified of driving now, TBH. Traffic is such a bitch when everyone's rushing to get back home. On Tuesday there was the Topshop launch. Wednesday was the Vincci fashion show at Fahrenheit. [OMG two nights of getting drunk at events in malls! LOVE!] Thursday had to send back all the loans from the shoot. Friday was the OHF gathering at Pavilion. To make it worse, I'm a bit of a retard when it comes to directions, so I have a feeling that I haven't been taking the fastest/shortest route to and fro. Sigh. It's okay, I still have many more weeks to explore routes =)

Also right, at the start of the first week, I woke up super early because I didn't want to get caught in the jam and be late for work. Then I don't know why, I started snoozing longer and longer and woke up a bit later everyday. At the start of Week 1, the Gotcha call comes on when we're about to reach my office. Then after that, it comes on when we are starting out our journey.... then on Week 2 Day 5, OMG when we got into the car, the Gotcha call has already ended! I'm turning into Jacqueline and Andy!!! Hahahahah!

SuperSonic Halloween

2010-11-02T01:13:00.004+08:00

Wooohooo pictures finally to brighten up a boring blog full of boring words! What better occasion to take fun crazy pictures dressed up in the most ridiculous outfits and super loud makeup than Halloween? =)

Some of these outfits, you'd never get away with the rest of the year. It's all very one night only haha.

I feel like stealing all the photo descriptions and captions from my FB album but that really is a whole new level of laziness and I shall not stoop to that. LOL.

We never really dressed up "dressed up" during previous Halloweens so this year, we were like why not? Usually it's just slap-on-a-lil-makeup-some-fangs-some-blood-and-GO. This time, we thought super hard what we were gonna be, changed our minds, changed our minds again, went shopping, went shopping again, practiced the makeup the day before haha. I thought everything came out rather well hee hee.

Dressing up is really fun! I don't know why some people are so stressed out by it. It should be a fun thing. If it's stressing you out then it's taking the whole point of it away IMO.

OMG I look like plastic! I love!

Le Pirate and Le Mysterious Mrs Zorro

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*faints*

=)))))))))

Would you like some tea, dear girl?

Heart this pic! The gang of bandits. Haha

Costumes really do bring people together. You do all sorts of crazy things when you're in costume; things you wouldn't do in your everyday wear.

We talked & camwhored with so many random strangers in cool outfits!

Plain ol' tea just won't do no more.

This Hatter's all about the Long Island version haha.

Bitches who can't escape their vices.

Thank you H.C for the lurvely makeup that lasted the whole night haha.

Them girls in their itty bitty dresses.

Posers, Halloween Edition.

The end of the night. The ones whom we expected to wreck, wrecked. As usual.

Was all very entertaining, seeing them flailing about and unable to remember anything the next morning.

Not so when we had to carry them out and drag them into the car/McD/house.

The Next 2 Months of My Life

2010-11-01T01:32:00.003+08:00

At first I thought I have seen what my next two months would be like. My arms would be sore and I would be tired almost every single day.

After weeks of sending resumes and letters here and there, not a single company got back to me. I felt so unwanted and undesirable. The uni found me an internship at a production company, which was quite a surprise because I remember the officer in charge asking me what were my 1st and 2nd choices and I told her magazines and newspapers. But I guess that's what happens when you ask people to help you out for free haha.

So, with no other prospects in sight, I mentally prepared myself to be an intern at a production company. They asked me to go have a look and help them out for a two-day shoot last couple of weeks to see how it was like.

Thanks to Ryan and gang, it wasn't the first time I'm on set of a production but it was the first time becoming crew lor. And... and, well, let's just say it still isn't my first choice for an internship he he.

The work was tough and physical and my main responsibility for that two days was being the clapper boy. As in, the one who holds and claps the clapboard when the camera starts rolling.

Sound simple, right? Not so, actually. It's kinda hard to estimate where to place the clapboard cuz it needs to be in frame, and at a distance where the camera can actually focus on it. Then after you have clapped, you need to quickly erase and get the board ready for the next take. Then once the scene's done, you need to know which scene is next. Things were not made easier by the script, which is in Chinese ohemgee. Then you have to manoeuvre around lights and wires and microphones and whatever props there may be like chairs, beds, etc. You gotta disappear fast enough after clapping so that you don't appear on cam. But you can't run so hard that the camera shakes. And your escape route can't be in front of a light or they'll catch your shadow. And sometimes if you roll when the camera is ready but audio not ready yet, they also will screw you. Hahaha. At the end of the 2 days, I must say I improved quite a lot in the Art of Holding the Clapboard.

Anyways, after that I told myself, that even though it's not my first choice of a job, if it's a job, it's a job. And it's my responsibility to give my all at it. Because no matter what it is, I am sure that there's a learning experience in there somewhere. Surely there are skills that I can pick up from that job so it's no use if I keep whining about it. Might as well look on the bright side and try to learn as much as I can.

So, I've already told people that I'm interning for this production company when 6 days before I'm supposed to start, Harper's called me. They were one of the first that I sent my resume to, and when they didn't get back to me after a week, I called them and they said that they've already hired all their interns. I was devastated.

But now they were calling me and asking if I could go in for a chat. OMGOMG I was so excitednervousterrifiedexcited! They were looking for a fashion intern they said, and as much as I looooooveeeee fashion, I really don't have any formal training/background in fashion so yeah, you could say I was a lil intimidated. All I had was my passion for fashion LOL is that cheesy or what!

Went in for the 'chat' on Thursday and I thought it went rather well though I did not dare to get my hopes up. They said they'd email me the next morning and OMG when next morning came, couldn't open my email fast enough. When I saw the words 'when can you start' I was like AAAAHHHHLALALALALALALALA!!!!

But then came a ton of lil technical problems. First, the internship was supposed to start on Monday, which meant that I needed to get my offer letter to the co-op unit on Friday, that day itself. It was already late afternoon, the girl that hired me was on leave, and no one could get me a copy of my offer letter. I was very the scared to go tell the co-op officers cuz they kinda fierce, and they already offered me one job, which I was now going to reject. I didn't know if they were gonna get pissed.

Then, secondly, I had to call the production company and told them that I would not be joining them, days before I was supposed to start. I felt soooooo bad and like such a bitch. Also, I was deadly afraid of the lao pan niang for some reasons lah. I had a feeling she was gonna scream my head off.

But for some strange reason, maybe angels were smiling on me that day (hahahahha!), both the co-op officer and the lao pan niang accepted what I had to say immediately. No questions asked, no screaming, no purposely making life difficult for me. OMFG I was so relieved cuz I was really expecting horrible situations haha.

But you see, I guess life's like this. Nothing ever comes perfect. The production job, which wasn't really my first choice, was super duper near to my house, and I had friends from uni already interning there, and they could fetch me to and fro hehe. Now, this Harper's job, which I reallyreallyreally want, is all the way in Damansara. I do not know anybody there. But I'm sure as hell not gonna let that stop me.

So here I am, in Jacqueline's place in KJ, and I think I'm gonna be here for the whole of my internship, all the way to the end of December. It feels weird. Of course, I do heart my sis, but coming here for a sleepover is one thing, being here from Mon-Fri every week is another thing, ya know? I feel like I've already left my life in Cheras for good. My friends, my bed, my pillows, my cat, most of my clothes..... I feel homesick already haha.

It's just 8 weeks, I keep telling myself. If 18 year old kids can survive 3 months of national service, what's eight weeks of staying in comfort at my sister's place and working at a fabulous magazine, right? Yup. I can do it! LOL.

This is one crazylongass post. I don't know where the sudden blogging enthusiasm comes from; I'm supposed to be zzzzz now, my first day of work starts in 7 hours *gasp*

The Beginning of the End

2010-10-22T16:59:00.002+08:00

I guess I've always known all the while that this day would come. It's only a matter of time; whether sooner or later, it is something that is sure to happen.

No matter how good it starts out, in the end, relationships with landlords always, ALWAYS deteriorate when you are staying together in the same house.

It started out pleasant enough. I was telling everybody how nice and friendly and tolerant this landlady is. Very cincai. Not too strict to the point that you feel suffocated.

And it's not like we took that for granted. Okay fine, we had friends over more and more. Sometimes it gets a lil rowdy but I always tried to make sure that the noise level wouldn't disturb their precious sleep.

And we never slacked when it comes to cleanliness either. We don't dirty the house or if we did, we cleaned up after ourselves. Sure, we used the kitchen more and more but we didn't do any further damage to it than they already did.

I think they started to beh song us the moment Miu Miu came? Pets are always a tough spot in landlord-tenant relationships even though I keep Miu Miu in the room whenever they are in the house. It's not like he barks all night or scratch the furniture.

Things almost exploded after the BBQ party that day. Too tired to clean up after the super long day, we left the dishes and stuff in the kitchen with the intention to wash up the very next morning. We even piled it nicely instead of throwing it all around the kitchen or what. Babi. Early morning like 7 a.m she was already knocking on my door and the moment I opened it, she launched like a missile. 600 words a minute I couldn't even hear what she was saying. All I know was that she was PISSED. Mofo! Of course I will clean up lah. Tak pasal2 kena marah pukimakkanine.

From then on, they would always start finding fault with us already. One day, Ryan had friends over and they were doing their assignment on the dining table lah. Miss Flower wanted to eat her dinner and when she saw that the table was occupied, marah lah dia. She chased them to Ryan's room and then kebetulan I just came back from class, kena lah lagi tak pasal2. She was blah blah blahing about how the dining table is for eating, and especially for THEM to eat, not for our friends to do their work can you imagine how frustrating it is to come back from work all tired and then not having a place to eat blah blah. I know, so you tell them nicely lah, who knows you wanna eat wor, you screw me for what?! Fucker.

And then yesterday, she was dunno doing what in the toilet. I was cooking. Suddenly she came to the kitchen and asked me go to the toilet and see. There was hair lah at the sinkhole. She was like, you cut your hair in the toilet ah? Why so many hair? You know if too many hair, the toilet block ah. The water cannot go through ah. Spoil ah. Why so many hair ah? Your hair ah? Whose hair ah? Why cut hair ah? Toilet spoil ah. MAAAACHHEEEEBAAIIIII I tell you that time I almost exploded and screamed at her. You buta ke bodoh ke apa? You punya hotak tinggal dekat Vietnam ke cibai? Ke you punya mata simpan dekat puki? You tak nampak my hair is SHORT HAIR ke, the one blocking the fucking lobang is LONG HAIR. And WHY THE FUCK would I cut my hair in the toilet? You tak reti tanya the ONLY girl in the house besides you two ah? You tak reti cakap baik2 next time if nampak hair, please remove or what. Beides, it's not even that much. Bodoh. I've seen it even more clogged and I removed it without scolding or blaming anyone also, even though I know it's not all mine.

Memang bengong ah. If this kinda thing also can cari gaduh, I can foresee that in the near future, surely got more and more these kinda cases one lor. Girls, you need to stop sharing rooms so both of you can get laid properly okay? It will do wonders for your bloody temper.

I keep telling myself only one more sem to go, only one more sem to go. I hope they don't kick me out first, because we all know, finding and moving into a new room is SUCH A BITCH.

Likes / Dislikes

2010-10-13T02:09:00.006+08:00

Random photos of things I liked and disliked. Found them in my phone, some from don't know since when. In no particular order. OMG my English is super bad at this late hour, I just realized. Writing in hyper shortened sentences. Ha. Ha.

First, the things I liked =)))

Jem's SHISEIDO lip balm flying right out of the tube and onto Midvalley's floor. Bwahahhahahha!
Hanging out with these 2 retarded cuties. So patriotic, celebrating Malaysia Day. By drinking! Wooot I love getting drunk on weeknights. At 8 pm. In a mall. LOL!
Hairdo please! Shooting at Central Market and other locations for Ryan's shopping commercial. Heeheee my pretty face appeared in a commercial! LOL share later lazy wanna upload vids cuz need to wait.
Our Snack Platter for our Mid Autumn Festival Tanglung Party. Pweetee right? Everyone just loves random excuses to throw a party. Though in the end, no one cared about the tanglungs cuz there was limited space to hang them and the candles kept blowing out. So we just ate. And drank. And played games. And drank.

After Andy Ho's hairshow featuring clothes from Andy Yap. Round 2 cuz there was no FREE alcohol at the party. Whuuttt laaa! Hahaha. Getting drunk on a weeknight again. In a mall again. Hahahaha whattodo Zouk Cafe liquor damn cheeeeeep.
Miu Miu looking at me through the mirror. Shooooo kiiiuuuuuuuuttt rait? Dia sudah manyak besar tetapi masih manyak nakal.
Sushi explosion at Sushi Zanmai! With RM50 off! Ohemgeee orgasm! Thank you CyntiaNgPikPok!

