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2012-01-27T10:55:00.003+08:00

To sum it all up, our trip to Langkawi was a dream and I am talking about the food, the people, the island, even shit smells better when you are on vacation. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, and I am not in the mood to start my rants, ta-dah....!

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2012-01-13T02:13:00.000+08:00

Since my previous entry was done in the midst of finals, I never seem to find the time to actually sit down and let my creative juices flow with what my last minute studying and all. After 2 hours of consequent tossing and turning in my bed trying to recover the sleep time I lost from last minute cramming sessions, I gave up. My sleeping pattern is so fucked up these days because not only can I not sleep at night, I find myself dozing off haphazardly throughout the day. Just the other day I nearly banged my head on the toilet wall while taking a shower. As dangerous as it sounds, I was more amused at the thought of my capability to sleep while standing. The only mammal on the top of my head that can do the same is a horse. That pretty much qualifies as talent in my book.

Anyways, since catching some Z's is near to impossible right now, I guess this would be the best time to write an entry about my resolutions even though I am pretty sure I can barely keep up with it. Because of this I am keeping them really small, minute even, just so I won't overwhelm myself with high expectations just to discover that at the end of the year, I didn't accomplished any of it. So for this year I have made it a point to lower my expectations and start as I said earlier, small. After all the smaller the expectation the lesser the disappointment.

1. Reducing verbal abuse and assault/death threats.
I know it really isn't something you would want to hear from anyone because first of all it ruins your day and your mood. Second, I am pretty sure its a felony in some country, so that shows how scarring words can be. Plus, I am starting to realize that threatening others with words like, "I am going to cut you" or "I am going to pull your nipples so hard and make tiny ribbons out of them" perceives me as someone who is not, in a more polite term "healthy in the head". So yes, I vow that no matter how angry I get at someone or how much I would love to take a knife and stab them numerous times where they would bleed a slow bloody death yet be conscious enough to notice I am stealing their wallet, I would tone down my profanities and keep it to myself, especially because this helps save the embarrassment from people thinking that I have Tourettes.

2.Start reading the News.
I have already started doing this before the end of the year thanks to my current beau who won't stop nagging about my ignorance. By far my biggest feat, even though it really is what you are suppose to do, like squeezing at the end of the toothpaste and not the middle, or sitting while peeing when you clearly don't have the tools to stand. It's called sensibility. And to girls out there who have IQs less than a walrus, gossip columns aren't really headlines.

3. Exercise More and Eat ~~Less~~ Healthier
I'm ashamed to say that on numerous occasion I have been to the doctors because I tend to eat more than my tummy can handle and end up barfing it all out. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, trust me it is one of the most awkward conversations of my life, period. Because put yourself in my place, and imagine being told to eat the "right amount of food for your body"? Granted I don't have a large tank as it is proportional to my petite build, but really, being told how much to eat is like being reminded that the right shoe goes on the right foot ten thousand fucking times...in public. Just to be clear, this is totally different from Bullimia because unlike the ED I want the food to stay in my body. With my eternal love for sweet decadent food and the fact that I know I am not fat, you would realize where my predicament starts, unless I start feeling fat which usually follows up to my PMS. Still, even though I love my body, I still think it needs a little bit more toning up. Probably a few exercises here and there, nothing too drastic that I'll end up looking like a bulky gorilla, because really who are we kidding here. Ya hear that sweet marshmallow face of a belly? Ya gots to go.

4. Going organic.

Starting with my toiletries. As expensive as they are to stock up, I manage to switch my usual shower gel and shampoo to a more environmental friendly option. Unfortunately though I use 3 or 4 different types of body wash and shampoo in a week because I am one crazy mofo. Anywho it wasn't a massive step to take seeing that I am already a big fan of organic products since they have less harsh chemicals put in them so you benefit from it more. I am also going au naturale with my make up. I don't know what this has to do with "going organic", but less is always more. Plus it will motivate me to concentrate more on my beauty regime. oo la la~~~

So that's it. My New Year's resolutions. At least it looks a little bit more promising than "not skipping classes" or "not procrastinating my studies" or "save more money". Before I go, here are pictures from Pui Yee's birthday. Had dinner at Silver Spoon and took the party to The Beer Factory. One word : Awesome.

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2012-01-03T08:11:00.001+08:00

"Haters: they hate what you look like, whacha wearing, whacha drivin, whacha think about, whacha talk about...they fuckin hate it but you gonna have to understand thats the way it is.....Have you eva caught a muthafuka starin at you with the "i just caught the stomach virus face"?..you ever just out yo peripheral like.......like everything bout you just fuck with them." - Kat Williams

Honestly I don't really mine that I have haters because it reminds me that I am still relevant even to the people who loathe my guts and can't stand to be in the same room as I am. It is an inevitable vicious cycle that I myself am a part of. Still there is healthy hate, and there is the hate that is just pathetic.
Healthy hate as I like to practice is by bitching about that person while stalking their Facebook...of course most of the people I hate I have already blocked,so that leaves me and my imagination picturing all sorts of tribulations that eventually lead the people I hate to a slow, but painful death. Like a scene out of Saw. As sick as that sounds it doesn't really affect the person I hate, because unless all of my imaginations come true I don't see how I am hurting them.
Which brings me to the other method of hating.
The sad, pathetic practiced by ball-less low life kind of hate. A disclaimer : unless you are allergic to other peoples' happiness, it is a mystery how someone can actually choose this path. I imagine that they weren't hugged as much as a child or had to sleep in a kennel when they were a baby, but regardless of what the causes are, it really isn't an excuse.
Unless of course you have a face only a mother could love... which by the way really depends, because even Quasimodo had a heart of gold, and he, of all people should be hating on his parents for finding each other and giving him the wrong set of genes, or the whole human race as a matter of fact just because plastic surgery wasn't even introduced back then. Granted, he is a fictional character... so just omit everything I said after Quasimodo.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah..
Personally the way I see it is, for a person to devote their valuable time and effort without second guessing to post hate comments really is a beacon of how poignant their life is.
Can you imagine how hard it is to think of malicious slurs whilst pointing out all the instantaneous flaws you find the millisecond you open their blog, and worse of all not being able to take any form of credit for it because your low self esteem only goes so far as to only enable you to hide behind anonymity? Sure there are certain high breed assholes out there who can do this effortlessly, but bitch please, if the highlight of my life is to listen to an asshole, I might as well lock myself in the room and hear my own fart. Get it? Fart cuz it comes from your ass hole? I'm funny aren't I?
I would write more, but I really do not want to insult those who are already insulted by my presence but still insultingly comes here often to be deliberately insulted, because really, it is insulting. Like comparing your geography test scores to a sloth. Or claiming that you are better than Helen Keller at a game of spot the not.

Happy New Year everyone!

