Pictures from Luna

Luna's the place to be.. :)

Am too lazy to write an introduction or a paragraph based on our little luna outing so i'm going to just jump right into the photos.. :)

Have fun viewing them..

Oh yeah, there was this supposed tube and jeans dress code for the girls. For those of you who complied, Yeah Baby.. and as for those of you who didn't, i hope you had a good explanation.. :)

Sheng Kai, Brandon, Yih Seng, Gowri and Marilyn..

Ah moooooooo..., Racine and the beautiful Ling Wel


I love this picture.. :) everyone looks so happy!! haha

Ling Wei, Racine and Marilyn..

Amelia looking hot, Ling Wei and Chris

Racine and Marilyn.. :)

Here we are, trying to pull of the angry + serious look

Amelia, as always Aced it
Racine, ..... er... hahaha.. practice makes perfect.. hehe
Marilyn, way to go sista!
Me? I don't know but i do think i look very bitter.. haha

Racine and Marilyn staging some dramatic shower cubicle action.. ;)

More toilet nonsense

I love this photo.. haha..
KUdos to Kah Heng and Marilyn.. :)

Haha.. Sheng Kai totally fail.. haha

We just had our Musculoskeletal System assessment test 2 days ago.

Everything i've tried to remember in a span of 5 days has flown out of my head.

I can't very well remember a quarter of whatever i've studied.

Ugh.. How am i gonna get by the End of Semester 5 exam?

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Such a depressing topic..

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So anyway, moving on to greener pasteurs,

A little more than a month ago, i was asked to do some modelling stint for a group of UiTM students (fuh yuh!) haha.. Damn i was excited.. :0

the funny thing about it was that i didn't exactly give them the green light.. All i said was that i was keen and that i would get back to them..

2 weeks later she calls me and asks me for my vital stats and my wt and my height and all..

I figured it was only for a day so i just agreed to it..

So, i sent her all the measurements through sms..
Vital stats: *1-*2-*3
Height: *4
Weight: *5

10 mins later, she calls back..

Lady: Hello..

Me: Hie!

Lady: Hey you forgot to give me your shoe size..

Me: oh, its *6

Lady: okay, so are you reALLy *4?? Are you really that tall? You don't look like it..

Me: (starting to doubt myself..) er.. yeah.. i AM *4 (I mean, why in the world would i lie about it?? )

Lady: Erm... o..kay... (in a very forced manner)

Me: ??!??

If that wasn't enough..

Lady: So yeah, i'm looking at your vital stats now.. Erm.. *1 only arh??

Me: ?!?!?!?!?!!? (x infinite)
: erm.. i'm sorry?

(WHAT-THE-HELL??!) Really, what is this woman's problem? I know i'm not very gifted in that area.. and in addition to that i've got quite a narrow frame.. hehe but she HAD to go rub it in.. hahaha

Lady: Are you sure? So small arh?

Me: (What the?!?!?)
: Well, i'm sorry for not being well-endowed? (!?!!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?)

Lady: HAHhahaha (the woman DARES to laugh... ) hahaaha.. (i could almost hear the echo of her laughter sounding.. even 5 mins after she stopped.. ) hahaahhahaha .. okay okay..

Me: (*sniff*) (still listening to the echo of her monstrous laugh..)

Lady: (still in the midst of laughter) So anyway, practise your catwalk everyday ya.. haha.. giggle.. this that.. face expression.. bla bla bla..

Me: Oh okay.. (aiyah no need la... God given talent.. hahaha j/k)

After about another 5 mins of lecturing me about my catwalk she decides to bid goodbye..

Lady: and yeah.. bring your push-ups.. ( I tell you, this woman really has the nerve la.. )

Me: Yes i will.

Lady: Okay then.. see ya..

Me: Goodbye.. !! :) (thank goodness.. ) (the laughing echo continues.. )

She puts down the phone, i put down the phone..... How demoralizing..

And the woman's from a bloody advertising agency.. HOw in the world did she get her job?? I need to question the relevance of such..

Oh well, you meet ppl from all walks of life..

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"I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation i may be; for i have also learnt from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances" - Marsha Washington

Ball pics

I'm too lazy to type anything at the moment.

