Listless January 31, 2009

I am feeling particularly bored, now that I’ve finished my Illustrator assignment like 8 hours ago. I’m so bored that I’ve resorted to stalking people’s blogs, leafing through archives and discovering not-so-hidden pasts! But yeah, in the past two hours I learned a lot about two strangers and how their lives were intertwined.

Anyway, I’ll be going back to Kampar tomorrow. I’ll have to spend the day window shopping in 1 Utama cause that’s where I’ll be meeting Kar May. I swear, I’ve trudged through enough malls this week to put me off window shopping for a month. The worst thing about window shopping is that you don’t necessarily shop. As for me, I can’t exactly shop now. Got to save money for my braces in case (touchwood) I don’t get my PTPTN. Now excuse me while I wash my mouth with soap.

I tried on a denim mini skirt (the straight type, not the flared, ruffled kind) yesterday and they fitted heavenly. They even looked good on me! This is an amazing fact because I have never found a denim mini that looks good on me. Well, except for one. Bought it for CNY last year, but it either shrank in the laundry or I grew fat, cause now it’s obscenely short and excruciatingly tight.

Speaking of fat, I need to show you two pictures. A comparison of 2008’s CNY and this year’s CNY.

2008. Excuse the haircut.

2009.

Look at my arms. So.friggin.big.difference.

If it makes you happy, yeah I put on weight. -_- But I am not happy now. How did all that weight got on without me noticing?? I swear I need to eat breakfast everyday while I’m at Kampar now. I bet it’s because I always skipped breakfast hence the gained weight.

You know what’s my current impulse buy? A satin vest. A white tank top (but that’ll probably be worn for years. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for satin vest). Grey tights. White patent pointy toed pumps. A pinstriped fedora. A knitted beanie. Long slim legs wtf.

Yes I do realize the last item cannot be bought. Luckily I’m taller than my parents and *most* of my relatives, so compliments like, “Wah, so tall already!” (even though I haven’t grown vertically in the past five years or so) feeds my ego a little bit. Just a little bit.

But my ass is very big-lah. Anybody has any recommendations on how to reduce ass size?

On a random note, I was contemplating asking the boyfriend to sleep over tomorrow night but then I realized I have classes on Monday.

O_O

Did one week pass by so quickly?? The start of classes means more replacement classes, and since Tuesday is a Perak public holiday, woohoo more replacement classes.

Actually, I would very much not like to jinx it, but I haven’t skipped any classes yet. I know very well that once I say this out aloud I’ll miss at least a class.

So I hope my recognition for it might counter jinx the jinx. Ha.

On a very emo note, I’ll be going back to Kampar in the late evening. Most definitely halfway travelling the sky will darken. I dislike travelling at night. It’s very depressing. :(

If I had my own car I’d travel in the morning so that I can travel in the bright sunlight. And when I reach my destination there’ll still be light. I don’t know why it feels like there’s a close when you travel somewhere and the sky starts to darken. :( But it’s not my car so I better not complain. Especially since the two bags I brought back to KL has now sprouted to four bags. =X Thank you ah Calvin. I’ll give you clues as to what Kar May wants for Valentine’s Day as thanks. Hahahaha

Because the cow said so January 30, 2009

Happy Chinese New Year.

Unfortunately it’s not so happy for me right now because I cannot think of what to draw for my Illustrator assignment.

Boohoo. :( Woe is me.

Rum Jungle January 25, 2009

After discovering PS Actions yesterday, I stole pictures from Sheryll’s blog and edited to my heart’s content. Last Saturday, a bunch of us headed up to Ipoh on the pretense of clubbing.

At first we wanted to go to Sincero, but then Amelia mentioned of a new club near Sincero, which was Voodoo. Went there to scout around, and found that Voodoo was really nice, but the people there were like close to zero. Drove around the area as it was full of little clubs, and we chanced upon Houz (which according to Amelia was small, but popular). So in we went.

The scene is more for yuppies, and we were the only ones dancing. A few days later I found out that almost everyone knows everyone in Houz. So…yeah. But anyway after like an hour we bailed and went to Rum Jungle.