P/S : I really miss writing, even for short posts like these despite harnessing the vocabulary and writing skills of a 6th grader. New Years resolution #87247793 : to write more on blog
P/S/S : I find this song very addictive

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2011-12-15T13:35:00.001+08:00

The Beautiful Bday Boy

Just the sweetest couple you could ever meet

I love food too much not to not mention it :

Once again, my portion turned out to be much bigger than le boyfriends.

*FISTPUMP*

MINE

HIS

I don't know why, but I've been realizing that unless I was doing the photography on my own... I can never seem to pose alone in front of people. I get all shy, sweaty and anxious that while everyone was trying to take an individual picture of me, I can hear Jean's voice in the background telling me to "breath"....Like I was in labor or something. You know how they stereotype Asians and their love for the camera? Well, in public, it is safe to say I manage to break that stereotype. Believe it or not anything public related scares the shit out of me. That is why on first impressions I always come off either quiet or arrogant.

Luckily for me I did manage to salvage one decent photo of myself by reducing the flash in my pupils and preventing me from looking like the living dead. Loved this photo so much, it has become a default on my fb. Puahahahaahhaah. =)

Still, I think pictures are best taken with company. Case and point,

The coolest couple you could ever meet

Once again, Happy B'day to the wonderful person in my life. Congratulations, you are now legal to go to jail.

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2011-12-13T22:12:00.001+08:00

Those who know me would probably know my love towards food, apart from the usual things that come with ~~an individual having a vajayjay~~ being a girl. Don't get me wrong, like any girl out there I am constantly living with the fear of being thicker, of course, unlike most girls out there, I dismiss the thought as soon as I realized that you are an idiot if you pass the opportunity to good food.

Round 1 - Checking out a good place for le boyfriend's birthday. Wasn't too hungry, but still manage to eat.

His

MINE

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Round 2 - Believe it or not, Breakfast :

MINE

HIS

In case you picture me as an abusive girlfriend who deprives her significant other of food, in my defense, he had two other plates of food but because they weren't nicely arranged, they weren't camera worthy. Don't blame me, I wasn't the photographer.

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2011-12-08T23:37:00.001+08:00

A background story before I go on :

Le Boyfriend and I got into a fight the day before I was planning this, and since I hate confrontation I ignored him all night. That was when he got bored and started checking through my cell to find that I was texting with someone more than I did with him in one day. That someone, happened to be a friend whose Mum happened to own a quaint cafe called Little White Cafe (more on that later).

Anywho, long story short since I was put on the spot and I wasn't very good under pressure, I came up with the next lie that popped out of my head. A party for my ex. Probably not my smartest move, because I ended up caving in and told him the whole plan after I saw how down he was.

It might not have been a surprise, but since in my mind I had already planned for one, I decided to go for the next best thing. To write it on the cake. Granted, it wasn't his Birthday yet, but still, who doesn't like an early celebration? I know... idiots and creepy old people

The best thing about having someone you know who happens to own a cafe is that you can ask for favors, and what better way then to personalize your own cake, eh?

Honestly, if they didn't keep an eye on me while I was at it, I would have probably piled up the cake with everything in my sight and it will end up looking like my laundry basket. It tastes better than it looks. Their recipes were the best cuz the cake turned out moist and it was just the right amount of sweet.

Red Velvet

Had my lunch earlier when I was done with the cake and it was delish. I ordered the Veggie Lasagna and gobbled it all up even up to the burnt cheese at the side of the bowl (which, of course everyone knows is the best part...mmm.....burnt cheese). If you asked me, a meal here leaves you as satisfied as any home cooked meal leaves you, and I am not being bias just because I was hungry or that they were kind enough to let me trash their kitchen for the day. Nope, if it wasn't good, I would have probably uploaded the pictures of us posing with the cake. Like this one :

or this one :

and ended it with a brief description and a BITE ME. which reminds me,

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2011-12-04T22:03:00.000+08:00

Two posts in one day!
It could only mean that
a) I have such a great life going on that I can't help but to ~~gloat~~ share it with my non existent readers
b) I am making up for my lack of posts
c) I am procrastinating from studying.
d) All of the above.

Anyways, Baim's absence from the bowling team left us no choice but to substitute him for Jean. Not that it was a bad thing, since he managed to score the highest. Unfortunately for us, we were at the bottom of the competition. Still, everyone in the team managed to get a strike...something I know I could never do if I ever were to play...I would probably hold the record for most consecutive gutter aim and as long as the blind and the handicap don't join, it is safe to say that the title is still mine to own.

Group photo!

We actin' like bitches cuz we can.

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2011-12-04T21:36:00.002+08:00

Thanks to the lack of sleep and the ever growing pile of ~~incomplete~~ assignments, I was sick on the day of our Genting trip...~~so excuse the fuckface from yours truly~~

Anyways there wasn't much to do in one day, and since it was raining most of the rides were closed. We did manage to go on two of them though, so our trip wasn't really a waste. The fresh air was a good change and strange enough the cool weather helped with my sniffles.

In the cable car, the boyfriend suddenly got all "environmentalist" on me and started raving on how it was such a waste to cut down all the trees to make way for development... I get where he is coming from, but I didn't want to be a hypocrite by saying I agreed with him, since to be fair, most of the developments comprises of malls.

It's like saying eating meat is cruel when the longest I could ever go without meat was less than a day.

or that I prefer natural beauty when I put tons of gunk on my face to hide my flaws.

or that I love being ~~a midget~~ fun size when 88% of the time I am in heels.

Still, if you think about it rationally, you can't help but agree. I admit, I do too.

Me, sulking after the fifth time being told to stand straight for the camera. Something we all know I can never do. I seriously think I have a worm problem up in my ass that inhibits my ability to stand up straight long enough for the camera. It is a disease I tell you.

Best part of the trip apart from spending the whole day with the significant other?

The samples at this shop. I came out of the shop literally full after going around it.

Don't judge, you would do the same too.

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2011-11-20T16:18:00.005+08:00

Addiction

You know that rush of adrenaline you get when you know your time is about to end and there is nothing you can do to stop it but embrace a tragic and gore death? Like an episode straight out of Saw where no matter what the guy does, he will always end up a bloody end. I am not sure if it describes my situation, but it is similar (somehow, in this twisted head of mine) to the feeling I get when I am flat broke and still manage to get myself a pair of shoes. It is as if I thrive on the rush of living on a 5 ringgit a week budget. Yes you ~~heard~~ read me right. FIVE.

To be fair, I have been looking for a pair of ankle boots for a while now, so you could imagine how excited I was when I found a pair that was in my size ~~and wasn't sold in Gap Kids~~.

I know, I know. It's 100 degrees in Malaysia and only superficial eejits would be dumb enough to parade around in footwear like these....but you'll be surprise at how many eejits there are out there...and my motto is;

If you can't beat em' Join em'.

And you would think with only 5 ringgit to spare, I would lose the extra kgs and look emancipated by now. No sirrreeee... because my life only revolves around my sad budget, I have to put my gym sessions on hold.