After 4 months of slaving for the Ball it comes down to this.
1) Dressing up
2) Eating
3) Witnessing some rather cool dances and super COOL VIDEOS..
4) Taking 1 thrillion pictures
5) Going home..

Is the ball really worth all that?

I really don't know.

Anyway, here are some of the pics i have of the ball..

This is the only picture i have of everyone.. So, wa lah!! :)
(Frm top left, clockwise: Racine, Lina, Me, Esther, Marilyn, Ling Wei, Jean, Gowri, Michelle, Jebbrine, Stephanie, Amelia)

It's taking forever to load the pictures it's getting really irritating... hmmm...

Am just gonna load the pics i have of a group of people..








Kim, Hema and Mohana..













L -> R : Rima (the co-MC for the night), Emily, Me and Amy

From left to right: Someone's arm, Sheng Kai, Me (looking like i'm just about to curse) , Zhao Kang and Marilyn















JinYeng and Michelle














Kah Heng and the beautiful Esther

What the hell is ftw?????

These 3 musketeers came up with this weird abbreviation..

Chia MIng: ah lians ftw.
Tim: You are officially an ah lian. la la ftw
Void: ah lians ftw... bla bla

I mean, what the hell is that? "Funky Teacher's Wing"? "Fantastic Toddler's Wish?" "Fascinating Transvestite Wins?" hahaha.. Some stupid dota nonsense? Does the word ah lian come in corelation with ftw? WHAT in the world is that? aarrgghh...

I bet upon reading this, the 3 of you are laughing so hard you're trying to grip your asses to avoid from shitting in your pants.

I honestly can't help the fact that i'm wearing that.. So does that mean, the morphology of ah lians are depicted in the way they dress?
I sure hope so..
I'm definitely no ah lian and i'm gonna keep it at that!!

hmmm.. does anyone know what ftw is? pls tell me if you do!! :)

Anyway, here's another pic that could possibly compensate for the previous one.. even if it doesn't pls say it does.. :)

Donate blood I must not...

... Oh but YOU.. yes.. YOU there.. reading my blog.. MUST INDEED donate BLOOD!!!

Our country is in DIRE need of BLOOD so, no excuses.. there's no such thing as I've got no time (it only takes a maximum of 20 mins!), don't say that you're not good with needles sticking out of your hand (*****, you know i'm refering to you.. :) tee hee hee :)), don't say that you're tired, don't say that you're dog is sick, and above all don't say you're HIV +ve.. unless you really are.. hehe.. So, if you're bored and you've got nothing to do, DOOOONNNAAATTEEE!!!

Well, here's my story in relation to the whole blood donating speech i just imparted onto you..

But first.. After having read the story that follows, You have to promise not to laugh or probe me with it..

OKay, here goes....

Ahem...

Yesterday, being the wonderful daughter that i am, i accompanied my mom to the hospital for her regular check up..
Her regular check up involves many many many many steps.

I don't know what kinda management this hospital has to offer, but whatever it is, make sure you keep the whole freaking day open if you intend to see any of the doctors there..
Seriously, they'll make you wait till you have grandchildren..

So anyway, moving along, after having collected some weird form from the 7th floor, we proceeded to the 3rd floor (Haematology section) for my mom to undergo this particular blood test. (for you medical students, it's the Prothrombin time)

While we sat there patiently waiting for her turn she announced that this regular check up of hers takes a minimum of 3 hours..

i was like "HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????!!! pppppfffffffttttttt...What THE??!?!?? what in the world am i going to do for 3 freaking HOURS??? and even more so when its a MINIMUM of 3 hours.... aaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh How could i not have known??!?!?!? It's a bloody MALAYSIAN hospital.. Grrrr... "

okay okay.. You got me there.. I'm not that mean lah.. The whole monologue earlier was staged in my head.. I'm not that mean.. :)
All i managed to get out of me after having heard that is was gonna take 3 hours is "Oh really?? Hmmm.. okay... :) no worries.. :))

At that, i leaned back looked to my left and what did i see?? The BLOOD BANK!!

