Monday, September 29, 2008

Caress Me

Raya break woohoo! Packed my stuff and ready to head back to hometown! Haven’t really enjoyed the comfort of my bed for quite some time. 5days should be enough, provided I don’t party late late every night XD Oh well, the truth is, there isn’t any place for late-night party back there. I brought along some notes and tutorial work! So guess how I’m gonna get my time occupied? Hiak hiak.

Ok I know I’m really lame talking about my raya break here. Thanks to someone who kept pestering me to update my blog.

“I will update when I go back. Lotsa pictures. Need some time to upload.”
“Then you simply update first lah!”
“Simply update???”


A moment ago I was reading CLEO (hadn’t bought one for ages!), and there was this article “Get in touch!” on page104.

“True lovers don’t always feel the need to talk to each other, a gentle caress can say more than words.”

I found it interesting and randomly showed it to my true-love-to-be, so here’s his reaction:

What is caress???
Molest I know. . .
Harass I know. . .
But caress? Never heard of it =/ (ends conversation with a cheeky face)

Wtfreak lahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Why is my “true love” like that???

I found it hilarious though. Can become some sorta quote of the day! Kekeke.

Pichas from last Thursday!

Guess where I went? Check it out on my next entry! Teehee.

Ohhhhh that’s a freaking ugly frog on my left! XD

Happy holiday mates! Don’t let your precious week go to a waste! =)))

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I Miss You

Come back quick! =)))

Saturday, September 20, 2008

18th Birthday @ Marche

It’s been a while since my birthday had past. However, there’s still one post which I had left out. Now that I’ve received the pictures from Jess, I can finally blog about it!

So you’ve read about my Nuffnang Sharing Session post. After the event, we (me and Hik, the poor boy who waited 2hours for me in Starbucks (thank you so much, love)) left 1U and headed to The Curve for my birthday celebration. To be precise, it was an old-friend-get-together sort of party held at Marche, meaning “market” in French.

Zoe and Sherry joined us too!

If you’ve been to The Curve, you would have probably noticed the two prominent red bulls (or cows, since they have milky nips, or what-it's-called again udders, thanks Katie!) which mark the location of Marche.

There was even a red calf under the counter!

It was an extraordinary large restaurant which consists of many food stalls selling a variety of western delicacies.

Before entering the place, we were given a pass card each. It was meant for the stall taker to write down the food we ordered.

Abundant of fruits to greet our arrival.

Fruit juice!

While everyone was having a great time eating, I was busy taking pictures of the different stalls.

A mini bar.

Pasta stall.

And salad.

And grill!

There was even a bakery!

Rosti! Whatever it means.

Oh mushroom my favourite!

And how would they ever leave out Pizza? =)))

Posing with, err. . . potato?

Lovely, isn’t it?

If your children gets bored there, you can just throw them into this nursery-liked children’s corner. Gawd, what an awesome place!

Let me show you some of the food we ordered:

Banana cake which melts your heart.

Mushroom soup!!! I know I’ve always had such liking for mushrooms, but this time it’s really different! The mushrooms are so fresh and soft that I got addicted after the first bite!

Pizza oh pizza! Thin bread crust with lotsa ingredients!

Man, I forgot what’s this called. Some kinda meat. I remember keeping the receipt in my purse but it’s gone! Anyone who sees it please return it to me just so I can figure out the exact name of this!

Seafood Treasure Platter or something. Super expensive lorrrr but I guess it was worth the price. Teehee.

Another creamy mushroom soup.

Root beer.

Actually, I was very full that night after Nuffnang diner at Italianies, so I only ate one thing.(those little bits and sips I stole from them weren’t counted!)


Grilled sausage with 4 types of different sauce!

See see see, nice???

Look at the raw ones! But mehhh, I didn’t really like the sausage cause it was a little bit too hard for my liking. Prefer soft ones. Hiak hiak.

White roses!