At the Seed Fashion Show at Padini, OU. Now THIS one got free flow! I like! I told Andy that two of my most favorite words in the English language are 'free' and 'flow' =)))
More random party-throwing! This time poolside + BBQ wheeee. Look at the pretty props and pretty sunset =) Though the stupid guard mmg very potong stim. They cut our BBQ short and then don't allow like, half of us to go into the pool. Nabeh. Very sad to report that the cute Baby Giraffe has died an early death. Cause of death: Puncture in the neck =(

OMG now things that I didn't like!

Paris Hilton bailing out on KL! Stupid girl go get caught with drugs for whaaat. Look at that big empty space and runway at Pavilion, stupidly waiting for her. Hahahaha so sad. I also is very the sad because no get to see my big big idol Ms. Hilton. LOL
Driving in the rain AND stupid cars cutting queue at the toll. Babi.

Inefficient service. 3 counters open and only 1 serving customers. UGH I hate even going to the bank in the first place because it's such a tragic case. What are the odds of having someone withdraw almost all the $$$ in your account from a DIFFERENT country?! CIMB better be refunding my ass back after all the trouble I went to; lodging this report and that complaint, write letter lah, make phone call, getting this photocopied, that certified hgnh.

Random Things I Want to Say, I Don't Know What to Call 'Em

2010-10-11T20:09:00.003+08:00

Some people, just because it's their birthday, they're out having fun.... which I don't mind, but why take my key!

Now I'm trapped inside my house, bored out of my mind.. and SICK! Which totally sucks.

I don't understand why. This week's partying got a lil bit excessive lah, but nothing that haven't been done before what. Must be because I'm not getting laid enough har har har. Fucks with your immune system or some shit like that.

Miu Miu just watched me scooped his shit like a maid while he's perched on top of his cage like a bloody king hngh. He finally feels comfortable enough [and not as hyper] I guess to spend hours sleeping on the floor, on a box, on my bed with me =) and also weirdly, near electrical sockets [eeee I don't wanna wake up to a barbecued cat!]

Talking about BBQs, Saturday's one was super fun though I guess you can't really call it a BBQ what with the effed up guards finding fault with everything. As usual, too much food, too little drinks [IMO]... or maybe its just that everybody's drinking too little, except for Ryan. For the first time ever, we got to witness Howyee Trainwreck! Woot!

I'm stressed because nobody wants to hire me, except for a production company, which is not really my first choice when it comes to the different fields of what's available in this industry. I guess beggars can't be choosers. BUT! I sent out many of what I thought of as very proper letters and emails and resumes. Why doesn't anybody want me? Depressed. Maybe the picture that I chose tak meletup enough LOL. Seriously though, if it's that hard to get an internship now, I wonder what it would be like trying to get an actual job, one that I actually want and would love. Hmmmmm....... Continue studies? Hahahaha my parents would murder me.

Lalalala I'm so bored. I'm gonna do another post later with random photos from don't know since when.

P.S For the first time in a long time, I've actually got a crush on someone and feeling very hopeful about it hehehe =))))))))) How very schoolgirl of me ;p

Society Nowadays Ahhhh...

2010-09-15T04:06:00.002+08:00

My blog seems like it's been dead for quite a long time so I'm gonna try to undeadify it by writing loads of random crap.

I really, really, reeeeallly can't find anything to write about then I realized that I am only able to write a whole load when I have something to complain about. Life's been pretty nice and easy the past couple of weeks so nothing to complain about, nothing to write about har har har. Hope I don't jinx myself saying that.

One of the few things that truly annoyed me in recent memory happened today.

I know and I respect that everyone has their right to practice their religion but some people, a small but very loud minority, totally take it waaaayyy too serious. I absolutely can't stand those hard-selling hard-preaching people who put themselves on a pedestal and look down on everybody else, the sinners, and then judge and give their opinions and advice even when unsolicited.

Ooops I kinda got sidetracked so yeah, today, these three people came to my house when I was about to go for a swim and I don't know where the main 'speaker' is from but his accent is really strange and hard to grasp. So he was telling me what organization he's from (I forgot) and could I please help him with his assignment by filling up a survey. I was like sure okay no problem.

Then I saw the questions. It was all about religion. What's your religion, do you believe in God, do you think God exists, do you think God is male or female, why do you think he created humans, why do animals have parents and all that kinda stuff. There were even like quotes from the Bible and they asked me what I made of the quotes.

So, the point is, these questions and quotes are not familiar to me, they're not about things I normally think about and the wording of the questions & answers are all rather complicated. So I was trying my best to help this fella with his 'assignment' by answering all the bloody questions and he keeps bombarding me with even more questions. Verbal ones that were different from the ones on the survey.

He asked something like, Do you believe in heaven and hell. I told him I never really thought about it. Then he said, so you're not really a Buddhist then? (I marked Buddhist as my religion) Cuz Buddhists believe in heaven and hell too. What do you know of heaven and hell? What are the teachings of Buddha? Like WTF dude am I sitting a Religious Studies exam now??? And if you keep talking and talking, how the fuck am I gonna be able to finish this stupid survey? And to top it off, his crazy accent is giving me a headache.

And he was so fucking annoying, he kept asking personal questions. At first it was okay, like where was I from. I said Terengganu. It's not like he knows seeing as he came from don't know whatever country. Then he asked what am I doing. I told him I'm still studying lah. He said no, what was I doing before they came to my house. I was like, what has that gotta do with you? I told him aku tengah online. Menyesal aku.

He then told me the second part of the assignment is to get us to watch a video and then share our feelings. So I was like, pretend to be interested, like oh when are you guys showing the video because I don't think I'll be free these few days. Then this girl took this laptop outta her bag and was like, no you can watch it now. Then I said I gotta go (and I was, I already packed my swimming stuff) and the guy was like, but you said you were online just now. Means you're free right? Means you nothing to do right? NABEH feel like kicking his fucking balls man.

Since I'm already on the topic of annoying religious people, I NEED to write down this amazing incident from a few weeks ago which I've already talked about to death but needs to be written down so it is in permanent form. LOL.

The scenario: Cast of Paranoia just wrapped shooting for the day, was hanging out at the mamak. Friend of a friend, a religious girl who leads her prayer group, walks over and asks what were we doing. So we told her the story.

Oh this guy who falls in love with his best friend got so jealous when his best friend starts dating a girl that he blah blah blah.

And she was like, wait, a guy fell in love with a guy? So he (pointing to me, since I was playing that crazed homo) is gay in that movie??? I can totally tell lor. He looks like it. I tell you ah (talking to my friend now), society now is full of this kind of people one. We really can't say anything one lor. Because ah, in public, they all look the same like normal people. At home we don't know lah....

The whole table, where there was at least 5 "this kind of people" terdiam seketika. She on the other hand, didn't even know what she just said. She just grabbed her Miu Miu bag and walked away, acting as though she has just delivered A Great Important Speech.

This 'great important speech' has now become a mighty joke among our circle of friends bwahahaha.

I Really Hope I Don't Become a Fat Bitch

2010-09-15T03:49:00.003+08:00

Without fail, every night at 3 or 4 am I'd get the munchies.

Don't ask me why I'm still awake each night at 4 am. It's a whole other blog post.

Some nights it's because I just got back from the club, but most nights it's because ________________.

I used to be able to count on Jem to teman me yamcha regardless of whatever crazy hour it is. Now she has gone healthy, she sleeps at 11, wakes up at 8 and doesn't really do mamaks anymore.

So I gotta go out and hunt for my late-night snacks on my own :'(

So the thing is it's really frustrating because I am so sick of rotating between just the three mamaks that we have here.

Why are there no Ramly burger stalls that stay open super late? There should totally be a law that makes it a must for every condo to have a 24 hour Ramly burger stall right outside the guardhouse.

Also, why is it so hard to find a late night lok-lok van here? I went all the way to Leisure Mall pun tak ada, and there are more late night businesses over there than here. There should totally be a law to make it a must for every bar to have a lok-lok van right outside.

This late night eating is becoming like a serious, serious problem for me. I'm already planning what I'm gonna have for super-late supper for the coming few midnights. Once I satisfy my lok lok and Ramly craving I'm gonna go for Puchong wantan mee the next night and then Pudu chicken rice the following one. Yummmmm.

Good to be Back :-)

2010-08-23T01:45:00.003+08:00

There are many small things and comforts here that make me go aaahhh puas.

Like today, I was very buat2 lah, since I bought many things at Giant the other day so I wanted to goreng some for Joceline. Kononnya very loving lah.

In KL I would have to do a hundred things first. But here no, things like onions are all already nicely chopped up. There are so many utensils to choose from, I don't need to min keong use the wrong one cuz it's the only one available like using pot to substitute for kuali or something. I don't have to jimat jimat when it comes to ingredients, like pour lah all the oil I want or whatever.

And then after I goreng something, I can choose from so many sauces and condiments to go with it hahaha. In KL if we're lucky someone tapau-ed something back from McD then we have leftover chilli sauce in packets to use lor. If not then too bad. But at home, I think there's like 5 different kinds of chilli sauce alone. There's even something called horseradish sauce. Sounds so freaky wtf is that?

And best of all, after I cook grandma usually still wanna cook so yay, I don't need to scrub those bloody oily pots and pans! Har har har.

Shitttt I sound so auntie lah. WTF *depressed*

Anyway every evening usually I'd take a walk with either Joceline or Sasha (sister & dog respectively, they're interchangeable HAHA) cuz if not there'd be no exercise in my life here AT ALL.

So for the past two evenings, I've seen the most random things during my walk.

Yesterday Joceline and I strolled down to the neighbourhood near ours and we were walking when we suddenly saw these two cute bunny rabbits. Like, soooo random. And, soooo cute. I mean, we always see dogs and cats, chickens, goats, even cows but rabbits? Out on their own, hopping around, eating grass. Awwww. One of them kept trying to fuck the other one but she wouldn't have it. She kept hopping away, all the while with grass in her mouth. LOLS! Food is more important than sex, yo!

Then today, I was out walking Sasha when I saw this very little boy who had strung like 10 plastic bottles together (those large 5 liter kind) and was dragging the bottles behind him as he walked. WTF. When he passed us, he beamed, like seriously BEEEAAAMED at me and said

"Your dog is so pretty!"

and I was like, awwww. And then he said:

"The hair is just like yours"

.........................

I zha dou and terdiam seketika. Guess that's a sign that my hair needs rebonding asap. LOL. In case anybody forget, Sasha is the curliest-haired Schnauzer that I have ever seen, so yeah, rebonding, I need.

Am I Pregnant?

2010-08-21T06:19:00.002+08:00

Cuz from the way I'm eating, I bet anybody would think that I am.

I've been chowing down like a crazy person.

Ever since I got back, my mouth hasn't stopped munching and chewing and biting things.

It's like I've been starved for weeks and finally there's food glorious food.

I find myself raiding the fridge every 15, 20 minutes and the things inside that fridge and in my whole house I tell you, are soooo unhealthy!

I would start off with chocolate cake, and then mooncake, and then candy, and then cookies, and then ice-cream, and then chocolate, and then peanuts, and then peanut butter (scooped straight from the jar hehehe), and then cookies again, different ones this time, and then milk, and then juice, and then lain-lain flavor ice-cream some more, then different candy pulak and then REPEAT. Sometimes even worse, I would eat Milo right out of the tin. Hehehe guilty pleasure sangat!

Even when I went to the supermarket, all I took was unhealthy, fatty snacks and the like. Oreo! Cookies & Cream ice cream! Chocolate milk! Donuts!

Why? What is wrong with me? I don't wanna go back to KL a fat bitch. I still wanna fit into my leather pants and stuff.

I thought coming back home was supposed to be like rehab, making me all healthier and shit.

The opposite pulak happened.

I'm becoming like Jem, sleeping patterns all fucked. It's 6.28 in the morning now, I'm still not asleep. Same thing yesterday.

Wanna know what's on my mind right now? What food I'm gonna buy at the pasar Ramadan later. Lord help me.

Anyways, pasar Ramadan! Hooray! Can't wait! I look forward to it every year hahaha I'm so glad to be back =)

I swear I'll run a bit to keep all that bloody food off hehe ;)

OMGFML

2010-08-06T02:20:00.003+08:00

After hours and hours of rushing like mad to finish my assignment, I finally finished my part.

I was like phew, finally, can exhale.

Then I discovered that OMG I still need to edit and correct my partner's part.

Nevermind no biggie. Took care of that. Finally, everything really done. I'm happy cuz it looks so pro =)

Then I discovered, the broadband that was working just fine FIVE minutes ago is not working now. How can it not work now???

Maybe it's my computer punya problem so I tried Jacq's laptop. Also cannot.

But it was working fine on that laptop too just now!

After 30 minutes it decided to suddenly work again.

I'm like yes finally! I can get this shit over with.

It worked long enough to bring me to Hotmail, long enough for me to log in, long enough for me to delete the junk and then when I clicked on 'New' to send off that bloody thing, it stopped working again.