God knows why even when taking pictures, I can never stay still and my head is always crooked. It is as if I have ADD and can't seem to pose long enough for the 5 sec timer to go off. Oh wait. I do.

Oh look.. rain. weeeee...

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2011-11-07T21:29:00.000+08:00

I love how gorgeous the background looks despite looking like crap after 8 hours of working in sky high heels. I would blame my lack in the height department (as the root of all my problems, really).
Will probably be on hiatus from now on since I have tons of things to do.
Adios muchachos.
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2011-11-03T13:07:00.000+08:00

If you ask me, I would agree on a couple of stereotypes out there about Asians.

One of the many being our love for rice and money.

But the number 1 most undeniable stereotype of them all?

Our adulation towards karaoke.

Case in point,

So what if class starts at 9?

Fuck that I am going to sing my heart out for 3 hours.

And I can... cuz I'm asian.

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2011-11-01T00:30:00.000+08:00

Going through old pictures I realized I made some pretty bad choices over the past years in terms of my appearance. Like dying my hair blonde or ever thinking I could pull off a tube top with ginormous honkers without looking like a Thai prostitute (back then I was a little thick).

One of the reasons why I love going down memory lane is for the good laughs.

Plus it also makes me realize what a better version I am of myself today.

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2011-10-30T11:49:00.002+08:00

I will let the pictures do the talking :

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2011-10-22T00:16:00.000+08:00

Haven't been the best blogger, I know, but for once my social calendar is so pack that I don't even have the time to go online for more than half an hour.
Currently in a state of bliss despite the havoc surrounding me with what my assignments and projects.
Will be going on a road trip next week. Just hope that I pack my sunscreen ~~and pray to god that I lose 3 kilos just in time to fit into a two piece.~~
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2011-10-02T12:16:00.000+08:00

Its only the second week of Uni and its already draining half of my youth and enthusiasm (or whats left of it).
I would post pictures, but 16 hours of sleep does not do you any good.
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2011-09-24T22:10:00.000+08:00

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2011-09-17T22:39:00.000+08:00

FOOD PORN

I'll miss home.
Last minute packing.
sobsob
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2011-09-16T23:18:00.000+08:00

If you ever want to look effortless and crisp clean, white to me is always a no brainer, especially when you have one of those days where you stare in your closet for a good half an hour to discover that you have nothing to wear.

I have mixed emotions about starting my fourth semester on Monday mainly because I am anxious to lose the extra kilos yet I am not ready for the stress I'll be enduring from all the studying.

Cheers to a new semester.

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2011-09-11T20:51:00.000+08:00

"Ahh hair"

If I had the choice I would never be caught dead in a pair of jeans or anything long for that matter. Because height is a very sensitive issue for me I feel it cuts off what little length I have of my legs. So you can tell that its pretty unorthodox for me to wear one for the day especially since I am no where near my Uni campus.

Blowing it away from my face, is the pouting too much?

I did at one point in my life swore to lay off the shorts and skirts and start wearing more pants. You should have seen the amount of jeans I bought, I even stopped shaving my legs to discourage me from wearing anything above the knee, so you have to give me an A for effort.

Unfortunately my ambition of wearing pants more often was short live and I started to shave my legs back. Occasionally I do put on my favourite pair of jeans case and point, today (to be honest they were jeggings) just so they don't feel unloved and unwanted. Trust me, jeans have feelings too.

The "I got hair off my face" pose

And hey, sometimes they aren't that all bad....

I call this, "The Squating Confused Monkey". Genius

.....Of course thank god heels existed with it.

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2011-09-06T12:23:00.003+08:00

Deer in headlights, much?

Apart from the usual upper uniform (the tank top), I also prefer over sized flowy tops for every day wear just because of its versatility. That and the fact that it comes in very handy during unexpected binges. The minute I saw this pink number, I knew one wasn't enough, so needless to say, I bought two.

Come to think about it,I really should start exercising more, some places are getting a tad too snug.

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2011-09-04T16:25:00.000+08:00

I am no Katy Perry, but I do share the same amount of love towards colours and idiosyncrasies. Case and point, the outfit of the day. At times, (or maybe all the time) I love the eye popping nature of my closet which consists of colours rather than the basic black and white. Till this very day, due to my goth-punk-emo phase ~~or whatever you called it because I was a poser~~, my closet still consists of unworn clothes that I got for Christmas during my preteens which pretty much explains the candy cane hues. My fondness for colours however, quickly grew with me and I find myself constantly pairing bold colours with quirky patterns - another obsession of mine these days.

Failed attempt at whipping my hair back and forth ala Willow Smith

Some may cringe at my choices, but what can I say. Different people have different tastes, and who knows I might change mine in the future.
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2011-09-02T14:35:00.002+08:00

To be honest, I feel most comfortable wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. With what the heat and all I have no choice but to make the most out of it and colour coordinate my outfit to my destination; the ice cream parlor. (Ice-cream = sweet = -_-")

I have a habit of eating an ice cream to cool off, and since it is practically summer all year round here in Malaysia, you can probably bet that I enjoy my icy treat almost every day. It helps cope with the stress and discomfort caused by the heat, some even say it prevents heat stroke.

(source : IMCMQ)

Showing off my heels I bought at Forever 21 ages ago, doesn't it just scream summer?

Oh and before I forget, wishing to all my Muslim readers a "Selamat Hari Raya", I am sure most of you are probably in your kampung celebrating your butts off and having the time of your life - unless you're like me in which Raya is just another mundane day where you wake up to cartoons and cake. Story of my life.
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2011-08-26T15:32:00.004+08:00

My attempt to vlogging. Please don't laugh. I was nervous.

P/S: Sorry for the low video quality. Blame the laptop.

P/S/S : I say "yeah"a lot. -___-

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2011-08-25T01:22:00.000+08:00

At times of stress before Finals started,

I can always count on my Girls

I know I haven't been updating on clothes, but please be patient. I am too broke to even buy batteries.
I SHIT YOU NOT
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2011-07-21T00:29:00.001+08:00

Eat, Drink and Be Merry is the key to happiness.
Of course you have to have company to do so. I know I haven't been posting much materials on this blog, and as much as I like to keep things personal as little as possible, I can not help but feel happy for Baim, who was the birthday boy. Turns out wishes do come true in the form of his significant other. *tears up*
Anywho, heads up; will be on hiatus due to finals. I know right? boo to the hoo.
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2011-07-16T13:41:00.000+08:00

Somehow a spontaneous trip to KL managed to overcome my claustrophobia (at least for the day) and it didn't seem to bother me that much that we had to cram ourselves in the car just to get there. The minute I heard "KL" I knew I had to tag along ~~even if it killed me~~.

So there we were, all five of us, fresh from a long day of class, and still as energetic as ever.

