I Waaaant a Root Beer Float

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

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

Retail Therapy for my Lonely Soul

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

XOXO

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

Well no more!

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

Wife for the Asshole

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

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

Humiliation!

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

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

He has this amazing talent for spewing out gems like;

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

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

"Durex is very, very good."

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

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

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

Difficult!

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

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

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

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

"How do you define emotional?"

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

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

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

OMG.

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

New Home =)

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

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

But I have a good feeling about this place though!

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

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

WHATEVER.

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