PUKIMAKKNNMCBMCHTNM!!!

Walked lah in the cold [cuz I'm at Awana btw] to the hotel lobby to try to use their free computers + internet hoping please please please God let them be working fine.

Well, they are working fine. I am here right now writing this blogpost on the free computer + internet.

So what's the catch?

Well, the CPU's locked inside a case meaning, no port for me to cucuk my USB drive into, meaning even I can access my email pun I got nothing to mail.

Bloooooddddyyyy heeellllllllll laaaaa whyyy the fuuuuuck is this happppppeninnnggg??????

Right now I got several options;

a) Go back to the hotel room and wait for the bloody thing to work again.

b) Go back to the hotel room, grab the keys and:

b1) Drive up to Genting to find CC

b2) Drive down to KL to find CC

c) Wait until morning, drive down to KL, print the assignment and hand it in myself

d) Kill myself and die

Option (d) sounds pretty good right now.

MODA

2010-07-28T02:38:00.009+08:00

Laziness means this post is coming more than one week later than it should be.

Photos already all over FB so as usual, the blog was slightly neglected because it requires words, which are soooooo like ugh, incovenient! LOL kidding, I'd never say something that bimbotic ever. Would I???

It was something that Andy has been looking forward to and working HARD for months! As a result, all of us were also very excited to see how it would all turn out. It was very interesting to see everything slowly come together from pieces of fabric that were lying around his room & ideas that were just floated around to half-formed garments still with lots of pins and extra fabric and then slowly to actual clothes hanging on a rack and finally, seeing them down the runway on actual models. Wooot!

And it was 12 pieces, all hand-sewn! So ambitious! Although, not as ambitious as the original 24 looks he wanted but still quality trumps quantity I guess =)

We reached there early and the place was packed and Andy was running around like a headless chicken, he was sooo stressed. Said hi to his parents and then sat down to watch all the pretty (and not so pretty, some downright fugly) people milling about. OMFG some of the people looked as though they were let out from the circus hahaha.

Because I like to berangan that I'm some sort of undiscovered celeb, I was very disappointed when no one came to take my picture, except for that photographer who was a friend of Andy's. LOL!

Because it was so packed, it was really very hot and when I found out that there was FREE (ICE COLD!) Heineken going round, I was like, YESSS! Jacqueline began to wonder what it would be like to get drunk in a mall on a Tuesday afternoon. Someone later realized this fantasy for her.

As per usual Malaysian style, the show started about 45 minutes later than the scheduled time, which I think is really quite okay for a fashion show. Some keep people waiting for more than 1 hour! *gasp!* Plus, there're free drinks, it's not that hard to pass the time heh heh.

Finally, the show started and we had to get through 12 contestants and a karaoke singer before we got to Andy's section. Some of the contestants were okay. Some were blatant rip-offs (McQueen and Gaga seem to favorites when it comes to "inspiration") and some were just fugly. There were a few who were great and we spotted the would-be winner a mile away. The moment the collection walked, we knew it would win. I totally want those bags-that-turn-into-jackets-and-back-into-bags-things!

As usual, there are pictures but they are blurry because mycameraisstolen and we'reusingpaige'sblackberry and thereforetheonlyworkingcamerathereishalix'scrappyone pheww. I hate saying that. I also hate relying on Halix's camera, because one moment the pics are gorgeous and the next they look like shit because that camera has self identity issues; it seems to mistake itself for either a phone or a vibrator. Mofo. And well you know, Blackberries, they're not exactly the best devices to capture gorgeous detailing on a dress. Behold, examples:

I'm only posting pics of Andy's collection cuz I'm biased and also because the photos of the contestant's pieces are not only all over the place, they are also seriously really CMI. Andy's one pun bukannya I post everything, only the ones I like or those with pieces that I'm gonna steal from him mwahhaha.

My Bandy shoes!
The leather shorts!

Oh lord the jacket! The shoes! The heeless shoes!
Aaahhhh the shoes, I die.
Love the shorts, love the jacket. But not together.

I wanna steal this clutch heee heee heee.
Azura! Shame you can't tell because he covered her face with that crazy gas mask. She got the mostest fabulous outfit IMO.
What I wore. Thought about it for DAYS in advance hahaha, so obsessed like it's my show like that. Though, it's better than some who thought about it for weeks, and woke up at 7 to try clothes on. Hahahhaha!

Camwhoring, waiting waiting waiting for the show to start.

Andy, finally exhales after 7 months of stress!

Went to Wong Kok to chill out and bitch about all sorts of things while it was raining like mad outside. Super comfy! It was surprisingly, where most of the fashhyoonn crowd went after the show. Pelik benar.

Up until the very last minute (and even well past the starting time), Andy was debating whether or not to go to the Gala. He was obviously, tired as hell but the Gala... is the Gala! A fantastic opportunity for him to hobnob and network and for us to err, gawk at fabulous people. Fabulosity wins over rest & relaxation so he decided to get us in. We were like, should we go as we are or do we change? Let's go to the car and ransack through the collection and see what we can wear lalalala!
My Gala outfit! So pretentious! And so sad, I didn't get to change 'cept for the shoes.
Andy's total makeover! With those pants! And that jacket! I die again.
Look at that satisfied smirk on Paige's face. Very sai lei meh take picture with hottie??! Slap that smile off your face baru tahu hgnh.
Alco-induced posing.

Oh, talking about alco and Halix. There was one point in the afternoon when we were watching the competition that Halix suddenly got up and sat near Ruby, who was sitting in front and also, very very near to the bar. We thought oh maybe he wants to get a better view or maybe he wants to sit with Ruby, who was all alone. Mana tahu, when we went to join him, he was all chatty and giggly and underneath his chair there were like 5 or 6 empty green bottles. The rest of the afternoon he was walking around Pavilion screaming, posing, laughing, kissing, hugging, all the things he shamelessly do when he's tipsy/high/drunk/call it whatever you want.

Classy, darling.
Finally!! I get to feel like a celeb! Tak tahu malu betul la! I loooove this pic so much it's like my fave from that day! Hahahaha :)
Someone left a comment on FB, calling this picture a drag show. Hahahaha!
I was a bit tipsy and I kept thinking, what if I fall what if I fall? Bones will break, the heels will break and I'll never be able to come to Pavilion again. LOL.

In the end, it was like STYLO, another 13 hour thing. Tiring, yes but fabulous!

OMG I'm Missing the Beach Already!

2010-07-25T03:02:00.003+08:00

Joceline says I sleep far too much. I said no. I told her that if I were in KL (away from parental supervision), I would sleep for like maybe 12 hours straight, like from 3 a.m to 3 p.m.

Back here, if I sleep at 3 a.m, someone would wake me up for breakfast at like, 8. Then I would have nothing to do. So I would fall asleep at like, 11. Then 1 something, someone would again wake me up for lunch. Then the heat and food would make me drowsy. I would sleep again at 3. 5 plus, wake up again.

I still sleep the same amount, just in smaller blocks of time. Whichever way it is, sleeping 12 hours make me come off as a pig.

So anyways, yesterday I was having my first nap (the 11am - lunchtime one) and when I woke up the house was FULL of Noise. Like it's the 4th day of CNY or something. WTF. Before I napped my dad asked me to take out a few extra chairs cuz he said a few people were coming over for lunch. Hello, that's not a few people lor okay. The dining room was full until people spill out into the garden some more. Kids pulak dominated the TV room pukimak.

I was feeling very anti-social so I put off going downstairs even though I was starving until I heard some people leave. But then, there were still some voices that I could identify as those of nosy people I didn't want to meet (shrill, loud voices yuck).

And surprise surprise, the moment I go down, I kena interrogated straight away.

"Wah, now morning or afternoon, just woke up ah?"

Excuse me bitch? My own mother pun tak tanya that question and there you are, sitting pretty in my house, monitoring my sleeping patterns? KNNMCB.

Lazy want to layan her, I ate and ran back upstairs, biarlah they all say I anti-social pun. Tak kisah.

Later I went to the beach with Joceline. Soooooooooooo puas the weather was like, perfect (or as Joceline would say, awh-suummm)! If only I had made drinks like say, a pitcher of ice-cold vodka lime, it'd be HEAVEN.

Took a whole load of photos and I'm posting them here AND on Facebook cuz beach photos make me sooooo damn happy. When I'm back in KL going to boring classes and it's raining one moment and scorching the next, I would look at these pictures, letak pillow tinggi tinggi, go to sleep and dream aahh =)

Super Poser Alert!

Talk to the Hand, I'm Tired!

2010-07-22T20:36:00.003+08:00

I thought of taking a short nap and waking up just in time for a short walk to the beach at sunset.

Next thing I knew, it was cold dark and rainy and very late and my momma was shaking me up, asking me not to sleep through dinner.

I am very embarassed kay that my parents saw this side of me, this side that I pretend doesn't exist, this side that can easily ''take a short nap'' till midnight if awakened by no one.

I like to pretend to my parents that I live a very healthy, very 'student' kinda life; start the morning with cereal, go to classes and study hard, lunch with friends, more classes, more studying hard, a little bit of swimming in the evening, a wholesome dinner, in bed by 11. On weekends, watch a couple movies. Once in a very long while, I'd go to some bar and have a Heineken or two. NO Trainwrecking.

They don't buy it, but I still like to pretend.

I slept like, 2 hours last night and so throughout lunch this afternoon I kept yawning. I told my mom the exhaustion's because of the travelling as though I just made my way back from Africa on foot and/or camelback even though I was just sitting pretty for 50 minutes, cuz it sounds very celeb. Har har.

My Miu Miu [but nothing from Miuccia sadly]

2010-07-13T19:33:00.003+08:00

Never, ever, ever, ever in a million years did I thought I would be a cat person!

*GASP!*

I have always been a doggie person. I love dogs. My dream is to have a house full of cute, furry lil dogs [with someone else to clean their poop of course, or all of them would be magically toilet-trained].

Cats, on the other hand.... hmmm. My neighbours' cats are always deadly terrified of me. My sister and my favourite pastime was Water Balloons and the Cats Who Jumped a Mile High.

But OMG Y'ALL! Who wouldn't have fallen in love with this???

Presenting... Miu Miu!

Yes, I am now the proud new parent of this cute lil thing!
Soooooo OMFG cute right? Lalalalala~

I never thought I'd get another pet, especially after Sasha, who was Exhausting. But this poor thing took shelter at Jem's place one cold rainy night and Jem [who also hated cats hahaha] took him in, seeing him so kesian. He gets cuter each time I see him and after a few visits I was like, hmmm should I shouldn't I?

Then this other person said maybe perhaps they were considering adopting him and I was like Ohhhh Noooo You Won't! I took Miu Miu home that very same night.

It has been exactly one week now. And he is soooo fudorable!

At first we were worried. Would he like the cat food we bought? Would he shit all over the room? Would he know how to use the litter box? Turns out he was a bit dumb dumb, the first 24 hours, he didn't shit or pee at all. In fact, he used his litter tray as a bed sleeping on the sand. We were like, OMG if he likes sleeping in his litter tray so much, where would he do his business??

Luckily he didn't seem to be that stupid. He did do his business in the tray after that [without any training OMG! When did that ever happen with dogs?] and even know how to cover it all up =) We also needn't have worried about whether or not he'd like his food. In this aspect, he's a bit like Sasha. Also, a bit (sorry, a lot) like a pig. He wolfs down his food like there's no tomorrow. Pour the food in the bowl, he'd gobble it all up and then 15 minutes later he'd be mewing mewing mewing for more more more. OMG can bankrupt feeding this cat!
Lying on our comforters like he's king.

It's also very amusing to see Miu Miu amusing himself. The first game he was addicted to was chasing his own shadow. He could spent like 40 minutes running around the room chasing his own shadow and would always seem quite confused whenever he couldn't catch it. LOL.

After that he started to love going around the things in our rooms repetitively. Like his box for example. He'd run one round clockwise around his box, hide at the back for awhile, then come back out. And then repeat, but this time anti-clockwise.

Now his favorite game is wrestling with an empty tissue roll and batting my USB modem cap all around the room and then chasing it like it's alive.

It's true what they say about cats being very curious creatures. Anytime there is something that he hasn't seen before, like say a bag or a pillow, he'd go poke his nose at it, sniff it, touch it with a paw, back off like it's going to bite him, and then stalk and suddenly attack that thing. Very the LOLs. He seem to fancy himself a tiger in the wild I think. He'd often prowl around the room, crouched very low and moving very slowly, then all of a sudden he'd pounce on either some unseen thing, his shadow, a pen, his toilet roll, the modem cap, a blanket or our toes.

Right now he's honing his climbing skills. He has learned to climb back into his own box for the litter tray and food, up into the laundry basket and is now trying to climb the ironing board up onto the table. He has also climbed up my stacked luggage and onto the window grills. Very soon, I predict he'd jump out the window and go explore the Big Bad World on his own. Boo.