Echo being the rich bitch that he is, was on a mission for a Lomo cam called "Diane". I really do hope that there are some readers of mine out there who are just as outdated as I am about this thing, because words just couldn't describe how out of place I felt when the others were awing its presence. In my defense, it looked like an overpriced disposable camera, though I must admit after seeing the picture it produces, I get why people pay so much for it.

Still,

not my thing.

One word : Hungry

We still had tons of energy left, and after gobbling up our dinner, I manage to persuade the gang for a quick trip to Sephora.

Can you see the excitement?

Have I mentioned how much I love spontaneous trips to KL?
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2011-07-11T13:44:00.001+08:00

OHMYGODIJUSTDISCOVERDGIFIMAGES!!

Does this make me a total noob?

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2011-07-09T11:04:00.000+08:00

If internet dusts existed, my blog will be covered in a blanket of it.

I'm so sorry, for the sporadically long hiatuses.

My life is now revolving around endless marathons of tests and quizzes that I can honestly say with confidence, am ready to flunk for.

The stress of it all is killing me. Like downing uranium, I am in for a slow but painful death. These days I don't even bother putting make up on and despite looking like a zombie in day light it is safe to say that when it comes down to vanity and my overdued assignments, my priorities will definitely be on my education. Currently speaking, I have an upcoming test on the following Monday and Friday, and despite (as usual) not studying shit until the last minute, I can still afford to procrastinate my revision. Heck, come to think of it there is 24 hours in a day. Plenty of time right? (This would probably explain why I can never get the best of both worlds; looking fresh as I sit confidently for my tests)

Anywho.... for those who are in the same boat as I am, and you wake up one day to find that your face has lost its "glow" and in its place are monster zits strategically located in case you ever thought of auditioning for the role of "Pizza Face" in a Fast Food Musical, here are some tips of mine that I found very helpful during my stress period.

1) If you are anything like me, and I really hope that you are not, stop by all means putting so much make up on your face. I admit I always put on gunks of concealers on my face to give the illusion of a smooth luminous complexion. Trust me, during your time of stress, it will make things worse, because these stuff block your pores. I don't care if it says its non-comedogenic on the box. If I put a bag over your head and poked one or two holes in it, by the end of the day, you would still feel suffocated. Invest on a really good sunscreen, and lip balm. The weather is getting harsher, you will need the SPF.

2) Don't over wash your face. I went through a period where I had four or five ginormous zits on my face and my biggest mistake was over washing it. You only wash your face twice a day, and that's it. Mental note, keep your hands away from your face and try suppressing any urges to press the shit out of your nose for blackheads. Otherwise you will end up like me, who spent a fortune to remove the scars.

3) Sleep is tres importante'. Now when it comes down to assignments and sleep, I learn a hard lesson to prioritize on the latter. Sleep is important. Despite having a scarring nose, I found it recovering quickly after a few days of good rest. Bear in mind, you are not a robot. If your assignments aren't done, breath in and relax. If you didn't want all this stress, you should have done it earlier.

Anyways, I know that this post isn't much and most of you would probably stop visiting anyways, but to those who are dealing with what I am dealing right now, hang in there. The certificates are worth it.

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2011-06-21T23:55:00.002+08:00

I wish I was more active, unfortunately I am too swamp with Uni work. The stress is killing me, and my face. =(
Will blog soon.
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2011-06-01T19:35:00.003+08:00

I read somewhere that one of the most essential piece of clothing in a woman's wardrobe is

a well fitted coat.

It could be the models gracing the pages or the colourful fonts they used, either way I knew I had to own one and have been obsessing eversince......

So..... imagine my joy when I found one that complimented my petite frame perfectly. A useful reminder before some of you embark on the coat searching journey

1. And I can't believe I am saying this but, Patience is virtue.It may take a while to find "the coat" but trust me it is worth the wait.

2. Prepare your money. This advice is useful for those who are in the same state of broke as I am. Be prepared to make the investment, because a good coat can help you go through any fashion disaster. ~~And If you lucky bitches do have the money, why stop at one? buy one of every colour you lucky whores~~.

3. Neutrals are the safest. You don't have to be bold because in this case you would want to make full use of said coat, therefore by buying one in a neutral colour, your options will be endless. Pastels are good but please please please stay away from black/white. White for obvious reasons - they get easily dirty while Black is just too dull....unless you are forty somthing, than that would be a smart choice..

Good Luck!

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2011-05-26T12:18:00.001+08:00

Good News : The long awaited outfit post is here

Bad News : I only have one photo

I kinda made a pact with myself ~~yesterday~~ recently -

Not to buy anymore clothes until I have worn everything in my closet.

Unfortunately, I was coerced to break it with a few recent purchases, which come to think about it, weren't just purchases, they were an investment; a basic necessity in every girls' wardrobe. After all, everyone needs a decent coat ~~or two~~.

Anyways, I bought this dress a while back, and it had a certain Blair Waldorf-esque to it. Definitely too short to prance around classes in, but who cares?

I don't get out much, so my only fashion stage would be during classes.

Plus, it helps with my avidity towards education and the whole learning process. It really does.

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2011-05-22T09:46:00.000+08:00

The Loves

Random pics of our 2nd week of class.

Nothing outstanding really. The weather was scorching so we decided to go for cendol.

I know, I know, if it revolves solely around my friends and I going about our daily routine as do people around the world, why bother post it, right?

"BECAUSE IT IS MY FUCKIN' BLOG."

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2011-05-15T12:40:00.003+08:00

Pui Yee and I camwhoring while celebrating my birthday.

Yes people, I am officially 20!

Initially I was all psyched to complain about my horrible first week in Uni, but after a few days of breather and away from all things negative, I find myself despite being broke....happy.
Like when I started off the week withdrawing some money to pay the house rent, to find that there was a glitch in the system and instead of paying my rent, I am *** ringgit poorer for no apparent reason. Freaked out, I called the bank and even though they assured me that they will eventually reverse the money, it might take 2 to 3 months to do so.
I thought by then, my week couldn't get any worse. Unfortunately this is my life we are talking about, so crap like these aren't put to a halt so soon. No sireeee.
They multiply into bigger pile of crap and little did I know, this week somehow turned out to be a series of test on my patience and virtue. In a way it could also possibly pass as a very good pitch for a comedy skit.

Before I continue, I would really like to thank my friends for playing a huge role to my many failed suicidal attempts, ~~because without them I would probably be burning in hell as we speak.~~

Like when I got back from my class to find a huge red gash on Navid

(I love that I name my car after a jew, I feel so ethical bahahahaha).

Words just couldn't delineate how I felt at that moment, and as a matter of fact, when I called my friends, none of them could quite make out what I was wailing about except for the general profanities that one could probably be slurring their heads off and still be comprehended.
All I could remember at that moment was a continuous ringing in my ears and the only way I knew how to stop it was to set the cars around me on fire and jump in the fiery flames, and I end up kicking the bucket with a bang, and possibly 5 or 6 people cursing me in the grave for setting their cars on fire.
Fortunately for me, I mustered whatever sanity I had left and drove away from the situation while I waited for my lovely, lovely, lovely bros who waited for the appropriate time (the next day) to tease me about my bawls.

