chingwuen.blogspot.com

2009-12-03T00:52:00.002+08:00

I sat here with this window open for such a long time but I can't find the right words to fill in this space. It's too big. All I know how to write about is beauty stuff now >_> Oh this cream is wonderfully light on the skin. Slick on this lipgloss for maximum shine.

Blablablabla.

But that does not mean that I've lost touch of the usual 'fuck you bitch you think I have nothing to do is it ask me do so much crap, you fucking Hello Kitty freak' writing style.

It's just that I don't have time. Excuses, excuses.

Sometimes all I want to do is to just lie on my bed and stare up into nothingness. 'Tis a goooooood feeling.

Long break

2009-10-16T21:13:00.001+08:00

About time this space needed something new.

Unfortunately I don't have anything interesting to write about.

Maybe it's because I've been writing so much that I don't feel the pressing need for self-expression anymore.

Well.

Till then.

See you around.

The TBB

2009-09-27T01:18:00.004+08:00

TBB is the weirdest person ever.

Today I was with Lady Boss/Cocky Woman (bukan nama sebenar) at her cousin's boutique opening at Damansara Uptown, and while I was halfway gorging myself on finger food (I think I ate one week's worth of food), he called me.

He always manages to call me when I'm doing something that requires the use of both my hands. When my hands are free he hardly calls >________>

Anyway when I answered the call he asked excitedly, "EH, HOW EH HOW EH, GOT PEOPLE DANCING OR NOT???"

Me: "er why would there be people dancing"

And he said (in a tone that half-implied I was slow in the head) "NEW SHOP OPENING ALWAYS GOT PEOPLE DANCING ONE MAH"

Like there would be people dancing at boutique openings >_______________>

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I asked him what kind of dance and he was all "neh like 裙子舞 or 扇子舞 like that lo" like it happens all the time when people open new shops.

When I answered "no la stupid ah you where got people dancing one" he demanded to know if there was a lion dance.

(Walao this photo is very old. He looks so young here hurhurhurhur)

Part 2

2009-09-25T00:06:00.006+08:00

Celebrated my "old" younger brother's birthday last week with my aunts at Sushi Zanmai, but we forgot to buy cake hurhurhurhurhur. At least we had ice-cream after that goooooooooooooood Japanese ice-cream, thanks to my aunt(s). They also got me a really nice wrap (clothing, not food), the top I'm wearing below, an awesome dress, and a pair of Ipanemas (40% off don't buy then stupid leh)! It's been so long since I actually bought anything worth mentioning T_____________________T

Giving him what's left of my meagre pay (I don't get paid much at all - but I love my job hurhurhur I no longer need to spend money on beauty products, and I get to do what I love most: try out products, go to events, write about them, look at products bla bla bla bla bla) and hoping that he spends it well on his present. Oh well his present is my present anyway, he needs a subject to photograph and I willingly volunteer most of the time (when I have my makeup on and am decently dressed). Eh I bought him a card also leh, although it is a very sarcastic card that says "BROTHER, EVEN THE MOST FANTASTIC BDAY PRESENT COULDN'T REFLECT HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME... (and inside) SO I FIGURED WHY BOTHER!" HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

My colleague was so kind to give me her OPI stash *^________^* (cute but annoying emoticon) because she doesn't use them anymore. I've been really into French manicures lately, DIY-ed of course WHO GOT SO MUCH MONEY TO PAY FOR PROFESSIONAL MANICURE HELLO.

I thought of this idea (dark French - dark base and dark tips) for my November beauty spread and it's going to be published soon (in Nov, duh) hooohooooo /shiny eyes

Faking perfectly curved French tips with strips of masking tape (no need to buy French stickies!)

Jeng jeng jeng (but the flash overpowered everything, I swear it's much more obvious in real life!)

Did the same for my fingernails but in a different shade (a very girly pearly lilac hue).

Nothing a bit of masking tape can't do.

I think I have lost all sense of time, it's only September and I'm in a Christmas mood because we're working on the December issue already wtf. I'm looking at Christmas specials from the cosmetic companies almost every day, and it's only been less than 3 days after raya. Go figure.

I am officially living two months into the future, and don't know what today's date is.

Part 1

2009-09-22T15:21:00.001+08:00

Sometimes I wonder why the mechanics of nature have changed so much over the years. Like how men used to be synonymous with drinking alcohol, smoking and swearing and women were always related to things like acting ditzy, being stupid and staying at home being all demure.

Which is a shitload of utter bullcrap if you ask me.

But then again I actually know of some girls who act like they're stupid all the time, because acting this way earns them brownie points in front of guys because they're so endearing and adorably dumb (or so they think). I'm not sure if they're naturally that stupid (if this is the case then my heart bleeds for them), or if they're just putting on a show. But either way it's really annoying. Talk about dumb blonde overdose.

(anyway I would like to point out that this is not for you, you perasan sick freak of a retard, because I have better things to do than spend the rest of my life writing about you and the things you 'like and worship' - just in case you take it into your pretty little head that I am bitching about you again and proceed to remove all remnants of me from your sorry life)

This is teh Plutteh (oh so young and fine wtf >_____________>).

Being ambushed by phantom fog near Jalan Sultan Ismail. Animals in car (all belonging to TBB because he is very weird) dying of poisonous gas.

Source of phantom fog (masked man with dengue fogging machine)

Safe from phantom fog, on the way to Pavilion. Rejoice!

I wanted to write a birthday post for Plutty, but nobody has sent me photos from Wondermilk, so cannot write leh.

Things that I feel are horribly overrated these days:

Gladiator sandals/caged heels/the like - so annoying already leh even though sometimes I secretly like trying them on at shops because I know I will never buy them
Cupcakes (did you know that a cupcake the size of of half your palm is selling for RM4.50? I would eat it, but not buy it lorr so expensive!)
Stick-straight bangs - let's face it, it's so hard to maintain and usually looks uber unflattering, why bother anyway?
Attending blogger-related events. Enough said.
Mascara (so many types, so many functions, and the best thing is: none of them actually do what they claim to do, because Asian lashes are often short and grow downwards, and the humidity in the air makes curled lashes droop by the end of the day. I've stopped using mascara for 2 years now - they don't do shit for me)
Italiannies - shitty lunch sets with gross soup and mains. Exorbitant prices. Not worth it at all mahai pepet. The only thing that's good is the creme brulee but it costs over RM11.90, sien.
Racerback tops - I don't like them that much, the cut is always weird (makes you look like you're strangling yourself), and the shape always loosens after a few washes.

The end of Part 1, a rojak mixture of all sorts of crap.

2009-09-19T22:26:00.002+08:00

I haven't updated for centuries. Aiyah very sien already nothing to write about leh, blogging is very superficial sometimes.

Sometimes I get very annoyed at people who act like they know everything D:<

I also get annoyed at parents who speak to their children in really broken English, because it's bad for the kid and warps his or her brain.

I am tired and want to sleep.

2009-09-13T01:47:00.006+08:00

To compensate for the long photo drought, in case you think I'm dead or got disfigured in an accident.

Good times (not in chronological order).

Footie, me and my fucking highlighter eyes.

A thin (lala) TBB and me before the discovery of makeup.

At Gardens Lifestyle Cafe (or some shit name), with a bunch of siao friends.

Opocot ada auntie tutup mata. Pui Ee, happy birthday today. You would have had a great time.

Jeff Timmons!!!

Plutty you look so angmoh here /love

亲爱的牛姐, miss you leh Guling T__T please come to KL soon!!!

At Room 18, with Guling's really funny friends.

Fried rice and a star-shaped egg, nomnomnom.

Giant yam leaf and constipated person.

Beverly my ex-housemate, who shares my love for cheap thrills and steals.

I love monsters. Wanted to steal this thing home but too big already.

Girls' night out (OK LA DANNIE NOT GIRL)

Stalking the conjoined twins. They look like they're stuck together hor.

Really obscene unstaged photo. Conjoined twins have been separated.

Just in case there is a photo flood, I shall stop here.

Toodles.

Midnight Nonsense

2009-09-13T00:38:00.007+08:00

I spent the entire night downloading songs, really old songs like Ryan Cabrera's True and Matchbox Twenty's Bright Lights. Plutty and I were listening to boyband songs (Backstreet Boys!) in the car today and we both lamented on how there is no good music nowadays that deserves the same amount of love that we had (and still have) for the songs we used to listen to in the late 1990s/early 2000s.

Was at One Utama doing product loans for my shoot last week, and I got really sien walking around, having nothing to do while waiting out the stupid traffic jam, and I went against all my principles and got a pair of faux snakeskin and satin slutty heels, and I don't even fucking like animal prints! But then the pair of heels was very nice and very high and surprisingly comfortable for such a high pair of heels, so I decided to fuck it and buy it (as a treat for being an underpaid corporate slave) /shiny eyes

I really want to get a nice pair of heels (ie from Aldo or Nine West), but I think my wallet would bleed to death and die, and so would my sorry feet, because I am not a heels person, even though I have quite a few pairs and always go out and look for new ones to buy >_>

Blablablabla.

Eh actually I think designer brands are really overpriced lo wtf I loaned a dress from a shop and it was RM999 gila babi so expensive how to wear eh can please tell me or not. Then there was another snakeskin print tube dress from another brand, and it was RM699 kisiao cibai pepet. I wouldn't pay more than RM25 for it, and all my colleagues agreed that they would not pay more than that either. SO CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY IT IS SO RIDICULOUSLY PRICED? Some more a bit hideous lo.

Anywayyyyy I miss my friends (whatever friends I have left). =(

And I kind of miss home T__________T

This is the life

2009-09-08T00:10:00.002+08:00

About time this space deserved an update, although I really don't know what to write here. It's not that I don't have anything to write about (I do), but then there's so much to write about and I don't even fucking know where to start.

It's nice having friends who are really nice to you, because that somehow in this cruel, heartless world, there's at least a few people (although very few) who actually seem to care about how you feel. /shiny eyes

I haven't taken a lot of photos lately, because I either go out without makeup, or I go out with makeup on and forget to take photos/don't feel like taking photos/find that it's not the right time to take photos.

Some things got me thinking today: what is love exactly? Is it when you hide things from your other half because you know they'll be heartbroken if they find out? Or is it being honest and telling them everything you feel they need to know, because you believe in not hiding anything from them?

Things are fine with TBB (teehee), but I just found out about something that made me think this way. But then again who am I to judge when I know I'm only human. People make mistakes or wrong decisions.

Sometimes I feel like I am very stupid (from a common sense perspective, I seem to have none whatsoever). There are times when I make comments that have no sense at all, but then I don't even realize it until later on. >_>

But then again it's very exhilarating to be a little bit stupid and still know that you're perfectly capable of doing what you set out to do in the first place. It's a refreshing change from being super anal and planning your life out 10 days before you actually do something because you're afraid to mess things up and spoil your predetermined plans. Hey, I actually like being stupid because that way you life is less fucked up because you tend not to overanalyze. Although I feel that I'm also one of the most anal people in the world.

Life is good right now, and I think I'd like it to stay this way :)

A list of things.

2009-08-30T22:26:00.002+08:00

1. It's Merdeka eve and I'm at home doing nuts, because I have no friends (boohoo). I want to go out, but everyone I know is not in town T____________T HOW TO GO OUT YOU TELL ME T__________T

2. I seriously think that peer pressure is a sucky thing. Not that I succumb to it (I rarely do), but I feel that sometimes we should stand up for what we believe in and not do something just because all our friends do it.

3. I watched two animated movies today (glamour name for cartoon, huhu) and spent a bulk of my time playing games on my computer. I woke up ar 12.30 and have done nothing constructive for the day.

4. I kind of love my job, because it involves things I love the most: writing, skincare, makeup and freebies. And I get to go out a lot :D :D :D :D But then again it's kind of stressful because there's so much to learn, especially about the photoshoots. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed. Hope all goes well. It gets a bit lonely at events though; people from English publications tend to be less friendly. OH THE IRONY. I work for an English publication.

5. I think I've lost weight (ahem), if not then I definitely have a smaller appetite now. I was at Ikea with Fatty yesterday and I got an ice cream and a hot dog. I didn't manage to finish the hot dog. One month ago I would have eaten one ice cream, one hot dog and a curry puff (or two).

6. Tomorrow is a public holiday, but I forsee (actually don't even need to forsee, I already know) that I will be staying at home again, spending some quality time with my laptop, eating instant food (because I am lazy).

7. I really, really need a holiday, but I have no time. I miss the days when I had nothing to do except wake up and put on ratty clothes and laze around at home (in Kelantan). I miss Bangkok (except for the fucking horrendous amount of walking that we did and left me almost crippled). I miss waking up late and going to class and meeting up with what few friends I have.

8. Maybe I should just drown myself in alcohol. I have some bottles sitting on my table, all very nice one (lychee, orange and peach), and one day I mixed them all together with orange juice and nearly knocked myself out with the potent cocktail wtf. Half a mug (don't have a proper glass for cold drinks here) and I was so sleepy already hurhurhurhur. But boy was it goooooooooooooood.

9. Actually I don't mind spending time alone, because I actually like being alone. But then again it doesn't hurt to spend time with the people I like, because it makes time pass faster (much faster). Plutty I am seeing you next week and I have a proposition for you.

10. One hour fifteen minutes more to Independence Day. It feels like any other day. Nothing special, boo.

The thinning scissors

2009-08-24T17:17:00.003+08:00

One of my best hair-related buys has got to be scissors.

I got mine from a home appliance shop at One Utama (the one opposite Skin Food) for RM5, but the last time I went to Daiso I saw that they had the same type of scissors too.

They are called thinning scissors and basically look like this, but a lot less canggih :

EH RM5 ONLY WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, DIAMOND-ENCRUSTED HANDLE AH.

Anyway it works really well in thinning out bangs that are too heavy. Maintaining a fringe is not easy, especially if you are very kiamsiap and don't want to fork out RM10 every month to have it trimmed.

My solution: nothing a bit of DIY can't fix. I've been trimming my fringe for months now, to keep the length just right where it doesn't poke out my eyes and I can still see in front of me.

I actually got a pair of thinning scissors last month but was too scardey cat to use it, because I was afraid I'd snip off too much from my fringe and look like something ate my head in the middle of the night and spit me out again.

Last night I finally got to using it because my fringe was being uber annoying. It was really weighted down because I usually trim it with a normal pair of scissors.

I tried snipping a lock of hair with the thinning scissors and got a bit scared because so much hair fell off. But then I thought die die lah don't care so I went ahead anyway and I'm glad I did because my fringe is much lighter and more natural now

:D

Wow, I have such an interesting life, I just wrote an entire post about a pair of RM5 scissors.

.

2009-08-23T20:48:00.002+08:00

I went out with Plutty over the weekend and I drove all the way to Ikea by myself

:D

Plutty I drove all the way to Ikea for you T_________________T

Anyway my life is very boring nowadays.

So so so so sien.

Driving 101

2009-08-18T19:18:00.003+08:00

There's something about driving that makes me feel like an incompetent retard. I hate driving, because I suck at it, and also because it makes me feel really stressed out trying to figure out which turning I should take, and when I should change lanes etc.

And then there is parking. I dread parking the most, because I don't know how to side park and I don't know how to reverse park either. The only type of parking I can do is the type where you just drive into the space, turn off the ignition and lock your car. That's it.

It all seems so easy when I go over the process in my head, or when I see other people do it. But somehow when I try I always fail miserably =(

It's hard because the car I'm driving now is a manual car without a power steering, and the car engulfs me completely so I can't see in front or behind at all.

How come other people can drive so well and I can't =(

Dim Sum!

2009-08-17T09:48:00.005+08:00

I sort of went trigger-happy with the Ventolin inhaler and I'm now really hyper wuwuwuwuwuwu. But then again I only pumped twice. On an empty stomach oooooooooh that's why.

I have so many backdated pictures stashed in my camera (actually it's not even mine, but it's in my possession, so.), but I haven't really gotten to uploading them yet, very busy these days leh (lies).

There is this Dim Sum uncle who sells dim sum (duh) and other things like Guilingao/taufufa/soya bean drink/sugar cane, and I bought lunch from him for two days last week hurhurur because his van is right outside the main entrance of the office. Walk out can see already huhuhu so near.

I got this salted egg siu mai, which was quite good by dim sum standards (my dim sum standards, that is). Just the right amount of five spice powder and the perfect balance between savoury and sweet. And they weren't the kosong kosong kind (you know the type where you try picking it up with your chopsticks and it all falls apart like crap), very compact but not as compact as the ones from Kuching (those are VERY compact, like solid siu mais). The lomaikai's not bad either, but it's a bit dry on top. The inside, however, is a different story - very nice :D

The Dim Sum uncle is only available outside the office from Tuesday to Thursday, 11.30am to 1.30pm.

No dim sum today, sigh.

TBB is away on a 'business trip' so I shall be lonely. But fret not! There is Plants vs Zombies, probably one of the best games ever created.

I'm telling you, this game is the shizzah.

Here's to you! :D

2009-08-12T09:48:00.002+08:00

Helloo.

I've run out of things to write about, because I have been wallowing in sorrow for the past week since I have no friends wuwuwuwu so sad.

Every morning I cheer myself up with a great big dose of Dumbo Blondo, only that this is the full-blown Asian version.

Ya lo perasan more lah it's good for the soul, you dimwit, because obviously you seem to think that everything revolves around you.

'I shall refrain from commenting as it makes me a bigger person' yadda yadda yadda.

Ooooo I'm sorry but I like harping on things, especially if I feel you are stupid enough to jump to conclusions and 'assume' that I like to bitch about you all the time (aiyah so many people in the world and I have to pick a dimwit like you? /rolls eyes), maybe you're a tad on the delusional side, my friend.

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I think I would probably die from being cursed by some gheyz (I generally like the GBLT community, but not this one because I think she/he (I don't know she or he lah) is extremely vile.

Ok excuse me while I go work now. I have more important things to tend to and I have another event in the afternoon. :D

Joke of the day

2009-08-07T22:32:00.004+08:00

Today I realized that I play the main role in a very big joke, probably the biggest joke of the year.

Of course there are two sides to every coin, so some people think that I am 'a person who is obsessed with buying el cheapo things that seemingly look expensive (to me)', and that I am in truth, a 'self-centered Times Square resident'.