My first ever clubbing experience was in Rum Jungle, and the last time I went there (Friday), there were only like, five groups of people max. At least this time there were more people. But I don’t think many C’s will enjoy going there as there were more M’s there. But it’s okay, they weren’t the Mat Rempit kind of M’s.

So the “we” included Apple, Mx (who at first didn’t want to go. No mood wor.), Amelia, Jeremy, Sheryll, Sheryll’s friend Sushi, Sushi’s friend (now boyfriend) Edwin, and I. Pictures ahead!

Sheryll and Jeremy.

Sheryll minus jacket and Jeremy.

Hahaha. Of all the pictures I edited, this is my favourite. Apple must be super happy that her hair colour is damn obvious here. And Mx will be glad to know that he looks less deranged after being edited.

I like how my hands look so long here. And spot my (actually, Kar May’s) nail polish!

Lol Mx looks like he’s having some deliciously horny fantasy. xD

And Mx also looks like a friggin’ alcoholic here.

HAHAHAHA omg I love the caption on Mx here. xD I’m such a genius.

Lol. I think that head at the bottom of the picture belongs to Sushi.

Spot that Malay guy behind Jeremy. He dances well! And apparently he didn’t have enough, cause when the club closed he went on top of his (or his friend’s??) car and danced there.

Like this picture because the effect hid my extremely big-looking hips.

And this is my favourite picture of the night! Possibly cause I look nicest here, except for the weird thing with the hand. Oh well, all the better to see my nail colour with. Oh yeah that’s Edwin, who’s now Sushi’s boyfriend.

Wanted to make a thought bubble on Apple but couldn’t think of what to write. Check out Amelia’s curls! And Sheryll looks like an extremely drunk person trying to carefully pour alcohol inside the glass lol.

Amelia and Edwin!

And I look eyebrow-less here. Must make mental note to not pose full frontal when using flash.

Okayy, I didn’t realize until I edited the pictures that Apple’s lips were dangerously close to mine. Apologies at the noob camwhore angle; it wasn’t my camera. (Hah, excuses)

Amelia’s fake looking tattoo lol.

This picture looks great! Except for Apple’s expression hahahaha.

I added eyelashes on Apple. xD Wanted to do the same for myself, but the eye was at a weird angle. Kind of sucky how you can’t rotate Photoshop brushes. Or can you?? Someone guide me!

The pony necklace that Amelia was extremely proud of the entire night. *huffs*

Good shot. Must have been me. Ohohohohohoho~

Apple minus dark undereye circles and Sheryll.

Sheryll and I. Eyebrow-less again sigh. Maybe I should consider going to Brownaissance lol.

He looks like he saw a guy flashing. Or two girls making out. Or two guys making out. Obviously not a girl flashing. That wouldn’t be the right facial expression.

One is drunk, the other is hyper.

But not drunk enough to pose. Camwhore. Tsk.

I had an awesome night! I had to; I didn’t have enough fun on New Year’s. Haha.

Pictures were taken with Edwin’s camera, not mine. Effects which might be extremely lomo-fied were courtesy of Deviant Art and I. I will be having so much fun editing pictures in the future!!

fluorescent lights January 24, 2009

I really don’t like taking public transportation during the nighttime. There’s something about staring out the window as the skies darken, and the yellow tinged streetlights dim out everything in a non-romantic way. But the main reason why I don’t like to use public transportation during the nighttime is because of the fluorescent lighting inside the transport.

I’ve never been averse to fluorescent lighting, and I couldn’t understand why people always said it was “harsh”. But obviously, that was before I started taking public transport on what you call a “frequent-basis”.

Imagine coupling a long distance journey on the bus or train at night, together with some emo songs. Recipe for an eye opener on how bleak life is.

Yesterday I took the KTM back to KL, which was okay, I guess. The biggest and main spoiler of it was that they played Poseidon on the tv. I have never watched Poseidon before, so I welcome any activity to take my mind off sleeping (actually, I saved a book to read on the train. And yes, I don’t sleep on public transportation. Security issues.).

Poseidon is by far, the most depressing movie I have ever watched.

I mean seriously, there have been many movies about people dying a cruel and horrible death like Final Destination, but this really takes the cake. At least in Final Destination, they can’t foresee how they’re going to die, but in Poseidon they’re like sitting ducks waiting to drown.