I repaired Navid the following day, but as I mentioned several times before, am definitely a believer in Karma because long story short, I now know what it's like to be on the other other side of a hit and run.
After the accident, my will to live was short mostly because of the somber sight that is my bank balance.
Plus it didn't help that I was fined by Uniten for thinking that I own the parking spaces there. -___-"

Point is, no matter how unlucky you think your week was or how many times you fantasize about diving off your building floor each time you look at your bank balance, always bear in mind to quickly slap yourself hard on the face and resort to the only rational and effective thing you last think off.

Turning to your family.

And for me, my friends are like my family, and thanks to them, I made it through the week without a scratch on my body ~~and a hole in my pocket.~~

That and starbucks. There is something very therapeutic about drinking that miracle elixir in disguise. If ever I was having a crappy day with only 20 ringgit to last me for a week, this would be my pick me up.

The same day that I was dealing with Navid's misfortune, Adeeb called me up for an outing with Noryang who just got back from the States.

True story : As soon as I saw them all financial woes were forgotten

(bahahahah I wish, but it did do me justice to get out of the house).

My eyes looks swollen, I know

Highschool reunion, pretty awkward since i only knew 5 of them.

So yes, suicidal attempts 0. Friends 1. Looks like a pretty stiff competition if you asked me.

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2011-05-02T15:01:00.004+08:00

For the sake of updates, I recently attended a wedding. And thank god it was tastefully done. By "tastefully" what I really meant was ;

a) It was done indoors.

I absolu-fuckinly hate basking under the sun, let alone being covered under a blanket of heat. That, and to be honest not the biggest fan of marriages and what it represents. So to be stuck in the middle of a matrimony sweating like a pig is just one of the many awful scenarios I could think off. This is number #623.

b) It was well ventilated and most importantly, air conditioned

Case in point. I hate sweating mainly because of the stickyness that comes after. Therefore even if it was done indoors and they were still too cheap to pay for proper air conditioning, it would still be considered as a bad wedding in my book. Just saying.

c) The wedding theme was nice and not OTT done.

Themes include the decor, food and most importantly revolves around the wedding gown.

By "just nice" I am pointing out to all delusional people out there who think they can pull off the cheap looking colours on even cheaper fabric. For example if you really wanted to wear gold, don't settle for canary yellow, it is your wedding after all, (unless you are planning for another one, by all means make all the mistakes you want). And for those of you who are eager to retaliate by stating the price of your repugnant pathetic excuse of a wedding gown, behold you are living proof that "money can't buy style"

So yes, the wedding was very nicely done, and I am not just being bias because the bride is related to my best friend.

I would go on and write about how my dream wedding would be, but I haven't really thought it through yet. All I know is it would be a very small and private ceremony.

No kompangs. No sparkly oversized flowers. No boiled eggs. No flicking me with water.

No whatever you do in a traditional Malay/Chinese/Indian wedding.

Just me in a simple white gown,

my significant other,

a handful of the most important people in our lives,

a custom made cake that complements the flowers around the ceremony,

and a harp playing in the background.

(even though I am not a fan of marriages, I still am a fan of weddings - at least mine to be exact)

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2011-04-28T00:11:00.001+08:00

WANTS

1. Bella Bamba 3d blusher by Benefit
This blusher is amazing, fell in love the minute ~~100th time~~ I tried it. I know I sound bias since it is Benefit, but it is definitely worth the money. Just wish my pocket can say the same.

2. Vitamin C capsules by The Body Shop
This 28 day radiance challenge looks promising. Than again I am a sucker for beauty products.

3. MiuMiu knockoffs
As much as I adore bling, I don't really like the original studded ones. That and the fact that I could never own a pair of MiuMiu originals.

4.Wedges from F21
Had my eye on this eversince I saw it last Tuesday.

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2011-04-23T23:54:00.003+08:00

Sitting at home with ample amounts of time to be wasted leaves you back to day one;

planning what to do with the spare time you will be having.

I never really did stray far from my daily routine in the first place (don't know why I am realizing it now), sure there were the reinventions that occupied 45 minutes of my day and the outings with a few friends, but that only took about a week of my holiday.
With not much to do, alas, youtube is my saving grace.
From make up tutorials to stand up comedians, I browsed almost everything and anything that came to my mind. From Funny pets to Really really funny pets to Weird Ads to Nadya Suleman to How to know if you're mexican, (and the list goes on and on.)
You name it, I have probably searched for it. In case that didn't give you an idea on how pathetic my holiday is going, I even succumbed to my intolerable infatuation for drama. If I couldn't get it from my holidays, might as well relive it thru videos rite?
which leads to me stumbling upon this advertisement. I was searching for sad short films, for the sake of a good cry...
(don't look at me like I am some low life, if no one searched for it people wouldn't have put it up in the first place)

Am I the only one fascinated by the fact that even though I don't speak a word of Iranian, I still managed to understand the storyline? Could it be deja vu? Was I reincarnated in my before life as the bird itself? Could it be that I am actually a Russian spy who knows 43 different languages but memory is still suppressed and can only be triggered until I am needed for my next big mission?

As much as I want all three of my speculations to be true and go "Yes I was a magic bird who was hired by the Russians because of my ability to revisit my past"... it is just too bad that the more logical explanation is that this ad is a lot similar to the one that Yasmin Hamid directed in 2007.

So who copied who? Team Yasmin all the way, after all she couldn't have stolen all of her other moving masterpieces. Just saying.

On a completely unrelated note,

Phone Sex brought to you by yours truly,

(don't pretend some of you haven't been doing the nasty, its like telling me boys don't secretly jack off in the shower)

I would continue, but they are kids who actually read my blog, SO let's keep things discreet here, people.

Just to prove to you that I am not a complete nutcase, here is a photo of me and Jayne doing what girls do best in changing rooms.

FML I need leg implants.

See? I'm not totally mental rite?

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2011-04-13T22:59:00.000+08:00

Whats up my pretties?

Sorry for the week long hiatus, and I have a very very very good excuse for it.

Here goes;

Unfortunately for me I bought the wrong type of batteries for my camera. I didn't even know there were such things because as far as I know it is only the sizes that matters. Anyways without batteries for my camera there won't be any updates on my outfits, therefore not much materials to post on my blog......until, it suddenly occured to me that I can blog the stuff I have been doing whilst on my semester break.

YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY US!