I could be wrong, but I know my maths, having taken maths all through Primary 1 to 6, and Form 1 to 6 (and a bit in uni but I don't remember for what subject), and I've learnt about probability and the shizzah.

Anyway the joke is that some people like to think that what I write is about them (wtf), and proceed to tell the world or anyone who will listen that I am a freak of nature (which is kind of true in a way, but double wtf anyway).

The bigger joke is that I totally had no idea that people could be so sensitive (to current issues hurhurhur, read the papers much?) to things, and automatically come to conclusions that everything in this very world revolves around them, ho hum pig's bum.

I don't make it a point to hide what I feel, if I don't like some things I'll say I don't like 'em, and I usually don't give a flying fuck as to whether other people like/obsess about/are slaves to what I loathe.

And so it got me wondering. If I publicly detest things like Louis Vuitton, Jolin Tsai and Rainie Yang, that makes me a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad person. Oh I never knew that it was against the law to dislike things boohooohooo. T_____________________________T

The funny thing is that I had absolutely no idea until this afternoon (oh god why am I such a dumb blonde!), and the very knowledge of this joke made me want to laugh out loud so bad, I had to staple my mouth shut with my colleague's heavy duty stapler.

ALL TOGETHER NOW, I AM A BAD PERSON, PLEASE STOP BEING FRIENDS WITH ME, DON'T TALK TO ME BECAUSE I AM EVIL AND IT IS CONTAGIOUS. PLEASE SUBMIT MY NAME AND MY PHOTO TO FAILBLOG BECAUSE I AM AN EPIC FAIL OF A NICE PERSON.

You have been warned, now keep your distance or I will burn every single thing you have which costs over RM10, because I 'cannot stand expensive things, I am an el cheapo'.

Oooooooooooooeee boy am I feeling uncharacteristically bitchy today.

/jovial

For want of better PS skills

2009-08-07T09:27:00.007+08:00

/bitch fit

I am going through my graduation e-album as we speak (well technically we're not speaking exactly but aiyah don't care lah), and I am shocked, no, horrified at the Photoshop skills that these 'experts' have, because..

Say hello to my grandmother from the future

Why is my face so pinched?
Why are my eyes placed so far apart?
Why are my eyes so fucking small?
Why do I look like I am fucking 60 years old?

TBB's photo isn't that bad at first glance, but then

Why is his nose twice the size of his real nose?
Why are his eyes also placed so far apart (one in Australia, one in India wtf)?
Why does his face look equally pinched?
Why does he look like he has his face covered in wax?

I could definitely do a better job and then some even with my paltry PS skills, no offense, because this 'touch up', as it is 'rightfully' called, is really, really bad. If you think mine is fugly, this ' PS expert' went overboard with the Liquify tool and warped some of my classmates' photos, so they have two misshapen eyes, on different sides of the face.

I honestly don't think the original photos are this fugly, having been taken by my friend's boyfriend who works at uni, and he was really nice and super patient and let me take an extra one.

But I honestly think that the person editing the photos needs to be fired/fried (in oil).

On normal days, when I am not disguising myself as a 60-year old graduate who underwent really bad plastic surgery, I usually look like this, only not so hiao lah pose for photo only what everyday so hiao for what:

/end of bitch fit

TODAY!

2009-08-05T11:21:00.002+08:00

TODAY

I am attending an event whooooooooooooot

TODAY

I got pissed off by someone's FB photos because he think it's cool to have a non-Malaysian girlfriend and show her off

TODAY

I drove to work and parked in a parking lot for the first time on my own

TODAY

I am wearing a pair of skinnies that don't have to be shortened

TODAY

I wanted to use my new Chanel-inspired bad but didn't because I was afraid I would get it dirty (it's white)

TODAY

I wanted to wear wedges but thank god I didn't

TODAY

I miss my friends

TODAY

is a Wednesday so happy Wednesday everyone!

That has got to be the most boring post ever. EVER.

Corporate slave 101

2009-08-03T17:53:00.001+08:00

After much observation, I have come to the conclusion that

It is very hard to find a job that:

You really, really like
Is very near your house/is convenient
You are good at
Pays fucking well

Mine doesn't have all 4 categories, but I'm pretty happy with the way things are right now. I'm chasing my dream.

:D

O hai i am fug

2009-07-24T02:07:00.004+08:00

Have you ever gotten the feeling where you look at someone and instantly hate him/her because of how he/she looks?

I have.

Many times.

There is this girl (who is a friend of a friend) on FB, and whenever I see her face I have this biting urge to reach out and slap her silly, but obviously I can't because I can't reach into the computer screen and drag her out >___>

I don't know her personally, but the way she replies status messages, and the way she captions her photos (pretty girl bla bla bla with excessive usage of ~~~~~~~~~~) is extremely annoying, and it makes me want to shake her so hard that her oversized head detaches itself from her body.

It doesn't help that I already don't like my existing FB friend to start off with (I don't like a lot of people, but in the end other people also end up not liking them for the same reason, they just take a longer time to realize it), so it makes me dislike her more (guilt by association).

She is one fucking scary looking chick. Yeah I'm cruel to insult her yadda yadda yadda but I really don't like righteous retards who think that they own the entire fucking universe and expect it to turn in the direction they want it to, so there.

p/s: I also don't like people who update their FB status every 1.3572 seconds because they feel that the entire world should know about what they are eating/doing. Aiyah if you want to get something done then just get it fucking done and over with AND THEN post it on FB lah, not contemplate out loud on FB for one million days and force everyone to go through your mental turmoil with you and pretend to want their sincere opinion(s) when you've already made up your mind ages ago.

p/p/s: I also don't like people who write articles/essays/wotsits and deliberately slot in big words in place of normal, seemingly 'mundane' words so that they seem more impressive and 'well-read'. It's just so desperate, like 'OH LOOK AT ME I WANT TO SHOW YOU THAT I CAN SPELL AND WRITE IN ENGLISH, I WANT TO SHOW YOU I KNOW WHAT PLETHORA MEANS WOOHOO PICK ME PICK ME I WANT TO GROVEL AY YOUR FEET AND BE YOUR SLAVE'.

For example:
I unquestionably scunner you, I contemplate that you are a sluggish human being.

Wouldn't it be much easier if you just said:
I really fucking dislike you, and I think that you are a stupid fucker.

Straight to the point, and so clear-cut.
Makes things much more convenient, eh?

For the last goddamn time, I don't understand why some people like to put on hats that are too big for their head. YES I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF HAIR ON YOUR HEAD, BUT THE SIZE OF YOUR HAIR IS NOT THE SIZE OF YOUR HEAD OK SO PLEASE GET A HAT THAT FITS YOUR STUPID RETARDED HEAD FOR F'S SAKE.

My humble point of view is: stop acting like someone you're not, because even if you delude yourself enough to believe that your facade (how do you type the c with a comma underneath it) is real, you won't be able to fool the rest of the world. We see through you like how we see through a lady's white shirt under UV light (and see that she's wearing a bra with sunflowers printed on the boobs).

It's that obvious.

Oh and by the way, have a Domokun to lighten up the mood.

Feels better, doesn't it?

2009-07-21T23:40:00.005+08:00

I recently invested my money in a considerable amount of things (like skincare and multifunctional clothes - for work and play)

Etude House is having a sale (20% off makeup, 30% off skincare, 40% off accessories, and 50% off selected items like lipsticks and brow shadows), and you just don't turn down such a good offer.

I got 2 different types of moisturizing masks:

Milk Tea Moisturizing Mousse Pack, RM35.90 (but RM 27+ after discount)

I bought this because of its texture, so cottony smooth and puffy (like hair mousse). And it smells heavenly, like baby powder and milk (doesn't smell anything like tea though). I don't know how moisturizing it is, because I've only used it once, but it didn't aggravate my skin so I'm pretty happy.

Moistfull 3-in-1 Massage Mask, RM29.90 (RM20+ after discount)

I got this simply because it was cheap, and it's a 3-way mask (I'm obsessed with masks). You either use it as a massage cream, as a rinse-off mask, or as a sleeping mask (leave it on for the whole night and wash it off in the morning). I used it as a sleeping mask and my face was considerably smoother in the morning, but it was a bit sticky upon application at night. Then I tried it as a rinse-off mask, which gave quite satisfactory results too. It comes in a very big tub (180ml), value for money.

I also got this white-coloured cream based eyeshadow to use as a highlighter around my eyes and wherever necessary (because my cousin's friend works at a bridal shop and has the nicest makeup ever - radiant and glowing - and she said she uses a highlighter) for RM8 (normal price RM9.90) and it works, in a very subtle way. It makes me look more awake, teehee.

Moving on.

Bought a French Connection abstract print tube dress at the warehouse sale at One Utama for RM15 (so effing cheap), and another top for RM5 which I plan to salvage because the straps are a bit wonky already.

I just realized that I don't have a stupid blazer/jacket for my convocation, and I haven't gotten my black slacks altered yet.

>_________________>

Maybelline New York Simply Fabulous Reality Contest

2009-07-20T16:22:00.008+08:00

The first makeup product I ever owned was a Maybelline New York lipgloss, back in the days when young people my age (then 14, I'm so old now T__T) still didn't have much makeup on except for the occasional lipgloss or coloured eyeshadow (applied wrongly to accentuate all the wrong features btw).

Times sure have changed. I'm not saying that makeup is a must in every girl's life (some girls are just born so lucky to have great skin and modelesque features), but it's definitely changed how I look hurhurhurhur. In a way it kind of changed my life. With the right type of makeup (ahem) I can transform myself (the eyes AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the misshapen, irregularly-sized eyes) into someone different, however and whenever I want to.

Now Maybelline New York is giving you a chance to transform your own life. You meaning Malaysian girls (GIRLS ONLY OK) aged between 18 to 30 years old, which is practically anyone actually.

SIMPLY FABULOUS is Maybelline's first ever online reality show where one simply fabulous girl gets to live out her dream (any dream!! But of course realistic ones lah not like 'oh I want to become the next Malaysian Jolin Tsai and look exactly like her'). The best thing about SIMPLY FABULOUS is that it's broadcasted online every day for a span of 23 days (whoooot for lazy people who don't have a TV and are physically/mentally/emotionally attached to the Internet - like me).

Contests just aren't contests without fab prizes >_> and so.

Miss SIMPLY FABULOUS gets RM10,000 to fulfill her dream, plus a trip to the motherland of Maybelline New York (NYC!!! Big Apple here we come!), and other goodies too, which is worth a total of a whopping RM50k. The winner even gets to be a part of the New York Fashion Week, what more could a girl ask for, seriously.

How to enter and kick some major @$$:
1. As Tyra Banks would say, strike a 'fiercee pose'

2. You need a full length photo

3. And a close-up one of your face

4. Upload your fierceness at www.8tv.com.my/simplyfabulous and get ready to wow the world with your presence (should you be selected as one of the 10 finalists hurhurhur)

In my humble opinion I think it would be wise to remove all unnecessary facial/body hair before you actually have your photos taken, ahem ahem.

Or you could visit these Maybelline roadshows anytime between 10am to 4pm and sign up there (and get a free makeover too):

13 July 2009 - Dewan Perdana Siswa, Universiti Malaya, Petaling Jaya

14 July 2009 - Cafeteria, Universiti Putra Malaysia, Serdang

15 July 2009 - Pusanika, Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia, Bangi

16 July 2009 - Faculty of Mass Media , Universiti Teknologi MARA, Shah Alam

20 July 2009 - Block A, HELP University College, Kuala Lumpur

21 July 2009 - Car Park, Taylor’s University College, Subang Jaya

22 July 2009 - Sunway University College, Bandar Sunway

23 July 2009 - SEGI University College, Kota Damansara

Registration ends 26th July, chop chop!!!

Join their FB group here.

I am dying

2009-07-16T23:02:00.003+08:00

Today my right knee gave out on me T________T

I was at Watson's about to show my cousin some really interesting hair product. I bent down to pick it up from the shelf, and my knee just gave way T___________T

I felt my kneecap twist inside, like how you twist the bones of a chicken leg to remove the drumstick from the thigh. The weird thing was as it was happening I was thinking mentally, 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS WHY IS MY KNEE SO PAINFULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL'

The next thing I know I'm on the floor writhing in pain and my leg is having a trembling fit of its own.

I seriously thought I was going to die.

I was on the floor for a few minutes before I was able to get up wuwuwuwuwu T________T

But I spent the remainder of the day at Mid Valley, window shopping like any normal person who just sprained her knee and had to walk with a limp. Bought a really pretty dress and some basic black/white tops for work hurhurhurhurhur.

It was only after we finished watching Obsessed that my knee started acting like a bitch and I had to ask Andy Lau to send me to the 24-hour clinic at Paramount, and paid Rm60 for 10 minutes of consultation plus 3 types of meds.

It is now 1.05 am, and I am seriously contemplating how I am going to One Utama tomorrow, with this cacat leg and all. I wouldn't mind being pushed in a wheelchair, have to ask my cousin if she would be willing to push me >_>

I am dying T________________T

On the Skybus.

2009-07-15T01:32:00.002+08:00

While on the plane back to KL:

I saw an uncle sitting across the aisle, nodding his head with his eyes closed. I thought to myself, 'wow this guy sure sleeps weird'.

Seconds later I turned around and he was shaking his head from side to side.

>_>

Talk about using his free time to do some exercise.

AND THEN he started talking on the phone the minute the plane touched down, inside the plane.

When I got on the Skybus I was lucky enough to sit next to him (the only seat left).

Well at least Exercise Man is better than the stinky guy my cousin got. I'm surprised she didn't die of suffocation halfway through.

I tucked my purse safely in the warm confines of my armpit throughout the journey for fear of having it stolen by Exercise Man.

Never, ever trust a person who uses his phone on a plane.

I am such a boring person (again)

2009-07-12T19:24:00.005+08:00

Stole this off my cousin's FB note, because I am fasting tonight (ate too much for lunch and feel really crappy now).

Like all memes, it requires you to 'SAY EXACTLY WHATS ON YOUR MIND & DON'T CHANGE IT'.

1. You & your ex - probably hate each other.
2. What are you listening to - nothing in particular. Just the fan whirring in the background.
3. Maybe I should - change my clothes and remove my makeup.
5. I don't understand - why my eyes are different sized.
6. I have lost my respect for - dumfucks who don't appreciate your friendship and con your money instead.
7. I last ate – ice cream omnomnomnomnom.

IS YOUR/ARE YOU:
1. Is your hair wet? - no but I haven't washed it yet.
2. Is your cell phone right by you? - yes. stupid laggy handphone.
3. Do you miss someone? - hooohooo wouldn't you like to know.
4. Are you wearing chap stick? - aiya very lazy, lost it in TBB's car.
5. Are you tired? - yes but I can't stop going online.
6. Are you wearing pajamas? - not yet so early nia.
7. Are you mad? - I would say no, but obviously a lot of people think otherwise.

MORE QUESTIONS
Are you shy?
Only when I'm around strangers. REALLY!

Could things possibly get any better?
I hope so.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?
No I hardly wake up in the middle of the night.

Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today?
:-#

Do you ever crack your knuckles/ back/ ankles/ wrists/ etc?
Yes and it feels soooooooo fucking good.

Could you date someone taller than you?
Anyone shorter would be a midget.

Do you need to say anything to someone?
Yes. But I don't know how.

Honestly, does your crush like you back?
BOOHOOOOO NOBODY LIKES ME.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?
Yeah Hugh Jackman.

Do you wear glasses?
One with yellow frames and red sides and no lenses.

Lyrics from the song you're listening to?
I hate listening to songs when I'm writing because it fries my brain.

Did you go outside for more than 30 minutes today?
Hurhurhur maybe you should ask me if I stayed home for 30 minutes today.

Honestly, what's running through your mind?
How to pack my things and manage to lug them all the way back to KL on Tuesday.

Have you ever asked a girl for advice?
Duh.

Ever kissed under water?
Eeeeeeeeeee what is a kiss I don't know!!

When was the last time you were told you were cute?
:-# does it count if you bodily force someone to say so

How late did you stay up last night?
3.30am

Do you think boys truly understand girls?
No but they like to think that they do.

What is one word you seem to always misspell that you know you shouldn't?
Ocassion. Occasion. I can never spell it right on the first try.

What was the last movie you watched?
Transformers 2 MEGAN FOX WHOOT

Last song played more than three times?
All the songs on Hitz.fm which are on permanent repeat and rotate.

Last person to fall asleep with?
I sleep with 3 other people :D

Ever skip class?
HAHAHAHAAHAH cannot tell you this later my mother knows.

What color is your room?
A bright sunny yellow.

Who'd you have lunch with?
My cousin and her friends. Buffet omnomnomnom.

Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating?
CANNOT TELL YOU THIS ALSO LATER MY MOTHER KNOWS

Are you ticklish?
Very, but it would be a disadvantage to my safety if I told you.

Does your ex have a job?
Yes and he likes to rub it in my face.

How many piercings do you have?
2 but I think they're nonfunctional anymore.

Do you want any tattoos?
Fucking yes T____T

Will you cry at your wedding?
I don't even know if anyone will marry me.

Are you wearing any clothes that don’t belong to you?
Yes I love clothes that don't belong to be because that means I get them for freeeeeeeeeeeeee.

What are your plans for the weekend?
Today is a weekend. Tomorrow is not. And I don't have plans for today. =(

You have to get a facial piercing, what do you get?
Nose gua.

Do you have a little sister?
No but I have a n00b brother.

Do you like Taylor Swift?
I admire her talent.

Last time you were heart broken?
When I found out Hugh Jackman's wife is so old.

Do you sleep with the door open or closed?
Closed, I like to sleep naked wtf no lah I am afraid of ghosts.

Have you ever dated a soccer player?
No, I'm afraid he might kick me to death.

Do you hope your children are like you one day?
No, I am a very bad person.

Do you take walks often?
At the mall.

Needles aren't so horrible?
Not when they're poked into the person you hate. :D

Do you like meeting new people?
Yes, but only if they're nice to me.

Would you rather have long or short hair?
Long and curly and slutty.

Favorite book that was made into a movie?'
Marley and Me. Dogs are love.

Do you like tattoos and piercings?
I like the former more.

What would you do if the door bell rang and it was Lil' Wayne?
Close the door in his face.

