Wednesday, December 31, 2008

NYE 2008

It's New Year's Eve and I've a presentation to prepare for this Friday which is also the day I'll be leaving for Penang. I'll be away till Tuesday, returning just in time for my class the next day (Wednesday) to deliver yet another presentation and also complete my case study which is to be handed in on Friday that same week. Geezus.

I'm a lil stressed out now that I'm actually considering forgoing tonight's NYE's celebrations.


"A health to you,
a wealth to you,
and the best that
life can give to you."


Friday, December 26, 2008

Tough Cheese

I had, by far, the worst of luck last Friday.

I drove to One Utama after uni to buy Ip Man (pronounced Yip Mun) movie tickets for the next day cause mummy dearest wants to watch it so badly. And well, I, who don't watch Chinese movies for the reason that I don't understand Cantonese, am obliged to accompany her...just cause.

It was mid-afternoon when I left uni, hence, to avoid the jam I took an alternative route and reached OU in possibly the shortest time. I felt smug. But that feeling didn't last very long. Having parked my car, I fumbled through my bag in search for my wallet to keep the parking ticket, only to realise, to my utmost horror, that I didn't have my wallet with me. So not only had I driven to uni and then all the way to OU without my license, I had just parked my car in a shopping mall with no money to pay for parking ticket. Geezus.

Few thoughts came to mind. I could
  1. call someone

    My mum - she's going to leave her office, which is in Glenmarie, and drive all the way to OU to bail me out of a shopping mall. I don't think so.

    A friend - The ones I could think of were either at work or scattered all over the place. Heh.

    My maid - "Kak...saya di OU sekarang dan takda wang untuk bayar parking kerana saya terlupa bawa dompet la. Tolong. Please." And what could she do? Take a cab and bring my wallet to me? Pfft. (Hey...actually this didn't seem like such a bad idea. Dammit. Why didn't I think of it then?!)

  2. withdraw money

    Genius! Why didn't I think of withdrawing money earlier??

    It took me a few seconds to realise that my ATM card is in my wallet and my wallet is not with me. Idiot.

  3. beg
I guess the latter seemed like the only thing to do.

I checked myself in the rear view mirror. I looked so frazzled. I wasn't even sure if I could even get a dollar even if I went down on my knees and pleaded. Nonetheless, I had to try. I ran my fingers through my hair, fixed myself, and into the mall I was, to beg for RM1. Swt.

Are you mad?? Of course I did no such thing. Beg for a dollar. Pfft. I have more dignity than that.

I was lucky to have coins in my car. RM1.70 worth of bloody coins. RM1 went into paying parking and the balance of RM0.70 can be used to bribe the police should I get pulled over.

I reached home, grabbed my wallet and headed back to OU for the second time. My mood was further agitated by the difficulty of finding a parking space. I finally decided to park illegally next to a wall. I ran up to the cinema level and finally bought the best seats in the house for Ip Man after all the afternoon's hassle.

I started to feel light headed for having not had lunch yet. And seeing it was the 19th, I decided to get a 1901 hot dog as every 19th of the month is Lucky 19th time where selected hot dogs are sold at only RM1.99! But as my luck had it that day, the store in OU had closed down. *mother toot*

I left OU feeling very disgruntled and my stomach, unfed. Thus, I stopped by Ming Tien to 'ta pau' lunch home. While I waited for my food, my mum called.
Mum: Where are you now?
Me: Buying lunch. Oh...I've bought the tickets already.
Mum: What time?
Me: The first show. 12pm.
Mum: 12pm?? I can't make it at that time. I've my all-girls lunch.
Me: What??
Mum: Why didn't you check with me first?
Me: How am I supposed to know?! You said you wanted to watch the movie!
Mum: Do you think you can change the tickets?
Me: I highly doubt it.
Mum: Then pass me the tickets. I'll go to OU myself in the evening and see if I can get it changed.
Me: Never mind. I'll do it.
I was rattled at the end of the conversation. I collected my food, walked back to my car, started my engine, and then I saw it, from the corner of my eye, a piece of paper clipped under my wipers, flapping in the wind. A bloody fine! I half-stomped out of my car, snatched the bloody piece of paper off my windscreen, scrunched it up and threw it away. By now, I was just flipping mad and was boiling from within. I could have sworn the car I had parked opposite of didn't have a parking ticket either and it was parked there before me and instead, only I got fined! The MBPJ officer was either sexist or racist...or both! UGH.