He's also a rude lil fella with no manners. He seems to think that I'm some sort of playground or an obstacle course. When I'm lying on the floor tengah online, he'd crawl onto my back or between my legs like it's a game. When I'm in the way of something he wants to get to (like food), instead of walking the long way which is around my body, he'd just walk over me. Like, crawl onto my body and proceed to walk ON me. OMG.
Miu Miu in one of his favourite hiding places.

If anybody's wondering why Miu Miu has such a sissy name, it's because.... I thought he was a girl. I mean, I never had any cats before, I don't know how to tell! And I've always had girl pets so I just assumed that he'd be a she. And I know I mentioned before how much I hate pets with names that repeat (e.g Fifi, Lulu, Dodo, Chichi), but I always had doggies in mind. Somehow with a kitten that I thought was female, Miu Miu seemed right. LOL.

After 3 or 4 days Seline came and said that Miu Miu is actually a boy, and those things are actually his lil pee pee and testicles and so now I'm still trying to get used to switching the pronouns. I slip up sometimes and scold him Bad Girl or You Naughty Bitch. Hahahahaha

Being a Big Bad Bitch

2010-07-08T01:11:00.004+08:00

Recently I realized that I bitch Soooo. Fucking. Much.

About people especially. Old friends, new friends, best friends, friends that used to be more than friends, friends who want to be more than friends, fake friends, frenemies, the list goes on.

When I wanted to write this, I hoped I would be able to say, I'm gonna stop now, from now on I'm not gonna be such a whine and bitch about people anymore. Errr I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon. I know, bitching is soooo mean and soooo childish, but it's also fun so hahaha sue me.

Today we had our research class. First of all, I'm not in a very good position to question/criticize/laugh/whatever because I am very lazy and therefore I missed like, 35 percent of the classes and therefore I am not a very good student with a very good topic.

But some of the students, reaaaallly, when you see their topics, I think you'd go all WHUTTT?! too. Mine is not the most creative or inventive or original or the smartest topic around but I try to keep it in the realm of Mass Communication seeing as we are indeed taking the subject MASS COMMUNICATION RESEARCH.

The first one that made me go What the Huh? was this research that wants to study the factors influencing the purchase of mobile phones. Seriously? Do you even need to carry out a whole, entire study to find out why people buy the phones they buy? I for one (superficiality alert!), buy phones for design. Geeks go for specs. Label whores and loyalists go for brands. Some sebab ikut trend, some sebab friends and family influence. I would have thought this one topic is more suitable to those 350-word essays, probably for a subject like EST or something. A whole research with a questionnaire, objectives, hypotheses and all the works? Hm.

Then, there was this one who wanted to study the factors why students work part time. OMG. Really? Why students work part time? Whyyyy??? Let me tell you now, right away, why students work part time. There's only one reason and that is Cash, Moolah, Money, Dough, Ka-ching! That is all. Why else would students work part time?

OK lah, maybe that is just my opinion alone. Maybe there really are students who work part time because they want to gain experience or learn new things, or have too much time on their hands, or really, really want to help out at that particular organization or for some other reasons that escape my shallow, money-obsessed dirty mind. I am sure there are many, many of those students around, right? Right???

It's just that $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ was the first thing that came into my mind and stayed there, distracting me for the entire presentation.

Also, her title said factors that lead to students working part time, but after that she said she wanted to find out things like whether working part time affects students' performance, like what are their grades like, do they get too tired after work and miss classes, things like that. I immediately thought of The Perfect Candidate to be one of the subjects of this study. HAHAHA!

Ooooopsies, did I just make a dig at someone else, again? Ah shit, I gotta stop this very bad habit of mine ;)

Behind the Scenes of Fabulosity

2010-07-06T02:06:00.005+08:00

Who knew that something that seemed so fun and full of glamour could be so darn long and exhausting?

And I wasn't even in charge of doing anything. I was just milling about being a nuisance to everyone haha.

It was the day that Andy and Joel have been working on for the past couple of weeks; the video shoot for Andy's new collection of chic shapeless dresses, things that dozens of animals died for ;p

The video was only supposed to be one and a half minute but we spent the entire day shooting, from 9 a.m to 7 p.m. Footage that would only amount to several seconds needed hours to be set up.

Before this, I never knew that things that seemed so simple can be soooo complicated one lor.

Like lighting for example, I thought it'd be something like, OK turn on all the lights, make sure the model stands in the light and snap snap snap. But noooo, the lights have to be tweaked endlessly to highlight this, make sure it hits the right spot there and like, the lights have to be bright enough to cancel each other out so that there'd be no shadows on the wall or something like that. Whoa, complicated!

Make-up and outfit changes are the other things that take forever. Flawless and perfect takes a long time to achieve! Like, you gotta blend the colors to get the right shade, texture then match the colors, then match it with the clothes, do they look good together, is it the right contrast, rub baby oil onto all exposed skin, tuck ALL hair under the wigs etc etc.

The clothes needed to be pinned here, tucked in there, adjusted every 30 seconds, the wind must be blowing it at the right angle so that it flows nicely (I would know being the unofficial fan-holder, among my other jobs), not to mention SELLOTAPED! 60 percent of the collection consists of Sellotape which is such a bitch HAHAHA!

Talking about my other jobs, Andy said I was like, the Ugly Betty of the shoot. No I didn't have to run around and get that bitch coffee thank God but hello, they should be thankful they have me for all the other things that needed an extra pair of hands! LOL kidding I wish! I was totally extra sangat on that set.

I would run around and play while everyone else is busy up to their noses. You would keep on hearing things like,

"Jeffrey ah, the glasses don't really suit your face lah. Take them off and put them back k?"

"Jeffreeeeyy, don't play with the shoes lah. Later break or something"

"Jeffrey, that fur is the model's next outfit. Can give to her or not?"

"JEFFREY YAN! STOP WEARING THE SHOES!"

Not the exact words lah, but you get the idea. Hee hee. I was bored what!

There are sooo much more fierce pictures I wish I could post but Andy made me sign a confidentiality agreement and made an Unbreakable Vow not to leak any pictures of his fabulous garments so I only posted those that didn't show too much, which is mostly Halix at work. Hahaha ;p

The Saddest, Loneliest Day Ever

2010-06-25T17:38:00.003+08:00

Yesterday was beyond words.

It was supposed to be a start to a fun night out and then all of sudden, without the slightest warning, it became a nightmare.

Who would have thought that something like this, could happen twice in one month?

Before the First Incident, I used to laugh in disdain whenever Jacqueline locked the gear and the steering in complicated ways.

"Aiyoh so mafan la lock this and lock that! We driving Kembara only who wanna steal hahaha"

Then after the First Incident, I became phobic. The steering wheel lock became my best friend. I have this need to park where I can see my car and constantly feel like I have to check on it.

I slip up once. And shit happens.

Faster than anyone could imagine. I parked right in front of the bank, popped in, put the card in the ATM, get the money outta the ATM, went out. Windows gone.

I was speechlessstunnedshellshocked. Only thing running through my mind over and over was I Can't Believe This Is Happening Again I Can't Believe This Is Happening Again I Can't Believe This Is Happening Again.

After that I was blur, like running on auto-pilot, repeating everything that we did the last time, but this time alone.

I've never felt lonelier in my life T_____T

It's like OK, police report done. And from Cheras, the officer wants me to drive to Pudu so some Sergeant can have a little chat and take some pictures. Like it's high tea with the girls or something. OK that's done too.

Now what? Clear the glass. And this time the glass bersepah all over the inside of the car cuz it wasn't a clean break. It's okay. I can do it. Buy plastic bags and masking tape to cover. Find somewhere bright and sheltered to do the whole damn thing. But where? I ended up on the side of the road vacuuming and picking up pieces of glass and taping plastic over the windows with rain drizzling down on my hairmakeupclothes which I spent extra time on and thought looked extra good, just for that night.

And I was soooo damn hungry the whole time. The last thing I had was lunch at MV at 12.30 and on the passenger seat was a sandwich I grabbed in a hurry before going out, now covered in glass. After clearing the glass and taping the windows and all, I hurriedly gobbled that one miserable sandwich down hoping I don't choke on some unseen piece of glass and die.

I wanted to go find somebody, but I don't know who to find.

Not Jacqueline. I love my sister but I know at that time. she'd be all 100 Questions and Serious Talk and That Tone of Judgement which I am just not able to accept at that moment. I like to think that if the situation was reversed, I'd worry more about her than what the parents would say, with how much we lost and how much it's going to cost coming in second. Also, what I needed was a Big Warm Unquestioning Hug not 6 Inquisitive and Sympathetic Eyes.

Andy lives so friggin' far away now. And like he said, he's got work tomorrow. So it's all fine that he's at McD's with Alex now but 30 minutes for me to get there is definitely too late to be staying up. And he doesn't seem to realize the situation is very serious to me, maybe because his brother's car was driven off entirely so shattered glasses, meh. He thought I'd still be showing up at Milk. I wish I could, I don't wanna be a party-pooper but I was in no way appropriate to be in a club then.

I thought I could hang out at some mamak and eat twenty roti canai with my closest friend here in Taman Connaught, but she was out. Ugh.

Cyntia's in Kepong. Howyee's in Klang. All so bloody far away. It really is very sad when the one person you can call to just bawl and rant and make you feel better is your ex, few hundred kilometres away.

I could think of a few friends (or 'friends') who'd be willing to meet up and talk. But right after they lend that shoulder to cry on, give that pat on the head, pull you in for that hug, hands would inevitably roam way down south and I would inevitably feel like a cheap and dirty fuckbitch. Yes, they're good with words and they'd be a comfort but what? "Don't cry, don't cry, just spread your legs wide" is it? After what I just experienced, no thank you.

Now I need to replace a clutch and a camera. Mana mau cari duit camtu? And the camera was new AND a present summore.

Gahhhhh this has been such an emo bitch post. Excuse me while I go put on some black eyeliner and cut myself.

No I Don't Bite but Please Don't Pijak My Ekor

2010-06-23T20:06:00.004+08:00

I have a new friend. He's nice but I think he fancies that he's pretty talented when it comes to investigative stuff. My honest advice? Don't ever try to go down the detective route. You're as subtle as a rock falling on a tin roof.

Though it may be very startling initially, I actually prefer people who are upfront and brutally blunt. It's not as exhausting as answering but not really answering a thousand questions that are not really questions that lead to another thousand non-questions.

Something straight to the point like 'So are you or are you not?' would be nice instead of 'So what kinda girls do you like?' and 100 variations of that question or 'Where do you like to paktor?' 'Your girlfriend pretty or not, look like how one ah?' or worse, "casually" bringing into the conversation topics like Sex or Your Gay Best Friend (yeah right, "your friend") hoping to squeeze a reaction out of me. Uh huh not gonna happen. And by the 600th time, it is starting to get on my nerves sweetie.

If your suspicion is that strong, you're probably right. If your curiosity is that high, just ask. Simple as that. Or not, just follow me out on a Saturday night, you will get your answer for sure. Har har har.

One more thing I don't like is people saying something that you memang dunno how to respond to but they still expect a response anyways and you know there's only one answer they're hoping to hear but sadly that's not the answer in your mind. Phew....

Case in point: "Aiyah you so cute/young/sexy* surely got many people 'chase' you one lor" Errrrr. What am I supposed to say to that except thank you right? "Why you say thank you wor??" Errrr because you gave me a compliment? "Aiyah you so [repeat compliment from above] surely many people 'chase'. I surely no hope one lor. I so old/ugly/fat**" ................. Cue awkward silence, followed by awkward laughter. "Eh why you didn't say anything? Right? I so [repeat self-bashing statement] sure no hope hor?" x 50

*It's not that I'm perasan kay. These are words some people have actually used. Not all the time la, but enough.

**I'm not being a bitch and insulting people's looks hor. They memang like to say things like that. Why ah? For sympathy???

HELLO LU MAU I KATA APA? PERGI MAIN JAUH JAUH? JANGAN SENTUH SAYA? YES YOU HAVE HOPE, IT'S JUST NOT WITH ME NOT IN THIS LIFETIME?

It's pretty obvious isn't it? I'm trying to be nice kay and hoping at the end that it'd be somewhat civil. Don't make it hard la.

I know I sound like such a mega-bitch but when you're calling at 2 a.m and I have class at 11 the next day and I've repeated myself for the hundredth time over, nice people also lose their tempers one lor apatah lagi me.

CV, More Like CB!

2010-06-14T19:03:00.003+08:00

Yesterday I had to go through my entire room looking for an appropriate cert for an appropriate extra-curricular activity that I could put on my CV.

Yeah. On the list of Important Things You Could Do With Your Life, that probably ranks somewhere around 1658th.

Only benefit that came out of it was it forced me to look in places that haven't seen light in ages, so when I saw all the dust, terpaksalah clean up my room a bit. Pantat.