And i figured, hmmm...a good way to rid myself of boredom.. i shall be a good samaritan and donate some blood.. :)

So, after having shocked my mom with my impulsive nature, i headed to the desk to fill up a form.. Later, i got my blood type tested and wa lah.. i was good to go.. :)

10 mins later there i was lying on the lazy-chair-looking couch looking at the nurse poke my arms in search for a prominent vein.. and when i say poke i meant poke using the needles.. yes, OUCH it was!!

It took me 3-4 mins to fill the whole bag of blood.. (350 ml, i think)

As the nurse came to retract the humongous needle from my arm, i decided to call my friend, Aaron (who is chicken enough to not want to contribute some of his blood to society.. tsk tsk.. :)) back.. was kinda lazy to reply his text messages further..

There i was sitting there.. happily talking to him.. when i suddenly felt damn light headed.. i thought it was only temporary so i completely i ignored it.. Then the nurse came and asked me to proceed towards the waiting area..

So i got to my feet and suddenly felt like a was floating..
If that wasnt enough, i figured the waiting room's only 20 steps away and that i could make that so i 'walked on air' and headed towards the waiting room..

Mind you, amidst all this i was still talking on the phone..

1st step..
2nd step..
3rd step.. Screamed "OH SHIT" and poof!! I dropped everything.. Frantically tried holding on to the edge of e bed.. in which i failed.. Fell to the floor... I was so weak i had trouble sitting. Upon hearing the noise of my possessions falling to the floor, the nurse starts running towards me shouting ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU OK?

Seriously, K.O-ed man..

Now i know how it feels to have severe postural hypotension.

Later the lovely nurse gave me some super sweet milo and got me to sit there for at least 15 mins before meeting up with my mom..

So much for a selfless deed.. hmmm..

Its been exactly a week after having submitted my photos..

Still no call back... :(

*Sniff* *sniff*

Oh well, if i got the deal i would have shot up a little too quickly anyways.. hehehe..

Now, i have less things to worry about.. so its all good.. :)

Anyway, this is a picture from the photo shoot thing i did a couple of weeks back, just thought it'll give my blog some colour.. Getting quite boring.. hehehe :)

A little bit poser-ish but deal with it lah.. hahaha

THE Day

17th February 2006

Got up bright and early

Got into the car

Drove to KL

Took a wrong turn

Found my way back

Found Plaza 138

Looked for the Andrews Models office.. it was like looking for a pencil in a hay stack (locatable but difficult.. :) )

Got in.

Sat down.

This guy in black comes over hands me an application form and a pen. "fill it up"

Filled the form up.. *begins to break in sweat*

Guy in blue comes over, "Thanks. :) Have you had any pass experiences?"

Me" Does doing a hairshow count?"

Guy in blue.. "hmmm.. you did a catwalk right?? Do you know the basics??"

Me " Not really.. "

Guy in blue calls... "Andrew, do you want to see her now or another day?? "

Guy in black shows up.. "what are your pass experiences?"
And yes the guy in black is ANdrew... Andrews models' andrew.. oh my God oh my god oh my God!!!!!!!"
Sweat pouring out...

Me" erm... erm.. I.. I... I did a a a hairshow for for for Toni and and and Guy.. *gulp*"

Me" and yes, that is all.. ugh.. he.. he.... " (Stressnya.. )

Andrew (looking a little impatient) " Can you catwalk for me? From that end to here.. "

Me "HUh?? !! here? now?"

Andrew " Yeah.. now.. (in a "fasterlah" gesture)"

Me (this time drowning in so much sweat i had to swim out of it) "errrr.. ok ok"

Before i even had the chance to prep myself, he goes on to say, "OK.. EVERYONE (as in EVERYONE in the office), she's gonna do a catwalk.. Watch her do a catwalk..."

Me (at an EXTREME lost for words) panicking till no extent... paddling through my pool of sweat.. "uughh" *gulp*

Believe me, i was so stressed out, walking was a bloody difficult task. Give me 2 left feet and 2 right feet, i would still have problems walking..
So anyway, i took like 5 steps front to where he stood and five steps back to where i started... i felt like he was there just evaluating every single step i made..
10 seconds later, i dont know what i did. I did THE walk. I don't know if i did it wrong. I bet a made a billion mistakes. I just ran through everything while i panicked like crazy... 5 seconds later, there i was believing i could have done better.. THAT was indeed the mood killer. :(

Getting angry with myself just thinking of it.. hmmm

Moving on..

