Hair Affairs

Noone's said anything particularly interesting lately. Unless you count Cheek's brilliant lyrics.

So I'm in a good mood and it happens. Sometimes.

I'm planning to chop parts of my hair off again. Speaking of which, I've change my hair so often since December, I'm beggining to forget what my original hair colour was to begin with. Very, very ridiculous i know.

So I had ordinary jet black hair, just like my darling Sarah.

Then I chopped it shorter, and I THINK she did too.

Then I dyed it light brown (to many it was blonde, eff you people) .

Then. the light brown faded and i chopped it off really short. Darling chopped
it and dyed it red.

Now, I dyed it red-ish brown and its long again. Dearie's hair is longer now too and still red.

Maybe I'll go bald next, or perm my hair into a curly messh. Ehe.

eee. bosannye.

XoXo

Chow Kit Road

Ahem... Chow Kit Road oleh Sudirman Arshad.

Chow Kitt Road (8x)
Di tengah bandaraya orang merata-rata
Dari segala bangsa tua atau muda
Ada yang berkereta ada yang jalan saja
Ada yang cuci mata
A..ha..ha..ha..ha..

Chow Kitt Road (8x)
Di tengah bandaraya
Yang miskin dan yang kaya
Bagai satu keluarga bersama gembira
Ramai orang berniaga menjual apa saja
Semuanya murah-murah
A..ha..ha..ha..ha..

Indahnya petang di Chow Kitt Road Kuala Lumpur (2x)

Chow Kitt Road (8x)
Di tengah bandaraya walau baik orangnya
Perlu berhati-hati di tipu pencuri
Bila melintas jalan jangan sesuka hati
Ditangkap mata-mata baru padan muka

Indahnya petang di Chow Kitt Road Kuala Lumpur (2x)

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Good Read

"If you want to have the experience of having complete responsibility for
another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest ways,
then you should have children"

-Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie.

I read alot of books. Alot, alot of books.

So much, that sometimes i don't even remember what the book was all about. That happens alot as well.

But sometimes you read books that are absolutely life-changing; to say the least. Tuesdays with Morrie is one of those books.

I just finished it today, and I'd dare say it's one of the most philosophical books I've ever read in my 18 years of living. Wished only it was longer so I could read more, tho I figure it might spoil the book.

So avid readers go grab a copy if you haven't already. People who don't read, start with this 192-paged book. It won't take much of your time.

PS : you haven't really lived till you've read a book. Hohum.

I'm getting Fatter

While I'm casually flipping through channels on TV, my mind starts to wonder about that SuperMan top I've been dying to get for ages.

So much, I can even imagine how it'd look like on me. fantabuulous.

eee. sangat life-less. Thats all i can think about while Enrique Igleasias is filming a video of his mate having sex in the "Push" video clip?

Anyway bitches, today marks the official opening of Estee's organic shop in Ara Damansara. We (Jal, Sarah, Jess, Wee, TH and HC) paid her a little visit at said shop to spice up the opening with our presence.

To my horror tho, her aunties and uncles are already hip enough to get the partay going. So we just sat around to catch up, instead of screaming and making alot of noise.

A gift we were working on for Estee's mom.

And here is where the gift ended up! In the front of the shop among the
100ringgit-ish flowers! Ohh baby. It pays to make gifts.

Pictures of people. Notice how tired Sarah and Estee looks. One partie too much, one study too much d. Cheer up my dearies. At least for the camera!

So please, if any of you wanna buy anything organic. Buy it from Estee's Green Valley. Guaranteed freshness by me.

XoXo. I know you love my bullcrap.

Typing is Such Sweet Sorrow

Microsoft Word (will be known as MW from now on) confuses the heck out of me. And it gets really frustrating.

Or maybe it's because I'm too afraid or too lazy or too no-balls attitude to learn.

I mean Bill Gates' team did not; I repeat DID NOT make things easy for us MW users.