Semuanya because of the stupid school. Which employer really cares whether you joined the drama team in 2003 or 2005 or whether you represented the school for public speaking at district level ke state level?

But noooo, the person in charge of internships had to see a cert for every single thing you put on your CV. Where does it say that you are naib johan? How you prove you were at peringkat kebangsaan? Blah blah blah.

And when I told her just delete the things I've already written since I don't have the certs with me, she said something like, "Means no activities at all wor? You didn't join anything at UCSI meh?" then give me a look like I'm hopeless and will be doing my internship at Tesco.

In the process, I re-discovered a few things about myself that I've already forgotten a long, long time ago. I was actually Programmes Manager for LCDS. OMG right? I actually got a cert to prove it, but really, what programmes have I ever managed before for LCDS?

...............

And apparently, I am also skilled in Pertolongan Cemas! Good to know. Can that count as other qualifications/skills on my CV? LOL.

But the sad thing is right, after all my efforts looking for the bloody certs in my room, I went to the Co-op offices today and found out that the lady that was helping me verify my CV cannot spell. I mean, I already keyed into the CV all the required information but she still had to edit it according to her way. So OK lor, I thought she was fantastic at CVs or something. Then she spelled some words wrongly. Like, WTH is a 'dramma commpatition - state lavel' ???!?!!??!?!!"££T$%^%U**&^&$£EW!E"

At first I thought maybe she was typing real quick so she made some typos. Then I saw she spelled drama the same way three times. Then before I could tell her, she already clicked 'CV Approved'. So now all my potential employers are going to think that I. Cannot. Spell. KILL ME!

Anyways, when I was digging through all my old files looking for certs, I found all our old assignments during the diploma days! OMG!

LOL I'm saying as though my diploma days were like 8000 days ago when it's actually more like 800 days. But still, I haven't seen these papers for like what, 2 years? So weird to see my name alongside names like Lim Shiau Yong, Lim Chin Yee, Ng Pik Yee Cyntia and OMG Yang Sheau Wen hahahah!

Terpikir pulak masa kita susah2 belajar and buat assignments (always last minute, staying up all night), watching movies to write about film theories lah, cut out ads to study magazine advertising lah, buat survey lah to find out if homosexual portrayals in movies influence the way they are perceived in real-life, etc etc. LOL. Miss you bitches!

Spend First, Earn (Much) Later!

2010-06-09T03:28:00.004+08:00

Today Seline & Ethan and Jem & I went on the first step to fulfilling our dreams of a HK shopping spree and then right after that, we went makan-makan and jalan-jalan. As usual, Seline left early so Jem and I, because we're 'budak kampung' (bluek!! Don't be jealous Seline!) who don't need to go back and answer to anyone so we stayed and jalan even more, although we both had assignments to rush. LOL.

Before this I already sorta promised myself not to shop or simply buy anything that I don't really need. Something like a personal challenge to myself lah, crap like that. This was easily done when we were at Sg. Wang. What to buy there kan? But Seline lah dragged us to Daiso, and I don't know what is it about stores with merchandise that are all priced the same, but it makes me go a little crazy. I think it's the thinking that 'Alarrr it's only 5 ringgit. I'm sure I'll find a use for it somehow. Hmmmm. Don't I have a surface that absolutely needs to be covered in a large piece of pink felt???'

Before I know it I dah have like, 3 things in my hands so I quickly paid and left cuz I know the longer I stay and look at things, the more I will spend. 5 bucks will quickly become 15 then 35 then 50 if left unchecked, I tell you.

Seriously, sometimes I myself cannot believe the things I buy. But it's only 5 bucks lah so it's okay! HAHA! Look at these stickers! Sooooo cute how to resist!!

Forgot who said these stickers are not worth 5 bucks. Hello?! There's like 50 of those cute little pigs there. That's like, 10 cents per cute little pig okay? Super worth it. I'm still thinking mana mau lekat. My computer? My phone? I'm thinking car cuz if Jacqueline can stick her elephants all over the car, then my cute little pigs are definitely allowed!

After that we went to Pavilion. I was broke so everything at Zara memang out of budget. At Topman still manage to control the shopping urge. At MNG there was this gorgeous snakeskin clutch but nevermind, still can control. At Pull & Bear semuanya huduh so no problem there. Then we reached Cotton On and there was my favorite word, besar-besar at the window! SALE! I didn't plan to buy anything but there was this shirt I dah tengok for quite some time and now it was 50% off. FIFTY PERCENT okay? And it's the only S size left. The others were L and XL. It's like, fate. I knew if I didn't buy someone else would and I'd be damn sakit hati seeing someone else wear MY shirt. And you know how Cotton On during sales always have these cute little things like glasses and scarves at 15 ringgit each? Super good bargain! I already grabbed like 3 things but after thinking sebentar, the spirit of moderation prevailed so I put the 3 things back since I already took the shirt. I will be back for them next week! Cuz I know these fifteen-dollar items they have in bulk so no worries that they will be sold out =) Yay less guilt!

My favorite purchase was definitely Xtina's new CD. I feel so proud of myself for being such a fanboy sampai beli on the first day of release. He he.

I still haven't decided if I like this futuristic prostitute side of her. Some of the dance songs were really very catchy but I like the slow, pretty songs the best. The ones she wrote with Sia. Those were very her but at the same time, different from what she has done before and different from what all the other popstars are doing right now. Maybe if she did more of those people would stop comparing her to Gaga ugh.

But bloody hell a lot of her songs were seriously cheesy and childish and some just sounded like moaning plus talking over a beat. You wouldn't believe some of the lyrics either. I mean seriously, And even though we made sweet love all night / I need sex for breakfast ? Seriously??

What about, I hate boys but boys love me / I think they suck and my friends agree ? What is this? Avril Lavigne circa 2005?

But you know, I'm cheesy + childish so hey, no probs for me I'm still a big Xtina fan! =)

Alejandro!!

2010-06-09T01:16:00.003+08:00

Fashion! Sex! Gaga with the most hideous hair! Soldiers! Shirtless men! Hundreds of them! Some of them in heels! And she doesn't kill anyone this time! She just ties them to the bed and simulates rough sex! What's not to like?

Of course, I don't know what the video is saying exactly, but hello, epic! I don't even know what the song is saying. Waitaminute, actually what are all her songs saying? She doesn't wanna be friends? She wants your leather studded kiss in the sand? You should have made some plans with her when she was free but now she's kinda busy? She's beautiful and filthy rich? Oh wait, beautiful and rich but dirty? Beautiful but rich with dirty money? Hm. Whatever. That's not the point is it?

It'd be amusing in the next few days, seeing people scramble all over to attribute meaning to her latest 'work of art'. OMG she's so original, such a breath of fresh air, a true visionary, the next Madonna!! What happened to the old Madonna? Did she die? OK fine, she just became irrelevant. But still... What does it say that twenty-something years after Madonna came out, the "biggest" pop star today still "references" her work and people are having orgasms like she invented the dildo or something?

Something To Think About

2010-06-08T00:59:00.002+08:00

If your lecturer asks you to pair up with someone for an assignment, who would you prefer as your partner?

a) Someone who doesn't contribute anything significant, but agrees completely with everything you say, or

b) Someone who has many, many ideas but all of them are, well not crap exactly, but total opposites of what you had in mind.

Hmmm.

Listen Up

2010-06-05T19:18:00.003+08:00

See?

That is the thing with you Plastics.

You think that everybody is in love with you, when actually, everybody hates you.

Like Aaron Samuels, for example.

He broke up with Regina, and guess what?

He still doesn't want you.

- Janis Ian

Uber FML!!

2010-06-05T16:18:00.004+08:00

It's the kind of thing you only read about in the papers, or see on those PSAs on RTM2.

It sounds like cautionary tales that your parents are always telling you about because they heard that someone they know had a cousin whose girlfriend's colleague had something exactly like that happen to them.

You'd never think that the car parked on the side of the road with plastic foil for windows would be yours.

It's not like what you've heard and imagined it would be, at all. The car was not parked in some dark, deserted area. It wasn't 4 in the morning. I wasn't driving a car that cost half a million bucks. There were no valuable items on display. In fact, the laptop and the other bags were rather well-concealed.

Then WHY US?!?!?!?

When major shit like this happens, the mind tends to work in super slow motion.

The first thought that went through my mind was, "Eh, how come I can see so clearly into my car?" followed by "Eh, what are those shiny crystal thingies on the floor?" before finally putting 2 and 2 together.

Then I was all "OH MY FUCKING GOD MY CAR WINDOW!!!!"

It's such a bloody hassle okay. After half an hour of trauma, have to pull yourself together, check what is missing, go to the police station to lodge a report, then clean up the car, find plastic to cover the windows, worry all night what will happen to the exposed car, in the morning wake up, worry about where to go fix the car, how much is it gonna cost, how long is it gonna take....

Sigh.

Thank God for friends and family lor at times like this. Or not I'll still be sitting at the parking lot looking at the windows and biting my nails kot. And if I think I already feel bad, I can't even imagine how it feels to lose almost 90% of my belongings and ALL my valuables like passport and computer and hair straightener and make up and perfumes and new clothes and pretty clothes [These things are really very, very important kay even though macam superficial sangat].

Dear Tuhan, I nak kena 4D boleh tak? At least just enough to cover the costs of new windows la, I'm not greedy. Hee hee.

Aktiviti-aktiviti Bulan Mei

2010-06-01T01:07:00.003+08:00

I recently (and un-recently also got) kena complain that I always hoard pictures that I've taken by never uploading them. Hngh. I wanna keep for myself and view privately cannot meh? I am a very, very private person what.

LOL. Reasons I rarely post pics is cuz it's such a damn hassle lah. Need to edit (I cannot, absolutely CANNOT post pics without editing first, it's against my morals!), then need to wait for it to upload slowly, need to organize, think of captions blah blah blah. Usually when I wanna write something I just write lor, think-think too much then macam tak jadi dy. Some more my FB very updated what, no? And the pictures, come come go go also almost always the same. Same places, same poses, same people. Especially those in the club. Too much of that kinda pics make me feel like I'm not doing anything with my life except partying it away. Of course, I don't feel like that lah when I'm taking the pics, which is why there are so many of them. When I'm partying I'm thinking life's marvellous. It is only after that I worry if it is too excessive.

Answer is NO, if you're wondering.

But anyways, I'm thinking this Aktiviti-aktiviti Bulan _____ could work what. This way, I only need to compile and post once a month! Very Bao-style. Hahaha I'm a lazy bitch.

Me and one of my dates (oooh look at me, I'm such a playa) for the taekwondo farewell dinner. Funny, I thought I already said farewell to taekwondo 12 years ago.
Seline! Whom I finally, finally got to see today. We (mostly me) have been skipping classes at all the wrong times. But that's a good thing la come to think of it. We can't both skip together, who'd take the attendance? Hee hee.
A random Hungover Sunday. Was it? I can't remember which days are hungover and which aren't anymore. There are so many of them nowadays, and not all are on Sundays. LOL.

Farewell for the UK (and 1 US) gang, part 1: The APR edition. Very big AWWW because I haven't seen them in such a long, long time and probably won't for a very long, long time either.

Mama getting old. I used to be able to go to any club and dance from 12 a.m to 3 but now lah, it has to be the right crowd la, right music, lots of drinks. Ah well, my "sophisticated" 21-year old tastes.

Farewell for UK gang, part 2: The AMS Genting Klang + Klang edition.... which brings the amount to One. Hahahah! It was a great, fun time nonetheless =D

All the other folks, Bao, Leng, Aeryn, whoever else, SORRY that I didn't send you guys off at the airport! I was kinda bizz-zay!

This is what I skipped the mini-farewell at KLIA for: Parrtttayyy! At somewhere OTHER than Frangi/MP/Sunday-nite Maison (which is a whole different Maison altogether) That's why it's soooo 'important'!

LOL kidding aside, I do miss you bitches but I'm sure I'll see you all in no time =) And the airport really was very far. And I couldn't even get duty-free booze! No point!

Mendidih!

2010-05-31T01:43:00.004+08:00

tiap2 mlm aku marah mcm org giler babi!

eeeee!

pantat!

aku pikir je aku rasa cam nk tumbuk, sepak, belasah, hantam kao2 kat sorang tuh!

bughrek!

giler x puas aku. dgr je name aku rasa nk muntah!

apatah lg klo jumpe, mmg rasa ah nk sumbat penumbuk kat dlm mulut die tu!

pantang name die aku tgk dkt facebook! blh meradang stengah jam!

paling aku x tahan, klo jumpe dua2 tuh together-gether.

muka die tu yg aku menyampah! die ingat die tu sape? bijak sgt ke? hebat sgt? kononnya popular sgt lah tu! wah disukai ramai! disanjung tinggi! hngh! klo bkn dibeli, ada x 'kwn' yg bertimbun2 cam skrg? pelacur negara dunia ke-3!

saat2 camtu lah aku pikir, kan best klo kite ade main bende2 cam wrestling ke, boxing ke. ape2 je lah, asalkan gerenti blh belasah sape2 tu smp tersembur darah!