Andrew, " OKay, they'll take your measurements. POinting to the guy in the blue shirt, erm.. he'll explain the rest.. I'm going off now.. see ya!!"

He was out the door.

I was bloody lost

This woman comes by and says, "let me take a fulll length picture of you."
* click* *Click*

2nd woman, "Let me take some measurements"
*measure* *measure*..

1st woman comes back, " Need close up pics now."
front, 45 degrees, 90 degrees on both side, sweet smile, no smile.... etc etc
*click* *click* *click* *click* ......... about 1000 times more..

Guy with blue shirt comes around, " we can't give you a contract right away.. have to evaluate the pics and all... experience, when you leaving... etc etc etc.. ya da ya da ya da... "

okay, now out the door you go....

We'll call you if anything.. and yah.. submit your pictures.. to me ... asap.. see ya..

That was the end of THE day..

I don't know if they're gonna call...
HOPE and pray they do..

*fingers crossed...*
*toes crossed..*
*arms crossed...*
*legs crossed..*
*body crossed.. * ouch ouch ouch... okay, maybe not...

Aaaaarrggghh... are the gonna call... or are they not??

damn this is nerve wrecking...

The Call..

16th february 2006..

*ring ring*

Me, "Hello?"

Lady, " Hello, i'm calling from Andrews Models, one of our talent scouts gave us your number."

Me (and so the smiling begins.. yet again..), "OH yeah.. what's up? " (Pretend damn cool.. but in real fact, I happily jumping on my seat.. hahaha)

Lady, "Can you come in tomorrow, at 11pm?"

Me, "yeah!!! sure.. "

Lady, "See ya then.. "

Me, "see ya.. bye... :) !!!"

*click*

Me, stand up, got out of the car, did a little jig, got back into the car and went on driving..

" La la la lal la"

Who says Valentines Day is a day for lovers?

14th February 2006

Was in 1 Utama doing some studio photo taking session don't ask me why, the 30-dollars per photo offer (what a rip off..haha) came about after having purchased some cosmetic products.

After a gruelling half an hour of hair and make up, i headed to the area where they took the photos.

Just before taking me picture, this fashion stylist, who decides what you wear on the shoot comes up to me, dresses me up with coats and one billion necklaces and asks, "Are you a model?"

Me, "No."

Wardrobe guy, "Why not?"

Me, "No chance. Haven't actually gotten down to submitting my application, i guess.."

Wardrobe guy, "Hmmm.. but do you want to?"

Me, "Hell, i want too!!"

Wardrobe guy, "i see... "

5 minutes later...

Wardrobe guy, " Hie.. I'm actually a talent scout for Andrews Models.."

Me ( in disbelief), "Say what??!!!"

Wardrobe guy, "Andrews Models... heard of it?"

Me, "YEah, OF COURSE.. " for those of you who haven't, click here

Wardrobe guy, " Okay then, Can i have your number? i'll send your number to the office and they'll call you.."

Me (smiling so hard, i swear, the corners of my mouth almost touched my ears) " Okay!!"

Wardrobe guy," HOld still.. let me take a picture of you.. :)"

I was bloody happy i tell you. Nevermind no flowers, nevermind no chocolates, nevermind no guy to spoil me.. Never-freaking-mind!!! i was happy.. that was enough to keep me happy for a good week.. Who says dateless people are the lonely-est on Valentines Day??? HA HA HA HA.. Life is indeed beeeeeaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooottttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffffuuuuuuuuuullllllll!!!

Twas the end of the chinese new year holidays..

Gambling profits, 5 dollars..
Houses i've visited, 1..
Angpow collection, next to nothing..

Guess I'm not very much into the holiday spirit eh?

I think the decrease in enthusiasm comes with age. Well, in my opinion, that is. Holidays are still well appreciated but not as hullabaloolaly enjoyed. Back in the days, holidays were filled with excitement, ahh... the joys of just running around the house aimlessly.. that was enough to keep me happy for a good month.
Nowadays, running around the house would possibly mean that one is just plain psycho and in dire need of sttention.
Sad to say, most of the important things in life are nonchalant and only executed due to obligations.