Maggi PWNs Jolin

2009-07-11T20:00:00.004+08:00

Some of the best things ever created by mankind:

Maggi Tomato Ketchup

The Kikkoman video

Domokun

and

The Tarako ads.

Some of the worst things ever created by mankind:

Chihuahuas

Louis Vuitton

and

Jolin Tsai

>:(

2009-07-11T16:13:00.004+08:00

I am a very angsty person, as if you don't know already.
There are things that I don't like proclaiming to the world. Like my personal life. It is called my personal life for a very obvious reason.
I don't feel the need to spam people with the fact that I am in a relationship that makes me happy and I am perfectly satisfied with the way things are.
Neither do I feel the pressing need to try and explain what I do because I don't need to convince myself that what I do is right/wrong.
Just because I go out at night (and I like doing so), it does not make me a bad person. It does not make me any less different than the person I already am.
There are a lot of holier-than-thou hypocrites who think that they know me better than I know myself. I am allegedly a party animal. Oh wow isn't it wonderful to know things about yourself that you never knew before this.
I don't like it when people say things about me that aren't even remotely true. It makes me angry and sad and disappointed.
Just because I (occasionally) like to write cryptically, sometimes I just do it for my own amusement because I don't like people to guess what I'm thinking.
I like to do my own thinking, because I don't believe in having my own life mapped out for me by someone else.
I don't like to talk when I'm in an ugly mood. I prefer to mull things over in my head until I come to terms with whatever is bugging me.
A person, however jovial, does not have 365 happy days in a year. Nor are there 24 happy hours in a day, or 7 happy days in a week.

THE END.

POTY

2009-07-10T01:30:00.002+08:00

Party of the year ftw!!!!!!

This is the happiest I've been for a very long time.

My top nice or not!!! RM10 only!!! /smug

**************

There are things that you're not able to tell the world, because there simply isn't anyone you can tell. Nobody understands, and nobody will listen.

I stare into nothingness with an aching heart that feels like it's being ripped apart and set on fire.
I wish I could change things so that it wouldn't have to be this hard.
I dread going back to an empty house, because my voice echoes off the walls.
I hate having nobody to talk to, having nobody to eat meals with.
I feel myself suffocate with every breath I take.
I feel myself dying inside with every passing second.

I don't know what to do anymore.

stupid.

2009-07-08T12:03:00.002+08:00

Woke up to a scratchy, itchy sore throat, courtesy of Mr Daniel (and Coke), the gentleman who was with us yesterday night.

And a 2-minute phone call which all but knocked the breath out of me and made me thank The Creator for giving me what I've always, always wanted. I am still in a state of utter disbelief, as if it will all fall apart within seconds.

:D

*************************

DID YOU KNOW THAT A FUCKING SHISEIDO BA SNUBBED ME AT THE SPRING IN KUCHING MAHAI. SHE WAS THERE SERVING A FUCKING BORING LOOKING WOMAN AND I WAS STANDING THERE RIGHT NEXT TO THE WOMAN, LOOKING AT HER (THE BA) AND SHE ACTUALLY PROCEEDED TO IGNORE ME WHEN I REALLY WANTED TO BUY SOMETHING (LOST MY FUCKING BROW PENCIL). SHE FINALLY ASKED ME WHAT I WANTED AFTER 5 MINUTES OR SO, CIBAI PEPET HAI. >:(

SO ANGRY AH JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO WOULD USE YOUR PRODUCTS, DOES THAT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE RUDE WHEN YOU ARE A MERELY A FUCKING SALESPERSON?

I used to work as a BA for Shiseido too and that is definitely not the way to treat customers, your moronic retard.

*************************

There is a very distinct difference between looking stupid and actually being stupid.

D:

i am a boring person

2009-07-08T01:45:00.003+08:00

Have you ever felt that you are able to tell what other people are thinking? To be able to feel what they're feeling inside?

I have.

Sometimes I look at a person and somehow I can identify with the emotions running through his/her head, without having him/her tell me.

I've felt a myriad of emotions, ranging from simmering annoyance to awkwardness, and it makes me feel spiritually closer to that person, even though I don't tell them that I feel what they're feeling inside.

I secretly like feeling this way.

I guess that makes me either very creepy or retarded.

Weirdness aside, we just had the awesomest birthday party ever. Well technically it wasn't my birthday (obviously), but it was the most fun I've had in a long time.

We had Mr Daniel (first name Jack) with Coke, HOHOHOHO DANNIE ARE YOU FUCKING JEALOUS OF ME.

You might have noticed that I haven't posted anything substantial in quite some time, because:

I am too busy (ahem)
I am too busy (ahem)
I am too busy (ahem)

enjoying my life as an unemployed person without any direction whatsoever in life.

My cousin, who is very funny/cute.

Fish and chips from Sharing Planet.

Vintage posters at a shop that sells awesome ma lat noodles.

And that, my friends, is the end of my boring existence.

mar lene la u

2009-07-07T17:11:00.003+08:00

Happy birthday Marlene!!!

We've been cousins for 22 years and this is the only time I've been here during your birthday.

T________________________________T

Saturday night at Rush (ahem ahem).

SEE YOU AT THE PARTY TONIGHT!

BCF (best cousins forever) WHOOOOOOOOOOT.

FACEBOOK IS STUPID

2009-07-06T01:30:00.001+08:00

I BELIEVE THAT A PERSON IS ENTITLED TO SOME EXTENT OF PRIVACY ON FACEBOOK.
I ALSO BELIEVE THAT FACEBOOK SHOULD BE USED MODERATELY BY PEOPLE WHO KNOW EACH OTHER.
YOU ARE ALLOWED TO USE FACEBOOK TO SPY ON PEOPLE, THAT IS THE GENERAL (UNSAID) IDEA.
BUT PLEASE BE VERY DISCREET ABOUT IT AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO PROVIDE FREE ADVERTISING.
FACEBOOK IS A PERSONAL THING, HOWEVER PUBLIC IT MIGHT BE.
YOU ARE FREE TO PERUSE THROUGH THE PAGES OF OUR PROFILES AS YOU SEE FIT, BUT PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THAT KNOWLEDGE AND USE IT AGAINST US.

THE END.

2009-07-05T13:04:00.001+08:00

Blisters on my feet

Cigarette scented hair

So comforting

2009-07-01T23:26:00.002+08:00

I applied a clay mask on my face, not knowing that it was a peel-off mask.

When I tore it off I just about ripped off all my facial hair.

This kinda sucks.

WHY AM I SO STUPID.

But to be fair the label was in Japanese.

Blablabla very sien ah nothing to write about.

Iron Woman

2009-06-28T14:39:00.003+08:00

LAO NIANG CLOCKED 4.2 KMS AT THE GYM YESTERDAY LEH MAI SIAO SIAO.

2.2 on the treadmill and another 2 on the bicycle!

Usually it would take me a week to walk that distance hurhurhur.

And I sweated like a pig mahai because I haven't exercised for almost a year.

I AM INVINCIBLE.

愈慢愈美麗 wtf

2009-06-26T00:11:00.006+08:00

Princess RiRi's - if you don't know who she is then shame on you - new song (actually I'm not really sure if it's new, but since it's always on Hitz.fm, that should mean that it's fairly new right) Hatin' On The Club has some lyrics that go:

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

I googled the lyrics and there are actually 40 Oh-s, as illustrated by the sample below (from HERE)

Ohhh
You got me hatin on the club coz you took my love ohhh you took my lovee ohhh,
Ohhhh
You got me hatin on the club
You took my love
Why'd you have to take my love ohhh
Ohhhhh(x40)

Wow. Here I am, writing such a constructive post about how many Oh-s there are in a song.

MAHAI I WATCHED JOLIN TSAI'S NEW VIDEO FOR 愈慢愈美麗 AND GUESS WHAT? The credits for the songwriter is an Angmoh (no surprises there), again, just like for her dumb song Real Man *click* . Seriously, Google is the ultimate spy, you just have to know the right words to type.

Here's the ORIGINAL song, Det Gör Ont by Lena Philipsson, in Swedish. She also sang it in English, which is called 'It Hurts'. Can you actually believe that she's 43 years old mahai still so hot T_____________T

This is the cibai copycat Mandarin version by a plastic version of Ayumi Hamasaki, only fuglier and minus any personal identity.

You would think that she would have some sense to change the music arrangement to make it seem less obvious that all her songs are copied from Angmohs, but nooooooooooooooo she just has to use an identical music arrangement so that she lives up to her online moniker, the Queen of Copycats.

MAHEI I don't even understand why she has such an extensive fanbase. But you've gotta give her credit for knowing how to fully exploit other people's work and somehow managing to con so many dimwits to worship the ground she steps on (welcome to the club, sucker).

I actually wanted to make a list of all the song's she's shamelessly copied, but then I lost count.

I can safely say that I already know who's getting the title of Copycat of the Year.

Small photo, to minimize the shock of looking at a fugly face.

.

2009-06-25T11:57:00.003+08:00

Sometimes life throws a curveball at you when your guard is down.

It's up to you to catch that fucking curveball which is about to hit you in the face in 0.2 seconds, and lob it at hard as you can at the idiot you dislike, who (by sheer luck and coincidence) is standing right next to you.

I think I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It's the best way to ~~spy on~~ keep in touch with people, but sometimes it pisses me off for some reason that I can't seem to explain.

But then again I'm perfectly happy with what I've got now. :)

I don't know how to be mushy, but you get the drift.

attention whore

2009-06-23T21:29:00.004+08:00

The things people do for just a bit of extra attention.

Pretend to be your best buddy when in fact you're not even close at all, and proceed to latch onto your arm like a barnacle so that you can take photographs together and act all chummy for the camera. And proceed to ignore you the next time you bump into each other because you are of no use to them anymore.
Make sure that their face is plastered on every single nightlife magazine imaginable. This can usually be accomplished by attending every event there is on the face of the earth, and doing retarded things like camwhoring in front of the backdrop of said event.
Name-drop in front of famous (please note that the level of fame is very subjective here) people so that they think you are buddies with the other famous (also very subjective) person, and hope fervently that they automatically associate you with the famous person and treat you like a friend. 'O hai I am Paris Hilton's great-grandfather's twice removed cousin's godbrother's stepsister's great-grandchild, nice to meet you! /expectant'.
Always, always, always act like the victim in any given situation so that people feel sorry for them. Works like a charm every single time. Behave stupidly and wallow in self-pity until an unassuming idiot comes along to sympathize, and move in for the kill. Continue to wallow in self-pity until that unassuming idiot is completely brainwashed into believing whatever he/she hears.
Pretend to look tiny and waif-like when in fact one is as big as a mammoth (ahem!!!) and tries to hide that fact by hunching down when having her photos taken, and proceeds to remove Facebook tags of her that show her in very unflattering poses which showcase her behemoth proportions.
Act like a brainless bimbo ala Jessica Simpson (who cannot tell fish from chicken, mahai), and widely advertise the fact that one is not skilled at all in the culinary department, which in my humble opinion, is a disgrace and not an advantage. This trait is usually accompanied by an irritating 'act cute' disposition.
Argue over everything under the sun just for the sake of arguing, without any constructive ideas. This usually comes with a lot of bullheaded crap that nobody can understand at all, and often leaves everyone utterly pissed off and confused. For no apparent reason at all.
Say that you are his friend, and then proceed to step all over you by saying that you are one fucking rude person because of the way you speak/type. Conveniently forgets all the times you've helped him to reconcile with the love of his life because you say words like 'mahai' and 'cibai' and he doesn't (righteous prick). Tries to convert you into a nun clone by hinting that the clothing choices you make are quite revealing and that you should dress more conservatively (EH MAHAI ANY MORE CONSERVATIVELY THAN I MIGHT AS WELL WRAP MYSELF FROM HEAD TO TOE WITH TOILET TISSUE).

Random question: If I lie on my stomach on the floor for 2 weeks (5 hours per day), will my boobs become flatter from all the pressure I'm subjecting to them?

Insert interesting title

2009-06-21T22:41:00.005+08:00

There's something particularly endearing about children because they say and do the funniest things possible. I love being around kids, provided that they don't act or look exceptionally annoying, because I can't stand annoying, whiny kids with shrill voices who cannot seem to keep quiet or stop moving for 1 millisecond.

When a child likes you enough to let you hold his/her hand and play with him/her, that makes a much better gift than receiving an expensive thingumajig that you don't even need (like a stupid designer bag).

Hmph I would rather a kid like me than lug around a stupid bag.

My cousin brother's kids are the cutest ever T________________T

Somehow I like playing with children more than I like doing other things like watching TV or *insert some tedious, boring chore*. Does that mean I am only mentally 8 years old.

This week, I watched:

Ben 10
Spongebob Squarepants
Phineas (from Totally Spies) and some 3 weird spy kids spin-off show,
Some really strange cartoon with Japanese manga-looking characters
The Simpsons (damn funny hahahahaha)
Camp Rock
E! news muahahahaha

because it's what my cousin watches. A lot of kids like Ben 10 hor. My niece and nephew can somehow memorize all the alien's names from Ben 10 and Alien Force (which according to her is a cartoon which has an adult Ben in it). I don't know how they do that.

When I was a kid all I did was read story books like 'Peter and Jane' which basically went:

This is Peter.

This is Jane.

This is Peter and Jane.

This is Pat. >> their dog

This is Peter and Jane and Pat.

Speaking of which, here are some really, really backdated photos.

I used to look like a boy when I was younger.

And I had my share of really bad hair days.

I bet I could pass this off as a photo of my baby brother, because I think it looks nothing like me at all.

My father very thin hor last time hor. But recently he's lost quite a bit of weight and he gloats about it all the time. Like we'll be eating supper and he'll rub his nonexistent belly and complain that he has too much skin around where his laughing buddha belly used to be. Mocking me in the face D:

*insert really interesting caption about my very hiao pose (some people spell it POST, LOOK AT MY POST WTF) here*

oo look at my post (eh I meant pose)! -___-

I have since found a new game worth living for on Facebook, called Firework Columns. Bye bye, Biotronics!

blablablabla i talk too much

2009-06-20T11:39:00.002+08:00

Lookeee what I bought!!!! Really funny jelly shoes!!! They're transparent neon yellow with glitter, and the base is multicoloured!!!! The best part is that it's unbranded hoohoohoo and only cost me RM16. My legs look very fair + thin, but I swear it's the lighting and the angle.

I AM PREPARED TO THROW COMFORT AWAY JUST FOR THE SAKE OF VANITY.

The good thing about jelly shoes is that you can always alter the shoes so that they fit you (I did that here), or cut away anything that you don't want. I removed the excess plastic jutting out from the back of the shoes with a nail clipper, easier than using scissors. When I get tired of the ankle straps (not exactly a breeze to put on, these shoes), I'll just snip them off.

I also saw jelly gladiator sandals at the same shop, but in less appealing colours (looks exactly like the topshop ones but sadly they're translucent and not in solid neon colours). I thought of getting them, but I don't even like gladiators. But they were really comfy and cheap (RM18).

I also got this chiffon gingham hair tie thingum for RM3.90, to add to my existing collection. I had a really nice giant white rose hairclip which I loved, but I lost it after watching Star Trek, mahai very sad ah. T____T

A very small part of my collection of hair thingums, except for the yellow glasses. CANNOT BRING ALL ON HOLIDAY WHAT YOU THINK I AM MOVING HOUSE MEH.

Made cacat sushi for lunch yesterday. All the filling stuck to one side =(

WOI TBB MAKE FOR ME LEH I WANT TO EAT EH I WANT TEMAKI OK.

T__________________________T

Sportsman of the year

2009-06-19T19:37:00.001+08:00

Yesterday I was in the car with my aunt, and she asked me what type of sports I play.

‘Huh? Sports? What sports?’

I almost never play sports.

Scratch that.

I never ever play sports.

I am not a fan of anything that requires me to move more than I should, and makes me sweat excessively.

Oh well except for the short stint as a state shooter back when I was in high school (which allowed me to skip extra curricular activities at school + skip horrible school + meet hot guys at the competitions – but none took interest in me, cibai hate them all), I’ve never done any other type of sports.

I spent my Pendidikan Jasmani classes pretending to have my period (VERY effective!!), or conjuring up some fake disease like a headache/stomachache/eye pain/twisted ankle. The only sport I had a mild interest in doing was stretching exercises.

I hated all the other games like basketball/netball/volleyball, because I’m not very adept at maneuvering my body around obstacles (other players), I absolutely hate losing and I quote Anderson Cooper on the Kelly Ripa Show, ‘I don’t like doing exercise that draws attention to me’. I don’t like doing things that I’m not good at, and I am a fucking sports n00b.

I am also very bad at coordinating my body, which means I always get bruises and scratches that I know nothing about, and only realize that I have them after a few days. TBB says that I am like a baby octopus (the seasoned red type with a very big head) because I always hurt myself unknowingly. My friend Issac says that I resemble a giant lump of very soft pork, and especially likes to roll my arm in between his hands because it feels exactly like marinating a piece of meat.

I don’t know what the point of this entry is, I guess I just wanted to tell you that it’s okay to be a klutz who would rather spend hours lying on the bed, reading a book, and then spend the next few hours lying on the same bed, watching television or going online.

Although sometimes I do wish that I had more willpower to do some exercise so that I could lose some weight.

T______________T

Marley and Me and the hot hot sun

2009-06-19T14:36:00.003+08:00

The weather is positively scorching here. It's so hot I just don't feel like moving around much. I wanted to post some photos from my phone (bought some really funny-looking jelly shoes last night at Kenyalang, which is like the place to buy pirated DVDs) but it's upstairs, so far away.

Thank god for internet.

Aiyah my life very ordinary one, nothing new to tell you.

(filler photo wtf)

I watched (the movie) and read (the novel) Marley and Me yesterday and it was really good, although I admit that the book wins hands down because John Grogan described Marley so perfectly that no camera could ever capture Marley's true essence as a crazy, loping, psychotic dog.

The book was just awesome, a very lighthearted, funny read, definitely one for dog lovers because it puts a smile on your face and the ending (when Marley died) tugs at your heart.

Back to devoting the rest of my afternoon to Biotronic.

Hello Catland

2009-06-17T15:27:00.004+08:00

Didn't your mother tell you that it's not nice to be rude? Tsk tsk tsk you should take a crash course in Communicating with People from Planet Earth. You're a nice person (I suppose), but over the years I've never actually seen anything appealing about you. Maybe there's a problem with the way I think, but if other people agree with me then you might just want to try reevaluating yourself. Not everything goes the way you want it to, sista.