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I Need Therapy for My Retail Therapy

2010-05-28T16:50:00.003+08:00

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

2010-05-28T02:38:00.004+08:00

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!

2010-05-19T16:23:00.003+08:00

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?

2010-05-10T17:10:00.002+08:00

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

2010-05-05T01:52:00.002+08:00

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

2010-05-03T02:18:00.003+08:00

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!

(Fail) Rehab's Over!

2010-04-28T23:59:00.005+08:00

It's always amusing to see the reactions that Sasha brings out in young, crazy village kids everytime I walk her.
Them naughty boys usually turn into apes upon seeing her; hooting and hollering at her, probably trying to get her to chase them or something. I have to endure them making all sorts of animal sounds.
Girls are girls; you know how they squueeeeal when they see cuddly, fluffy things.
But no matter what people do when they see her, they always say the same inescapable fact. Just this evening one girl said,
"Eeeeeeee gemoknyaa dia comel larh!"

I cannot get over how fat she is! She's like the Fattest Schnauzer Alive!
The other one pun sama jugak.

Both can get crazy over the tiniest bit of food, and we are already feeding them sooo mucchhh.

They can spend 20 minutes circling the dinner table after everyone has left just to see if there are any scraps on the floor. Siao kao.

Well, it's already my last 8 hours in Terengganu. Feel like I've been here for ages and ages but then it also feels like out of nowhere time crept up and I've got to go back again. Weird. I'm so happy I came back though. I get to eat proper meals with fantastic dishes everyday. I get to bake myself on a lurrvvely beach everyday (except that one day when it rained so heavily) aaaaand I get to made MAJOR plastic damage when Mummy took me out for a sudden shopping trip 2 days ago (sadly, this one not everyday). I'm so happy!

Also very happy that I'm going back to KL. I'm going to hit the ground running. I reach KL tomorrow but I think I'll only get to duduk in my own room on Saturday or Sunday hehe. My plans for the next 4 days are already full like wanna burst! I love long, fun-filled weekends =)

Sometimes I Wonder If It's All A Joke?

2010-04-24T23:55:00.003+08:00

My ex, someone I used to fancy, my sister and my best friend are out partying. Together.

There used to be conflict with my best friend over my ex. There was also conflict with my ex over my former interest, and vice versa.

Now they are all out having a great time while I, the initial mutual link, is slowly dying of boredom and other things 8 hours away from it all.

HA HA HA HA HA HA Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha (?)

Whiny Bitch

2010-04-22T23:54:00.002+08:00

Now that I'm back in KT, I have the car and I have the re$$ource$$ (okay, my parents have, technically BUT WHATEVER). What I don't have are The Friends OR the places where I can make new friends. SIGH. Where are the bars? Where is the MP, the Frangi, the Maison? Why must life always be so win-some-lose-some?

And why, WHHYY must the MSSN (or whatever it's called) take my beloved Joceline away from me??? I know it sounds so tragic like she's dead (CHOI!) but it's really very sad. Who am I going to disturb and bully? Who am I going to chauffeur around? Who is going to hack my Twitter account? Who am I going to kidnap in the middle of the night to McD's? Who is going to teman me to the beach and compare how tan we are? Who who who???
***OMG I sound sooo fucking needy nowadays!

And you know what, I was eating at a warung just now and this really stupid thing happened. I saw they had Penang Char Koay Teow so I was like, Oooooh! cuz dah lama tak makan, kan. Then I ordered but like, 20 minutes after we finished our satay and drinks (finished kay, not food just reached or what) the guy strolls over and was like, Hey you guys order char koay teow kan? You nak kering ke basah? WHAT THE HUH? I was, Kita nak PENANG char koay teow. Ya lah, kering ke basah? Erm tak payah lah, cancel order je thanks. Seriously WTF do you even know what Penang Char Koay Teow looks like? Superbly bengong. Don't act clever if don't know okay. Very buat malu. It's like you're at McD's ordering a Filet-o-Fish and they asked you if you want beef or chicken with that. Just like they have different kinds of burgers, there are different kinds of koay teows. If you only know how to make koay teow basah (hehe!) then just stick with that and don't pandai-pandai advertise that you have char koay teow.

Back on Driver Duty

2010-04-20T20:24:00.003+08:00

I reach home after an 8-hour bus ride and my dad gives me just enough time to put down my bag, pee, say hi to my mom, my grandma and my two dogs and set me to my first task: pick my sister up from tuition class.

My itenerary for the next three days has been confirmed. It revolves around my sister's schedule of school, extra classes, bowling games and wherever else she wants me to send her.

This of all things, is the biggest reminder that I am home! LOL!

But of course, this being KT, driving styles need to be slightly adapted and set to "small-town" mode.

What that means is I gotta remind myself always that there are no fast lanes here but lots of stupid bitches who don't know how to drive and even if I drive at 60 km/h there won't be anyone behind me honking or tailgating.

Although, things feel a little strange now. The last time I came back, it was CNY and therefore very riuh everyday. Friends were everywhere, and I wasn't single. Now it's rather lonely. Jacq's not here, Joceline's gonna disappear in a few days (my colleague in sunbathing!!) and again I feel the need to complain about how sucky it is not to have anyone to call you and say hey taken your dinner yet? and goodnight baby.

Zombiefied

2010-04-19T00:25:00.003+08:00

For the past 48 hours, I've been operating on 7 hours of sleep.

Don't have my usual luxury of afternoon naps either.

Exhausted. I'm like a zombie, can die.

All sebab parents are here and I still refuse to give up my usual weekend routine haha.

Imagine, getting a hungover that lasts for like 15 hours and you have to go through all the motions of being sober and alert and healthy in front of your momma!

The moment it stops, you get ready to go out and get smashed again. Only you didn't, so you babysat your trainwrecked best friend who was always the one taking care of you. LOL ;p

My life is glorious! :D

And oh, it still kinda hurts when you realize you don't have anyone to call and say, hey by the way I'm not coming back home tonight, I'm crashing at my sister's place.

Hmph.

Why Do I Never Learn?

2010-04-13T21:10:00.002+08:00

I should stop going grocery-shopping when I'm starving like mad.

I will only end up like a crazy old lady who is stocking her kitchen AND basement full of food because someone told her that the world is going to end soon or WW3 is right about to happen.

I can't even feel my arms no more after lugging all them bloody groceries back home.

On another note, WW3 does seem like it is going to happen rather soon. Oh why do I never learn?

Things That Were Nice This Weekend

2010-04-12T01:05:00.003+08:00

1. Movie Time Alone
I think the last time I did this was like, 2007? I used to go for movies alone all the time, especially all the boring movies with no explosions nobody wanted to watch but along the way, I became the kind who needed to go with somebody all the time. I forgot how relaxing it is being in a cold, dark theatre alone (or as alone as can be on a rainy Friday afternoon). I think I'mma do this more often, like once a week :)

And yeah it was about white, middle-aged divorcees but you know, the exes and moving on parts of the movie, I could really relate to that.

2. House hunting
I tell you, I hate it every time I need to move. I hate looking for a new place, I hate the moving process, I hate the settling in again. But OMG I'm so excited now! Cuz it's totally different this time, we getting a place of our own! Imagine, Jacqueline and I gonna be living in the same place. It will be a proper house. We can like, cook and eat in the kitchen. Watch TV in the living room. Instead of doing it all that in a friggin' tiny room, like what we're doing now. Aaahhh! We can bring Sasha down if we want to. We can decorate the whole place like a brothel if we (okay, I) want to. And talking bout decorating, OMG can go siao at Ikea! Also, can like run around naked. Blast the speakers like crazy. I can have a fridge stocked full with all sorts of beer and liquors and mixers! My friends can come over every week and we can have slumber parties, house parties, drinking sessions, mahjong sessions, movie marathons OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. OK stop. Stop. Don't count chickens before eggs hatch.

3. Getting crazyshitwrecked.
OK, I broke my No-MP-on-Saturdays puasa which has been going on for three weeks dy. Haih. Thought could go one month without Trainwreck Saturdays one. Jacqueline la, so beria-ria hype me up on Friday don't know for what. Oh well, hello again Hungover Sundays.

Yay Finally Pictures!

2010-04-07T15:24:00.003+08:00

Yesterday we had a cooking session at a friend's house! It was so much fun :D I think this is like, the first time I'm doing something like this, like really hanging out at a friend's house ever since I started here in September 2008. Usually go people house also for assignment or something like that. Har har shows you how social I am right.

Granted, I did only like 4.5% of the cooking and 65% of the eating but still that's more cooking than I've ever done back at home k? Plus, the other girls were so pro there was nothing left for me to do except become the unofficial food-taster heh heh ;) They were so pro they were cooking and doing everything damn fast. Like, by 7 we were already sitting down to enjoy the yumness :)

Look! I'm cooking! And not only that, it's GREEN okay!

OMG the ultra delicious teriyaki chicken! Looking at this makes me fungry again.

Eating sambil watching Mr. Bean. Very at home punya feel right? Aw.

Rocking out (haha kononnya!) after dinner. At least I'm not a total failure at Guitar Hero lah, **wink wink JemLee cough cough**

Beh Song!

2010-04-05T12:33:00.003+08:00

What's the point of giving out numbers if some fat Indian bitch is just gonna cut the queue and then bring her gaggle of friends to the front???

Tak boleh tahan. The tallest and prettiest but also the hairiest obviously thinks she's very entitled, walk up straight to the front of the line.

The short, insecure one at least got a bit of decency to be ashamed. She was like, hey are we cutting the queue actually?

But the fattest and also the loudest was like, no the person said whoever wanna check their documents can come to this desk. Saying it for my benefit la obviously, cuz I was right behind them and was jeling-ing at her. Cibai. Dare to jeling back some more.

Hello, come from the back cannot? Must come from the sides? You got see people queuing sideways ke? She asked you to come to this desk only, she got ask you to cut the queue ke? Got ask you to tell your friends they don't have to queue, just come straight up? Pukimak betul.

So happy when I see their documents rejected over and over again. Change this, write that, you didn't fill up here, you haven't certified that. Bengong. Some things already have very obvious, specific and direct instructions one lor, I don't know why people (not just this gang of rude bitches) can salah all the simple simple things.

But I'm not in a good position to say people lah. My TARC transcript almost got rejected. Ya Allah. If rejected, I gotta go aaaaaallll the waaaay to Setapak to take another bloody transcript lor. WTF right. But luckily dah solved and it wasn't even my fault. TARC don't know how to print transcripts! Hahahah.

Now everything is done. Hopefully approved la OMG. My BB and mah mojitos are already waiting for me!

P.S. Can I actually say that? If someone like reports me, will everything get revoked? OMG hopefully not!

I'm Not Lindsay!

2010-04-04T03:47:00.002+08:00

Yay I'm so proud of myself! I managed to resist temptation and stayed home instead of boozing and partying, THREE SATURDAYS in a row! Especially at the beginning of the month, when I'm not broke like hell and can still afford to do so.

I reached home from Pavilion at 10-ish and I thought, maybe I could rest for a couple of hours then run out to the club at around 1 something.

Sometimes it's not like you really want to drink, or really want to dance, or really want hook up with someone. You just wanna be somewhere, doing something.

But staying at home and staring at the computer for 5 hours straight is doing something, right? Right???

I kept thinking to myself 'Control yourself, control yourself!' and Andy's new nickname for me (which is Trainwreck btw) and how I don't want to be known as that and it took all my effort not to dress up and drive out.

It's not like by abstaining from clubbing I'm leading a healthier life or what. It's 4 am and I'm still awake so yep, still unhealthy. It's just that I'm trying to reduce the amount of times I'm stumbling around drunk and slurring at random strangers.

But you know what, my life is like a fucking TV drama. It's unbelievable. Just when I thought, hey I'm better now, moving on, nothing to see here, you can stop worrying about me now, blah blah blah, the shit just like, doubles. Seriously, I don't know how to deal. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL OKAY!

Breathe.

Phew. Seriously, I'm fine. And I don't want pity.

Digressing here:
I just want to strangle someone! Two someones actually. I know I tend to be dramatic and paranoid but I'm not fucking stupid okay? I'm clueless about lots of things like cars and mechanical stuff and artsy fartsy things but NOT about this. I had a hunch and I didn't want it to be right. But I was toooo busybody for my own good and I dug it out (not that it really needed to be dug out) and now would I feel better if I didn't know? I don't know. I think I wouldn't have liked living a lie, even if it's a beautiful one. Now I'm just alternating between feeling pissed and.... yeah, I'm just feeling pissed, like all the fucking time. Who do I hate more? I cannot decide. And yet I still wait for calls and texts and dinners and coming home. GGRRRHHH I hate this kinda split-personality punya uncertainty!