Truth be told, life is certainly filled with ups and downs. But then again, it's kinda funny that when you actually sit down to think of something interesting to write, nothing actually comes into mind. Most things in life are better left unspoken, some due to obligations, some possibly in bid of not wanting to hurt another person's feelings and some in fear of misunderstandings.

Given a chance, i wouldn't change anything i've gone through in life. I know it sounds a little cliched or maybe a little corny. Everything in life is a lesson learnt. What i've learnt in the past year has made me a better person. And consequently, I think anyone and everyone should be all one can be, heck, you only live once and life IS short.
Dont take pride in the downfall or weakness of others it only exaggerats the fact that you're weak and disgustingly jealous.
Never waste your time stressing or getting worked up over small feuds. It doesn't take a casuist to see that, let alone back me up.

One should always admire and look out for the finer things in life.. Remember, It's always the little things that matter.. :)

So, for those of you who dont already appreciate life,
sit back, relax and enjoy you only live once..
*Cest la vie!! *

"I believe one day we'll all wake up in a world where everything's the opposite from now...

The sun will one day rise from the west
Men will live underwater
Pants will be worn backwards.
Men will wear skirts (oh wait that is already happening.. )
A meal will be obtainable from a dosage of pills
Countries will be ruled by child prodigies
Education is pointless
Wars will be of norm
Men will marry men
Women will marry women
Grandfathers will be fathers to their grandchildren (eeew!)
Mothers will be sister to their daughters

And at the rate we're going,

Dogs will soon be able to produce human offsprings.
Surrogate mothers will not be needed ever again.
And soon enough, Child labour will be a taboo..

hmmm..."

*snaps back to reality*

After having read what i just wrote, i have to say, i'm rather delusional.
I think the holidays are driving me crazy.

Today, i got out of the house looked up into the sky and started laughing..
This is what the insides of the walls of your house does to you..

So anyway, I got into the car, a little blinded by an act of stupidity.. (Reminder to self, never look directly at sun.. it does no good to eyes) curled up in my seat and tried my best to "tahan" the shooting pain i felt eminating from my eyes to my head..

Half an hour later (15 minutes on the road and 15 minutes looking for a car park) we reached 1 Utama.. *LAAAAAaaa.. * (Clothes, Shoes, Bags, Eye Candy.. etc etc.. ) Civilization!! Woo hoo!!
Who would have thought.. I thought the fact that i was 1 U on the 3rd day of chinese new year was pathetic and sad but i was wrong.. 1U was bloody crowded..

I got in to the mall.. took the first escalator up and after having taken 3 steps..

*POOF*

there was complete darkness..
Is God trying to tell me something?
Am i not supposed to come out of my house?
or did 1 U just not pay their electricity bill?

the lights went off, emergency lights came on, people were swearing, children were crying, shoplifters were laughing, some of them working, sales people were stressing, i was just speechless.. I'm in awe at my horrid luck..

Later, i went to Nine West, spotted a pair of stilettos (which are to die for.. ) and what happens?? NO size... aaarrrgghhh...

Went to the old wing to buy some make up and what happens? TUTUP

S T U P I D!

That was it, i immediately headed home, disheartened, in distraught, extremely saddened, armed with no shopping bags what so ever..

I wonder what i tomorrow has installed for me..
I can almost picture myself getting hit by a car while attempting to escape from the dreaded walls my house has to offer..

:)

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I did a little quiz just now..
For all the ppl in the world who hates the OC. You suck.
And yes, i confess i'm an OC junkie.
Hence the little test..



You are Marissa! Popularity is your label, but your

known for your mystery. You have the social

thing down but you need to work on your

out-of-control emotions. But who ever said it

was easy being Miss Popularity?


Which OC character are you?
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Sitting, Wishing and Waiting

Am currently listening to Sade's Kiss of Life..

This is has led me to wonder, where's my perfect stranger? Who's it gonna be and heck, are you even out there?
Who's gonna give me the Kiss of Life? (and no, i'm not asking for CPR (Crush People's Ribs) hahaha)
Who's gonna wrap me up in the colour of love?
Who's gonna build a bridge to my heart?
Who's gonna be the angel by my side?