Really good ways to fill in the blanks at home. Cooking is therapeutic, especially when you imagine the face of the person you dislike on the head of lettuce you're cutting, or on the bottom of the pan. Sooooooooo relaxing :D

Salad with italian dressing and fried calamari

Custard tarts with whipped cream

Lemon meringue pie (ROXXXXXXX!!!! and so easy to make!!!). I had 3 slices in a day hurhurhur.

I have left Treeland and I am now at Catland. AND THERE IS INTERNET HERE YAY. I spent 90% of the time on the plane (on both flights) sleeping, hoohoo. And also daydreaming about nonsensical things, like:

I want to be a pilot.

LV Gucci Coach Burberry Prada Chanel

2009-06-15T01:54:00.004+08:00

I still don’t understand why some people are so obsessed with brand names and designer goods. I suppose it’s okay if someone is rich and can afford it as we (normal non-filthy rich people) could afford to buy a RM30 bag or RM15 top. It matches the whole ‘look at me I’m rich’ persona if they wear clothes/shoes/accessories that are equally expensive and branded.

But what I don’t understand is why someone would flaunt a designer item, but not have the looks/personality/dress sense to carry it off.

A designer item is meant to complement the personality of the wearer (is there such a word but I’m too lazy to check), not overshadow the person into nothingness.

A designer item is meant to elevate the status of the person wearing it, not make others wonder if that particular item is fake or genuine because it doesn’t match the wearer.

A designer item is meant to blend in with the outfit of a person so that it completes the entire look, not stand out so much that the person might as well wear an all-black ensemble in order to flaunt the bag even more.

A designer item is meant to be subtle in every way, not shout ‘LOOK AT ME I AM USING A DESIGNER BAG WOOO HOOOOO’.

Why can’t people seem to understand the very simple logic behind designer items.

RIP D'lish

2009-06-15T01:31:00.003+08:00

I used to go to D’lish a lot during my internship days. I’d get off work later and arrive in PJ around 8pm, and meet TBB at the LRT station. Then we’d go to Mid Valley for a cheap ‘atas food’ dinner at D’lish (50% off after 9pm). Two mains plus two desserts would only cost about RM10 per person, and the portions were very generous. Sometimes we had to bring one dessert home because we were too full.

Our favourite dessert was the double chocolate marshmallow cupcake, which was served warm so that the chocolate topping was all runny and gooey, and the half-melted marshmallows stuck to the roof of your mouth in a very comforting way.

I never actually got around to trying everything on the menu because I would often pick the one I liked the most (having tried some that I didn’t really like, like the duck confit pasta, yuggghhh), which was usually the peking duck wrap or the wild mushroom spaghetti.

And because I am cheap, I only asked for iced water, which was free (I usually do that because I cannot bring myself to fork out more than RM5 for a measly drink when I could add a few dollars more and get myself a better deal like a main course or something).

BUT NOW THERE IS NO MORE D’LISH AT MID VALLEY.

Actually it’s been gone for a very (very very very) long time, and it’s been replaced by its upscale sister, Delicious, which serves quite delicious food (I’ve only been there fucking once) but not at a very affordable price because no my father does not print money, and neither does money fall from the sky like it rightfully should.

I guess D’lish wasn’t that profitable huh. Did you know that they actually threw away the leftovers (maybe except for the desserts) before they closed every day? GIVE ME LAH THROW AWAY FOR WHAT I WANT TO EAT LEH.

But then again it’s gone now and I have been quite sad for some time now because there is no more good food at cheap prices. Every time I walk past Delicious at Mid Valley I can’t help wishing that I could still eat at D’lish after 9pm, like how you miss a hot ex-boyfriend who has died or something (but I wouldn’t know for sure if it feels the same, hurhur). I’ve never actually checked to see if the other D’lish at Bangsar is still there, I just assumed that they’d closed down both places.

If anyone knows where I can find this double chocolate marshmallow cupcake which tastes exactly like the one from D’lish can you please tell me and I promise I will be nice to you for a week.

I know, it's the same photo.

I am fucking hungry now and when you’re hungry it’s not a very good idea to go browsing through the photos in your laptop because it makes you go crazy.

987654321

2009-06-14T01:47:00.003+08:00

Brain freeze.

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Taiwanese skincare craze

2009-06-12T22:12:00.003+08:00

I’ve been in Treeland for 3 weeks now and I’ve only gone out with my friends ONCE, because I don’t have a lot of friends to start off with, and most of the time I’d rather stay home and look at my mother watch Korean dramas.

To say that she actually watches them would be lying, I suppose (ahem), because she usually falls asleep and sits there while the Korean actors and actresses get embroiled in some dramatic argument about whether they should marry each other and live in the same house.

AND it doesn’t help that there are about 150 episodes (and still counting), which means that they usually take up one episode arguing, and another trying to make up, and then after a few episode something else comes up and they’re at each other’s throats again.

I was looking at my old photos yesterday (from my Form 6 days etc etc) and for the love of God I looked positively fooking ugly T_______________T like I stuck my head in a blender and everything came out misshapen and deformed.

It is true that makeup is a life-saver, at least I don’t look shockingly grotesque like I used to. But if I don’t wear makeup it’s a different story, you wouldn’t be interested anyway.

Blablablabla my life is so boring.

I recently bought some masks from a girl on Lowyatnet (LYN), to add to my collection (really friendly seller and awesome service, my things arrived the next day, carefully wrapped, and even with a free gift!).

The Shiseido Black Mask is really good for removing blackheads (but it also removed a lot of my facial hair, which hurt quite a bit), better than stupid Biore pore packs or the RM5 peel-off mask I got from Daiso. I’ve seen people apply the peel-off mask on the entire face, but I think it would hurt like a bitch (when you peel it off), so I prefer to just use it on my nose and chin.

This Shills Foam Esthe Pack (with a shoddy English description of the product on the side of the box, which I don’t understand) is claimed to be the more affordable version of Beauty Talk’s Oxy Mask (SO expensive!), but to be honest it doesn’t produce as much foam as I expected. The smell is really refreshing, though, and it leaves my skin baby smooth after application. I used to have a rough patch of skin on my right cheek, but now it’s gone. I don’t know if it’s because of the Foam Esthe Pack or a combination of all the products I use, but there really are results so I’m quite satisfied overall.

Did you know that the Nv Ren Wo Zui Da shop at Mid Valley is selling this for RM69.90??? This is absurd, I got it for RM35.90 (promo price, usual price RM39)!!!!! Talk about ripping people off just because rental is expensive at Mid Valley and they just have to include the rental in the prices of their products!

ALL the products they’re selling at the shop don’t even cost that much, go do some research on the Internet and you’ll know. Their profit margin is unbelievably high, and I don’t think it’s ethical, because they’re spoiling the market by selling average consumer-level products for an exorbitant price, making people think that they’re high quality products. In Taiwan the Shills foam mask only costs about RM25 converted, you do the math.

I don’t mind paying RM10 extra for it because I don’t have any friends who study in Taiwan, and I’m not going to Taiwan anytime soon (or anytime ever because I am broke), but a price difference of RM45 is ridiculous.

I bought this Velcro hair holder thingy from Jusco for RM2.90 (RM1.80 on LYN), and the shop is selling it for a whopping RM39.90. Sasa is selling it for RM9.90, which is also expensive if you ask me.

I’ve done a general price comparison for almost all the products they have there, and I would say on average their profit is 150% for every product they sell. And people still buy from that shop like mad, I was there once and saw this lady buy 5 tubes of BB cream for over RM100 each when they easily cost less than RM50 on LYN. And don’t get me started on the eyeliners. RM2.50 on LYN, RM19.90 at Mid Valley?

Crazy, but true.

and again

2009-06-12T21:00:00.002+08:00

The previous header sort of annoyed me.

So.

But I look like I've got a purple eye.

hello

2009-06-11T12:56:00.001+08:00

about time this space needed a makeover.

Apple pies and vintage shirts.

2009-06-09T14:41:00.006+08:00

My mother and I made apple pies one morning. OK LAH I made a few of the first batch and then got tired of shaping the pondan dough (it crumbled every time I put too much pressure on it, gahh) and went off to prepare lunch.

Somehow when you bake things like pies/cakes/cookies you don’t really feel like eating them after that, I don’t know why. Prolonged exposure to the smell of the butter/dough, probably?

There has been a photo drought lately, because:

I have been too caught up watching older seasons of CSI Vegas (Gil Grissom’s glory days, way before Warrick Brown died and Sara Sidle left and Lawrence Fishburne (don’t know his character’s name in CSI) replaced Grissom, I am a fan of GG T____T please come back T_______T)
Some half-wit Streamyx technician fucked up the router settings and I cannot connect to the Internet on my laptop, BOOOO STREAMYX.
I haven’t been out much and mostly spend my days on earth at home looking like a sloth in house clothes with no makeup (naked face wtf). Not exactly something you would want to see considering the fact that I look really fug without makeup (really, really, really fug).
I am not a blogwhore btw.

To cheer you up, my loyal readers (of lack thereof), here are some photos of good ol’ me.

Wearing my aunt’s clothes (it’s called vintage, not OLD clothes, for the severely uninformed), because I don’t have money to buy new clothes and I secretly like vintage stuff (it’s not a secret now is it) because she doesn’t want them anymore and they’re still in pristine condition after more than 25 years.

HOW IS THAT EVEN HUMANLY POSSIBLE. I stash my unwanted out-of-fashion clothes in my cupboard and they go all yellow and spotty and horrid-smelling within what? 3 years?

And did I mention that I love the intricate lace detailing?

:D :D :D :D

Some photos I took out of sheer boredom while having my hair permed a few weeks ago. Very nice, but I don’t think I would ever look good in them, because:

I do not have the physical assets these models have
And I have the height of a semi-deformed midget.

Yay.

a list of things

2009-06-07T14:21:00.003+08:00

1. We (I like referring to myself as a collective group, it makes me feel better as a person because it seems like there are more people) recently got this tub of Laughing Cow cheese spread at Tesco for RM2.18 (expires the next day but what the hell anyway cheese is milk gone bad ,it can't possibly get any worse) and IT IS THE BOMB. Cheese spread + soda crackers = very good food.

2. I just realized that I got conned by someone I thought was my friend, ho hum. My biggest vice is probably buying skincare (and clothes and food) and I paid her a significant amount for some products, probably too signifcant since her sibling is selling the exact product for more than RM10 less. What a good friend, I am truly touched.

3. The stupid Streamyx technician(s) - since it's a different one everytime my father calls to ask why the connection is the shite - sort of fucked up the settings on our router AND desktop, so now we are back to using an ultra primitive modem with ONE PORT only. Which means that there is now only ONE computer with Internet, and IT IS NOT MINE. CIBAI STREAMYX (I think it is a conspiracy to cut their costs, give the customers sucky service and only upgrad it for awhile when they complain). Tomorrow I shall call in and complain about my router and ask them for a damn refund (which they will not give, cheh).

4. My plan for serious weight loss in Treeland is (sort of) going nowhere, I've hit a dead end. I weighed myself today and I am at a hefty 48 effing kilos now (3 years ago I was 41, T___T), but my boobs are considerably bigger than they used to be. BUT THEN AGAIN so is my stomach. What to do what to do.

5. I AM GOING TO KUCHING IN 10 DAYS.

6. I wonder if Bertie is still wondering about my job status/personal life/wotsit. He seems very sad about his final results, should I MSN him and send him words of condolences/encouragement.

fyi i work for god

2009-06-05T00:01:00.004+08:00

Recently someone I know has taken to asking TBB stupid random questions about me.

He is the most scheming bitch I know, but hohohohoho I am sorry I have one-upped you because I am bitchier than you, you returd.

Caught red-handed on MSN (don't remember exactly what he typed, but it's something along the lines of:)

Hi Koku (TBB)!

Eh wanna ask you, Michelle got job already or not?

Where is she working?

How is much her salary ah?

oooooooooooo wouldn't you want to know!

But I was using TBB's computer, ho hum pig's bum. YOUR LOSS.

What's with the sudden interest in my welfare? After more than 2 months of not being in contact with TBB, he suddenly messages him out of the blue, to fucking ask about my work status. And him and I, we're not exactly on speaking terms because he knows I dislike him and I think the feeling's mutual, even though he often likes to act like a wounded boar on Prozac to make people feel sorry for him. If he'd asked TBB about himself I would have understood, because they used to be in the same assignmen group and it's understandable if he cares about TBB, but ME? EFFIN' ME?

THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST, RO BE RT.

BUT I HAVE NO INTEREST WHATSOEVER IN TELLING YOU ABOUT MY LIFE, THANK YOU BUT NO THANK YOU.

If you're so interested in my life, why don't you effin' ask ME instead? E-mail me (address is on the sidebar) or give me a call, I'll be more than pleased to entertain your queries.

What is wrong with people these days?

/shakes head in disgust

Why oh why oh why

2009-06-03T16:13:00.003+08:00

Why is it that some people will deliberately post group photos where they look good and other people look fugly, AND say that the others look good except for himself/herself.

Why is it that some people do not have any variety of facial expressions or poses when it comes to taking photos because this is seriously getting a bit boring.

Why is it that some people would go to great lengths to cheat on their partner, but STILL manage to let the cat out of the bag.

Why is it that some people don't know how to control their emotions, and as a result piss everyone off.

Why is it that some people can dislike a person and bitch about him/her behind his/her back, but then act like they're best friends.

Why is it that I get annoyed by these people.

And why is it that I get annoyed at the most trivial matters in life.

Does this mean that these people are the most trivial matters in life?

My favourite things #2

2009-06-01T14:53:00.012+08:00

Makeup

Foundation: Maybelline Clear Smooth Aqua Gel Foundation, RM19.90 (got mine for RM10 at the L’oreal whs, hohohoho)

Pressed powder: Johnson and Johnson’s Milk Baby Powder, RM2.90 (sets the foundation like magic). Maybelline Clear Smooth Pressed Powder Compact in White, RM19.90 (I only use white powder, don’t really like tinted pressed powders).

Brows: Shiseido Eyebrow Pencil in #2 (Dark Brown), RM14.90 (YES 14.90 but you have to ask the BAs about it cos if not they’ll sell you the RM43 one)

Eyes: The Face Shop Glitter Liner in Black, RM19.90. ZA Ever Liner in Black, RM23.90. Maybelline Eyeshadow Trio in Disco Queen (black colour only), cibai discontinued also but I got it for RM3 at the L’oreal whs. (I use these three together)

TiGi Bedhead Big Fat Fun eyeliner in Brown, RM65 (got it for FREEEEEEE!! The best eyeliner ever but hard to remove using water-based makeup remover)

Eyeshadow: I don’t use eyeshadow now, only the Disco Queen black one over my eyeliner to set it so that it doesn’t smudge :D

Mascara: I don’t use mascara either because it does nothing for me at all, bahh.

Lips: Lancome Le Rouge Absolu in #317, RM60+ gua (mine is a tester unit but RM frickin’ 10 only HAHAHAHA also from the L’oreal whs). Stila Shine Lip Colour in Sarah, RM20 (lovely, lovely nude pink shade).

Haircare

Coloured: Yes, ever since I completed Form 6. It’s now a chocolatey brown which is the result of multiple faded DIY dye jobs, but I like it.

Permed/straightened: PERMED FO SHO’ I would rather shave myself bald than have my hair rebonded.

Stylist: I get my hair done at D’light Hair Salon at Treeland, it’s the only place where I go to and I’ve never gotten my hair cut anywhere else since I ‘converted’ to D’light. A haircut and perm takes about 6 hours (!!!!!), but then it’s all worth the wait.

Shampoo: Head and Shoulders Anti Hair Fall Shampoo, RM16.90.

Conditioner: Herbal Essences Break’s Over Conditioner, RM6.90. Sunsilk Anti Hair Fall Conditioner, RM8.90. Sunsilk Damage Repair Leave-On Conditioner, RM3.

Curling cream: MSK Curl Magician, RM32 (gives you awesome bouncy curls without the gross wet gelled look). Schwarzkopf Osis Loopy Curling Cream, RM24 (for more natural waves). Both of em don’t have the glossy/wet/gross gelled look so I’m pretty happy.

Hair wax: L’oreal Remix fiber styling paste, RM19+

Bodycare

Body wash: Dove Beauty Moisture Wash, RM24 for a giant bottle (BUT NOW RM19 ONLY FUCKEN HELL I JUST BOUGHT AH).

Body lotion: Vaseline Cool Fresh body lotion with cucumber and aloe, RM12.90. And a few other cheapo ones I bought because they were on sale for 50% off.

Perfume(s): Nina Ricci Premier Jour, RM60 from whs. Davidoff Echo Summer Fizz, RM60 from whs. CK in2u, FREE from Seventeen Malaysia contest. Dior Addict Shine, bday gift from parents. Beyond Paradise Men, stolen from father. But aiya very lazy to use nowadays because I’ve stored them in a very inconvenient place.

I never realized that I put so much products on my body, but oh well for the sake of vanity. I like collecting things like body lotion and masks, but I don’t go crazy and buy everything at once so I suppose it’s ok to buy one (or two) product(s) a month since what I use is quite cheap, it’s not like I use an RM100 cleanser.

My favourite things

2009-05-31T17:10:00.023+08:00

Found this tag thingum online, and decided to entertain myself since all I have is time right now.

I am a skincare/bodycare/makeup junkie. Right now I think I’m more towards a skincare junkie, because I realized that I own a staggering amount of products (although not expensive ones), is this normal >______________>

Skincare

Facial cleanser: Biotherm Biopur Purifying Cleansing Crystal Gel, RM89 (I got mine at the L'oreal whs for RM40)

Scrub: Garnier Pure Anti Imperfection Scrub (or something like that), RM11.90

Toner: Garnier Light Milky Lightening Dew (I'm on my third bottle because I love the scent and the smooth, non-oily feeling after application), RM12.90

Essence/serum: The Face Shop Pore Minimizing Essence, RM54.90

MIRACLE ANTI ZIT SOLUTION: Dalacin-T, RM32 (available at pharmacies, I've been using it ever since I was in Form 6, it works wonders for breakouts I swear by my life)

Moisturizer (day): Garnier Light Whiten and Protect Moisturizing Lotion, RM16.90 but discontinued already cibai now got cream (in jars) only /angry

Moisturizer (night): leftover moisturizers that I'm bored of but still have to finish using (The Natural Source Terra Firma Feather Light Lotion, SK-II Facial Lift Emulsion, Shiseido White Lucent Moisturizing Emulsion - last 2 are sample-sized gifts which I got for free because I cannot afford such luxuries), and some ampoule thingy I got for free at the Mid Valley Beauty Queen shop.