Shit man. Now I feel like I'm going crazy, after re-reading all the things I've written here. How did an entry that started with what seemed like semi-happiness became more and more emo and then ended with all this Rage? With all these crazy emotions in me, no wonder I was drinking like mad the last few weeks. (Last few weeks okay, now my liver and I are back to normal!)

And an even more important question, why am I still stuck on this after so many days, weeks??? Usually I'm an excellent bounce-backer. I'm superb. I laugh at people, I laugh at myself. Nothing fazes me. So why now like this? WHY? Is it because You Won't Get Out of My Fucking Life? Or is it because The One Who Was Supposed to Help Me Get Through It is now causing a whole other set of headaches and heartbreaks?

Oh well, I'm a strong bitch. And this is already much much longer than it should have been. It was supposed to be a few lines, a "Hey look at me! I stayed home! I'm a good boy! Not an alco! Not Lindsay! Woohoo!" kinda thing and then it turned into this. Siao.

I guess it's cuz now I have lots of things to say and no one to say it to. LOL. And I really do feel better after this massive how-do-I-feel vomit, so whatever helps right? At least I'm not doing drugs =D

This Is A Bit Personal, But I Gotta Get It Off My Chest

2010-03-24T16:15:00.003+08:00

You always asked me, how do I feel about you now,
And I always say, I don't know.
That's because I really don't.
Sometimes I hate you. Sometimes I get so sad. Sometimes I miss you with all my heart.
Surely, if you're able to bring out the most extreme emotions in me, if I can still feel so much, so strongly about you, surely underneath all that, there's still love somewhere, no?

But now I've figured it out.
For one week you were not here. It was the one week I needed you the most.
For everyday that I did not see your face and hear your voice, my heart died a little bit more.
Everyday I tried to deal with the grief, everyday I tried a different way.
And then you came back.
And there was relief, and this strange sense of joy. It was joy yes, but it was bitter and twisted also.
You see, I used to love you with all my heart but since we left each other and in the days that followed, a part of my heart has died.
Of course I still love you, I think I always will but now there's this dead thing in the equation.
They are side by side and connected to each other.
You still move me and the side of the heart that is still alive and well and longing for you but everytime it moves it pulls at the other side and it hurts.
It hurts so fucking bad.
I see you and a smile bubbles up and I wanna hug you so bad and then this pain comes and remind me.
And that is why everytime I kiss you, you taste my tears.

So far, I only know one cure for this condition and it's not even a cure, not even permanent.
It only stops me temporarily from feeling what both sides of my heart wants me to feel.
For a while, that was enough for me.
Once the feelings came again, I would start again.
But.
I've experienced first-hand, twice now, how too many whiskey on the rocks and G&T's and vodka limes and Long Islands can ruin your fucking life and make you wanna kill yourself in the morning.

But even typing this now I know it's not true.
There is a better way to end this pain for good.
You know how sometimes after you accidentally cut yourself or something, a few days after there would be this piece of like scabby skin on top or at the sides of the wound?
And you don't wanna peel it off because peeling it off would really really really hurt and then after that you'd have to look at the reddish-yellow still-oozing-with-pus flesh underneath?
But you know, you just gotta grit your teeth and try to stand the pain of pulling that fucking piece of skin off really fast.
And a few days later, the flesh that looked so fucking disgusting won't look so bad anymore.
It would have started to heal.

Of course, you know that I'm not calling you a piece of scabby skin.
But, I'm pulling you off now.
I'm going to let you go.
I'm going to try.

I'm Doing A Seline!

2010-03-09T14:14:00.002+08:00

Ooookaay, this is gonna make me look like a self-absorbed, spoilt brat but really, I am just thinking of you and trying to make your life that tiny bit easier! As I've been going on and on for ages, I think now everybody knows that my birthday is next week so if you have been racking your brains day and night and every single minute (as I know you must have!) thinking of what to get me, of what would make me happiest, then this LIST is just the thing for you.

Okay, people sometimes get the misconception that I'm a high-maintenance diva, I don't know why! I'm a simple boy, from a simple village in Terengganu, simple things make me happy. So let's get the low-maintenance, no brainer gifts out of the way first shall we?

1. Books
I spend a lot on books but still, not enough. Most of the time I blow my allowance on clothes rather than at the bookshop so there's a few books that I've wanted to get since forever but just didn't for some reason or other. It'd be nice if someone got me books cuz it's something that I'd definitely use anyways =) Off the top of my head, a few books I can think of that I want right now are Map of the Invisible World - Tash Aw, The Girl With Glass Feet - Ali Shaw, Still Alice - Lisa Genova. I'm sure there are others. You know my type; funny, witty, a sucker for sad stories or love stories or even better sad love stories, I like pretty covers.

2. CDs
I know right. CDs???? Well, I'm a very traditional guy when it comes to music. For acts I really like, I don't really do the download thing. I get their CDs so I can play it over and over in the car and look at the pretty artwork and sing-along. Plus, my broadband is slow as hell so I don't attempt any heavy duty downloading on it. Echo by Leona Lewis and The Boy Who Knew Too Much by Mika would be nice additions to my music collection, thanks :) P.S No Malaysian editions, please, cuz I want the booklet also.

3. Accessories
I'm just including this cuz I broke my fave pair of shades while I was in Bangkok and I really want a new one. They don't even have to be expensive. My old one was from Vincci! LOL. But of course if someone wants to gimme RayBans I'm not gonna be complaining. I think accessories are fairly easy presents, no? Also, right now I'm seriously into animal jewelry :)

4. Gift Vouchers!
I know some people might hesitate giving gift vouchers because some people don't like receving them; the general thought being that not much heart and effort goes into choosing gift vouchers. Not for me! Heart? Effort? Apa bende tuh??? I love vouchers! A load of Starbucks and/or Topshop/Topman ones would be sooooo appreciated!

Okay, I think I'm done with the easy, generally inexpensive presents so let's move on to the slightly more mid-range ones which you might be thinking of getting as a shared present or whatever.

5. Perfumes
No one can have too many bottles of perfume! Actually I've finished all of mine and just managed to swindle a ck Free from Daddy so there's room for many, many more! ck is more or less my go-to, I like Euphoria, Eternity, etc. Issey Miyakes also I like but I forgot la all their names, they all sound long, same and complicated. Polos also not bad. Happy choosing!

Now, I'm gonna put on the list a couple of things I know no one's gonna get me, unless you're like a mix between Mommy + Santa Claus or just won a hundred k in the lottery but a bitch can dream right?

6. Longchamp Bag
Big sized, but not luggage-sized, dark blue, short handles. I only want this cuz I saw this at the Thailand airport and it was like 400 RINGGIT which was like, HALF of what they were selling it for at Pavilion. Half!! I asked my mom if she wanna gimme that as my hadiah and she was like, what 400 bucks for something that looks like plastic bag? Haaaiiihhh. Who knows, maybe a rich fella with too much money to spare and lots of compassion is sitting at his computer right now googling 'poor boy dying for a Longchamp bag' and found this blog and then contacted me and then Fedexed it to me OMG WET!! OK, stop dreaming.

7. Blackberry Curve
This one is for the other rich guy with too much money, free time and kindness who's googling 'poor boy dying for a Blackberry'..... Okay, I should really stop fantasizing right about now.

OK, my list is done. I'm feeling happy as though as I already got all the presents sitting in my room right now. Hahaha stupid.

This Is What My Life Has Come To

2010-03-08T19:16:00.002+08:00

Going out clubbing 3 nights in a row. Dance like a slut. Develop a nastier-by-the-moment drinking habit.

Going out on random dates with random people. Sometimes you don't even like them that much but what are you gonna do? Stay home and make conversation with the four white walls? Even worse, sometimes you like them and then what do you do? It is exciting, yes - after so long - but also so exhausting when compared to routine, to which you're already used. You have to make an effort at conversation, at keeping up appearances. You gotta be engaging, and laugh at the jokes and tell funny stories so you don't bore them to death. They say they were gonna call, but they still haven't, so do you stare at the phone willing it to ring? Or do you send a text? Would that be too desperate?

4 in the morning and you're still up so you try to keep busy doing something - going through your notes, doing the laundry, cleaning your room, re-reading the book you've read a thousand times before - anything at all, just as long as it distracts you enough from dialling that number your fingers have been tracing the past thirty minutes.

Ugh I fucking hate being single.

Fen Sou De Gan Jue

2010-03-03T23:31:00.003+08:00

You know the feeling Howyee always talks about every single time we go on a road trip, the one you get in the car, sitting with your head leaning on the window, looking out into the warm and sunny world with your shades on, singing along to Taylor Swift's Fearless, track number 7. The sad little feeling that you get deep down in your heart even though on the surface you're really happy, just like your family and friends around you, even though (or maybe because of) you're going somewhere far away and unknown. Yeah, I totally had that feeling today. Sigh.

In other news, Bangkok on the first day is AWWWWWSUMMMMMM! Totally hit the road running, we went shopping right away. Of course, lala-free clothes for guys are always a tricky thing, and cuz Joceline still hasn't reached the shopaholic stage yet and cuz Jacq is a fatty meaning that she can't fit into all the "free-sized" items (OMG she was soooo pissed and then soooo desperate to just buy something) so all we spent on, and we spent not little, on accessories and tiny little things! Happy lor =D

Lunch was YUM! Dinner was even more YUMMMM! At first I was like, what? Buffet? Want us to explode or what? But when I saw the spread I was like, Drool! Totally worth gaining 25 kilos for that.

Now Jacq and I are totally itching to go out and experience Thai nightlife and (oooh hopefully) Thai Bad Romance but too bad, we're totally clueless so here I am, pouring things out onto my blog.

This Is Not Just a Movie Review

2010-03-02T14:22:00.004+08:00

Oh look, it's March. And I have just watched Valentine's Day.
How bawah tempurung can I get right?
I don't know why so many people hate on it. It was totally cheesy and predictable yes, but also very sweet. That's exactly like V-day itself isn't it? Well, cheesy sweetness is what I need right now. Watched it with my BFF and his BFF, which is the way rom-coms should be watched, if you ask me.

I was just going to write about the movie and then stop but when I opened my inbox like 5 minutes ago, I saw something that I knew I just had to share and I lazy wanna split into two separate posts. There was this heading;

E! News Asia Audition

and involuntarily, I was like !!!!!
and then inside it said;

It was a pleasure meeting you at the auditions. Thank you for coming.

You can see where this is heading right? No? OK, it continued,

But we're sorry that you have not been selected blah blah blah blah....

WAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not like I expected to be the next Giuliana (actually I did). I already expected not to get but still, rejection emails are damn heart-breaking lor.

And my heart is not exactly in the best condition to be (further) broken lor now. How many times can it do that actually? Would it one day reach a limit and from that moment on, you'd feel nothing and just laugh at all the pain that comes your way?
Ah broken hearts. It's why I sometimes prefer bending over a dirty jamban puking so hard I'm shivering and breaking out in cold sweat with my stomach and head feeling like they're about to just explode rather than this. At least that, that is the pain you understand.

Throwing Your Guts Up

2010-03-01T18:31:00.003+08:00

Today was hell.

I swear I am never, ever, ever, EVER gonna drink myself into that state again.

I mean, at the bar drinking alone on a Sunday night? What level of pathetic depression is that?

I was puking for an hour in the club. I was puking in class this morning. I was still puking at 3 p.m.

It was starting to feel more like food poisoning rather than the Mother of all Hangovers. Ugh.

At one point I didn't even know what I was vomiting, I hadn't eaten anything and it was red and black like, WTF is that? The lining of my stomach? Ewness.

I am definitely rehabbing myself for a while.

And oh btw, I'm back on the market, in case you were wondering.

Happy & Fat

2010-02-16T22:13:00.002+08:00

Who knew CNY could be so exhausting?

I mean, there's basically nothing to do except eat and eat and eat from house to house. You go to like, 6 houses and eat 8 times a day. You just sit there and smile and answer the questions you've been answering for years,

Yes I'm doing mass comm. Uh huh, that's like media, communication, stuff like TV, radio, writing, magazines, advertising, PR bla bla bla. Nope not yet, graduating in another year plus. More bla blaaaa blaaaaaa.

That's all you do and yet every night by 11 p.m I'm already knackered. Like I could fall into bed and be dead to the world if I didn't make a conscious decision to stay awake. Every evening at around 4 p.m I start craving for a nap. Why?

Even when we did our open house, it's not like I had lots to do. I just sit and eat and talk to people I know. And OMG did I eat a lot. Turnout was great this year. Never saw the house this crowded. Wanted to take a pic of the buffet table cuz it all looks (and tastes) so YUM! but when I got back from picking Kenji up, there were guests crowding the table already and the food looked like it was gonna be a case of Tak Cukup. Of course it didn't la; we're still having it for like the 4th meal in a row.

