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I love Wednesday. Classes end at 1230pm. I puked a couple times during Business class. I’m feeling nausea and shits like that. I’m not pregnant, u ho! I couldn’t function my brain during CTS and HCM was total sharing. It’s a waste of time going to class today.

Fidi volunteered to drop me home. We went to my Damansara house. Took my stuffs and chiow! As usual, my bad sense of direction ended up going through big rounds. We went all the way down to KL, had a long talk with him. He’s adorable to the max. We even got each other as Valentine’s date. Singles can date and have fun on Valentine’s Day too. He dropped me home. I’m having my lunch now with my TV on. I miss my home. My bed, my pillow. I love staying at home.

Oh yeah, I’m not going to Seremban tonight because Daniel have a big urgent family dinner he can’t miss. I don’t blame him. It’s his farewell before he’s back again. Have a good fly back Daniel. I’ll miss you and we’ll have long island tea again next time.

It’s a hot afternoon. I think it’s going to rain in the evening.

bang!!!

Here’s what happened at first :

Leonard asked me if I’ve heard any loud bang. He said he heard a very loud bang from his room. I was on the headphone. I was lost and blur. I heard nothing. Then, I went down to play cards with them. Lionel left and came back 5 mins later. We figured out that he left something in the house. Accordingly, there’s accident out there. Stucked in the jam. So, he decided to lepak in here to wait for the havoc to end. We saw a smashed Proton Satria Neon outside our house with a lot of RONDA officers. We decided to get nosy and get the car plate number to buy lucky digits tomorrow. Probably it would strike and I’ll win thousands of dollars to spend. Haha… dreamer!The minute I was standing right in front of the door. I saw a black car coming towards me. I saw Idris inside. I got shocked why is he here. He told me the car belongs to Nabil, the cutie. I was worried bout Nabil. He was fine, just a little bleeding on his little finger. How lucky? The fucking car was super smashed. I think the car couldn’t be fixed anymore. Poor baby!! There were number of people, officers, and policemen too. We were inside laughing and playing cards.

THIS IS WHY I DON’T WANT TO DRIVE? SO FUCKED UP DANGEROUS!

I had supper at Ali Maju again. Hehe… I saw Idris there again. I had Tom Yam Kuey Teow. Not so good but better than last night. I’m really going to bed this round. Got Business Tutorial tomorrow at 8 am. MuthaKNNCibai!!!!

MSN sucks

I started the day splendid. Woke up at 7.25am, Jasmine picked me up. I <3 her. Went to class super sleepy. Yeah, I went for late supper last night with mates. As usual, we went to Ali Maju. I had Paprik Ayam which doesn’t taste good at all. I actually slept around 3 last night. In class today, I was alright the first half. The last 30 minutes I eventually slept. Can’t take it anymore. After class, I went back to the new place. Slept till 12.05pm. Had my English class, damn! She taught us how to cite and quote for our assignments. Stupid. I hate quoting, so annoying. Who knows if I plagiarise, as if she knows.

Today’s HCM was alright. We’re still in the Non-Verbal Communication. We did a little role play during the class. Somehow, as week passes by I don’t feel the late afternoon classes anymore. I don’t get sleepy anymore during class.

Got back home. The sial Windows Live Messenger cannot work. It will go offline and go hang suddenly. Fuck it! Two of the house mates and Lionel got some fresh and raw food to cook for dinner. Dinner wasn’t the best but I love it. I love when we all have to share even the rice doesn’t taste good. Haha… I washed the dishes and washed myself too.

I’m now clean and smell superb. I like the Palmolive aromatheraphy body shampoo. I smell so nice. Even without perfume. I’m gona go to bed early. Class at 8 again. But tomorrow no breakat all. I’m going to Seremban tomorrow to hang out with Daniel. He’s leaving on Thursday =( and I wouldn’t know when he’ll be back. Perhaps six months to a year. I like his lips locking, awesomeness.

My mum tried no attempt to call me. We’re in the silent war again. Fucked!

black pepper chicken

Today, no Monday blues. I was actually feeling alright in my Business class. A little lost perhaps. Management. Organisation. Things that I’m not good at. I think today is the best Monday. I think it good week ahead. I love myself.

I was late for English today. Was too busy fixing the printing stuffs. Bing’s document went wrong. Today’s class we are supposed to write an essay topic ‘ What are the advantages and disadvantages of remaining single?’ It’s not a debate though. Just discussive essay. I am not against getting married. Overall, I think remaining single seems more convincing to me. I don’t want to be committed to someone, mummy says I’m not a responsible person. I shouldn’t get married. Once, a fortune teller said I’ll get married twice and lead a happy life. I don’t want to get divorced, therefore, I shall not get married at all. Unless, he’s rich and old, waiting to end his life and leave all his properties and money to me. Perhaps, my charming prince will be here. Bring me away from this place. Not that it sucks but I would love to see the other part of the world.