Sunblock/makeup base: Garnier UV Protect Advanced Daily UV Blocking Lotion, SPF50 PA+++, RM27.90 (Got mine for free when I bought Sister Magazine for RM8. Actually bought the mag for the free gift teeheehee)

Makeup remover: Simple Conditioning Eye Makeup Remover, RM19.90. Johnson and Johnson's Baby Wet Tissue Wipes (the type mothers use to wipe their babies' asses), RM9.90 for twinpack of 80's at Mydin, cheapest in town!. And also some Japanese Super Remover for Hard Eye Makeup thing, RM39 (cannot find any pics, cheh).

Mask(s):

Cosline Water Drop Pomegranate Sleeping Mask, RM31 (quite good for its price, I love the texture of the gel)

The Face Shop Slim and Lift Sleeping Mask, RM99 (I got mine for RM70 from my friend who got them from Korea, hence the different product name. In Malaysia it's called Raspberry Roots Sleeping Mask)

Pond's Pore Care Pore Minimizing Foam/Mask, RM5.90 (small tube) or RM10.90 (big tube)

My Beauty Diary Masks and My Scheming (stupid translation 我的心机 HAHAHAHA!!) Masks from Taiwan, RM1.70 - RM2.50 each (STUPID GUARDIAN SELLING FOR RM8 EACH GILA BABI). I think My Beauty Diary is more effective though, My Scheming leaves the skin a bit tight after application.

Skin condition: Combination dry (oily at the t-zone and chin but dry at the cheeks)

Skin problems: The occasional zit and slightly open pores around my nose T___T

I have a zillion other sample sachets of random skincare products that I collected from shops/magazines/pharmacies/leaflets but I don’t really remember what I’ve got and I only use them when I go on vacation, which is like NEVER.

Makeup, haircare and bodycare tomorrow, because this tag is super long and my internet is being a bitch.

HUH?

2009-05-30T15:24:00.003+08:00

Is it me or is it true that the standard of the current season of the Astro Talent Quest thingum is fucking low, because I have split my head open trying to figure out why 90% of them CANNOT sing and STILL get into the preliminary finals.

WHY FUCKING WHY???????

.

2009-05-30T15:01:00.007+08:00

It is disconcertingly sad when people you love assume that you think the worst of them all the time when all you did was make a passing innocent statement that meant nothing.

To be told things that insinuate that I don't care or that I'm so ignorant I don't see what is in front of me, that is a blow to the heart because I tell people how proud I am of you.

For someone you love to think that you don't know them and don't care about them, that is worse than any physical pain.

My hair, it no privete.

2009-05-28T16:28:00.007+08:00

I got a haircut just recently, but never got to taking any proper photos because when I get out of bed it looks like a dead animal is nesting on my head, and when I have makeup on I'll have it tied up into a messy bun of some sort. When it's looking pretty and non-animal-like, I'll be lazing around in a mismatched T-shirt and ratty shorts and have no makeup on, what is this fuckery.

Why is it that your hair always looks good when your face doesn't. But when you effing need it to look nice it decides 'oh Imma throw a tantrum and become evil and possessed' and give you a massive bad hair day.

Nah my new hair.

NICE OR NOT (YOU CAN ONLY SAY YES)

Hurhurhur I made it out of shredded paper from my aunt's printing shop. When I was younger I used to go to her shop in the evening and collect these paper shreds to make my own pom-poms so I could pretend to be a cheerleader. I just made 3 new pom-poms a few days ago, wow that says a lot about my mental growth. But I love the rustling sound the paper shreds make, oooo I have a fetish.

By the way the Malay stall outside her shop sells Milo Ais SUPER Kao, kao-er than the Milo Ais Kao place at Paramount, PJ! And it's only RM1.20!!!!!!! Very nice :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

This is my new fringe, which you might have seen a few days ago when I posted an entry about it /desperate for readership

Very sien ah I don't know how to write things about myself, because I am naturally modest/shy boohoohoohoo.

Went to Billion yesterday and came across this stall selling (cheap cheap!) hair accessories and ____________________ (complete the sentence).

I have dead animal hair, though. Put too much curling cream huhu.

MY HAIR, IT NO PRIVETE ANYMORE, IT NOW ~~PUBIC~~ PUBLIC FOR YOU TO SEE!

BURBERRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE

2009-05-27T12:44:00.003+08:00

I find it extremely hilarious (hilariously stupid) when people use a branded handbag and don't know how to pronounce the brand of the bag/don't know the name of the bag.

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'Wah your bag very nice ah what brand is it'

'This one ah LV la!'

'What does LV stand for?'

'Errrr... Louise Vitonn (how they pronounce it) la!'

'Oh okaaayyy.. What range is this ah? Daimler? Mini monogram?'

'Er dunno eh..'

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'Wow, new bag ah'

'Ya lo just bought only!! Bur-berrrry one eh!'

*laughs self to death mentally' 'Oh BURBERRRRRRY AH WOW'

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At least have the decency to Google up how to pronounce the fucking brand of your stupid handbag before flaunting it in public to embarrass yourself less -___-

I've heard a lot of Treeland aunties and young people alike mispronouncing some of the most common brand names and it kind of bugs me because they think they own the world by flaunting a brand new LV/BB/Gucci/Chanel bag but cannot pronounce/spell the brand to save their own life. What irony.

Burberry is pronounced 'burburee' and not 'burr berry' per se, check HERE for a full list of brands.

I'm not a fan of branded goods, because I think most of them are fugly and not worth the pricetag slapped on 'em AT ALL. If you spend most of your lifetime allowance on ONE measly brown checkered bag, and you have a wardrobe full of clothes that clash horribly with the stupid bag, THEN HOW because you cannot afford another decent-coloured bag hohohohohohoh.

Of course there are other dimwits who pronounce Chanel as 'channel' (which is like calling a duck a horse), and friends of friends who say 'Esprit' is 'spirit' hoo hoo hoo but I am trying to live a virtuous life by trashing people less.

'Dont laugh at people la they don't know ma'

'Why you so cruel laugh at people, so bad!'

'Wow your language so rude one, tsk tsk'

'Cannot say like that one, people don't know ma tell them nicely lo'

SO RIGHTEOUS FOR WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE A SAINT AH GO AND SIT ON THE SINTOK (神桌) LAH TALK TO THE HAND COS MY FACE AIN'T INTERESTED.

I AM ANNOYING

2009-05-26T13:03:00.003+08:00

Well, hello there.

Bye bye.

Oh god this is annoying. :D

The TBB haz a bdae

2009-05-25T14:22:00.005+08:00

This is an effing long overdue post which I should have written aeons ago, but just got to uploading the photos recently, so... (ahem)

TBB's birthday was an all-expenses paid trip to Genting (meals and transport not included, teehee) courtesy of Berita Genting's letter to the editor thingum. Which included a night's stay at First World Hotel (deluxe room with an awesome view of the room opposite ours), two Dreamz show tickets (white tiger!!), two theme park tickets and two breakfast buffet vouchers. Not bad indeed, it was definitely worth writing in hurhurhurhur.

Poor students have to take advantage of any opportunity for free stuff, because we cannot afford extravagant holidays, sigh.

TBB with the Dreamz show tickets, while waiting for our number to be called for check-in. Our number was 834 and when we got the number, the count was only up to 543 OH WOW HAPPY WAITING HUH. Spent 2 hours waiting for check-in while killing time at First World Plaza.

O HAI WE'Z BORED.

We had dinner at Vietnam House (FXXKING GOOD FOOD NYUM NYUM FOR GENTING STANDARDS, and affordable too). I had this really cool seafood curry thing, which came in a flaming coconut. FLAMING COCONUT, YO NUTS BE ON FIRE, MAISIAOSIAO. It stayed ablaze for about 5 minutes, which was kind of awkward because it was burning too long and I was hungry and people were staring already.

But aesthetically it's very photogenic (sign of madness #1 - referring to inanimate nonliving things as living things).

Nice lighting (hurhurhur, from the nut) for this photo, eh? It cost RM16.90, quite reasonable for its fiery existence I think, and was stuffed chockful of prawns and sotong and eggplant, and a ton of onion pieces. Came with a bowl of Vietnamese vermicelli. :D

TBB's mixed platter rice thingum, with chicken, beef and something else (RM16.90)which I can't remember already. We also had a side of mixed Vietnamese spring rolls (RM7.90).

This is why I can never become a food blogger (or a famous one to say the very least) because I blog very inconsistently and I'm not so much of a famewhore who attends events like my life depends on 'em (I think).

Anyway.

The Dreamz show was awesome, because I'm a sucker for magic shows. But they had these Chinese (or some type of Asian, I dunno) acrobatic performers who were really young and I was on the verge of bursting into tears while they were performing. I get really depressed when I see these Chinese acrobatic kids perform, because for some strange reason I feel that they're tortured into performing to earn money for their cruel, unforgiving boss or something like that (which isn't exactly true but you never know). The white tiger + white lion + white lion cub made things better of course, but you had to pay RM100 to have your photo taken with it/them so we just stayed to watch after show.

A good number of Ninja Turtles (阿拉伯女人，穿黑色袍的, 连眼睛都盖起来的，写华语好一点，他们不会看嘛，咯咯) went to have their photo taken with the white feline animals and I am really curious why they would pay such an exorbitant sum of money when they might not even be able to recognize themselves in the picture >__>

After that we spent the rest of the night in different casinos, not to gamble our hard-earned savings away, but for the free drinks (choice of extremely watered-down coffee/Milo/teh tarik/orange juice). There is one girl working at Casino de Genting who is really really (times one million) pretty and we spent some hours hanging out at the casino (me and TBB, not me and the pretty girl) just to look at her. Ya I like to look at pretty girls I don't know why.

Because nobody was watching at 4am.

We spent the first 2 hours of the next day walking all over Genting to redeem our theme park tickets, because we got passed from department/counter to department/counter for more than 5 times, and in the end managed to get in after a tiring 'tour' of the entire place on foot. Well at least the wristband said ALL PARK and not OUTDOOR PARK only, if not I think I'd have thrown a shitfit for all the trouble we went through.

Happy belated birthday, TBB!

Gibberish-it

2009-05-23T02:47:00.006+08:00

This story is completely fictional. It might not even make sense, but what sense can a person make when it is 2.50 am and everyone else is either in a state of complete blur or sleeping like a pig. But noooooo I slept a good 6 hours on the bus today so I am wide awake and hungry.

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Todays, I went to the shop oppersite my mother's cathedra of lung (my mom too buzy, must book a time from her), to buy a carbohydrate drink. The carbohydrate drink I want to choosen is call 100 Plus. OMAIGAT, there no have it! The shop keeping guy tell me, is out of stock! I no belive him (belive inside got a LIE!) so I scun him much and I go out from the shop.

There vy sun, and many ppl. I weary of the weather so sun, same like want to burn me, so I go into other shop to see if got other drink which same like 100 Plus. Then I saw a drink, name Garsberg, look vy nice with the green bottle and gold colour lebel~ ^^ The price is killing me, but I will also buy it too, it look attractiv to me!

I fast fast take it out from the cold box, but suddenly I saw a crockroach at the floor! Ish, I hate crockroach the most!!!!!!!! Sometimes when I see the corckroash, I feel so mistery until feeling like want to cry in my bed!

Then I look to around me's people cos I scream same like a insanity woman, I try so hard to save my tears cos I feel not worth, cos my tears always same like pipe spout out water! This sensation persecution me! Whenever get in this situation, same like can't control my emotional very well, I think must put my heart in a doublewear, and tepek the selotape on the cover!

My mummy say I drink too many 100 Plus, became a bit fat already :( I hopping that the sun will absorbess my fats away, cos I wanna to married a rich man and lives in the seaside there! Sometimes is hard to control, I so weary of the conjugal feeling, keep persecution me! I think, be a slim and pretty girl not so easy be, so down and feaze of this thing! I think if I keep on drink the 100 Plus everyday, size will become quite fearfulness, but ultimately I fail. Ultimately I also consent to it, I not really distinctly.

I start perceive my family not so love and care my anymore, is it that they scunner me easy fat and ugly? Please don't leave me away! I'm trying to give up, but sometimes is hard! Is too hard! Haiz, dono wan how to do!

Pleace no laugh my English so bad, you wan also no.

**editted**

Last but not lease, I hope today I no head pain, cos today not so sun! :D

*end of editting**

This no easy thing, try to write this in language called GIBBERISHIT. I try to translate for you next times, mebbe tomorrow.

2009-05-21T01:50:00.003+08:00

I'm at some obscure cyber cafe (actually it's not that obscure, there's a hotel directly opposite this row of shops, and there are at least 40 other people in this double shoplot) in Kuantan, being angsty at this stupid connection which cleverly decides for itself that it would like to close all my internet browser windows for fucks.

TBB and I had a really nice dinner at the beach (which is probably the nicest beach in Malaysia because they have not only a 24-hour McDonald's, but ALSO a 24-hour KFC (both complete with drive-in!) and numerous other stalls. One of the stalls sells awesome chicken chops, and the ais kacang place 2 stalls apart sells awesome Jagung Ice. Somehow the only place I can find Jagung Ice is this place, other places always con me into paying more than I should for a pathetic teaspoonful more of cream corn on my measly shaved ice.

HURHURHURHUR I just realized that I have about 10 new tops (and 2 dresses) that I haven't gotten around to wearing yet, but if I write this then my mother will know and will probably murder me in my sleep when I go back to Treeland. I bought 2 GAP tops at a factory reject tent (since it's not technically a shop, it's a makeshift tent which is practically swelteringly hot inside) by the road near the beach, for only RM10 apiece HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and one of them is long enough to double up as a non-slutty summer dress (my body has grown sideways enough for me to prefer maternity-esque tops over slutty dresses, T__T) GOOD BUY GOOD BUY.

Tomorrow I am going shopping for a pore refining serum, because I can see my pores staring back at me when I look in the mirror, and that, my friend, is not a good thing.

Ok back to trawling the Internet for reviews on pore refining serums.

Hate is a very strong word

2009-05-14T22:27:00.002+08:00

There are some things that have been playing on constant repeat in my head. I'm not sure how to express how I feel either.

I'm feeling angry, sad, frustrated and disappointed, all at the same time.

I thought we understood each other well enough to agree that whatever decisions could me made in a cordial/friendly/stress-free manner, but either my brain is playing tricks on me, or I'm too old for this shit.

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I hate it when people treat me like a doormat, borrowing notes, studying together yadda yadda yadda and only keep in contact with me after the semester ends or before study week starts. I would not mind as much if you treated me with the same amount of respect as I would treat you with, but to step over my head without even considering how I feel about it all, and taking me for granted without even a simple 'thank you', NO I DO NOT APPRECIATE THAT.

I hate it when people care too much about what others think about them, trying to conform to the mould that the seemingly shallow, materialistic society built around us. I'm sorry but I simply refuse to become one of them, but does it make you better if you are widely accepted and I'm not? Does it make you more popular because you attend more events than anyone else in the world, but people secretly don't like you because we all think you're a fucking famewhore?

I hate it when people talk to me like I'm stupid, simply because I don't like to show the world what I can do. I don't suck up to lecturers or tutors, but that does not make me incapable of passing my exams. I don't spend thousands of dollars on a stupid monogrammed bag, but that does not make me poorer than you. I don't piss people off on a daily basis, but that's not because I can't, it's because I see no value in doing that regularly.

I hate it when people pretend to like each other, and talk to each other like they're acting in a Taiwanese drama. 'Wow you so pretty!' 'Your hair is so nice!', and when you turn the other way round, they act completely different. I hate it when people talk to me with a glossed over tone of voice dripping of fake sincerity, because I can see through the façade.

I hate people who treat you very well when you have something to offer to them, be it labour, or help with work, or overtime, then treat your worse than people who do less work than you do, purely because they suck up better. Such people later toss you aside like an old sock when you are no longer capable of working for them nonstop, then proceed to ignore you while looking for new people to con into slaving away for them.

I hate people who are so caught up in being overwhelmed by what other people think they fail to make choices of their own and be their own person. This isn't so bad when you can ignore them, but when such people decide they want to drag you down into their own retardation and act like you are one of them, it just makes you want to shake some sense into said dumb person.

I hate it when people deliberately use big words to intimidate you, thinking that you're not good enough for them. Or when they purposely talk to you in English, thinking that you're not proficient enough so that they can scare you into acting like a mute. I am sorry I am not the type of person to back down and bow to your incredible vocabulary, because if you want wordplay I can give you wordplay.

I hate it when people are so scared of losing, they fill 4 exam booklets full of words, and then worry that they haven't written enough to score the paper, when the average person would have only written at most 2 booklets with a lot of extra pages to spare. I find it ridiculous that some people have already found a job 5 months before graduating, and spend their study week slaving away in some corporate office just to show how great they are.

I hate it when people only befriend you because they think that you have what they want. They stick by your side all the time like a leech, and when they've gotten what they want, they turn everyone against you and leave you to bleed and die alone. I know many people who just want to be friends with you, just because they think you're the 'it' person of the season (although I've never been the 'it' person), and they want to ride on the same wave of popularity.

Just so you know, this post isn't directed in anyone in particular, it's just a collection of thoughts I've accumulated over the years.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'm the odd one out, or is it the other way round. I guess nobody will ever know for sure.

p.a.d.

2009-05-13T19:42:00.002+08:00

I had a TBB birthday post all drafted out but Blogger is being a bitch, it refuses to let me upload my photos due to some stupid internal error.

Let me tell you a story.

It's no secret that I used to dislike the prefects at my high school (except for those who were my friends, and they weren't the kissassy type). Once there was this prefect, who was really bossy and annoying.

'Eh don't lean against the wall'

'Don't put your hands on the ledge'

'Dont talk'

'Shhh (plus stupid frown)'

'Eh stand straight or I write down your name'

Every day after the school bell rang, we were required to stand in a line outside our class and sing the national anthem and the school song (very patriotic!) while the Headmaster presided over the daily ceremony in his royal balcony (especially built for this purpose so that he could reenact his fantasy of becoming Juliet from Romeo and Juliet).