Initially, looking for a job was on top of my list but unfortunately for me I can never stick around long enough for one; hence it's a waste of time. Plus no one is going to pay you if you only work for two weeks, in case some of you ever thought of bailing out after two weeks of work like I did. -_______________________-

Anywho, with all the spare time in the world on my hands I decided to do what I do best; concentrate on my vanity and boost my ego. Then again, what self respecting girl doesn't? I really do believe that there is no such thing as an ugly girl, only lazy ones. True, you might not strike a pot of gold in the genetics department, but who says you can't fake it? So yes, the solution?

"Reinvention."

Madonna, Britney Spears and Prince all went through countless reinventions to upgrade themselves and I say it is a good enough advice to be taken by us mere mortals. There are numerous ways of upgrading your look, whether it is semi permanent like getting a new hair do or a lifetime decision like a tattoo.

Funny that I mentioned that because way hay, I took the plunge and did both, and I am loving it.

I has a tattoo, now I is cool ya'all

My kitty tattoo upclose, in case you were wondering

Redhead

Aren't these just the best reinvention? I love love love that I finally took the plunge and coloured my hair red.

So how are you guys going to upgrade yourselves? After all there is always a better improvement for a better you. So wether it is the hairstyle ou have been dying to try but never had the guts. Or the piercing on the lower lip that you find utterly attractive yet ridiculously useless. I say take the plunge and just do it. After all you only live once.

And if you are a big of a chicken as I am and would rather not go for permanent changes, do what I do and fake it. Spoiler alert : The hair coour only lasts 28 washes, and the tattoo is a fake one in case I change my mind and want a flower or a dinasour instead. We all know how fickle minded I can get. Puahahhahha

Goodluck!

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2011-04-02T19:33:00.001+08:00

I absolutely adore colours... especially ones that just seem to

POP!

I might be way behind this trend, but I noticed there has been a lot of colour blocking going on. Colour blocking is if I am not mistaken, is a method of mixing and matching different colours that stand out into your outfit to create a whole different look.

Think emerald green with royal purple or electrifying orange with a romantic red.

The pictures I took don't do me any justice thanks to the crappy camera, but imagine my shoe in a much brighter shade of greenish-blue, it really stands out in real life, and I just love the gold colour at the side of it.

Here is a better example of colour blocking by the The Man Repeller herself;

How genius is that? So is this look a yay or a nay?

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2011-03-30T12:32:00.003+08:00

DELETING THIS BLOG..

KIND OF

I have been known to be blessed with the gift of the gap. It can be a positive or a negative thing, depends on how you look at it. In case some of you don't know what that means, it means that I have ~~balls~~ an insatiable habit of speaking my mind out without thinking twice of the repercussions or peoples feelings. That being said, I am going to change the whole concept of my blog just because I feel it has become a little too personal ~~and besides, nobody really gives a shit.~~
So this blog will be hosting my outfit pictures, random shits, brief updates about my life - again, nothing too personal ~~like who I would want to beat the shit out an feed to the chickens or my non existent love life.~~ No more.
I am going to be twenty soon, and that being said not to follow my emotions too much. If I am upset about something I will express it in other ways. Like ~~killing that person and chucking their remains in a river and pretend they never existed~~ exercising or baking or better - shopping.
(I know I am going long about the age thing, fuck off I am having a mid life crisis, yes at 20) .

For the sake of formality, here I am impersonating a blow fish

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2011-03-22T00:08:00.001+08:00

What do you get if you subtract a year worth of feud, add a 50% coupon for sushi and power it to mutual love and passion for shopping?

GIVE UP?

I only look short because she was wearing heels. Just had to point that out.

ANSWER?

Your BestFriend back.

Celebrating Haris (dimples) birthday

Still, I would never trade ma' hommies for any other. They are the reason behind my previous post.

Sometimes you can have everything, even if they think of you as a chick with a dick, just saying.

And for that I am thankful.

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2011-03-11T17:25:00.007+08:00

I can't believe how fast time flies by. I am officially going to be 20 this year and I am almost done with my first year in degree. Word on the street is if I keep myself on the right track, I might be graduating next year....and by "street", I meant according to Dahlia.

Not sure if the info is legit since I don't keep up with my University's updates, but I'll take her word for it.

Even though I feel a tad older since I will be dropping the "-teen" at the back of my age, on a lighter note what better excuse to go shopping? My wardrobe is in need of a major makeover from premmie to adult.

So hello to a new look ~~and a burn in my pocket followed by days of starvation.~~

I am in love with high waisted shorts. I used to think that you needed curves to pull the look off, but I am very happy with my latest find. A pop of colour; just the right shade to describe my personality.

LOUD.

I am also equally ecstatic about my new pair of oxfords. I have been searching for one for quite some time, and found it the same night I reconciled with my bestfriend. We bonded over sushi and of course our love for shopping, and I must admit, as much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there is no denying we would all be a little less rich without them.

A perfect ending to a perfect night?

Definitely.

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2011-03-07T17:46:00.001+08:00

I know, I know, it's a tad too early to come up with a birthday wishlist, but just in case some of you were wondering what to get me.

Sorry for not blogging lately. Will make up for it. Finals is just around the corner and I am literally shitting in my pants trying to catch up with what I have been missing this whole semester.

I hate it when my conscience has the last laugh, she can be very insensitive at times like these. -___- FML.

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2011-03-01T09:29:00.001+08:00

Been going crazy lately from all the shopping I have been doing that I am forced to live on nothing but dried crackers and milk. One thing for sure, the hunt for "The Shoe" was a chase worth while.

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2011-02-19T12:29:00.003+08:00

Every now and then I get the ocassional questions about my looks, and who do I take up after. Without fail I would be struggling with an answer because of my uncertainty. Honestly adoption jokes aside, I don't think I look anything like my parents. The toddler version of me resembled most of my Dad during his skinny years and when I was about 7 or 8 I looked like my Mum. And then I got fat and my Mum referred me as the lovechild of an Ah Long and the lady who sells vegetables at the night market. -___-" Which explains not only her sadistic humour, but mine as well. ~~Thanks Mum.~~

Flash forward to present day, somehow my looks differ from the norm of my parents and I look neither like my Dad, my Mum or a nationality for that matter. I don't look Chinese. I don't look Malay. Nor do I pass as a Caucasian. So whatthefuckam I?

I am still trying to find out what ethnicity I could fit into and then go on with my life lying about my heritage but it's no use. Call it motherly instincts, my Mum would always know when to push my buttons, and she is effortlessly punctual especially when I am having one of those days. It amazes me really. My Mum would often tell me how weird looking I was and that if I were taller I would have been the face of Benetton. Her compliments are weird because somewhat they come across as degrading, which is a talent come to think about it. Like how when I was fat she used to call me "Budak Tetek Besar" and told me to take it as a good thing. I was 12 at that time, and it didn't occur to me that it was a form of sexual harassment, mind you I woud have sued the shit out of my Mum if it wasn't for her cooking. Anyways, because of that I have a minute fear of having boobs. ~~Again, thanks Mum.~~

Still, given a choice, I would not want to look any different. Unless, if god asked me if I would like to swap my face with Vanessa Hudgens, in which I would probably get a heart attack from joy and end up waking up in Hell. booo.