Thank you Chris for the white “roses”! LOLLLL. Oh, did I tell you that he’s a magician? He even performed a few tricks that night!

A few other pictures I took in Marche.

Group picture. The waiter took so long to capture this, as the previous ones turned out all blurred! Wtfreak.

Before heading back, we chatted outside Marche and took a few pictures so that 10 years later, I will come across the album and remembered where I spent my 18th birthday.

Jess and I. Man, I love my platform heels!

Jess and I and Jol Wee. Someone,please kill me cause my hair is no longer wavy X(

Christine and Joyce – my two fantastic house mates!

Chris is Eugene’s nephew while Eugene is Chris’s uncle. For real I mean. And the uncle is like, 1 year younger than the nephew LOL.

Last but not least, I’m gonna hit the squirrel for spoiling this pic! He was supposed to pretend to squeeze out milk with a hamsap expression! Obviously he was too self-conscious. Failed!

If you are searching for a good hang-out place, apart from Soul-ed Out, I would definitely recommend Marche! With great food, excellent service, welcoming ambience and reasonable price, what more can you ask for?

Tell me you aren't drooling all over your keyboard yet! XD

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I have been feeling rather gloomy and down these few days. Just when my mood is getting better today, the merciless wind came blowing hard and made my already-slanting wardrobe collapsed. Thank you very much, that should perfectly add on to my “reasons for being unhappy” list. Right now it’s lying still on my poor bed, and I’m still trying to figure out how to make it stand again. It’s impossible to remove the clothes from the inside since the zipper part headed straight down to the floor. I’m secretly wishing that someone would actually come to my place and offer his help without my asking. But heck, I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen. Looks like I’ve gotta manage the wardrobe possibly twice time my weight all on my own.

Why am I having such bad mood even though my period was already over last week? This has absolutely nothing to do with PMS. At night, I even experienced insomnia. So much turning and tossing on the bed, yet I couldn’t bring myself into the mysterious dreamland. It upset me so much that I actually started weeping. You know how awful it is to be awake in the middle of the night and having no one who could listen and talk to you. I scrolled down my contact list, assumed that some of them were asleep, some would take me as a nuisance for disturbing at such hour, and some, were just too dumb to ever understand me. Well, I admit, even I, after living for up to 18 years, don’t even understand myself. Is it just me, or is it that all women are complicated?

I’ve got almost everything I need and I want in my life, but why do I feel that I have nothing? Should I not feel contented for all the love and care I received? Then how could I, for no apparent reason, feel so sad and depressed? This is dreadful. I suspect that I am going through an early menopause. I am entering the ending phase of my life. I am going to turn old and ugly, with wrinkles all over my forehead, face, neck, hands, everywhere. Worst of all, I am going to lose my teeth and will no longer get to indulge in chocolate bars, even though it’s only for a few bites! By then, I can’t even walk without getting help from others, for I might just lose control of my steps, fall down and break all my weak bones. I am going to die in the kitchen while trying to stand on the chair and get hold of the candy jar. No one would even realize that I am dead, since they hardly realize my existence when I am alive. Then my cold and stiff body would remain on the kitchen floor, day and night being nibbled on by rats and cockroaches, until one day all my shattered bones rot and vaporize into the air. Till then, will I still be remembered?

Maybe I should for once start doing my Mathematics homework instead of talking about all these morbid stuff.

Pictures from last week, just to convince myself that I am not a dying old lady.

How can anyone live without shopping?

Gucci makes me happy.

My current wallpaper. Cute bo? Hiak hiak.

Took this pic before the security came shoo-ing us away. Look at my vain shopping partner!

The hawker stalls at Bukit Bintang, infronta Honda show room. I am so in love with the smoked chicken wings there!