Sometimes he would give a speech from his royal balcony while we listened in rapt attention (not). It was the prefects' duty to make sure that the students remained quiet and worshipped the Headmaster like how they worshipped the Sun (or money or online games, basically whatever they worshipped).

Each prefect babysits a class for a week, and then they get a new class in their duty roster and good riddance to said annoying prefect. Sometimes we got really nice prefects to babysit us and we were always sad when he/she left.

Anyway back to the annoying prefect. On the last day of her duty (after being extra annoying as usual), she was standing outside our class like a sentry while waiting for the teacher to come in before she could leave. My classmate, who was sitting in the front row (punishment for sleeping in class all the time), went 'EH PREFECT!!' and she looked over her shoulder in a very haughty way and snapped back, 'WHAT'

Then my classmate said (in Chinese) 'eh you very pretty leh I want to date you can or not, can you give me your number', complete with a leery, hamsap grin.

The annoying prefect was so shocked that she left immediately without even waiting for the teacher to come HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PADAN MUKA HAHAHAHAHAHA and she never came back again, probably told the Prefect Board that someone sexually harrassed her and requested to be put on duty elsewhere.

There was also one time when a pre-pubescent prefect (read: belum dapat period) was performing a spot check on an older student and found a package wrapped in newspaper in the student's bag. Thinking that she'd struck gold, she demanded to open the package to inspect its contents, but the student refused to let her. The prefect practically opened the package by force, and found..........

A PAD.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA A PAD HAHAHAHAHAHA KESIAN A PAD.

Rumour has it that she (prefect) picked up the pad and waved it in the student's face and demanded to know what it was (hahaha) but I'm not sure if that's true. Sad, sad, fact of life.

When I was in Form 4 a bunch of my friends thought it would be funny to give me a pack of pads for my birthday (they spent time wrapping it to look really expensive, mahai hahaha thank you for your effort) and ever since that day every girl who needed a pad would come to my class and look for me and ask if they could have one because of an emergency leak. T______T

Sometimes when TBB asks for a tissue (especially in public) I take out a pad from my bag and give it to him and say 'NAH YOUR TISSUE' very loudly. I think he is embarassed to be with me at times.

/abrupt change of subject

Happy (belated) birthday, TBB!

HAHA NO HI WTF

2009-05-10T18:49:00.003+08:00

Dear Ah Buh

Happy Mother's Day to you

Please don't be cheated by Mother's Day special meal sets

They are scams to trick children to pay more than they usually need to

For a measly meal with no drink or dessert

I buy you dinner when I come back

And bring you go yumcha

Every other day is Mother's Day

But not today

Because it is a scam

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TOMORROW

HAHA NO HI (Happy M's Day in Japanese. HAHA).

My father has FB and my boyfriend is a vulcan.

2009-05-10T18:17:00.005+08:00

OMG I have been so busy these few days (does the drama queen hand on mouth thing)!!!

I went out in Friday to Mid Valley with 1 million of my friends (wow so many!) and then again on Saturday with another million of them (wow so many again!).

On Saturday we went to the A Shopaholic's Den offline blogshop party thingy at 32 Square and uhuhuhuhu I bought a dress and two tops for RM40 (total) uhuhuhuhuhu. And then we had an awesome early dinner at Strawberry Fields Cafe (the Carbonara Marinara is fucking awesome, FUCKING AWESOME BEYOND WORDS, and quite cheap too, hurhur RM8.50 for a 2-person portion mai siao), and then on impluse we decided to watch Star Trek (and only managed to buy tickets for 11.30 pm (2 hour wait, nice.).

The movie was really good, which wasn't what I'd initially expected. Must watch ok!

The benefits of having no friends is that you can always make last-minute plans. No hassle at all dum de dum. No need to plan in detail to go out and have dinner or wotsit and then suddenly someone will say 'EH I CANNOT GO LE I AJAK SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY SHIT LA HOW AH HOW AH' and then aiyah pukimak no more plans. Epic PHAIL.

Ooooooo my father is on Facebook (so is my mother but then she is now more FB-savvy than some of the people I know who don't know how to navigate through FB but still 'act like they know').

Oh now you know my father's name already lo. My n00b brother's quiz is so effing hard to answer,

'what is my favourite handphone software?' Symbian something, Windows something, of course I got that wrong hurhurhur I don't even know what software my phone is using.

'how well can I lie?' HOW TO ANSWER YOU TELL ME no wonder we all failed his quiz (except for my mother, I think)

But then my mother failed MY quiz, which is probably the easiest one on the face of the earth. At least someone passed though, brownie points for you!

Anyway.

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, HUMANS!

I Vulcanized TBB HERE.

Very long post, this.

2009-05-09T01:30:00.011+08:00

We went to Lookout Point on my birthday, which was aeons ago (ok lah I exaggerated, probably like 2 weeks ago). No thanks to the stupid balik kampung traffic jam because of the long weekend, cibai, which took us almost 2 hours to even reach Pandan Indah.

Awesome awesome awesome cake! Prettiest cake ever from Australia Cake House (which sells really old-fashioned cakes and pastries, which I love)!!!! It was half jelly and half cake and had tons of fruit inside nyumnyumnyum. :D

Happy birthday Mich Bitch hurhurhur. I wonder if the person piping the words was taken aback, why so rude one hahaha

While trying to stab the cake (or something), because I am strange (like you didn't know).

O hello TBB.

At the observatory deck, where we saw some couple groping each other and eating each other's faces in public -___-

Nice view of KL.

JasBer has a Lomo Fisheye camera macibai I am jealous!!! :( Lomo cams are so cute and this one has a mighty powerful flash lens, I've resorted to closing my eyes when having photos taken at close range with the Lomo. Going blind is not a nice thought hurhurhur.

O I am a midget.

WHO IS THAT IN THE RED SHIRT WHY IS HE IN THE PHOTO

Trying to stab the cake again

My presents from Anitham the Malay and Shu(i) Hui. Love 'em (them presents, not them girls, I sound like a lesbian) to bits. The dress I was wearing on my birthday was from TBB (it has a bow at the back very cute one!).

NICE HOR I HAVE A DOODOLL OKAY MAI SIAO. AND A BIRD HOUSE NECKLACE MAI SIAO.

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Quattro Tokyo Naito with TBB and his classmates last night, because end of exams calls for some serious going out (booo). Photos stolen from Qian Hui's FB teehee.

Bored to death at home on a Thursday night is no more! SIAPA YANG RUGI FFK KAMI SEKARANG (I don't think he reads my blog).

My top cost RM10 from the Zara warehouse sale HOO HOO HOO.

My hair looks like shit from the back :( I have a bald spot T____T I need a haircut

Faaking heels my feet hurt so bad and we got locked out from the car park yay (happy new year good thanksgiving) and had to walk 10 million kilometres to find the nearest entrance.

At the really patriotic Pelita, look at the waiter's (hahaha) hat. I no eye see his hat, scunner why he patriotic so much.

Ya lo I party animal ah I never go home one ah macibai once I was talking to this dimwitted guy when I was working part time last month, and he judged me based solely on the way I looked (I was wearing black formal tutup aurat from head to toe some more macibai) and he said that he was sure I went out clubbing a lot, fuck you you A-hole. Too bad he was quite cute, obviously he's seriously lacking in the brains department. Some of the people where I come from (Treeland, rejoice all Treelanders) also think the same thing about me, a big F YOU to you thank you very much :D

And that was the end of my eventful Thursday night.

P/s: I find it nauseating how some people can be such hyprocrites. Bad mouthing some people one moment and being all chummy with them the next second. Where are your principles, trying to act all holy schmoly, being the mediator and shit. Telling me that you don't like so and so and so, and then paling muka tak payah 3 saat BAM dah jadi kawan baik BFF kononnya.

Don't like then don't like la no need to pura pura be nice one ok, what is it with you and your endless need of feeling like you need to be accepted by everyone in order to make yourself feel better and trick yourself into thinking that you're oh-so-popular?

Get your shit together alright? Keep that up and I might just decide that I will completely stop talking to you.

Ms Snoop

2009-05-07T18:03:00.005+08:00

There's this girl at school (who I intensely dislike). I snub her whenever I have the chance, hurhurhurhur which is super fun in a mentally disturbing way.

A few days ago I saw my friends at the printing shop (finally printed my fucking thesis), and she was with them because they are friends. I caught her snooping boyfriend sneaking looks at my thesis cover. 'Oooo let's see what her FYP is about' FUCKING HELL NO YOU'RE NOT LOOKING AT MY THESIS BECAUSE I HATE YOU, YOUR RETARDED FREAK OF A PERSON.

So I walked over and put my bag directly on top of my printed thesis hurhurhurhurhur, eat shit you fucking snoop.

As I was leaving I said goodbye to only two of my friends (except her and her Snooping bf), and blatantly ignored/snubbed her in her face *gloat

Ya lo I am very free I syok sendiri one you don't know meh it is super fun to amuse yourself using tactics like these you don't know meh (rolls eyes at you)

Anyway. Whenever I finish exams we (me and my very few friends with no friends) stand around outside the main entrance and talk/laugh/swear loudly just to be annoying, and Ms Snoop likes to stand near us (considerably near enough to eavesdrop but not too close for comfort, cos she's a Snoop) and spy on us and shit.

I caught her doing that twice (the most recent being just now, less than 2 hours ago), and the first time I went (quite loudly) SEE WHAT SEE DIG YOUR EYES OUT AH. Wanted to add DIG YOUR EYES OUT WITH A FORK but forgot.

Ya lo I syok sendiri again because I have no friends and nobody likes me I don't know why please tell me is it because of the way I look you know I can't help it when my eyes are different sized you know T__T

She likes to stare at people, this Ms Snoop. She stares at you with those beady snake eyes that bore into the very being of your soul and into your brain and fills you with loathing and hatred.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The point of this post is..

THE POINT OF THIS POST IS I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM WASTING MY TIME WRITING ABOUT CRAP PEOPLE.

Maybe because I want to either piss people off or amuse myself. I love pissing people off and amusing myself at the same time.

Will somebody come and kill me already.

Anybody?

Klang Road Trip!

2009-05-03T23:49:00.000+08:00

Today we (Tangbaby and I) had KFC for lunch. Wanted to try out the Jom Jimat value meals but then they didn't look too appetizing to me and ended up spending RM8+ on a BBQ Cheesy Meltz meal, ho hum pig's bum.

After that I said 'eh I need to buy anti-dandruff shampoo ah' (I use about 3 different types of shampoo, on alternate days, because I like variety and any comments about how mixing shampoos will make my hair drop shall not be entertained at all, thank you)

Then TBB said 'ok ah where do you want to go and buy'

I did some maths (if you consider adding up all the places I've been to and are tired of as maths) in my head, and said 'hurhurhur Bukit Tinggi Jusco hurhurhurhur' as a joke.

And he said 'OK LETS GO AFTER THIS'

FUCKEN YAY ROAD TRIP!!!

And so we went to Klang hurhurhurhurhur. Without any idea where Bukit Tinggi is or how long it would take. Got lost for a bit and TBB asked for directions at some petrol station and off we went again.

Anyway, is it me or is Malaysian roundabouts and U-turns seriously effing big? Like the one at Subang, at the very end after you go past Carrefour and Subang Parade. The U-turn goes on FOREVER in one biiiiiiiiiiig circle when they could easily build one stupid road and cut through the stupid trees and grass uselessly planted in the middle of the effing valley like an oasis. WHAT FOR I ASK YOU WHAT FOR?

If you ask me, it's a conspiracy to make us spend more money on petrol (like the very smart road signs we have in this beloved country that take us on really fun joyrides to nowhere for an hour when the place you wanted to go to is actually 15 minutes away).

Sorry ah I got carried away.

And then I bought my shampoo, which was on offer hurhurhur and came with a FREE full-sized conditioner. And some yogurt drink which expires next month and was 50% off (I very kiamsiap one ok I only buy things from Shojikiya [pseudo atas Japanese food shop] when they're on promotion - read: almost expired - and are dirt cheap). AND Bovril, also 50% off for the same reason (expires in 2 weeks but if I chuck it in the fridge it keeps for a very long time).

We spent an hour after that looking for Bak Kut Teh (TBB asked for directions at some shady bus central place because I was too scared to go down and ask the taxi driver for fear of being kidnapped, to be on the fair side it wasn't that shady but I am not a fan of speaking to strangers T__T), and ended up finding ONE.

四眼仔肉骨茶, which was quite good actually (better than the one my n00b brother took us to - don't remember where because I was busy looking at the pictures of his coffee book, he's obsessed with coffee and has put on a considerable amount of weight because of his coffee hurhurhur). The total bill came up to RM24, because we don't like sharing our 油条 and ordered one effing huge bowl each.

And that was the end of our road trip to Klang.

If you're wondering why I call him TBB it's because Plutty came up with this geli name for Mr Tang and it's stuck ever since, even Pinkpau and my ex boss call him TBB.

!Tangbaby (!xobile joke we used to laugh at all the time, courtesy of Russell Peters)

Aneboda!

2009-05-02T23:17:00.003+08:00

These few days have been really hectic. Moving house (technically only moving rooms - downgrading my life to prepare for the economic downturn - should have done this years ago and I would have saved RM250 a month to spend on other necessary things like clothes) is no easy feat, especially if you have do do so in one day.

I actually have a lot of things which I haven't cleared up yet, they're all sitting in the living room (which looks like a fucking war zone since my housemates are moving to my old room and this weird [new] lecturer is moving into theirs). I don't feel like clearing up my things just yet, that can wait till after my finals. But then I haven't studied for 'em yet hardeeharhar, what an excuse.

My new room isn't that big, but it's super comfy and quite pretty because the teacher who rented the room before this painted it a pastel yellow, and yesterday Mr Tang and I went to Ikea and got a new cupboard, which is awesome and spacey and fits nicely into the room.

Nyumnyumnyum tasty cupboard! RM199 from Ikea. It's called Aneboda (stupid name for a cupboard/designer).

Taken from my bed (which is on the floor because I don't really fancy climbing up a rickety ladder every time I want to sleep - have since used the upper bunk as storage)

Only one double-panelled window, but surprisingly airy for such a small room, especially if you leave the door open.

Nothing much (I'm trying to live a Spartan-esque life ok notice the minimal amount of decorations and furniture), but I think it's awesome.

Even happy pig thinks so.

Thank you Tangbaby for giving me the best birthday present ever, helping me with moving my (endless supply of) belongings, and going with me to Ikea to pick out the best cupboard ever, and then lugging it into the car (cibai damn heavy). And we installed it together until 1+ in the morning. I read the manual and handed out the parts and screws ok I put in considerable effort hurhurhur but you provided manual labour.

I've seen people spend hundreds and thousands of dollars to buy love. My type of love doesn't require a lot of money. Only a lot of heart and even more soul.

QUEEN OF SCUN

2009-04-30T02:26:00.005+08:00

ALL HAIL QUEEN SCUN, BOW TO THY LEADER AND GOD.

FRET NOT QUEEN SCUN IS HERE TO THE RESCUE.

TELL QUEEN SCUN ALL YOUR WORRIES, AND THEY WILL BE GONE.

QUEEN SCUN IS GOD.

BOW TO QUEEN SCUN AND RECEIVE YOUR BLESSINGS FOR ETERNITY.

I AM SORRY SCUN IS NOT IN THE DICTIONARY MACIBAI.

***********************

Lookeeeee what we got from some artsy fartsy shop at One Utama! To put in the car, because n00b Tangbaby's car is a sanctuary for strange things and stuffed animals. If I didn't know him I would think that his car belonged to a girl.

HAHAHAHA at the green monkey (2nd from left) look at his face so kerlian and his pose is so hiao. 'wuwuwuwuwu look at me I am a pathetic monkeh'

I don't know why n00b Tangbaby wanted to buy the pink dickhead monkey, but he insisted on buying it haih it looks like a penis does it not.

I just had to show you the 'pan kelian' monkey again hahahahaha so funny! And the small monkey next to him (sign of madness = referring to inanimate objects as people) looks so hamsap.

GOOD NIGHT, QUEEN OF SCUN IS WEARY, BE A QUEEN/GOD NOT SO EASY BE, NEED MANY TIMES AND EFFORTS TO PEOPLES.

I am a list of things.

2009-04-29T21:58:00.002+08:00

Only one effing paper left to go hardeharhar. My fingers are permanently cramped from writing so much in the past 3 exams (not because I want to, but because I had to).
This is totally unrelated, but I find it really stupid when a person uses a designer bag but does not know how to pronounce the designer's name (not even to save her own life). OH MY BAG AH CHANNEL (she meant Chanel mahai) ONE AH BRANDED ONE U KNOW!!! or OH THIS BAG AH BURRBERRRRRY (Burberry is not pronounced like how you spell it, turd. HERE's the correct pronunciation) ONE I GOT FROM PARIS. or OH MY MOTHER BOUGHT FOR ME AH GOOSI (Gucci hahahaha) HANGBAG (handbag) VERY EXPENSIVE ONE YOU KNOW! All talk and no substance makes you a scheming shitty wotsit.
I just had an awesome dinner at Zuup (again) because they have this buy one free one promo for soups and pastas (weekdays, 4pm to 8pm). One awesome regular-sized soup + one awesome cream-based pasta dish = RM15+ HAHAHAHAHA WIN
We stayed to watch this shoe designing award thingum after dinner and the models walked funny, with their hips jutting forward like they're (hips) possessed or something. Why don't the Victoria Secret models walk like they have possessed hips (they walk perfectly normal, only with mile high stilettos)? But I know of a coursemate who does the possessed-hip thing, hurhurhurhur. We were laughing at the emcee's fake accent (oh THAAAAAT's EUOKAAAY, the AWAAAAARD GEOUS TOOOOOO so and so) and then we saw this uncle walking past with his hips jutting forward HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and while we were leaving we saw him again, and he was still doing the possessed-hips model walk and Mr Tang was doing the same thing and then I did it also cos it was very fun haih why are we so annoying.
I pretended to walk with a limp at One Utama today. The kind of limp where you have only one good foot and you have to drag the other (supposedly) bad foot behind you.
What shall I do later what shall I doooooooooooo?
I know of a first-class honours student, who does not how to spell journalist (juurnalist wtf). WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO, HORRORS. But then again I'm not as smart as her so what gives me the right to know how to spell JOURNALIST now? From today onwards I might as well just fuck it and spell it as 'juornalise'.
I have discovered (for quite some time now) that I think of a lot of things at one time, which explains why I am a living mess (except for my wardrobe, which is colour-coordinated).
I seriously need a facial. Home made one lah siao ah you think I print money ah.