At one point you might think you're happy merrily typing away, without a care in the world; not bothering about the other programs like Excel and Notepad. None of those programs seem to bother you in your current blissful typing experience with MW.

And boom.

It crashes. It gets confusing. It gets frustrating. And the worst part is you know it's not MW's fault. But your very own.

What you type goes blank. You try to backspace nothing gets erased. You try to continue typing but when you type "A"--"Z" comes out instead. Instead of bold-ing and italic-ing; a graph comes out representing the time wasted on fixing your assignment against the unnecessary stress you are causing yourself.

It's frustrating. And it's not MW's fault.

It's mine. I mean MW should be easy to use right? I've been using the program for so long. I should know the programming inside out. But I don't; nobody knows. It's a mystery to mankind but probably not for Bill Gates.

And now I'm emo.

My letter for my scholarship applications have gone awry. Instead of being a debater; I'm now a Power Ranger. Instead of having a passion for theatre; I now have a passion for leather.

As much as I think MW is better off without me silently swearing at it's blank white pages and god-forsaken toolbars with Times New Roman secretly meaning "Na~na~na~na~na"

You just can't leave MW. I personally know some people who can't leave and so far only one has left--that guy is no friend of mine. All of MY friends are hook on MW. We can't leave for the boxiness of Excel or the page-less Notepad. We just can't.

Thats why I keep coming back I wrote this post in MW and get this: FOR MW as well.

Well here's to you! You confuse and frustrate me MW but I love you.

PS: Stupid MW. It made me retype this post 4 times.

Aduhai

Urgh. Bengkel today was soo...

Let's just say i managed to fry my brains twice in a month from driving.

enough to make me pose like this.. seriously permanent head damage.

That licence better be WORTH it.

XoXo.

Camp Camp!

I am now a changed person. ;)

When I was a scout, I didn't really think the scouters have very much to do in camps except dish out punishment and make my life much more miserable than it already is.

Now that I'm a scouter myself, I've come to realise how much work being a scouter involves. It is NOT, i repeat, NOT, easy at all to teach recruits the tenderfoot. Although i enjoyed teaching them from the start, it gets very tiring after doing it for hours and hours.

Especially when we have meetings around 2-3 am in the morning to TALK about the very same people we were teaching; with the other scouters, while all the recruits are soundly asleep.

To only be awake again at 6am to continue teaching them.

As I was saying, scouters do so much I never knew of ;) Not that I'm complaining.

Enough yapping! Time for pictures, pictures! (At least I had time to cam-whore).

These are the pictures of people.

Bumped into my favourite teachers in the whole world.

The *cool* boys

I know you want to take a picture with me Julian! Don't pretend!

Me, Huey-Ee, Seckie and Kah Hoo on last day.
Mr Chun Tatt!~ Nicest of the Cool GANG people.

Baby and I

I only got this picture of Yee En. briefing the recruits in his LALA voice.

Aiyah, where got go anywhere without cam-whoring with Cow?

Weng Tat like to pretend he doesnt want to take a pic with me! =P

Miss Seah Sze Lynn, my best friend from librarians!

My tai-kar-ches. I mish them sooo much.

These are pictures of recruits and Juniors.

The Juniors actually sewed that banner from old T-shirts ohkay? Cool neh.

The Juniors build this GATEWAY.

SENIORS build this Hourglass Tower.

AND the SENIORS build this some-what bridge.

And these are pictures of sleepy scouters.

Chee Kong looks like a ZOMBIE.

Except Kitt Lei larh. Damn potong, always laugh for no reason! People sleepy you
so happy.

See? Influence me also. I was actually very sleepy.

Seckie and ME. I look energized. He looks dead.

Anyway, I learned alot from camp as much as I tried to help the recruits
learn. Enjoyed myself very much and i love all of you scouters! You were
great friends!

Maybe next time I can teach some of you how to camwhore properly =P You know
I'm talking about you Julian and Seckie~

XoXo.