And yeah, Kenji, as in Mak Cik Kenji Tan actually came to my open house. Got KL friend come bai nian leh, I feel so Wahhh! I thought no other friends were gonna come. Luckily around the end there got la a few and then we cabut to Melissa's place, as usual and stay there to gamble. Or in Jacqueline's case, earn extra income.

Two things I learned this year about gambling. First I suck. I suck hard. I've been gambling from the night of the Reunion Dinner till today, Day 3 and I've been losing non-stop. I bet so small you know, just 1 ringgit, but I don't even know how much I lost already. I don't wanna count! Second thing I learned is Edison Toh is the most.... entertaining dealer I have ever seen. He is hilarious! That is all I will say. LOL.

Anyways, CNY has made me soooo fucking bloated it's actually painful sometimes. Like, you have too much food inside you and it's hard to like, breathe. All my XS shirts are in danger of popping! Guess once I get back to KL I gotta go on the Anorexia Diet for like, 5 weeks to pass off as Skinny Bitch again ;D

Photoshop

2010-02-11T04:57:00.004+08:00

Because most of my pictures are so damn fake, some people think that I'm totally pro at Photoshop. In fact, I use this very amateur, very basic, foolproof photo editor and am totally clueless when it comes Photoshop.

This semester I'm taking this Design class and since Photoshop is like this totally integral part of the design and publishing aspects of our mass comm career, there's no escaping it. So far, there's only one assignment so there's only one thing that we are taught. We have to change a B&W picture into a full-colored one. It's the only thing I know how to do using Photoshop so far, therefore I've been semi-abusing it, trying it out on all my current pics. LOL.

It's a bit like coloring with crayons, but in digital form. You have to do it small tiny part by part. Friggin' painstaking and time-consuming but I'm really, really proud of what I did tho.

This was what we were given to work with.

And here's the end result. Totally believable right? Just squint a little, and like, DON'T zoom in and it'll look fine :)

Update on My Totally Miserable Day

2010-01-30T01:55:00.002+08:00

The shirt that I love so, sooooo much but which everybody told me not to buy because it will rip to pieces by the 5th wearing (yes it's that delicate), now has little holes in it. Today was the first time I wore it. FML.

Predictably in line with the pattern of my life today, I was late for work. I actually reached MV with like, 30 minutes to spare but it was congested as fuck around Midvalley. It took forever to get to Zone H, where I usually park and when I got there it was full. As in, a guard was standing outside blocking cars from going in kinda full. I had to make one big turn to get to another zone. It's like I spent more time circling MV than I did to get there from my house. And once I was inside the carpark, there were like 5oo cars zigzagging here and there, all looking for a spot. For every car that was leaving, there were already another 3 waiting at the sides. I parked somewhere totally illegal and prayed like hell I wouldn't get clamped. I was still late though. Just my luck that Mr-hey-I'm-your-supervisor-and-I'm-so-gangsta-you-betta-listen was conducting the briefing, and I was made an example of a bad employee who was late. Sue me bitch.

And I just deleted this whole thing again.

This is so depressing. I am going to the fridge for some good ol' pick-me-up ice cream.

Is this like, my quota of bad luck for this month? Does this mean that for tomorrow and the rest of the month, and February, and 2010 I will be absolutely charmed?

Sakit Hati!

2010-01-29T11:23:00.004+08:00

I've been blogging so little nowadays. Today was the first time in a long time I've been so inspired to write here. I really, really needed an outlet to just WHINE.

I started off the morning with a loooong list of things to do. I had to send Jacqueline to the LRT station, then go to class, then go to Leisure Mall to get my dad's stuff then go pass it to him at Bukit Jalil then go to work.

And being the stupid party slut I am, I went to bed at 5 last night/this morning and almost didn't wake up this morning. I woke up with 30 minutes left to class and Jacq wasn't even awake. How to send her to the LRT and still make it in time for class? Halix offered to send her so I got ready. Usually for class I'm super selekeh all shorts and slippers and hair like shit but today because I had to go to work right after class, I needed to cantik a bit. And I managed to get school-AND-work-ready in less than 30 minutes, which mean I'm NOT late for my class. As I was rushing to college, I got a text. Saying class was canceled! WHATTHEFUCK. Wasted precious sleeping time and rushing around getting ready... for nothing. Sad case.

But never mind lor, it means I have more time to do the things that should be done. I go to Leisure Mall to get my dad's stuff and it's not the usual people in the store. The usual ones were always so nice and sweet and friendly. This bitch was downright rude and disrespectful. Just because I don't look like the typical taekwondo instructor who walks in the door. It's like she took one look at my skeleton tee and was like, "who are you? who's the instructor? what, what's his name??? what club you from? state?" Eh bitch please la, I don't need to take that attitude from you at 10 in the morning k.

And you know what, the delicious icing on the sweet sweet cake was that 45 minutes after my friend texted me about the cancelled class, she texted me again. She made a mistake. That was last week's notice. This week's class was still on. AAAHHHHHHHHH. I've missed two classes on a subject I'm totally clueless about. WTFWTFWTF. You know, in certain situations right, I'd prefer if information is withheld from me lor. Like, if I didn't know that the class was actually on instead of canceled, I wouldn't feel the many things I'm feeling right now. Like, guilt for missing it. Pek chek and Regret, also for missing it. Anger, at my friend for telling me the wrong thing. Then guilt, for feeling angry at my friend who's just being nice. Worry, whether am I gonna get barred or fail this subject because I've missed TWO classes. WORRY, if I fail WHAT WOULD MY PARENTS SAY? Dilemma, should I go for the last 45 minutes. OMG EXPLODE.

It's not even 12 yet and I'm already like, blasted with bad luck. I wonder what the rest of the day will bring. Oh God.
P.S. If I need any further proof that today is not my day, I just accidentally erased the paragraph above, the long one - and had to write the whole damn thing all over again. Seriously WTF.

Wheels: A Belated Welcome

2010-01-28T02:17:00.006+08:00

Life's funny sometimes. And so are parents.

You can beg and plead, persuade and reason, argue and debate, with them for YEARS to get you something but if they don't want, memang they don't want.

Then all of a sudden, at a moment when you least expect it, when you are not even talking or thinking about it, when you not exactly don't want (how can you ever don't want??) but the crazy, unreasonable teenage yearning have dimmed a little, they just pop up with something like,

"Hey, we are getting you guys a car btw"

...................................

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so speechlesshappy but I would have been so unbelievablycrazyhappy if this happened like, 3 years ago, but also very irresponsible I guess. I'm glad it's now. Jacqueline needs it more so it has been with her mostly but she's very nice. She lets me take it for the weekends, for long trips and she even sends me back all the time. I can now be the guy that can pick up my friends and send them back and stay out late and get tickets for speeding on the highway! Oh wait, oops.
Don't ask me why there's a picture of Howyee here. It's the pic that best shows the prettiness of the car! I helped chose the pink-grey color scheme. So schweet right? Howyee says it's very Victoria's Secret, and therefore all the posing heh heh. All the lebih, cute, girlish, pretty things and touches were later added on by Jacqueline =)

Back to School

2010-01-16T16:39:00.003+08:00

Today I spent the first 2 and a half hour of my morning class (Yes I have class on Sat morning boooo) trying to figure out why the hell my lecturer looks sooo damn familiar. It seems like I know him from somewhere but I just can't place him. Then in the last 10 minutes of the class, I got it. He looks like Hagrid! Physically, with the hair and the beard, they look sooooooooo the same I don't know why I didn't get it sooner. But not just the looks lor, the voice AND the accent is like totally Hagrid! Even the way they teach also the same. Like, talk a bit and then get distracted and is like, talking to himself like that. Freaky! Though, now that Harry Potter and I got 0.25% similarity then maybe life won't be so dull. Or waitaminute, it might be even duller. Cuz my Hagrid, like all the other journalism lecturers in UCSI, only know how to talk politicspoliticsandpolitics. Yawn.

This week has been quite a productive week. I managed to tick off around half of the things on my to-do list. Granted, the list wasn't very long to start with, but it was major for me lor, the super procrastinator! The other half isn't done yet cuz it's the weekend now, so yeah I think I did pretty good for me. And I didn't miss a single class this week! Which is a big, big improvement cuz I missed 50% of the classes last week! It's not that I'm lazy or what, it's cuz I was still getting used to the student's timetable and waking up early in the morning. Of course, I actually woke up much earlier for work last couple months and I never reached late but dunno, with classes just no motivation to get out of bed la. It's not like you get your salary cut if you're late. You can just get the notes from the photocopy shop or your friends then just catch up on your own.

Oh My Look at the Length of This!

2010-01-04T21:33:00.003+08:00

So I was thinking, it's my first post of 2010; maybe I should make more of an effort because these beginning-of-the-year / year-end ramblings and thoughts are usually a little more profound/deep/meaningful?

I didn't mean to end the sentence as a question but my writing skills are totally failing me and I can't think of a right way to finish the thought (heee luckily I'm taking writing skills class this semester) so I thought maybe a question mark would do for now.

And I was thinking and thinking like why, what is it about year-ends and new-years that make people wanna think deep thoughts about how their year has been, what have they achieved, how they could have been better, etc etc etc? Cuz that is so totally Not Me.

Maybe I'm not at the right age to be reflecting on Life just yet. Though you do see some 17 and 18 year-olds who are very mature and like they know what exactly they want and where they are. So maybe I'm just bloody immature and shortsighted.

Yeah, Whatever. All I can say for 2009 is that it went by really, really FAST. And it's not in the way where it feels as though time flies because I was very busy or doing Very Important Things. In fact, it might be the exact opposite. The year just passed by in a haze of like, nothingness.

Like, oh there goes April, and May, and June... What? It's November already? Funny, feels like I haven't done anything at all lah this year. Ya know? That kinda feeling?

In fact, the only month that felt like it had any significance to me was October. Apart from my birthday month la of course. That one is significant because it serves as reassurance for me that people really care and love me enough to spend time and money to celebrate the fact that I was born. Yeah, I'm really shallow/insecure like that :p

So yeah, October. It was the one month where I did several things that I always said I wanted to do but never did/things I only thought about but never took a proactive step towards/things that are New. You get the idea. So the first one was I got a Job. Clap clap, old news by now. Every sem break I say I'm gonna get a job, I'm gonna get a job but this time I really did. To those who laughed and said I couldn't last one week before being fired for giving customers Attitude, HAR HAR HAR. I knew I could do it :)

The second one was going for the 8tv Quickie host search. Which doesn't seem that big of a deal considering that I got nowhere but still! It was a major step on my part, especially taking into account my HUGE self esteem issues! Usually I'd be like, he auditioned for a reality show!? Isn't that a little attentionfamewhoredesperate? But what to do, when you wanna be famous, you gotta be desperate! And I Wanna Be Famous! I AM Desperate!! Ha kidding. Sort of. I mean like, talking is something I know I can do unlike, singing for example. Heehee. So Why Not? You never know till you try, right? Maybe if I wasn't so gelabah I'd be all up in your TV right now! LOL. So yeah, this year I been telling everyone that I'mma go all out attentionfamewhore cuz I wanna be famous before I'm 21. Yeah right, famous in 3 months. Good luck with that. A bitch can dream though riiighht?

The last one was the most unexpected. Me, commercial, okaybye. You know what, I think if any of my friends are down, I just need to play this video and when my fat face shows up on screen, they be smiling again.

P.S I can't believe I cannot escape from the word 'whatever'. I was trying so hard to write something that was bimbo-free, something that would make people go, wah I can't believe he wrote something like this but aiyah whatever lah! This is me, no use changing this and that just cuz it's 2010 :D

The Last Day

2009-12-21T02:29:00.002+08:00

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!

2009-12-21T01:59:00.002+08:00

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

2009-12-12T01:47:00.004+08:00

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

2009-12-11T00:55:00.005+08:00

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?

2009-12-01T17:50:00.005+08:00

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!

2009-11-24T19:45:00.003+08:00

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

2009-11-11T18:16:00.004+08:00

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?

2009-10-12T23:52:00.002+08:00

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

2009-10-05T23:54:00.001+08:00

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

2009-10-04T02:03:00.002+08:00

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!

2009-10-01T00:58:00.003+08:00

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

2009-09-27T04:49:00.003+08:00

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

2009-09-23T21:11:00.003+08:00

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?

2009-09-18T03:48:00.004+08:00

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

2009-09-15T21:26:00.001+08:00

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

2009-09-07T19:55:00.004+08:00

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

2009-08-15T23:53:00.003+08:00

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

Anybody miss this? ;-)

McLosers

2009-08-14T01:40:00.003+08:00

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

2009-08-13T12:03:00.002+08:00

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

2009-08-10T01:54:00.003+08:00

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

2009-08-07T01:03:00.002+08:00

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 ;)