Stop dreaming bitch!!

During CTS, I think we had great interaction with Ms. Chris Lee today. I think I like her challenge me, in a way she motivates me to push myself harder. I love teacher who makes me THINK! Squeeze my brain juice!! Murali actually have Ezra, U Way and Nini to teach the class today. I think they did a marvellous job in presenting the subject. I love Human Communication. It’s all right!!! Non-Verbal Communication totally true. It does affects your relationship with others. I love today’s classes.

Enough about college. I had dinner at Murni’s with Riebmann and Rorrenn. Fucked it. I waited for 25 minutes for my black pepper chicken and I took only ten minutes to finish the whole plate. And mahai.. It costs me MYR 9.50 with drinks whereas their dinner only cost MYR 11.50 with fried rice, one mata kerbau and more fries. Plus it’s more filling than my dinner. I’m not satisfied. Riebmann bought ice cream for three of us. I’m in love with ice-cream. My way of feeding myself during emo time.

Now I’m home in Damansara. Have to look for my sources. Damn sial.

* Patrick actually commented on my foul language on my blogs. Enhances the reading. I’ve got 1000 hits before 31st of January 2007. Better and faster than I’ve expected. I want more hits and comments. Why no one comments on my blog?

Good night my loves.

new place

Mum don’t hate me. She’s just ignoring me. She can’t control me as usual, I’m a fucking rebellious useless daughter. I love her much. She must be fucking disappointed with me.

The room has at least 5 people sleeping. This place is happening. More happening than my ex’s crib where I used to hang out everyday. I wanted to blog last night but I got a little distracted with riebmann, we were going through photokaki to look for pretty chicks. So fucked up turned on. I went to bed around 3-ish.

I woke up at 7am for my 8am class. My mum don’t want to wake me up. She’s ignoring me. I decided to ignore her back. We’ve gone through this so many times. I hate all this cold war, it could last for weeks, sometimes months. I hate having this type of shit relationship all over again. It takes time to reconcile again.

I have to find my sources for my English assignment. Surrogate motherhood. Who got any books or magazine on it? Please borrow? I’ll buy you lunch.

leaving home

I hate doing this. I told my mum about my suggestion of moving to Herbert’s place during the weekdays. She’s totally against it. I wrote down the pro’s and con’s about me moving to a place much nearer to college. I don’t like waking up too early in the morning, I hate travelling to college early, I hate my mum wasting her time, petrol and money because I need to get to school on time. I reasoned out and tried my best to discuss with her sensibly.

Her one and only reason : SHE DON’T TRUST ME LIVING OUTSIDE!!!

I don’t care, I’m now being rebelious. Let her hate me. I need to grow up sometimes and take care of myself too. Plus, I will only be away on Monday and Tuesday nights. She don’t want me to leave. I insist. I’ll promise not to do anything bad though.

So, now, I’m waiting Herbert to come over and have a big fight with mum before I leave home. I love you a lot mummy!

pleasuring

Today, overall. A great day! Mum dropped me off at HELP, had breakfast with Leonard. We went in twenty minutes after nine. Sat right in front. Class was alright. I think better compared to my afternoon HCM classes on Mondays and Tuesdays. Watched movie -Barnyard something. I think Mr. Murali has cow-fetish. I had two movies and both related to cows.

Anyways, meet up with mum and brother @KLCC. We had Chilies. I managed to finish the whole serving of Jack Mushroom Fajita. I think I have worms in my stomach. I get unsatisfied nowadays. Plus, I ordered dessert. Moisten Chocolate Cake. Yummilicious!!! At least, I finished half of it compared to last time with mummy and Aunty Annette. Jin was around KLCC, he came over. Joked and crapped with mummy and brother. Good fun! Mum got wedding dinner to attend tonight.

Dad called..And like I posted earlier, he got tics to watch Boys II Men. He picked us up and went to his place to wait for his wife to finish work. Karr Mein changed again. At least, she don’t cry in front of strangers anymore. She’s getting better nowadays according to Dad. We left around seven thirty and the concert supposed to start at 8pm sharp. We had good time on the way there. Playing all the vocabulary games we used to play. Laughed all over.

Reached there. Fucking freezing. So cold!!! Got in the concert. I hate the sound system. Damn bloody idiotic. Fucked up cacated. Well, I’m not a big fan of them. So I just listened to the songs. Only a few songs I’ve really heard of. Fucking hits last time. The concert finished at 10 sharp. Waited for Dad’s wife to pick us up. Had dinner at this Ipoh thingee restuarant. I saw Sazzy Falak. She’s so petite.