I sped home, chowed down my food, took a time out, *breathed*, and in less than an hour, found myself in OU...again...finding for a parking space for the third time that day. Geezus.

Earlier efforts to calm my nerves failed miserably as I started to feel flustered from the crowd. Oh god...I hate shopping crowds. HATE. Absolutely loathe them. Despise them. Anyhoo, I made my way to the GSC ticket counter and asked if I could get my tickets changed. And as expected, the answer was no. The person attending to me however said he could help sell my tickets for me, but only on the next day. So he told me to come back the next day (i.e. Saturday) around 12.30pm to collect my money from him.

And well......

I never did.


I'm a day late but I suppose it's better late than never...

So here's wishing all


Merry Cheery X'mas



Bloody Boxing Day!!!

Just in case anyone was interested in knowing how my Christmas was this year, it was like a Christmas tree without the decorations, or the lightings, or even the presents below.

And having classes on Christmas Eve, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve and the day after New Year's completely dampens the festive spirit.

I guess it ain't my season to be jolly.

"Fa la la la la, la la la la."


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Welcome Home Tiff!


which makes it all the more awesome!

Now that you're back, my priorities have changed from:
  1. Summer school
  2. Diet
  3. Part-time job
  1. Tiffany Toh
  2. Tiffany Toh
  3. Summer school
Throwing my non-existent diet out the window and quitting my part-time job temporarily just for you. (This sentence is filled with so much irony. Heh.)

See Tiff, the things I do for you. Beats me why you'd ever want to go back to the States. =P

Love love you!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Absolut-ly Fan-taboo-lous

I just had a house party.

The boys got pissed drunk and I didn't have enough to drink. Heh.

Judging from the previous post, which I did not write, my dear friend was feeling a lil woozy.

I'm a tad dissatisfied that I didn't have enough to drink.

Then again, I guess I'm keeping sober.

We played Taboo and divided ourselves into teams Jurozi Park and Caldeag Station. (Lol...what were we thinking??)

Prior to the party, we went grocery shopping.

We walked all the way into the hypermarket and realised we'd forgotten to take a trolley.

None of us were sure if RM1.90/kg was cheap for bawang putih, of which I thought was onions.

We took a total of 411 pictures and more tonight.

Now my stomach is starting to feel uneasy from the blend of mushroom soup, garlic bread, Aglio Olio pasta, Oreo milkshake and vodka.

I'm slowly falling asleep on my keyboard.

Peace-ing out peeps.



Hi everyone. (: (: (: (:

It's ju here.

At 3am in the morning.
Reporting to you, from Ju FM.

Currently Playing Lady Gaga. Just Dance.
Love you all.

xoxo, you know you love me.

(: (: (:

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

My Mum

I felt like deleting my previous post cause it's so......below par. Ugh. I'm out of writing juice but I really want to write. I guess I'll just keep my sentences short, plain and simple. Heh.


To most of my friends, my mother comes across as a no-nonsense sort of person. Some find her intimidating and there's probably some truth to that, but she's certainly no ice queen. She does, occasionally, show short bursts of humour.

So I was having a nice lil bedtime chat with mummy dearest a few days ago about pap smears, bust size, gays... No. I'm kidding. I just can't quite remember, but it was probably everything under the moon. (Or the sun, the sky, the bridge...whichever you prefer. Does it really matter? They all make as much sense as the other does.) Anyway, I was going to head back to my room to bed down when my mum takes a close look at me and goes, "Why do you have so many pimples and blackheads? You know, I don't think you're in a very good condition. You're so fat. For a 20-year-old, you're not in very good condition at all. You shouldn't be letting yourself go at this age."

I tell you, my mother. We had a good laugh over it, nonetheless.

Of course she didn't forget to add what is perhaps the most worn out bromide used by all mothers—"I'm telling you because I love you".

Well, thanks mum. I appreciate the concern. And I love you too. =)

Monday, December 15, 2008

Jeezus Chryst!