Actually, they’re both pretty much the same but Poseidon is really more depressing than FD. I rate it the #1 worst movie to watch on a public transportation. The #1 depressing scene in that movie was when the few of them had to cross the lift, and the waiter was the last guy to cross. Poor guy, he was so nice to even insist that the old man go before him. In the end, both their weight was too much and the old man had to kick the young waiter down to his impending horrible death (the bottom of the lift shaft was filled with sharp, stake-like things, and to top it off, the blazing lift fell down on his corpse).

It got me thinking, how horrible it must be to know how exactly you were going to die as you fall down, onto a sharp, piercing, bottom.

I swear, this is the last time I’m taking 2nd class on the KTM. The only difference it has with the economy class is probably the tv, and since they’re showing sucky movies, please, let me have the economy class. I’d rather watch rolling paddy fields than a sinking ship.

How did a rant about fluorescent lights changed to Poseidon? Nevermind, at least they both have something in common: depressing.

On a brighter note, I discovered Photoshop Actions today in Deviant Art! A little slow, but damn do I love this feature. No more lomo camera for me!

emergency bitching January 22, 2009

yesterday my classmate told me that i needed to look for our internship adviser, Ms Eng, to give her information regarding the company i want to intern for.

when i went to meet her today, she said that another girl from my class was also interested in the same place. said girl is mentioned in the previous post, and said bitch had already went to see Ms Eng earlier than me.

i could feel my blood boiling already when i found that out. the conniving little bitch had applied and gotten her email replied as well!

i swear, if she gets in and i don’t, i’m going to make her uni life a fucking misery. by accident, she happens to be in the same group as me for one of my subject’s assignment. i will fuck up her coursework’s marks.

of course, that’s only if she gets in and i don’t. i’m not that evil. *smiles sweetly*

if we both get in…God. i don’t even want to imagine working with her. i think i will apply to change to another magazine if both of us get in. Cleo or Marie Claire would be a good option.

but still! geez, i really hate those sort of girls who just copy copy copy without their own stand. just yesterday night i was surfing around some review blogs, and i chanced upon this blog who reviewed in an almost similar style to mine. minus a lot of the passion and number of words, of course.

but that’s not so bad, as i discovered her blog a few months back. what really made my hackles rose was that she started sort of a sub-blog, to help sell off pre-owned clothing. guess what she put in the titles of that blog.

Reader’s Request. WTF. That’s almost the same as mine, except that I put Reader Request with a number at the back.

seriously, can they not come up with their own words or titles??

internships, assignments, and more January 20, 2009

oh my, it’s certainly been two hectic weeks for me. a direct plunge into assignments and clubs. next semester we’ll be having our internships, and we already need to fret over it now.

last thursday we had a briefing for our internship semester. let me regale to you a story about a girl who has no backbone. not literally. okay so this year we had a few KTAR students come into our class, and during a tutorial class last thursday a few of us classmates and two of the KTAR girls were talking about internships. then one of them asked me where i planned to apply. i said i wanted to apply to Blu Inc. she then proceeded to ask me what company is that. i told her it’s the publishing company that publishes Seventeen magazine, Cleo, Men’s Health, etc. she was like, oh okay.

we have to fill up this student particulars form to decide where we want to be placed, and on monday, guess what i saw? the KTAR girl, under the remarks section, wrote there that she wanted to be placed in Blu Inc. the little bitch! it’s so blatantly obvious that she only decided to go there because i talked about it. i mean like wtf, she didn’t even know about the company. my hackles rose when i saw it, and i swore i would be highly pissed if she got in to Blu Inc and i didn’t. obviously i have stopped being nice to her.

but anyway, i have no reason to be mad at her now. at least, for now. it’s not confirmed yet, but last week i sent in an email to Blu Inc enquiring about their internship programmes, and they replied me today! too bad there’s no allowance though. maybe i should enquire other places as well, and see if they offer allowances. hehe. anyway, if all goes well, i will be the new intern for Seventeen!

oh btw i’m having constipation. not enough of veggie these two weeks. teehee.

i’ll end this entry with a picture of myself.

Hahaha narcissism at its best. Go see Apple’s blog for her version of this picture.