The Hiao Girl

2009-04-26T00:57:00.006+08:00

There is this Hiao Girl I know (and fucking dislike) from my highschool heydays. She was one year younger than me, so when I was in Form 2 she was in Form 1.

I seriously hated her, because she was extremely hiao wsdfghtesidjhbgsdofvj to the person I liked macibai and that stupid person actually had the nerve to tell me that she fancied him and they had this 'thing' going on. Likewise, she also told her classmates the same thing (that they were an 'item' mahai), but I only found out recently hurhurhur after like what? 9 years sial.

I continued to hate her all throughout high school (traumatized wtf) and whenever I bumped into her I would pretend not to see her, although once she bumped into me in the girls' toilet at school and the wanted to catch my eye and smile at me, but I blatantly ignored her existence and looked away. Of course she knew that she had her claws stuck into that dumb brain of the person I used to like, and she was all smug and fakely friendly DIE BITCH I SEE THROUGH YOU DON'T PRETEND TO BE NICE AND KIND TO ME I AM NOT A CHARITY CASE.

I used to stalk her mildly on Friendster to see what she was up to (she added me, out of pity on her part, I guess), and decided that I hated her even more because she was so effing hiao and thought she was really pretty. I'll give it to her, she used to look rather cute in high school, what with dumb SM Chung Hwa's Really Ridiculous Rules (RRR) that we were required to have bangs that ended ABOVE the eyebrows (touch eyebrows also cannot!), and ABOVE the collar HELLO BOWL CUT.

I recently found her on Facebook (WIN!) and have been stalking her quite religiously, which is saying something because I have no religion. Although rest assured that I have not joined a Satanic cult (yet).

Ooooo how time changes people! She’s no longer the cute girl people used to admire and ditch me for back in high school nooooo. Karma is a bitch heh heh heh(epic WIN) she has crater face the shade of prematurely burnt charcoal whoops.

I was chatting with an anonymous friend of mine (she's awesomely angsty like me) and we always compare stupid photos of people we know from home, and one day I sent her the link for the Hiao Girl's FB photo, and at the same time she sent me a photo link, which was also of the same Hiao Girl (but different hiao photo) how uncanny is that!! HAHAHAHAHAHA do you remember, anonymous friend! You are too cool!

I would show you her photos (if I could but then that would be invading her privacy and insulting my blog and intelligence), but here are some of her fehmes poses anyway and if you would like to know I spent a considerable amount of time and emotional effort making myself look like her ok.

I actually finished writing this post like a week ago but spent the rest of the week collecting photos, ho hum pig’s bum.

Dark background to simulate a club hurhurhur. Mine is a very mild version of her revealingness (if there is even such a word).

Crowd favourite: the spastic balloon face.

Obligatory tongue jutting out from mouth expression, which is really hard because I almost cramped my tongue. She must have a really long tongue.

Substitute water bottle for beer bottle.

I tried to edit the colour of this photo to look like hers but somehow I can’t seem to find the nasty shade of gray she used. Oh and you might like to know that she was nekid on top while taking her version of this.

If you would like to tell me that I am cruel, you are fully welcome because I would like to collect enough hate comments so that I can go to hell thank you very much.

On an unrelated note, here's the place for the best Char Siew rice in the world! IN THE WORLD.

NO KIDDING!

Old Town has old internet

2009-04-22T12:50:00.004+08:00

I am at Old Town, using their dumfucking wireless internet, which seriously sucks to the max because I have to refresh my browser every 0.5 seconds to make sure that I'm stil connected to the internet.

My glass of milk tea (although a bit sweet) is sitting next to me; a puddle of water has collected itself at the bottom of the glass and is growing larger by the minute (the puddle, not the glass).

I have so much to write about but I don't know where to start. People always ask me why all I do is bitch about people, and I always tell them that I am an angsty person.

There are some things which I don't mind sharing (like my thoughts about dumJolin and other retarded people), and there are some things which I don't like telling the world (like certain aspects of my personal life but don't you get your hopes too high now you obscene twisted freak of a person).

What if my future employer, on a lucky streak, decides to Google my name and finds this crappy blog, and spies on me for the rest of my working days? 'OOOO LAST NIGHT YOU WENT TO WATCH A MOVIE AND YOU EXCHANGED SPIT IN THE CAR HOR HOO HOO HOO TELL ME TELL ME' nooooooooooooooooooo that is not going to happen thank you very much.

They're playing this really crap music now, like some soundtrack from a movie, all jubilant and patriotic and shit. NOT my thing.

We're seated next to a full-length window, and my perverted friend Dannie has been spending the entire time looking out the window, scouring for hot office ladies.

I think this is going to be a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong day.

Now he is taking emo photos of random people/scenery (which is very common ever since he got himself a new phone, mahai).

He's now very proud that he took a series of photos of me rolling my eyes and I look like I'm possessed.

YAY.

The epic FAIL person.

2009-04-19T23:40:00.004+08:00

I just read Eugene's epic WIN post about en epic PHAIL person HAHAHAHAHA it's so hilarious HAHAHAHAHAHA I can't stop laughing out loud!

(inspired by FML, one of the best sites ever)

I was once an aspiring singer but I decided that I was too good for the rest of the world. I organized a singing competition at uni and as a thank you gift, decided to give the judges a CD of my self-recorded songs but I wonder how many of them threw it away FML.
I once had many followers and friends (and minions), but I decided that I was too clever for them and insulted them on my (very famous blog with no readership). Now I have none FML.
I was once a respected student whose opinions were valued and praised by lecturers and tutors alike. Now they don't even notice or care when I don't turn up in class FML.
I think that I am super fly and that I have a lot of admirers and fans, but there is one bitchy girl from my course who wrote about me in her blog and now they fucking believe her so I have to resort to coming to class once a month to avoid being shunned or laughed at FML.
I tell people that I never retaliate at people who bitch about me (like the bitch from class and his dumb tall dark friend), but it's actually because I don't have the intellectual ability to write anything substantial FML.
I AM AN EPIC FAILURE WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS WORLD I SHOULD BE SITTING NEXT TO GOD AND DICTATING MY PHILOSOPHIES TO MANKIND!!! FML

This is by far the best joke of the century HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH goodness gracious me!

You know that a person has gone to the end of the social world and down the social cliff when:

He has nothing to do except tell ~~the entire world~~ a meagre few listeners that he is very clever and does not need to study for exams but I have never seen his name on the Dean's or President's list.
He publicly says that all the people from his school are too immature, stupid and dimwitted for him to talk to but for as long as I remember, nobody likes him anymore.
He blatantly displays his sympathy for people who study long hours but still get crap results, but I've always heard that he's on the verge of failing his assignments.
He insults the best lecturer we've ever had because she publicly humiliated him during someone's (I wonder who, ahem) presentation and he got totally PWNed and he's bitter.
I could go into further detail but I have my finals to study for (unlike him, I think he's already memorized the whole book by looking at the cover ONLY)

Ho hum pig's bum.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Not expecting any retaliation from him, because he thinks we're all retards.

A house full of annoying™ people.

2009-04-18T00:07:00.011+08:00

I have never been one to cry at graduation ceremonies and all that shit, because I honestly think that if you are good friends you'll still be in touch with each other after you graduate/start working/get married/have kids/die (see you in hell). I used to laugh at all them dumasses who cried during high school graduation day, becauase I didn't see any point in crying and hugging each other and going BOOO HOO HOO HOO GRADUATE ALREADY AH SO SAD AH but then still see each other at tuition class the next day.

TIGHT SLAP FOR ALL THOSE WHO CRY AT GRADUATION CEREMONIES.

Went to Full House Restaurant at the abysmally spelt Niu Xe Zui yesterday after class, not because we are graduating (wtf) but because I've never been there with my classmates and I would do the same thing even if we weren't graduating.

Confucius say, 'when at Full House, make like dumbass bimbo and act stupid'.

Photo overload. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Pretending to look stupid, which is (almost) compulsory when you are at Full House, from what I've seen.

Being emo at the thought of graduating -__-

Pretending to be rich tai-tais who lug around (fugly) designer bags, stopping for a chat at some atas cafe.

O hai. Say hello to the other rich social elites.

My friends, very hiao one.

Scandal of the year.

I swear this photo wasn't meant to turn out like this! >__> But in a twisted way I really like it.

Spaz is the new black.

Being a maid and a butler is no easy job when you have demanding employers.

Hi, blind hamsap man.

Poseur blind man. 你是我的眼

Poseur 7-year old child.

Because I like the lighting and I think the person who took this deserves a pat on the back (forgot who but not me).

Obligatory Planet of the Apes expression.

Angeline is very small.

Pretending to be rich and famous and fashionable. Insert imaginary (fugly) LV bag.

Rude sign for people who don't swear. Here's to you, suckers.

Oh god we're so annoying™.

fuckwits

2009-04-17T00:35:00.003+08:00

Crap that happened today:

There is this fuckwit, who keeps bombarding me with questions I don't know how to answer. Does she really think I know everything mahai you so anxious to know then you go and find out yourself la cibai. It is one thing to ask me the same question twice, but FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN THE SPAN OF TWENTY FOUR HOURS? Are you seriously fuckwitted? Five identical questions, over and over again, when I already told you I DON'T FUCKING KNOW when you asked me the first time.
There is this OTHER fuckwit, who apparently thinks that it (aiyah lazy to tell you the gender) is clever enough to make decisions for us without consulting us beforehand. YA YOU SO CLEVER CAN MEMORIZE THE WHOLE THING ALREADY NO NEED BUY LO CIBAI I STUPID MAH I NEED TO REFER TO BOOKS TO HELP ME SO HOW NOW CANNOT AH. Pandai pandai go and lie to people without covering your tracks, wow you're a genius you fuckwit.

Good things that happened:

n00b Tang and I went to watch a Thai horror flick last night (Spotlite subscribers get to watch new movies at RM1 per ticket hurhurhur), Coming Soon. We were late because of the cibai traffic jam along Federal Highway, and there were only 2 tickets left, one at the back (good seat wtf) and one really crappy seat in front. MAHAI HOW TO WATCH HORROR MOVIE LIKE THAT SIT SEPARATELY AH SIAO AH. So I was in a crappy mood, waiting for n00b Tang to release his bodily fluids, while thinking of how on earth I was supposed to watch the movie alone. Then this cute (ahem) guy comes up and says 'eh give you tickets for the movie ah you want or not' because movie screenings are done simultaneously in the cinema with a lot of different media companies. I was caught off guard and so I went 'HAR WHY YOU DON'T WANT MEH', really loudly. He said he had extra tickets and I told him I had tickets but had to sit separately with n00b Tang, and he (cute guy) went oh it's no fun watching horror movies alone and I said ya lo and gave him a really big smile and then n00b Tang came out from releasing his bodily fluids and we thanked him and checked our seat numbers and realized that we had the best seats in the house. Top row, couple seats HAHAHAHAHAHAHA thank you cute guy I hope you become a millionaire before you are 30 because you were kind to me, although you didn't know me *shine.
If you think the sentence is long, wait till you see Dannie's. His current record: 10 lines in MS Word, without a full stop. Very cheong hei.
Technically speaking, #2 is not a good thing that happened, I just think #1 was a bit too wordy. Went to Full House Restaurant at NZX today, the drinks are a bit on the blergh side, but the deco is really pretty and we went beserk taking photos (just like everyone else who went there). AND THE ANNOYING™ ONES THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AMUSING TO HIDE MY PHONE AND ENJOY THE SIGHT OF ME GOING ROUND LIKE A MAD PERSON LOOKING FOR MY PHONE IN A STATE OF PANIC MACIBAI HATE YOU, YOU ARE ALL VERY ANNOYING.
That's not a good thing either but then again you could say that my Annoying™ friends are very entertaining most of the time.
Annoying™ = kata nama khas.

The end of my very wordy post, because I don't have any photos to post up yet and my fingers are not working properly the joints kind of hurt ow.

The non-italian sucky lunch.

2009-04-15T00:52:00.008+08:00

I met Plutty at One Utama today (Plutty why you call me Michelle it sounds really strange - I wanted to tell you this on your blog but it doesn't have a comment function, or I'm too dum to find it, I don't know)

Awwww Plutty I missed you too T__T

I actually waited for you patiently, which is saying something because I am naturally angsty (like you hurhurhur), just because you are my friend :D

Photos stolen from Plutty, because I have just realized that she never sent me the photos we took together except for some really precious Jeff Timmons ones (hurhur), which means that I have dismally few photos of us saved in my computer.

We had Italiannies for lunch, and felt very cheated the moment we sat down and looked at the menu mahai it says from RM13.90 (cheat #1) and there was only ONE sucky set lunch which cost RM13.90 (cheat #2) because all the nice ones cost at least RM20 mahai siao ah you think my father prints money is it.

I ended up getting some cibai salad (which wasn't too bad if you overlook that fact that it is ridiculously overpriced for a pile of dum greens tossed in dum dressing with a few pieces of fried dum calamari on top, not to mention the excessively dum red peppers, artichokes (atrociously gross tasting) and olives).

Said salad.

The minestrone soup was nothing to shout about either, diluted tomato puree with random ingredients chucked into the same pot of soup, Kim Gary's tastes much better, I'm not kidding. Said soup on the left, in a gigantic bowl (half-finished - and I never not finish my soup!), next to a very spaz looking me, and the hand of the waiter who was in the midst of grinding black pepper on my salad.

Do not be fooled by the photo, because it tastes nothing like how it looks like mahai. The pasta was a tad undercooked (stiff and dry eeyer), and it tasted like pasta tossed in oil (which is NOT GOOD because we did not order spaghetti ala oil + one strand of leafy veg).

GAH lunch was a major letdown cheebye. I have had better lunches at the mamak outside my uni.

Price = FAIL
Taste = FAIL
Honest promotion = EPIC FAIL

No more Italiannies for me kthxbi.

Totally random photo of me being shocked by the sheer size of the flasher's mighty package.

Plutty we should do this more often, when you are done with your dum assignment partner (drown him in your college pool) and I am done with my finals, and after I have cooked up a scheme to murder the equally fucking dipshit groupmate of mine who keeps bombarding me with senseless questions to the point where I want to grind her head to the ground and shout in her ear until she goes deaf.

♥

By the way, Hugh Jackman looks positively yummeh *ooooo hamsap. I want to kidnap him and lock him in a cage and keep him as a pet.

I am broke.

2009-04-13T23:49:00.005+08:00

My latest (and most value-for-money) buys!

This awesome dress from Mimpi Murni, which came beautifully wrapped!! Only RM25 (not including postage) hurhurhur but it's a little tight around the bust. I would sacrifice comfort for vanity, I'm sorry but I'm a very shallow person.

I think I over PS-ed myself a bit but I swear this time I didn't use the bloat tool on my boobs. :D /hamsap

Who needs a pro photographer to capture your best angles when you have Photoshop hurhurhur.

I'm wearing a hairband with a giant bow in the picture above guess how much that cost me HAHAHAHAH RM1.90 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! RM5 for the entire loot HAHAHAHAHAHA!

There are actually some more stuff that I bought (work clothes which can double up as casual wear because I am poor and need to wear my outfits repeatedly) >__> but that is another story.

Me + online (and offline) shopping + not a lot of money = lethal combination.

I guess it's back to eating sandwiches for the remaining semester.

On the bright side, there are only 3 weeks left HAHAHA.

I saw this during a video call with Mr Tang. I'm telling you, this only ever happens in an all-male house.

I don't know how it is humanly possible to perch a stack of books precariously on the edge of a table, and still manage to balance the entire thing while putting a very large book on top of the stack.

The Sailormoon top.

2009-04-09T21:50:00.003+08:00

I'm not exactly a fashion forward person, because there are certain trends which I really don't like (like the mini-vest one, and the gladiator sandals one and the high-waisted shorts one), probably because they're too overrated and I don't have the body to wear 'em (ahem).

But there are some I kind of like, but will probably look like a retard wearing them, like the vintage clothes and the enormous bows that go on your head/shirt/skirt etc.

I have really few pairs of bottoms (only 2 skirts and one pair of shorts I like), because I've either outgrown the remaining ones in my closet - horizontally of course, or I don't like them anymore (but I don't know why - maybe because they look really unflattering on me). It doesn't help that I also hate shopping for skirts/shorts/jeans/pants because:

trying them on is a bitch
the ones I like can never fit me
they are either too long, too tight or too ugly for my liking

That is why I have quite a lot of tops (not A LOT but a substantial amount that enables me to wear a different top for a month without repeating it). I used to have a lot more (that was before I grew fatter, cibai) but I've banished them back to Kelantan because they don't fit nicely anymore. T_____T

I have recently realized that most of my clothes can fit a pregnant lady, most of them are empire-cut. And that I have a lot of dresses because they are easy to wear and comfortable to spend the day in.

Does that mean I am growing old? *does the Issac expression, palms on cheeks, mouth frozen in a horrified NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

I don't know why I am telling you all this. I think it's because I washed my Sailormoon top, which is blue with white ruffles and only cost me RM15, and the colour ran in the wash (hand wash some more mahai) and now the ruffles are tie-dyed. I wonder if I can still wear it and pass the previously white ruffles off as a faded tie-dyed blue.

This proves that I am in fact a super boring person, because I have been preoccupied by the Sailormoon top ever since I washed it yesterday night. I've gone to look at it for more than 5 times now since I hung it up to dry, but to my dismay it still looks the same. I must be going mad.

T_______________T

The Kissassy Assignment

2009-04-06T01:05:00.002+08:00

Oh lordy the last assignment I have left (individual some more mahai) is so goddamn kissassy I don't even know how to do it.

It requires me to tell a sob story about:

What I thought about ethics prior to taking this course/subject
What I think about it now and how I will use it to solve my ethical dilemmas in future

I don't think the lecturer would appreciate it if I said FUCK THIS SHIT ETHICS IS SHIT AND I DON'T BELIEVE NUTS ABOUT ETHICS.