JO : Why your camera still got batteries wan? -.-

Moi : Of course. I'm a camwhore. We never run out of batteries, only memory card space.

JO : ...

PS : Happy Seckie?

Emo bitches

Ohhh la la! Jessica, Sarah and moi are officially professional bakers. No need to say why, just look at the fabulous pictures and you'll know!!

It was like this when we started. Fugly and messy.

Then it became like that after baking. Looks promising!

Voila! Fabulouso is born! Damn we're good! Muahahaha. *credits to Sarah for
the amazing icing patterns*

We also watched Gossip Girls the series on a DVD. Oh my gosh, it's so niceeee! ALSO, we listened to some exteremly rude music (the tok chu tok chu type) and had our little emo bitchy moments.

As usual larh.

signing off, xoxo gossip girl =P

PS : Dial 012-9358175 for personal orders of these sexay cupcakes! Haha.

SORRY!?!?

Starting your day with optimism can only end in two ways, it being absolutely perfect or you'll end up insomniac because you are just so disappointed. Thankfully you'll only be aware of this at the end of day, so as they say, "ignorance is bliss".

Today I found myself in such a disposition. It is the day of the English Drama district level competition. We reached DJ school at around 7.45. I was amazed at how weird the hall was, well not the hall exactly, its the stage that I'm talking about. 1 word, inconvenient. We (maybe I shouldn't use 'we' as both me and Jal aren't exactly involved in the drama anymore, all we do is wear our national t-shirts just to show off, I'll use 'they' from now on) were first up and somehow Pn. Doreen superstitiously linked the play's title "One Way Mirror" to them going first to them getting first, haih so Pn. Doreen. Anyway after another failed attempt of giving a very uplifting prep talk, we parted ways, they into backstage while me and Jal to the LaLaTui's section.

Another solid performance, it was by no means perfect but solid nonetheless. At the point I was ready to grap the PSP and sulk like a damn "lansi" ex-national finalist, but of course I didn't because I was eagerly anticipating what other teams could put up.

Overall, competition was tougher this time around, well it should be. A few highlights, most of them had the whole angel and devil thing going,including us of course, while Catholic High School who came with us from Zone almost entirely revamped their drama, ending it by dedicating it to "Sharlinie and Nurin" (did I spell their names right? pardon me) so you basically get what it is about. Another play worth highlighting was one which won the crowd over and left Jal feeling bitter.

"WOW, what was it!" you say? It was a play about how this bad conscience of the main character influenced him to do make so many wrong decisions while the good conscience lost everytime until he couldn't take it, he unleashed the dreadful.. Pause,Rewind and Play buttons. That's right, he actually held up a cardboard with the universal pause sign on it and when he held up the rewind button, the whole scene slapstick-ly re-winded everything they did. Funny, slapstick-ly. There's more to that play but i wouldn't delve in it too much if not its going to make this post longer than it already is.

Now for the "making Jal bitter" part, this play had this sissy, gayish fat guy in a pink giordano shirt. You know how they are and I bet you're laughing right now and thats exactly what he did, he made the crowd laugh and he even got a standing ovation from most of the floor. Jal only had 4 words throughout his performance,

"I also can la"

Well thats the review. On to the results. Obviously they got slightly nervous, seeing how the crowd loved the play with the fat dude, and some other plays which were ok as well. As we were sitting down, the chief judge passed us by and whispered this word into the unexpecting ears of Pn. Doreen, "Sorry". I immediately went.. "SORRY!?!?". I was so tense and nervous at this point. Yes yes, I know its embarrassing, the all chunted ex-national finalist being scared of 1 word. Well I suppose I just can't take disappointment really well.

Although there were a few bumps so far, one of which is regarding my mom being pissed at the bank and I couldn't withdraw enough money to get myself a PSP. But oh well, although its only 3.30pm now, I can pretty much say that I would go to bed feeling contented today. Maybe Pn. Doreen should get a part-time job as a fortune teller.