You know how they say if you want to see how a person ages all you have to do is look at their parents?

Guess I will never know.

On a completely unrelated note...

Wasn't too sure on what to wear that day, and finally decided to go with the simpler outfit.

Life's hard.

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2011-02-17T14:15:00.002+08:00

Good news. Came back and found my camera unharmed on my study table.

Heee...Which only leads us to my outfit shots.

Was feeling princess-sy, and noticed that most of my clothings in my wardrobe were either black or floral printed. -___-" A little bit more raiding and I finally concluded that my choice of clothings like me, need some growing up.

FML, can't believe I am going to be 20

Here is a snippet of a lyric from my current favourite song. Funny how I can relate to this;

He was young, he was hot,

he made me feel alive.

so in love I was falling,

ooh, it’s early morning.

He took me in his hands

and squeezed me real tight.

I was humbled and so joyful

depending on this guy;

he didn’t last very long

a week or maybe two.

when he called me on the phone

saying baby I don’t love you.

Just another one-way love

always giving never getting.

And now I feel so stupid

it’s like a deja vu

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2011-02-11T11:41:00.002+08:00

Ironically my previous post was about how I preferred hanging out with Guys as oppose to Girls.Well as much as I do prefer, please note that this does not mean I intend to stop hanging out with girls anytime soon. I do have some, who I go on occasional outings with, for example my current housemates. And just for rectification for some of you who are in a state of confusion right now, these are not the same "dearest" old housemates ~~from hell.~~ My current housemates do not own a cat and they do know a thing or two about hygiene. Thank god.

Anyways, here are pics of our night. As much as I love explaining what we were doing in each one, I am sure you can figure out how much fun we had.

Ain, Albar, Dahlia and Moi
(Alya is the one taking the pic of us)

We slept at 2. Way past my bedtime.

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2011-02-10T13:51:00.003+08:00

It’s been a while since my last prattle and despite my awe-inspiring ability to come up with jibberish in 5 milliseconds flat, I haven’t been finding enough time to actually sit down in front of the computer and conjure up, in my opinion; a decent blog post.

Not until I started Uni that I realized I have come a long way since my acne adolescent years. From hairstyles to wardrobe to genres of music, I find myself listing down only a handful of things that remained the same like my love for chocolates or Britney Spears.

Favourites and priorities I never thought would change somehow subconsciously did for me throughout the years, and even though I hate admitting it, I know I have grown up. For instance I would never be caught dead watching reruns of Lizzie Mcguire or come to my senses that getting a boyfriend isn’t as fulfilling as I thought back when I was a pudgy sixth grader and as for the circle of friends I made back then, they aren’t exactly the same as the ones I currently have.

Ever since I started boarding school most of my good friends were girls. Often do I come across dim-witts who come up with the impression that I surround myself with dumb booze drinking loud mouth party chicks just because that is their notion of me and personally I am offended. Contrary to popular speculating beliefs, I choose my friends and it is safe to say that they are very much educated as well as morally and religiously integrated girls thank you very much.

These days I find myself longing for the companionship of a female like I did back in highschool, and even though I had a brief friendship in Uni a while back, I never really regretted calling her my best friend, but that’s a different story.

Anyways, I hate it when people think I purposely surround myself with guys as if I had the luxury of making it a lifestyle choice in the first place. Too many times have I mentioned that my Uni is a friggin sausage fest, and for some who still can’t manage to interpret what that means, please don’t hesitate to shoot yourself.

Even though I would never in a gajillion years give up my old girl friends, I must admit that having male companions does have its perks and indeed I have come a long way since my shy timid teenage years of having a close knit group of girlfriends.

Needless to say I would never trade my new friends either because spending 85% of my time on campus has made each of us closer and life would be less bearable without them. Plus, if I ever did I would probably end up walking alone in the hallways.

With every cloud there is a silver lining and even though I am not a big fan of seeing the glass as half full, the odds are against me as each semester breezes through faster than the last.

So here are my reasons why I prefer to hang out with my Guy Friends rather than the Girls I have just been acquainted with.

1. They Don't Judge

I could tell them that I stand while I pee and despite the cringes and the awkward pause, they would still be my friends without judging the fact that I don't have the proper instrument for a stunt like that. Or in my case they would forget that I was a girl in the first place and reply "So?".

2.We Eat At Same Speed

The thing about me is I hate waiting for people, especially when I am done with my meal and they are still halfway through theirs. The one thing I don't understand is why can't some girls eat faster? They talk a lot more than the average male, I am sure that is enough to maintain the stamina of the jaw.

3.We Eat, period.

I hate girls who complain that they are fat right after a meal. Most of the girls who do don't even have meat in the first place. I know that I am guilty of that, but hearing someone doing the same is irritating. Therefore being the only girl in the group, I wouldn't have to hear the guys complain about packing a few kilos, which makes the whole experience of eating that much more enjoyable. I love food. Surrounding myself with people of the same adoration makes my adrenaline pump and my eyes roll to the back of my head with pleasure at each bite of my food.
If the scenario, were to however involve a fat chick complaining about her waist I would be in a real dilemma. Do I tell her that she is ~~a whale~~ slightly overweight? Or do I deny it?

4. Honestly Honest

Which brings me to the fourth point. You can always count on a guy to be brutally honest, because dudes will express their point of views. I like that about guys. If you don't want to know the truth, why bother asking for an expecting answer? You are better off talking in front of the mirror and showering yourselves with things you want to hear. Of course, people who practice this will end up in an asylum. True story.

5. Drama? Nooooo

You can never intentionally offend your guy friends. I tried on various occasions and it was an epic fail, eventually it all ends the same; banters amongst each other lasts as long as the day does. There are once or twice that we do hurt each other's feelings mind you boys aren't just a walking pair of balls, but it ends in ways far more civilized than girls. No backstabbing. No lying. No payback.

6. We Share The Same Sense of Humour.

As much as this scares me it is a good thing too. None of us are easily offended and despite how lame, stupid or vulgar the inside joke is, it never fails to leave me laughing. Most girls don't get my humour, and as much as I love my old girlfriends, I can't just tell them a sex joke and expect the to roll on the floor laughing. It would be awkward, and I would probably get "the look".

7. Boys tell you about boys.

After all who better to know the opposite sex than the opposite sex themselves. Numerous occasions do they help me decipher the complicated species, and even though I know they secretly feel like sawing their ears off with my problems, they are always there to listen without fail.

So if you ask me why I am mostly surrounded with guys and not girls? Ignore the fact that I am taking engineering, you did before anyways. These are my reasons but it doesn't mean I would give up a day of hanging with any of my girl besties otherwise I would have to make do with my Mum being my bridesmaid. The horror I tell you.