So I started the 4-page review with a really kissassy sentence: 'I used to be really sceptical of what ethics really was yadda yadda' and guess what?

I have writer's block, halfway through a friggin' sentence.

Honestly I've never had a lot of experience in the kissassing department, I don't believe in kissing asses.

I think some people would have no trouble whatsoever with this individual assignment.

Like the person who used to feed the lecturers during his free time. The last time I saw, he was having tea at the mamak with the cleaning lady. He really goes all out, doesn't he?
Like the sissy bisexual bitch who apparently thinks he's THE gift to all mankind, but cannot spell EDITING (editting wtf sohai sial) to save his life, and starts a sentence with 'Else' (Else, we will have to resort to other means to kill him, the retarded nitwit).
Like the gung-ho politically-inclined balding middle-aged fatty who is now a social failure and has no friends haih so kerlian what to do. At least he can use his debating skills to complete this assignment.
Like the Laptop Hoarders who cannot spell TUPPERWARE and CARLSBERG properly but forever provide me with amusing things to entertain me and my friends with. Doublewear, anyone?

They should have no problem, since they all have one thing in common: they're faker than your average plastic mannequin.

Yes.

That should be enough.

PLASTIC CITY HERE WE COME.

I keep my brain in a TUPPERWARE. Where do you keep yours?

2009-04-04T23:25:00.007+08:00

Dumb packet of Chipsmore, sitting there nonchalantly, mocking me. It's not even 3 hours after my dinner and I've eaten three damn cookies. Big ones, too. Not the mini pondan ones that don't even line your stomach.

At Luna Bar last month, celebrating Shu Hui's birthday hurhurhur. I have a gaping hole in my stockings, no thanks to Mr Tang who sneakily picked at the run in my stocking and by the time I realized his handiwork, it was too late. He gave this contented smile and told me, 'well at least I ruined them so that you don't have to wear them again, they're fugly'

STOCKINGS ARE NOT FUGLY, NOOB.

O I just realized that Dannie's ape stance deserves a credit to his name. Apes are the in thing right now.

I've recently taken to calling Mr Tang 'n00b', because I love making names up for people I like. I also call my brother the n00b but in his (my brother's) case, n00b = real, authentic n00b.

Mr Tang = affectionate n00b.

We (Mr Tang and I)'ll be in a shop at the mall (or any place with a lot of people) and I'd go 'EH NOOB COME AND SEE THIS' and people always look at me all funny. Very amusing :D

Nursing a headache, which became less painful (but didn't subside though, dammit) after a buy one free one Grilled Chicken Sandwich at BBQ Chicken. I'm hooked on mystyle m-coupons. Quit worth it actually, considering that we only paid RM8 (plus the RM3.50 SMS coupon) each for a fenormous sandwich.

Said fenormous sandwich.

The last time I used the mystyle coupon was to buy 3 scoops of Lecka Lecka (and got another 3 scoops free yay!).

Same night during Shu Hui's birthday celebration, before Luna Bar. This was at Daintihill (where we also used the mystyle 50% dicsount coupon - what is it with mystyle, I swear that this is no conspiracy ok!). The food is quite good actually, I've got photos stashed away somewhere, need to find 'em.

I was wearing my skanky fishnet tights, which doesn't look that skanky in real life (since I'm short and them tights don't get stretched all that much). I have to pull them up to where my bra is, they're that long/I'm that short. Hmmmmm didn't have to tell you that.

As you can see, my cheebai friend (usually we just call each other cheebai for the convenience of it all) is scared of me. Her expression is priceless.

My n00b is watching some weird movie involving a deadly meteor + crazed serial killer + rapist + a gazillion other subplots, and is trying to brainwash me into watching the movie with him. NO I WILL NOT GIVE IN. I can hear the people in the movie screaming and crying etc (sounds a bit interesting, I like doomsday movies where everyone dies in the end), but then the person watching it is the same person who went to Penang and came back with 3 really fweird DVDs of Z-list zombies and dinosaur-alien-mutants running around an island, eating scantily-clad women with huge fakeass boobs and blonde hair.

Hmm.

SIEN

2009-04-03T22:47:00.004+08:00

My friend Eugene is not only Annoying, he is also very wu liao. No need to link him, he never updates nowadays.

(he disfigured all of us except himself, fucker)

Tangbaby recoloured my hair for me today :D

He got this hair colour pack from the Guardian warehouse sale last week (RM10 only!!!!) and after I coloured his hair there was still half a bottle left over so we coloured my hair too and now we have matching hair colour siao. The mixture was a really gross oxidised tomato ketchup red when applied, which made me worry about the would-be colour or my hair but then it turned out okay, not as bad as I thought it would be.

NO MORE REGROWTH YAY!

I trimmed my own fringe a few days ago, but didn't have the nuts (yes nuts, not guts) to cut off too much for fear of making myself look like a retard.

Have I gone soft in the head, I suck at wrting non-angsty posts.

I love dum people.

2009-04-01T21:58:00.004+08:00

I am still feeling very bitchy. VERY VERY bitchy. All the assignments have made me nuts in the upstairs department, and I in desperate need of retail therapy.

But NO!

My schedule does not allow such indulgences, nor does my wallet.

T___T

Anyway I just wanted to say that although this might sound very unkind/cruel/RUDE (since people already say I am rude what have I got to lose), but I find pleasure in laughing at people.

Especially dum people. Not dum as in literally mentally dum, but dum as in 'mahai so stupid one damn sohai this person go die better lo' dum. I don't laugh at unfortunate people, because they are kerlian and did not do anything to deserve being unfortunate.

Yesterday I saw this really dum guy, decked out like a dum preppy-lala-wannabe. Tight fitting muscle singlet, boardshorts, really fugly spiky hair (done with a lot of hairspray and gel), large shades, basketball trainers (branded, Nike I think).

Wearing shades + walking in a fakeass macho way + talking on the phone = surefire way to trip at least once throughout the day.

I FUCKING GOT TO SEE HIM TRIP AND ALMOST FALL FLAT ON HIS FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I nearly laughed in his face HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I also saw a girl-wannabe (the rich socialite kind) trip on the stairs at my uni, which cheered me up somewhat since I was feeling really pissy and tired.

Or like when the bisexual bitch got PWNed (he does not have any friends now, because he is a controlling domineering bitch of a non-man, that bisexual turd), that put me on an emotional high (Jeff Timmons plut!!!!) for almost a week. No make that a month, I get off on seeing pathetic people fucking epic phail.

I am really tired today. I don't know how long this is going to last but I have this nagging feeling that it will last a looooooooooooooooooong time, this workload.

p/s: I know you mean well and want the best for me, but sometimes I would really really like to do things my way. I know that you're worried about me most of the time, and I understand that if I were in your shoes I would probably feel the same way too, but then I wish that you would give me a chance to do what I feel is necessary. I know I have a lot to do, but I also know my priorities. I might not act like I'm serious about what I'm doing but I hope you'll trust me on this and I will tell you what you want to know when I have results already. I still love you as much, don't worry. :)

Bitch post

2009-03-30T22:45:00.003+08:00

Just because I swear and you don't, does that give you right to say I'm rude?

Does that make you a bigger, better person?

Just because replace words like 'fuck you' and 'mahai' with 'chicken egg cake' or 'fried rice', does that mean you're not swearing?

I DON'T THINK SO, you righteous prick.

You're just making yourself feel better by lying to yourself that you don't swear, when in fact your definition of 'chicken egg cake' is exactly the same as my 'mahai', just that the spelling and pronunciation is different, sucker. There's no need to be so self-righteous, 'oh I don't swear, swearing is rude!' when you very well know that you swear just like anyone else.

I faaking hate it when people go 'aiyerrr don't be so rude la'/ 'aiyooo don't swear so much la not good one'/ 'eh be more ladylike lah don't swear la' FUCK ALL OF YOU.

Please tell me in what terms exactly is swearing 'not good'? Bad for health? Bad on the eyes? I show you middle finger then you go blind is it mahai dumfuck.

I also cannot tahan it when people go 'ooooooooooooo kill me i just said fuck *claps hand on mouth*' so dramatic for fucks ah you think you are god meh shiao.

I have recently been going around telling people about 菜鸡林's lame cover of Real Man, because I think she is DUM (in caps) and cannot dance to save her life and the only reason she is famous is because she is retarded and people always root for the retarded ones, look at William Hung for god's sake.

100% of the people I asked (smart, all of them, I must say) agree that 菜鸡林 is

Back to my fthesis. :D

Piano

2009-03-28T21:54:00.002+08:00

I have been hooked on playing virtual piano of late. My Annoying (kata nama khas) friend gave it to me (strangely in the form of a Microsoft Excel file) a few days back and I've been playing with it religiously hurhurhur.

I even wrote down numbers for the keys on post-its and cut them up into tiny pieces to stick on the keys of my keyboard.

But the problem with my laptop, being the shitty Acer that it is, is that I cannot play (type) two keys simultaneously, which means if I want to play a damn chord I have to play (type) one note slightly faster than the other, which is a bore and a damn pain in the ass.

I tried playing two keys simultaneously on Mr Tang's (new and non-Acer) laptop and it worked! IT FAAKING WORKED!!! And the keys weren't as draggy as my (dum) laptop, which made the virtual piano even fun(ner) to play with.

But he wouldn't let me stick my little post-it cutouts onto his (dum) precious laptop.

*********

And I am sad T______T

How will things ever be the same again T______________T

I suppose I am (still) in denial.

When life gives you lemons.

2009-03-25T00:44:00.004+08:00

If life gives you lemons, throw them back at the fucker who gave them to you and demand at the top of your voice, 'OI FUCKER! NABEH YOU GIVE ME LEMONS FOR FUCKS AH! TAKE BACK! I WANT ORANGES! GIVE ME ORANGES!'

If someone talks about her boyfriend all the time at any given situation during every second, stuff any leftover lemons from above into her mouth, and for safety purposes, wrap industrial quality duct tape around her head, leaving two breathing holes so she doesn't die (you can use a knife or a sharp object for this).

If you do not like the dum friends that you friend hangs out with, remove the seeds from all the oranges given to you by the fucker who previously gave you the dum lemons, and collect them in a can. Dry the seeds, and apply cayenne powder. Throw seeds into said friend's other dum friends' eyes.

If you loathe all forms of authority, like dum prefects and disciplinary teachers, walk past them in a crowded area and slit their arms (or any other exposed parts of skin) with a small penknife. When they are trying to figure out who cut them, sprinkle lemon or orange juice into their open wounds.

If you simply cannot stand your dum teammates, dig a large hole in the ground at a (preferably) secluded spot in a park. Tell them that you discovered large amounts of gold in the hole, and when they believe you and go into the hole, bury them alive with the oranges given to you by the fucker who previously gave you the dum lemons. If you run out of oranges, you can ask the fucker to return the lemons that he previously gave to you and you unceremoniously threw back at him. For added effect, add water to fill the hole, lest they find air pockets among the oranges and lemons.

If you think the bi/gay person who is pretending to be your boyfriend's friend is a real fake, handcuff (use a furry leopard-print one, he will be happy) him to a lamp-post or traffic light in an area where traffic is packed. Squeeze the juice from all the oranges which are left over (you can always restock from the lemon fucker, not to worry), and douse him completely from head to toe with the juice. Wait for it to dry under the hot sun, and then set him on fire during peak hour.

*Note: will not work if the weather is not cooperative. Wait for a hot, scorching day for maximum effects.

The end.

.

2009-03-23T23:16:00.002+08:00

If you had a choice

To be really really smart (and kiasu) but faaking butt ugly

To be really really pretty but dum (and clumsy)

What would it be?

I DONT WANT A BOYFRIEND I NEED A REAL MAN REAL MAN REAL MAN REAL MAN REAL MAN REAL MAN

2009-03-23T17:19:00.008+08:00

I have always bordered an intense feeling of dislike for copycats.

I used to have this classmate back in Form 6, who got exactly the same bag as mine, and used it to school. Naturally I was pissed, because she asked me where I got the bag and the next day HELLO NEW IDENTICAL BAG mahai.

I also know a lot of people who say that they dislike being copied, but it is apparently okay for them to move in a group and wear/use the same things, talking about slapping oneself in the face hardeharhar.

It's okay if we happen to have the same bag/dress/top/thing but we have different styles, which puts the whole thing in a new perspective. Like if my classmate had done something different with her bag rather than use it exactly the way I did, I wouldn't have been so pissy. In the end I tied a huge bow to the strap of my bag and continued using it for a month or two until I got tired of it and changed bags.

Anyway back to what I wanted to say. I was googling 'Jolin Tsai Real Man MV' a few days back, because the song is so fucking annoying it makes me want to hurl, and surprise surprise I read that it's actually a pathetic cover of Lexington Bridge's Real Man.

For the umpteenth time, she is copying other people's songs and making them her own, which is nauseating, because she cannot sing to save her own life, and the only reason she is so famous is because she has big tatas (which are fake, obviously) and she is a famewhore.

I think she is gross, because it is very obvious that she had a lot of work done to her face/body. Apart from her tatas, I think she had cheek implants, because she used to have nonexistent cheekbones when I was in Form 2 and my classmates were really big fans of hers. Her lips also look different. She started out singing other people's songs too, I remember not liking her because she did a really shiteous version of some English song.

I'm not against plastic surgery, but I simply do not have much respect for people who go under the knife and then blatantly deny having done so.

And I find sick satisfaction in looking at her fugly photos, because I know she's fake + ugly + has no talent whatsoever. People who like Jolin are stupid/fug, because she is stupid/fug.

For comparison purposes, here is her Real Man video.

*edit*

I just realized (while forcing myself to watch the video after the Shiznit mentioned the Lady Gaga thing OMG FUCKING GAGA COPYCAT) that during the chorus, she dances like a plucked epileptic chicken with her arms flailing about like chicken wings, strutting all over the place as if she's in horrible pain. She's been accused of copying Agyness Deyn's perfume ad in her shiteous MV, just thought you would like to know.

*end*

And here is Lexington Bridge's kickass ORIGINAL Real Man.

I am feeling uncharacteristically bitchy today, because usually I am milder. Must be the weather.

For some shiteous reason the fJolin link is not working, I would embed a new one but Youtube is being a bitch, so you can Google sendiri.

Diet FAIL.

2009-03-23T01:23:00.002+08:00

今天我和邓国权还有他家的人去吃日本自助餐, 在Mont Kiara的Tenji。

有很多不一样的东西吃, 不想Jogoya那么恶心。

Ah fuck it I spent more than 10 minutes typing two sentences. The food was ok, considering the price (RM39.90+, after tax RM53.10) but we went for supper, which was from 9.30 pm to 12.30 am. Unlike shitty Jogoya, which served shiteous subpar food and the bald coconuts were only served fucking once, you could have as many bald nuts (sounds really obscene but funny) at Tenji.

I had 2 bald nuts.

Mr Tang had 4 bald nuts.

Together (not including the other 7) we had 6 bald nuts.

And I brought back two cones full of popcorn hurhurhurhur. Which has gone a bit soft during the journey back, by the way. Since there was already nobody in the restaurant (ok lah a few left) I spent a lot of time choosing only the ones covered in caramel hurhurhurhur I hate white pondan uncoated popcorn.

Went to Luna Bar last night to celebrate Lady Boss' birthday, and I had this rather watered down cocktail called Boston Beach Party. The waiter told me that it was a very 'hard COCKtail' so I ordered it, pfffffffffffffffffffffft not so hard also. But the ambience was very nice, and so was the annoying company.

I haven't removed my makeup yet, and it is already 1.41am. I got back after 12.30 from Tenji, and to be honest I am feeling really sleepy now but my diet EPIC PHAILED today so I must not sleep first.

I am becoming a very boring person, must rant about Jolin Tsai tomorrow about her new single Real Man.

Toodles.

stupid. i has it.

2009-03-21T01:01:00.002+08:00

Some dumbo tag I stole off someone's Facebook. I swear, after this I shall do my assignments/FYP, I SWEAR!

The first thing that comes to mind when you see this word.

1. Beer: is sucky, I prefer Kampai.

2. Food: I live for it.

3. Relationships: are stupid unless you find a person who accepts your spasticity.

4. Your CRUSH: Yan2 Wan3 Qian4 wtf I am a lesbian yay.

5. Power Rangers: white ranger used to be really hot.

6. Life: should be lived with 90% spasticity and 10% seriousness.

7. The President: YES WE CAN!

8. Yummy: Me. :D

9. Cars: are for picking me up.

10. Movies: forgot what a cinema looks like, haven't been to one for ages.

11. Halloween: is stupid because nobody wants to celebrate with me T_T

12. Sex: IS FREE AHAHAHAHAHAAH.

13. Religion: doesn't mean anything to me I am an atheist.

14. Hate: ugly people.

15. Fear: Clement Wai fear album wtf

16. Marriage: is overrated.

17. Blondes: ARE DUM

18. Slippers: are comfy and can be thrown at people.

19. Shoes: don't have 'em.

20. Asians: are hot, especially English-speaking ones.

21. Pass time: acting spastic/taking spastic photos.

22. One night stand: not for me, cannot find partner.

23. My cell phone: IS DUM

24. Smoke: gets in your eyes haha

25. Fantasy: is a stupid word.

26. College: I GO TO UNI hmph

27. High school life: had no friends T__T

28. Pajamas: hardly wear 'em.

29. Stars: ARE IN THE SKY LA MAHAI ON THE GROUND MEH

30. Center: is round.

31. Alcohol: IS GOOOOOD

32. The word love: only reserved for one person.

33. Friends: Joey IS DUM (how you doin')

34. Money: no enough

35. Heartache: is a waste of time

36. Time: don't have it.

37. Divorce: is impossible if you don't get married.

38. Dogs: ARE KEWL

39. Undies: must change more often

40. Parent: parent(s) you mean -__-

41. Babies: are annoying when they cry

42. Ex: hate em all

43. Song: NIL.

44. Color: don't know, anything except brown.

45. Weddings: good food nyum nyum.

46. Pizza: long time no eat

47. Hangout: I HAVE NO FRIENDS.

48. Rest: not now, dum

49. Goal: to become god.

50. Inspiration: Dr Selva wtf.

I can't believe I actually finished doing this stupid tag.