After today, it's true boredom could fry your brains.

OH----MY-----GOODNESS.

Turns out kursus undang-undang wasn't as boring as i anticipated, it just fried my brains and sold it at the nearby canteen for rm0.50 thats all. No biggie.

I am not exaggerating by saying that it's the worst, worst, worst, most worst (although you cannot use most with a superlative) most worst experience I've ever had.

Let me break it down for you guys, how "well" my day went.

I got to my driving office at about 8.15am, with 15minutes to boot because my appointment was at 8.30am. Being independent moi, i shoo-ed dad away because I believed I was old enough to keep myself company for 15 minutes. But to my great "surprise", my instructor came around nine to pick me up instead of 8.30am. At this point I was still in a fairly good mood.

So the instructor told me and another girl to sit behind the tiny kancil, while she sat in front with another student she was trying to teach how to drive. The student was just soo.... sigh. Dumb. The car probably died about 20 times before we even got to the highway. Tension was rising, and soon all my instructor's calls to Allah slowly turned into words like bodoh and tekan clutch pantas.

I did not, at this point, find it very funny at all. I thought I will, but it's really quite irritating to hear the instructor scream tekan minyak and tekan clutch pantas repeatedly AND the student totally fucking it up every single time. To make matters worst, they did not switch on the air-con, instead rolled down the glasses to let the so called *fresh air* in as the instructor dubbed it.

What freaking fresh air? We're in bloody Cheras, all i smell is the exhaust from cars and lorries. I was getting irritated fast.

Then we arrived at some kampung, where my driving centre is at. Waited another stupid 30 minutes for my instructor to sign us up and we went into the class just 5 minutes before it started. So the guy was giving us the once-overs lah. You know how teachers get with late-comers. Especially first days. AND we were not even late, just not early.

Then he made us sit at the back and started teaching. I opened my book, sat up straight and paid attention to what he was saying. It wasn't until the fifth second I realised i had no idea what he was yapping about. He had a foreign slang when he spoke in BM (i think it was BM), and he spoke really really fast, so undang-undang sounded like und-und. I caught a few words here and there like "mati" and "jalan-raya", apart from that i had NO idea what he was talking about.

I raised my hand after 10 minutes of relentless audio torture.

Moi : Cikgu, maaf ye, tapi I tak dengar ape you cakap.
Cikgu : HAR? ap?
Moi : err ap?
Cikgu : APPPAAAA?
Moi : err cikgu i tak dengar.
Cikgu : den?
Moi : huh? cannot hear lar teacher, what den.

*gulps* then some guy in front told me he was asking me to move in front. But I swear, all i heard was "den?"

SO it continued. It was slightly better now, at least I can hear bits and pieces. After another 5 minutes of listening to his lecture tho, I realised another thing.

He wasn't teaching us anything from the book or about undang undang. He just kept going on and on about people dying on the road because according to him, everyone in Malaysia with a "P" drives like a rempit. PLUS, he kept using all his pepatah melayus like sesal dahulu pendapatan, sesal kemudian tiada guna. And everyone in the class was enjoying it, finishing his pepatahs for him like some super gung ho BM students.

At this point I was boiling mad. So i sat there for three hours, staring at a man spurting out pepatahs and telling us how everyone who passes ends up a rempit. Then we had our break for about half and hour and came back in.

I was feeling better after a cup of milo and thinking what could be worst than THAT?

Oh my goodness I was so wrong.

The next guy that came in was from Kelantan and his accent is as bad as any accent can go. This teacher also speaks really slowly, like he has some speaking retarded-ness and asks repeatedly if we can hear him clearly. So i pun angkat-lah tangan, saying that I have no idea what he was talking about.

