Retail Therapy Isn't Very Therapeutic, Is It?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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.