And no, its not that i'm dwelling in self pity. I just feel as if i need someone to jazz my life up a little. Just someone to annoy to no extent.. Someone to laugh with.. Someone to talk to.. Whether about brainy issues or about stupid petty little things.
And no, i'm not and not going to get all desperate and needy..
I've been patient for 5 bleeding years.. so much so, my heart's probably decaying as i speak (or type) and let's just say, its gonna take LOADS and LOADS of effort to reverse the damage.

This got me thinking, i should probably weigh out possibilities or at least contemplate on swinging both ways.. haha.. it could possibly oh wait a minute, definitely widen my options.. :) cause at the rate i'm going, 30 years from now, i'll probably be an old spinster rocking my chair, knitting old-womanly clothes in an old run down hut in the middle of a forest. haha..

So anyway, enough of being nostalgic and all... Here is a little taste of heaven in my world. Marilyn, Lina, many many other hair models and I did a runway show for Toni & Guy.. All i have to say about it, is that i had such a blast. Nevermind that i had to wear a bikini top while everyone were given funky jackets to put on.. Nevermind my hair was labelled as nothing more than a mushroom.. i would not trade it for the world.. :)

You can check out some of the pictures on Marilyn's blog..
marilynisscreaming.blogspot.com
i dont know how to create a link.. sorry.. but have fun viewing.. :)

And don't make fun of me mushroom hair. It is what they call a precision cut and apparently, not every hairdresser is capable of producing such, fine art work. I had many camera's pointed towards my head of hair as long as the mushroom was blown into shape. I even had to hold my breath and desperately attempt to not flinch (not even slightly) as the hair stylist retouched and trimmed the left side of my hair. So, hat's off to William the hair stylist for being able to achieve the desired look. Congratulations for graduating and making it into the Toni & Guy group of hair stylists. :)

The case of the hair

A couple of days back my impulsive nature took quite a toll on me..
It forced me to liberate myself from my precious long locks of hair.

I honestly dont know why i did it.

I don't know if i did it as a favour for a certain individual i happen to be very irritated with at the moment.

I don't know if i did it to chase a certain dream i've been dying to achieve for as long as i can remember..

I don't know if i did it as a sign of liberation from the things i used to hate and despise about myself

I don't know if i did it to throw away unwanted memories

I don't know if i did it because i was tired of being plain Jane

I don't know if i did it just for a change

Heck, I don't know if i did it for attention

In anyway, I did what I did and there's no turning back..
Some say my hair's better than before.. some say otherwise..
You be the judge..

Before.. (taken with my drunken brother)
















AFter..



























(My sister decided to join in the fun..)

What say you?

I'm actually getting a little tired of having to type..
I should maybe try POdcasting..
I'm quite sure that'll be fun!! :)

Alexander Graham Bell once wrote, " When one door closes another door opens; but we look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us"

Life should never be filled with regrets cause everything endured in life should be taken as a lesson. A lesson for self improvement, a lesson for a better future, a therapeautic lesson. :) It is infact the vial of life.

So, as you look back on 2005, do not ponder and think about the past..do not regret on silly mishaps and dwell on the 'should have and shouldn't have's, look towards the future! Heck you only live once..

Thus,

Welcome 2006 with open arms.
:)

When yellow's not always as bright as the Sun..

After a day long's worth of walking, driving, shopping, talking... etc etc.. and after having accumulated a torturous amount of dirt,sweat and what not on myself i decided to head home for a nice hot shower..

Believe me when i say i was desperate for a shower.. Just the sight of the car was enough to heighten my state of excitement. I needed that shower.

20 mins later.. there i was in the bathroom, one hand holding up the shower head, one hand trying turning the faucet to the fullest and both eyes fixated to the amount of water flowing out from the shower head. Nevermind the water was ice cold, the flow of it was so low i could almost count the water molecules as it fell to the floor. I was at utter disbelief. I had only one hope for that day and it was shattered...

Why? Why? Why?

Those darn MPSJ ppl HAD to cut the water supply on that one day i took my bath late. Darn you maniacs.. DARN YOU People!!! How could you??!??! Grrrrr...