We drove down. MAHAI!!! The bodoh parking system in First World Hotel damn sial! We actually went 6 floors down to get to the exit. Waste petrol only. Little brother and she slept in the car. Me and dad had conversations about raves I’ve attended, concert organizers, ciggarettes promotion events. Good prep talks before I actually venture in that industry. The fuckers fucking fuckers world!!! Reached home at 1230am. Text Vincent. Time to watch football.

I had good time talking, exploring, watching, laughing, joking, sharing, playing with Vincent. I enjoy spending quality time with him. Got home half an hour ago.

I need my beauty sleep. I’ve got big dark circles. Good night, bimbos.

boyz II men

Mad thing!!!

Dad called.. He got 2 tickets to go watch Boyz II Men concert. I’m not a big fan of them. But they can surely sing. Will update when I’m back home!!

Love you peps!!

found my heels again

I woke up today without hangover. I love my body so much. I won’t spoil them. We compromise with each other. I’ll drink and have fun once a week in return no hangover the next day. But when I was in the toilet, I noticed my boobs shrinking in size. Fuck man. I need a bigger boobies.

I actually weigh my self on the scale after almost a year of not weighing myself due to laziness and hate to see myself getting heavier in time to come. I only gain a kilogram for the past 2 years. Haha.. I can so brag about it. I don’t get fat!! Love being my size. I poor my friends who gotta watch their food to maintain the weight and the shape they are now.

I reached college 15 minutes late. Went into the class, the movie already started. Even though I have watched ‘Raising Helen’ many times, I always missed the first half an hour of the movie. I got a little bored. I want to leave. Luckily I didn’t, Mrs. Chua was smart to come in an hour after the movie to check on us. I was nice enough to cover for some kids who left after writting their attendance. I transcript the whole attendance to teacher’s paper. I’m super nice person. Yes, I am.

After movie, had lunch at Mama’s Kitchen. My plate is like a big mountain, and costs me MYR 5.50. I had a few spoons and was unable to eat anymore. This is what I hate bout after alcohol. Hungry like shit but can’t consume anything. I looked all over for my heels, went back to the conference hall, asked the cleaners. None of them seen my heels. Fuck!

Me and Bing went to Wisma Help to look for sources in the library. The library is unorganized in a way. Not systematic at all. Sucker! Bing got fed up and we left. We took another free can of Lipton Tea. We are damn cheapskate. Took the bus back to Main Block, reported my missing heels. Went to DSA to chill while waiting for the bodoh CTS class to start. I hate classes in late afternoon. My brain can’t function at that point of time. Mahchibai..

Anyway, like the post headline.. I FOUND MY BLACK VINCI HEELS. One of the cleaner lady was searching for me. I love honest people. I’ll treat the cleaners better. Perhaps, I’ll not throw the tissues all over. I heart them. Bing dropped me at Kelana Jaya station. Went to my mum’s office. Waited for her. I got a magazine about the best ad firms in Malaysia, I’ll be at one of them. I will. I am sure. I want to be at NAGA DDB or JWT.

I got brachaholic again, got my new bras. I love lace bras. I’m still collecting and buying them. I would love to own 100 bras by end of 2007.

Good night everyone. Party hard. Drink and don’t drive. I love y’all.

wasted@ghetto

Fucked up night. Overall, I didn’t know what I was doing the whole night. I just got very tipsy, wasted and puked all over.

I got there around 11-ish. Met Daniel and Wei Lun there. Then, I went over to upstairs to get my free drinks. I saw Didi there. Did a little catch up. I think I had at least 10 glasses last night. And all vodkas, mahcibai!! I’m so fucked up greedy, went downstairs to look for the both of them. Haha, amazed how they got so many Malay chicks surround them.

I didn’t know what time I left the place. I just couldn’t tahan anymore. I need my sleep. Or else, I’ll be sleeping with someone else tonight. I left the club, Daniel tried to stop me. We were outside. And look at me, puking. How ugly and grose.. I couldn’t stand anymore. I took a cab home. I don’t feel bad then because I was way wasted and I don’t want to end up being over affectionate with Daniel. I know what I do when I get tipsy. And I know I’m damn good bout it.

Got home, changed. Crashed my bed. Woke up at 8.30. I got class at 10. How babi right? If not, I’ll probably get more wasted. And more to come.

I’m fresh and well now. Thank God I’ve got no hangover or what shit. THIS IS NOT POSTED WHEN I AM DRUNK.