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2011-02-03T23:34:00.000+08:00

I love them

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2011-02-01T22:34:00.000+08:00

Met Qissy-Poo

Since Mum ~~stole~~ took my camera ~~behind my back~~ there won't be any new pictures of my outfits until she returns it. Which means, no outfit post until she releases it from hostage.

I am currently in a love-hate relationship with my bangs. I don't know how this is going to help me look mature or make people take me more seriously, but oh well, hair will grow. That I am sure of.

I think I am starting to have cavities from all the sugary goodness I've been consuming.

Macaroons, Ice-Cream, Frozen yoghurt, Cakes, Chocolates and Cookies and Mum is starting to get worried for both my teeth and health.

Sago Santan - all time fav Malaysian dessert

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2011-01-16T11:14:00.000+08:00

New Shuuuuz!

I know.

Shortest post ever.

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2011-01-10T10:00:00.007+08:00

Swear to god, this was candid

The pose

At one time I went through my Punk Rawk phase and back then, I thought myself as hardcore, despite not looking like a raccoon or never participating in a mosh or attempted to commit suicide. So for the fun of it I relived my love for Avril Lavigne, and decided to dress up to the theme.

How hardcore can I get?

I say; very

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2011-01-08T20:10:00.003+08:00

Coat + Tube

It's been a while since I posted my outfit pics, and just for the sake of it, here I am with unwashed hair and zero make up. For this year my new years resolution would be to try and tone down my outfits, but loud and colourful nontheless.

(Yes, yes, I know I am wearing a very skimpy tube dress, I did say try didn't I?)

That being said, you will probably see me in less cleavage bearing tops.

(at least according to the person who calls me "Itik")

Come to think of it, I haven't discussed about my new years resolution have I?

To be honest, I haven't thought of one. At least not lately, not that I'm content with myself or anything....It's just that I've been trying to keep track of my last years' resolution. Unfortunately, to this day, I have forgotten each and every one of them. So heres to a New Year, and probably an update on my last years resolution which I hope I get to do it this year.

Where do I start? Where do I start?

So much has been going on that I am overwhelmed that the year is so quickly over. This year I am going to be 20, and depressing as that sounds (I have Gerascophobia) I am actually looking forward to being more matured, but minus the ageing signs.

People have come up to me and told me that my biggest flaw is the fact that I am too frivolous and immature. At that point all I could think off was to pull out my imaginary bazooka from the back of pants and shoot them in the head. Then again, if everyone tells you the same thing, they might be on to something.

For starters I hate losing. Hate it in everything that I do. The minute I know I am failing, I quit. Any sign of my incapability and I shut my system off and stop whatever I was doing for example fighting a losing battle in an argument. If I am positive that I was right to begin with, fuuh you would be in heck of a debate, but if I was clearly in the wrong braise yourself for The Worst Fight Ever, because believe you me, I can be that childish.

Fortunately for me, I have friends and family who nag me to the point where I realize that there isn't a "reset" button in life. *sigh* I am still working on that, mind you. Whether it is in my non existent relationship, or my relationship with my Mum. Hopefully the new year brings me a new attitude.

Then again that is what we all hope for, but very little achieve. Have I ever mentioned what a pessimist I am when it comes to motivation? I rarely look at the glass as half full.

Second is my prudeness towards sharing. I hate sharing. I grew up an only child. Sharing goes against everything I believed in. Fullstop.

Thirdly - I would not be a weakling. (This is for me to know and deal with, on my own). By weak I don't mean I am going to buff up and join the Woman's weight lifting team (don't be stupid), by weakling I mean spiritually. I am not going to let people affect me, ~~as much as it does~~. I am going to be strong, and like the main goal - mature.

Some how the thought of me growing up is hilarious. After all I still hold my Mum's hand while crossing the road, and my peers see me as their underage companion, still.

Fingers crossed.

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2010-11-17T16:12:00.001+08:00

A spontaneous trip to Port Dickson was worth the 2 hour journey on the KTM to Seremban, the sun burns and the sore backs.

The trip back to KL on the other hand, was horrible. I never knew that KTMs had a coach specially for women but what annoys me is that some people forget that they have balls. Somehow the womens coach ends up being filled with guys, and to make matters worse it was filled with low life immigrants who apparently can't read. I will give it a benefit of a doubt that they are illiterate given that they came from a less fortunate background, but I am sure they would notice the gajillion stickers of womens silhouette on the KTM walls? I bet you that they were inconsiderate enough to dismiss it as a sanitary pad ad. Still, if I was a guy, it would be uncomfortable to step into a menstrual designed coach, even though there wasn't actual pads on the wall. Or the fact that majority of the people in the coach were Females. Pfft.. this is why I am against public transportation. The LRTs are still bearable, but not the KTMs and the buses.

You can easily catch an illegal immigrant on a bus and as a matter of fact I think the cops should start practicing it. Or do they? It's a brilliant plan come to think of it. There is no way they can run or hide, and even the most desperate attempts to escape would be to no avail because there would be cops around the bus.

Or they could jump out from the window onto a busy road and get road killed. Either way is fine by me.

On to a lighter note. My trip.

If a picture is worth a 1000 words, let's just say that my trip was indescribably fun yet short. Can you guys believe the things we did in just one day?

This one sums up the day.

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2010-11-13T00:50:00.001+08:00

Happy Birthday Tania!

It didn't struck me you were Indonesian, but loved the bak-soh =^.^=

So get this, I have never in my life met Tania before, and she is a mutual friend of Dahlia and I. Looks like I manage to meet up with a UNITEN student afterall. Funny thing was everyone that attended the party was a mix of something, not that it was important or anything but I find it amusing.

Yummy Cupcakes.
P/S : I am allergic to peanuts, but the icing was worth it.

Don't know what this is called, apparently according to my Mum it is very much associated with Indonesian culture.

The B'day Gal

Smile!

Practically everyone that came

I really am short! FML

Making the most out of a pool party

I was suppose to be on a strict diet today, too bad for the yummy cupcakes.

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2010-09-25T13:39:00.000+08:00

I know, I know, and I'm sorry for the hiatus. While I am at it I would also like to apologise for the furture hiatus,due to my upcoming Calculus and Static test. Grrr.

Good News : I got myself a pair of new shoes

Bad News : Broke again
Ugly News : I have less than a week to take in Calculus, in which I intend to do on Monday.

Today's outfit left me in a little predicament. Jacket on or Jacket off?
Too bad the weather made the choice for me because as soon as I left my house I was sweating like a pig.

Footnote : And yes, I know the hand on the head pose is getting a little bit old by now. I'm getting sick of it too, but then again, I am not a model.

I've got a really interesting upcoming post in mind, but it takes too much effort and time and right now all I want to do is curl up on the living room couch and watch reruns of Glee.

Speaking of tv, meet Ren form ANTM cycle 14.

I love Ren.

lol.

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