So anyway, moving on, i decided to just deal with what i had and prepared for a long, slow and draggy bath. It took forever just to wash the soap off one of my arm.. let alone the whole body. After a painstaking half an hour, i was ready to wash my face and jump out of the shower.

That was when the horror started.

As i frantically attempted to spread the face cleanser evenly on my face at top speed, i dropped the shower head. Nevermind that, all i had to do was squat down and feel for the damn thing. But as i washed the soap of my face, i opened my eyes only to find that the clear-almost non existent water has now morphed into dark yellow urine looking water. If the colour wasn't enough to turn me off entirely, there was this metally smell irradiating from the water.

And yes, you guessed it.. I screamed! i screamed so hard i put woman in labour to shame.

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRrrRRrrRrrRrRrrggggggGGggGgGgHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

It was bloody 1am.. I was Tired, sleepy, sticky and extremely IRRITated!!!

If you're my neighbour and you're reading this, i hope it explains the noise and i'm sorry..

BUt if you, whoever you may be and is responsible for this, damn you... ggrrrr... may you burn!!!

NOw i had 2 options;
(a) Leave the soap on till morning
(a 1) Wait for the remaining soap to crystallize on my face and slowly peel it off 2 hours later ( had to eliminate this option cause i would have fallen asleep by then and thus, would have to end up reverting back to (a))
(b) Use disgusting water to wash soap off

I figured i didn't care anymore.
I could only think about going to sleep.
I was exhausted and i wanted to comatose on my bed.

I took a deep breath and 'wa lah" the soap was gone..
Twas the end of my shower..

And hence, a feeling i've never felt before... i've successfully emerged from a shower dirtier and possibly smellier than before.. Like they always say.. there's a first for everything... :s

I cringe just thinking about it.....

A blog for the sake of blogging.. :)

As you might have realised, my blog has been left pretty adjacent for a while.

Why? you might ask..
Well, i'm proud to announce i have dedicated most of my (present) time to the world of dancing.. YES, you heard it right.... Dancing..I know, i know, i'm known to many as a big (actually big is a bit of an understatement.. ) I'm a humongous well-known klutz.

I always wonder..

Why do guys (in general) perceive dancing as being gay? I mean, come on, if you were to watch professional dancers in action, other than the skimpy lycra tights and the buldging manly assests, you have to admit, they ARE pretty darn manly. Not many guys have the physique of a dancer, not many guys have the balls to stand in front of an arena of ppl, not many guys are able to toss girls around... literally!! I mean, you ( the guys in general), have to obtain a certain heightened state of manlyness to achieve the trust of a girl who is about to let you toss her which ever way you must...True?

I always wonder..

Have you ever known something you just can't explain or put into words but you feel it? Isn't it just out-of-this world annoying.. worst when there's no one you can tell or confide into.. Truth be told, its not the best feeling in this world but, this is life. Life's never perfect.

For the bored and the lazy

I'm bored and i'm lazy.

I have unconsciously brought a new meaning to the word bumming. I have gravely defied all laws of lazing around.. so much so i cannot even begin to describe what i do.
It would be too much of an embarassment.

A friend once called me a wild boar.
Apparently i have gone beyond the border of being pig like.
Worst part is, i cannot even begin to deny it

Truth be told,
I must say, is rather hard to accomplish. To be classified as a pig, you are only required to either laze around by taking no less than 439508230974 naps a day or by eating 2 thrillion meals a day.
All you need to do to be a wild boar is to just do both.
Why should anyone settle for just one of those options when you can have the best of both worlds? hah hah

These 2 words (bored and lazy) are like miracle workers. They can get you out of just about any situation. By saying that you're bored or lazy, no one would bother you, instead, they would look up to you for being honest about declining their offer. Don't believe me? Try it.. :)

And well, as far as i'm concerned, if the words "bored" and "lazy" fail to exist in the dictionary or in the world for that matter, i would be at a literall lost for words. Really. I would have probably reverted to being mute as a way out. If that fails, i could subject myself to a lot more unproductive uneventful nonsense.. (e.g. counting the number of tiles on my roof, jump around frantically till i tire or maybe even pass out due to dizziness, swing my arm round and round till it falls off.. aaahh you get the idea lah.. )

If you think about it, the words bored and lazy can be used as an excuse to get you of just about anything.. :)

I'm lazy could work for any of these questions.
1) Do you want to go out?
2) Do you want to meet up?
3) Arent you going to have lunch?
4) Why are you not sleeping?
5) Why aren't you studying?
6) bla bla bla.. and the list goes on and on...