He looked at me apalled, took a big book and started counting the pupils in his class. He took about 15 minutes to do that although with a glance, they were clearly only 25 people in the class. Then he looked at us after some very difficult add math question and shouted :

KENAPAH BUKU HANYE TULIS 21 ORANG TAPI ADER 24 ORANG?
Moi : Cikgu, ader 25 orang le.
YA KEH? LAGI TERUK MENGAPA ADER 3 ORANG EXTRA?

... omg. Theres supposed to be 4 extra pupils larh cikgu. But i kept quiet, because I had no hope already. So he just shouted sommore at the people who didnt write their names on the book upon entering the class (I was one of them) and the whole ordeal took about 45 minutes to settle.
THEN we thought class was finally gonna start. But nuuuuu, he spends another 20 minutes screaming at us for a marker pen because someone stold his.

At this point, I was erupting.

Then his lecture FINALLY started and surprise surprise! He started telling us how many people are dying on the roads because P drivers drive like rempits.

Ha-Ha, i took my book out and decided to study myself if I'm ever gonna pass the computer test. My freedom came 30 minutes late (because he couldn't finish up) and i walked out of the room feeling so happy.

But my instructor came an hour late this time, so I had to wait in the smelly canteen with another girl for her. Upon arrival, she sat down like nothing happened and ordered milo ais to drink with her colleague.

So yeah, it was at this point they fried my brains and sold it to the canteen.

I am just so happy to be home. So so happy.

And here are some pictures I took with my babies the day before at Sushi King. WHO said my cam-whore skills reeks??

*hmph*

PS : Chee kong is missing again!

Drama Drama!

Went out with Chee Kong and Jal yesterday to support the Taman SEA Drama Team. Turns out the other school's who participated put up quite *interesting* dramas. So much that Chee Kong and Jal had to play PsP and I had to camwhore to avoid frying our brains with boredom. The competition was held in Taman Petaling school, and the hall looked more like a gladiator's den than anything else. The Taman SEA team came in first, much to our joy! SO congratulations guys, and all the best in the next level!

Mana eh sai if not cam whore
right? Dunno why the pictures so blurry.

The new Taman SEA psycho

This year's team

It was storming on the way back. Dad was complaining about the weather and warning me never to drive on a weather like this because im such a panicky person.

Ooooh which reminds me, I'm going for my undang course tommorow at eight. Time to bore my brains out with hours of *car* lecture. "tres interesting"

If only my name was a colour

Watched Catch and Release just now. Kept switching opinions about Jennifer Gardner's looks throughout the movie - sometimes she looks fugly to me, other times extremely gorgeous. But the male lead was hawt tho. Figures, you can't have a heartwarming romantic movie without a hot male lead.

What I didn't like about the movie was there wasn't a bitch in it. So it became a bit boring in the middle; to which i made maggie mee to makan xD. So i missed quite a big part of it cause you know kan, it takes a long long time to make maggie. I liked the ending tho.

Anyway! After today, Chee Kong would officially be joining the Country's Liability Club by stopping at FRidays. Now, the three musketeers will be free for anything up until Mid-may.

ee, very life-less. I'd probably get tired of going out with them by the end of April. haha. No offence guys..

Gray : What's you favourite colour?
Fritz : Gray ;)
-Catch and Release.

Epidemic

It's spreading faster than you think. This epidemic, worst than SARS and Global Warming put together, is spreading through our youth. Mainly affected victims are the female race, but the male are not totally unaffected, in fact the number of male victims seem to slowly increase. Don't know what I'm talking about? I'm talking about, cam-whoring. What? Not true meh? Shut up Ming, lol I know when he reads this sure steam...(yerrr..). Well anyway yea, its not exactly an epidemic la, just something I feel like exaggerating today.

I had unexpected "enemies" today, 20 of them to be exact. First first when I heard it from Rekha, I was like thinking, "Isn't April Fool's like 2 days ago? Why so lame one?". But it wasn't to be a lame effort from my colleague to pull off an April Fool's prank. Soon when Quentin follow suit and asked us to set up the tables, I knew it was no joke edi. Fine we setup the tables and they came up. They came up in waves, in this case I mean they came in not altogether but in some groups la lol.