My question for you: How would you feel if someone significant to you keeps telling you that you are dumb, stupid, clumsy and worthless?

a) Fight back with the bitch and if necessary, give her a slap on the face and tell her that you are definitely smarter than her. After all, she deserves the slapping.

b) Stop contacting him/her. Who needs a friend who sees only the negative side of you anyway?

c) Find a chance to tell him/her that you dislike those criticisms. It’s better than doing nothing or losing your friendship over it.

d) Get convinced that you are indeed stupid. You know you will never achieve anything great in your life after all.

e) Do nothing about it. You know your friend is way too immature and shallow to worth fighting with.

Wanna know my answer? You will never guess which option I choose! Jeez. Please tell me what you have chosen k? Or perhaps you have your own version other than the above abcde.

Ciaoz. Gotta deal with the after math of the wardrobe disaster.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Farewell Alvin

Hey guys! Did you celebrate mid-autumn festival? Well, we didn’t, but there was a party going on that weekend for Alvin aka Meng Hong’s farewell. In 2 days time, he will be leaving to Liverpool for his studies. Woots, Liverpool!

Anyway, the party was held in Xiang Xuan Café, a sorta resort club place with a big garden and a huge swimming pool. There was even a gym room! But well, we were only allowed to use the garden.

Some teens practising swimming.

Some kids celebrating mooncake festival.

We’ve got buffet…

and barbeque.

This is Jess and I.

And this is Jess and I in action XD

Flirtatious Chong Hao =P

Zi Li pepe the clown ass.

May the coals be the witness of our brotherhood. Wtfreak.

I know you miss my face. So here I am, short sausage!

Long sausage! With lots and lotsa sambal! Hiak hiak.

Joker Ang who was very keen on appearing on my blog.

Big and round.

What’s with the pointing? Pot calling the kettle black!

Some of the SAB girls.

Yee Ling who thinks my camera always make her look pretty (actualy indicating that she IS pretty. LOL)

Chia Ing who agreed with her statement. Oh right, aren't we all pweeeetty? XD

Whoever says I can’t BBQ?

Look how attentive I was! My eyes proved it all!

Spot my delicate fingers. Teehee.

The guys who just sat there and waited for the girls to do the job?

They certainly deserve these. Hiak hiak. Told you my BBQ skill rocks!

From left: Mavin, Roy, William, Jess, Jin Sheng’s foot, Winston.

How could we not have karaoke- our all-time favourite?

The audience.

Yee Kiat imitating Fei Yu Ching in Jay’s Qian Li Zhi Wai. (sangat lelaki lembut)

I swear I wasn’t showing my middle finger X(

Zi Li looking constipated.

He was obviously trying to squat down and shit.

The kind-hearted Neo, seeing that the poor boy had problem passing motion, attempted to help by pulling off his pants XD

Picture with the host.

From left: Wee Guan, William, Neo, Zi Li, Ang, Eugene. Front: Yee Kiat.

Men Boys in black.


Need I say more? =)))

Jess and Jol Wee. Katie babe, go phototoshop yourself inside!

Fishballs my favourite.

Obscene looking potatoes.


While I was busy singing, a soh zai took my camera and camwhore.


Kawaiii Kanasai him -.-

To be frank, nobody looks good while eating. See, even William look so unsexy when he eats.

So, learn from them. It’s better off to let someone caught you posing rather than eating. By the way, I just realized that Zi Khai’s tongue is rather long XD

Also. . . I just realized he has a mole on his face! Garn, that just proves how well I know about my friend! LOL.

A group picture of the guys.

Preparing to give the treasured box to Meng Hong. Inside consists of wishing cards from each and everyone of us. MH, aren’t you touched? =)))

At last, we didn’t even need to clear the place as everything was taken care of by the owner of the place. We headed off to Tanjung.

2 silly boys rocking in the car.

And hey, that’s me in Tanjung, with my legs looking shorter than ever.

Why lahhhhhhhhhh X(

Oh yea MH, I know I’ve said this for many times, but still, I’m gonna say it again:

Good luck and all the best in Liverpool! Don’t forget to bring me some souvenir when you’re back! =)