I'm bored on the other hand is used less frequently but nonetheless as effective as the former.

and oh i forgot to tell you, the sorry and lazy combination as an excuse is optimum for trying to ease your way out of being told to do anything. so if stating that you're lazy fails, always include being sorry...

If you experience any failed attempts at trying to make these excuses work, don't blame me.
Outcomes are at user's own expense and shitty feedbacks are at user's own risks.

Dont say i didn't warn you.. :)

I'm a Wiccan...

Another one of those quizzes..

I seem to find myself being such a sucker for these stupid quizzes.. hmmmm..


you are a wiccan, which means that you worship the
earth and everything on it. You believe that
magic is not black nor white, its what you make
it. Good luck with your work and blessed be!


what sort of Witch are you? ( with PICS )
brought to you by Quizilla

What kind of drunk are you?

Another one of those silly tests which actually plunged in and dug out the curiousity in me :)


What Kind of Drunk Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

No surprise there.. hehe

Now that you know me, you should try it and tell me what drunk of drunk you are :)

Wishful thinking...

Caution: Read only if time is not a factor for you.. oh, and if you can't sleep..:)

"To hope or not to hope?
That's the question i ask of thee.."

Hmmm..
Don't worry, am not trying to get all shakespearean on you, I just have too much time on my hands and i have nothing else to blog about. Let me just show you how much i can say about hope. You'd be surprised.. :)

Hope, a simple word of 4 letters..
Hope, something to live for..
Hope, treatment for the lonely hearted..
Hope, = wishful thinking?

If you think about it, questioning anyone based on the quote above, i should probably just render it an utter waste of time. He/she, basically, anyone in their right mind would definitely walk me towards the light of being hopeful..

No doubt.

Now, sit upright, give your neck a good rub (on both sides), oh, and your shoulders too.. stretch those limbs, straighten your bearings, and ponder on this..

Hope can sometimes be evil.

- I heard that gasp! ha ha :) Thus, breathe in and breathe out.. slowly and hear me out.. :)

HOPE, HOPe, HOpe, Hope, hope..

Hope can and is said to be perfectly capable of prolonging despair and hurt. Maybe even a sip of torment. Ugh..
"Why?" you ask..
Unrealistic, unreachable, unobtainable goals? Or the unforgiving wantingness to hope and wish for something big without using the power of the mind?

Tommorow and the day after is only a vision. The future is only something you can idealise upon. What makes of it is of course, dependant on you, God, and a slight douche of lady luck. But what is life without a vision? How is anyone capable of living life without a drive? I driveless liver or a lifeless driver?

Something to think about..
What if everything you've lived for in life has decided to die on you, and there's no way you could turn it around? Are you gonna break down and cry like a baby? Or are you going to sit and pray for a miracle? Hope seems like the only way out eh?

Now, what if you had everything you ever wanted, would you ever be satisfied with life?
Picture owning this.
A big breath-takingly beautiful house. Throw in an olympic size pool, a backyard greener than the greenest ocean and a car just about anyone can only dream about.
Not satisfied?
Why? No hot spouse to go with it?
Fine. Throw in the spouse.
Not satisfied?
Why? Lacking in love?
Fine. Throw in love.
Not satisfied?
Why? Children?

SEE! No one is ever eVEr EVER satisfied.

Hoping for more than what you already have is NOT an option.
It is who we are.
It is something we need to believe..
It is a binding spirit of needed courage in life...

Get the picture?

Hence, in MY opinion, hope is inevitable. One should just do him/herself a big favour and hope for Realistic, Reachable, Reliable goals. Write down a list of 50 things you would like to achieve before 30 and hope.. and suffer for the best. :)

So, suck it up, everyone's on earth for a reason.. with hope comes faith and believe.. believe in yourself.. you only live once, LIFE IS INDEED BEAUTIFUL!

And yes, the previous blog was written by my sister..