They were really wolves in sheep clothings. They were all well groomed college students when the were sitting down. But as soon as the whole battalion had arrived, they spent no time taking out their cameras and literally owned Friday's. Ruthless I tell you. But then without them it would be another boring day. I suppose a few of the new staff got a taste of what Friday's will be like for them so I suppose it was a good thing.

Today I was able to make another breakthrough. What breakthrough you may ask? Well today, I actually went to work feeling like working. Lol... Today I went to work telling myself that we will work our butts off to earn RM12k. Well it was partly I felt so sad that we can't seem to hit our target every week of RM56k and of course the bonus that we can get if we do. Just felt like doing something for the company before I leave. Haih, so wei da right me? =P

Oh well thats all for today. Yea well about the night out with Jal, Ming and the gals, Ming decided to go easy on the pictures so what he posted isn't the whole bit. If you want the whole bit, then you guys will just have to eat our brains up and gain the memories of that 2 memorable days. So for those Sylars out there, gambatteh!

Alright I'll have to hit the hay, 4 more days and finally freedom. I'll end the post with a quote from one of the most influential philosophers of our time. To all of my machas and tangachis from Saturday night,

"Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories..."

- Fall Out Boy

P.S. : Sorry la no pictures, handphones not allowed on duty. But its not like I got a cameraphone also =P, dulannnn~

Actorlympics

Went to watch Actorlympics at The Actors Studio Bangsar yesterday. Went with 2 Inessa's- both from DJ one used to be in their drama team and one used to be in their cheer leading team.

The show was phenomenally hilarious. Side splitting stuff I tell you.

Actorlympics is something like Whose Line Is It Anyway. It's an improv acting show. The actors "go against each other" like in a competition where they try to out-act and out-funny each other in various skits.

What I loved about it was the fact that the audience actually do play a really large role in the show. We as the audience shout out suggestions or scenarios and suggestions of lines they can use and etc.

It was the first time I entered a theatre and the audience didn't have to keep quiet and the lights weren't dimmed down all the way.

Actorlympics has Malaysia's greatest performers making up it's repertoire:

Douglas Lim

Reza Zainal Abidin

Harith Iskandar

Afdlin Shauki

Patrick Teoh

Joanna Bessey

Ida Nerina

Jit Murad

They played games like Questions Only, Three Liners, Malaysian Censorship Board etc.

It was side splitting, hilarious, good-ol'-laughing madness. It was FUN.

But I was also enlightened. On stage, the performers could say whatever they wanted. And they did so freely. They swore like sailors at times, they made jokes about politics, the country, race, religion all of which would normally be censored or entitled yourself a free trip to prison under ISA before you could even say "Pisang".

And it was great. And you could see it in the way they performed the performers loved the freedom of expression and hated oppression. You could see it especially in the Censorship Board skit-- where 5 of the 8 actors played the part of the Malaysian Censorship Board and had the task of censoring a "movie" being played by the other 2 actors.

They censored everything. The first "movie" was Sex and the City-suggested by the audience- was censored by Harith Iskandar before the actors even got a word in. He said and I quote:
"Cannot! Everything also cannot!"

I lost it at the point. Because you could see how much he hated the Board. I laughed my freaking heard off. They all did. They censored men for being women, they censored women not wearing tudung, they censored bad parenting skills. Everything. But the sad truth was. The actual Malaysian Censorship Board actually MIGHT censor those things.

The night's performance was a great one. It was funny from start; though it got a little dry at some parts; it was a splendid night out at the theater.

I recommend everyone go catch it. It's funny plain and simply but its also funny in a deep ironic way.

It's what the government would hate. But what the people would love.

Two thumbs up and a standing ovation from me!