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Busy busy busy January 6, 2009

Argh I’ve been so busy these past few hours! The emails just keep pouring in…

*commercial break: wtf I was on the phone with Davin and suddenly this Mx came up and scared him and Davin was like,” OMG WTF WTF. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU AARGHH WHY YOU COME UP SCARE ME”

Lol I couldn’t stop laughing. Am still laughing now.

*end commercial break wtf

As I was saying, the emails from the other blog keeps on coming. I did like, five reader requests, one advertisement and one long review today. So tired. So freaking tired. But somehow I’m on a high now. The feeling is like drinking cough mixture.

I’m also extremely tired from walking around almost the whole of Taipan today. Met up with Shereen, did my stuff at BSN, and walked around with her.

Btw, I did the awesomest side parking, ever, today. I even took a picture for proof!

Took me two tries. *smug* I’m pretty proud of it, if I say so myself.

(Layan me-lah, it’s my second attempt at side parking after getting my license ok.)

Had ice cream at Leo’s while Shereen had her lunch. Before we left, guess who we saw?

Tan Pek Ngoh. And her ickle high school daughter! She’s wearing the same orange name tag as us ‘06 graduates, and I kept on wondering why a Form 1 student was out of school at 1.30pm.

Shereen then reminded me that she was five years younger than us, so I did the math 19-5=14

Well, she should be in Form 2  then, right??

Except that this year, I’ll be 20. Technically I’m still 19, so obviously my mindset is that I’m 19.

Anyway, TPN’s daughter is in Form 3. I feel very old.

That just means I’m becoming more mature, and on my way to freedom!

At least, I hope so.

May I tempt you with some ice cream?

Mmm, chocolato. 98% chocolate, 1% nuts and 1% maraschino cherry.

Because I’m Worth It January 5, 2009

The following entry has no relations with the title. I just didn’t know what to put.

Anyway, I’m surprised that there are quite a few people already in Kampar! Including Davin. He just got there today. I’ll be up on Saturday, so wait for me! In the mean time, please spend as much time as you can with your beloved 2nd wife, so that I can have you all to myself when I come up.

Only five more days till I see Davin. I don’t know whether to be thankful, or excited. Thankful, because these five days will be our time alone; then it’s seeing each other everyday! Excited, ’cause I’ll be seeing him. But yeah, I’m mainly excited now.

Meeting up with Shereen tomorrow to pass her our books. Hers and mine. Silly girl wants to read the GG novels in chronological order, so I’ll have to pass her mine and then she can continue reading them. At the same time, I can return her the books I borrowed from her! Finished five books in less than a week; that’s how bored I was.

So anyway we’ll be having ice cream at Leo’s, Taipan tomorrow. You’re welcome to stalk me! I need to go to Taipan anyway because the nearest BSN branch is there, and I need to get the PTPTN online form password. Aargh PTPTN, so troublesome, you’d better loan me some money soon!

So in these five days, I’ll be enjoying my last bits of air conditioning in  my room, fairly good internet (God knows if I’ll even have internet when I go back) and home cooked food before I’ll be deprived of them for…two weeks. Two weeks, cause after two weeks there I’ll be back here again for CNY. Whoopee.

I want to buy a book (two books?). Suddenly I am craving for some Haruki Murakami books; it seems like I read a lot of his works, but when I Wiki-ed it I found out I only read three of his books. It seemed a lot cause one of his books I read was a collection of short stories. It’s been a few years since I read his books. Bits of talking cats, senile old men, long lost sons fucking their mothers and crazy suicidal girlfriends flood my mind.

Since I have no more reading material, I am resorting to reading old books. Namely, Sweet Valley Junior High. Is it me, or were their “problems” so juvenile?? I must be growing old.

Ice cream tomorrow! Mmm, I can’t wait.

Hello, 2009 January 2, 2009

I was just thinking the other day how 2008 was such a great year for me. Then my thoughts drifted back to my high school days, and I thought of 2004. 2004 was a bittersweet year; I had a lot of fun, but I fell out with my best friend then. Even though we eventually made up, things just weren’t the same anymore. I had my first boyfriend that year. Consequently, I broke up with him two months later. We never did anything couple-like, like hold hands, hug, kiss and stuff. But I was glad. Then it was the year I had my PMR. I got straight As, and that was really good.

2005 was the year I went into the Arts stream willingly, thus losing a lot of my friends. Most of my previous classmates went to the Science stream, but only a small handful went into the Arts willingly. It didn’t matter, because I gained new friends and finally knew how it felt like to get #2 in class. *big wet eyes* All in all it was just an okay year – nothing special.

2006 was probably another one of my happier years. Even though it was the SPM year, I still had a lot of fun. I also had my fair share of stress trying to study, but yeah.

2007 was one of the worst years I ever had. Emotionally. But it was also the year I went into UTAR and made a lot of friends. When I went to UTAR, I expected to be friendless, because of the language barrier. Also because I’m not the type who approaches people first to make friends. So Kar May, thank you for speaking to me! Mwah mwah mwah! The whole gang (now) drifted into friends naturally, like day becomes night.

2008. Sigh. How do I even begin? I had the worst start to 2008 ever, so much so that I thought it was going to be another rotten year just like 2007.

I was wrong.

I thought moving to Kampar would be a bad thing. But by moving to Kampar, I found freedom. Freedom was something I lacked very much while I’m in KL. In Kampar, I had endless freedom. I guess I got a little wild. But I’m still controllable. 2008 was also the year I had my first taste of alcohol, a fling, and living on my own.

Definitely not to forget, 2008 was the year I met Davin. Teehee. I can’t believe we’ve already been together for what, almost eight months? I actually can’t believe how quickly this year has passed by. I remember in March Davin and I were talking about being able to eat together whenever any of us felt hungry next year.

Next year is already here. And the next time I’ll be seeing Davin will be in Kampar, which is next Saturday already.

Very fast! I really hope 2009 will be as great as 2008 has been. I don’t want to be too hopeful, because I wouldn’t want to be disappointed, especially since the odd year has always been jinxed. For me, at least.

Anyways, here’s what I did for my New Year’s eve. A bunch of us went to Coco Banana. The initial plan was to go to Euphoria, but a few people took off so we eventually went to Coco Banana. Yeah, I know, Ponnie went clubbing! In KL! She never clubs in KL! Unbelievable. So for the million dollar question:

Did I have the time of my life?

Answer: No.

Did I enjoy myself?

Answer: Yes.

I’m kind of sad I didn’t get to see fireworks. So for next year’s countdown, I must see fireworks! I must!

Anyway, the reason why I didn’t have the time of my life like how I was supposed to was because of a few pressing reasons. Reason number one was because the amount of alcohol I drank was just the right percentage to make me sleepy; not tipsy. The most obvious solution would be to drink more alcohol, but I swear if I drank more I would’ve puked. I didn’t even drink very much last night, at least, not as much as I usually do. So it was a bit annoying to feel sleepy rather than high.

Surprisingly, the smoke didn’t bother me much. I didn’t mind the crowd much, at least not until they started stepping on my feet in the dance floor, which brings us to reason number two. The dance floor was incredibly small, with sweaty people grinding here and there so I didn’t even dance. I just leaned on to Davin and moved with him. Haha. Annoying part was people stepping on my feet. I mean like, wtf?? Most of the feet which stepped on mine were guy’s shoes, except for the occasional pointy heeled female. This morning when I woke up I inspected my toe and found a tiny blood clot on my toenail and a rather big bruise on my toe. I swear next time I go clubbing imma wear sneakers.

Third reason was that we had to stand. All night. But thank God for these kind people who left earlier than us, for they offered us their place (sofas, yay!). Anyway, after grinding on the dance floor and my parents calling me to demand where I am (they didn’t know I went clubbing) all I had the mood for was to emo on the sofa.

I’m sorry I was such a spoilsport.

But anyway, those few reasons cannot be compared to the main, most biggest reason why I didn’t have as much fun as I should have had.

I didn’t have my freedom. I couldn’t have absolute fun, because in the back of my mind was my nagging parents, demanding me to leave the countdown before it’s finished to get home early wtf. It’s like some sort of self restriction, something that binds me down and make me cannot have fun. I hate it. I despise it. No matter how old I am, I will never obtain my freedom as long as I’m living in this house. That’s why I can’t wait to go back to Kampar. Nine more days! Nine more fucking days.