I visited the Converse Warehouse Sale last week with a friend. Having parked the car, we were greeted by patrons who were already on their way out, with most carrying a bag or two. An encouraging sign, we thought, as the goods were probably worth buying after all. Alas, as fate would have it, the one pair of shoes that caught my eye didn't have my size. My friend shared the same fate. I guess it isn't time to hang up my current pair of Converse just yet. We were probably one of the rare few who left the building empty handed.

The Converse selection of shoes was neither great nor varied, hence to say I was slightly disappointed. Nonetheless, Humour never fails to find me.

So I was checking out the selection of Kappa shoes when a guy picked up a pair of plain all-black slip-on shoes, turned to his friend and asked, “Is it nice?”
Geezus. It’s plain. It’s black. It’s a slip-on. “Is it nice?” What do you think? It’s a freaking plain all-black canvas loafers, mate!
To which his friend responded, “’s really nice.”

JC. (Swt.)

Or some people might say ZOMGWTFBBQ. A phrase I’ve come across fairly frequently on the net but never understood what it meant. Of course it’s easy to see that it’s made up of ZOMG, WTF and BBQ, but reasons why those 3 are lumped together to form a word like such escape me.

Like what the hell is ZOMG in the first place? Who the hell types a ‘z’ before OMG? Wanting answers, I Googled and found them at Urban Dictionary which provided the following explanation:

The "z" was originally a mistake while attempting to hit the shift key with the left hand, and then typing "OMG".
Seriously?? Gawts!
And BBQ? Well, according to Urban Dictionary (I predict this will soon replace Oxford dictionaries in the near future. Heh.), when it’s linked at the end of WTF, it normally stands for Bitch Be Quiet.

So the whole phrase actually reads: Z-Oh-My-God-What-The-Fuck-Bitch-Be-Quiet!


Thursday, December 04, 2008

My Pen is Half Dry

Sigh. I give up. I guess writing is just not my calling. The expectations are just beyond me. A post (my last one to be precise) which took me—I'm embarrassed to tell how long—to write and less than 3 minutes to read is strung by awkward sentences and riddled by grammatical errors after an edit by the Mother. I cry foul at those who have the natural flair for writing. Pfft.

So I'm just jealous. Shoot me.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Wear White

It is fairly obvious that my posts of late have been verbose a-lacking. I am saddened to think that I have lost the intellectual capability to string a few simple sentences together just to create a proper paragraph. And it has only been 3 weeks since I last put my brain under great strain. Does it only take such a short span of time for my brain to atrophy? I would hate to picture my brain cells depleting and leaving my brain looking akin to a dried prune. Arid and shrivelled. I digress.

Turning to news that is probably worthy of more sympathy than my current vegetative state, the city of Mumbai which was a target of terrorist attacks a few days ago—though thankfully has come to an end—raised a death toll of more than 170 and caused grave injury to 290 others. It is a great tribulation for the families and friends who have lost their loved ones to have to endure; an ordeal I couldn’t possibly fully understand even if I tried to place myself in their shoes as the emotions run far deeper than a wail of sorrow or a lament of death. They are sealed within every blood cell, coursed through the veins and harbour beyond where the heart is. An abysmal agony. Unfathomable. Unimaginable. Unintelligible.

It is thus befitting and respectful that a day—today—would be served as a memorial to the victims of the Mumbai attacks. It is today we will gather together to mourn the passing of the lives lost. It is today we will stand in harmony to commemorate the terrorist attacks on Mumbai. It is today we will promote world peace, unity and support.

So wear white today—the global colour of mourning and the symbol of world peace. You can make a difference.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

My Heart Goes Out To You

For the unborn children that never got to the chance to see the world,

for the human lives lost through induced abortion,

this one's for each and every one of you.


Madagascar 2

Leaves much to be desired.

The storyline.

The animation.

The graphics. (Nothing beats Pixar.)

The laughs.

"Okay la..."

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I Dreamed a Dream

Ever had one of those dreams you wished you would never wake up from?

I just did.


But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

Monday, November 24, 2008

I Don't Care

Or at least I don't want to. But who am I kidding if not only myself.

Your smell I don't want to forget and the after-taste of your spit still lingers.

Thinking of you still makes me smile and I'm not sure if that's healthy for me. Although, it might still be healthier than smoking but that's beside the point.

I might still miss you too, only in tinier pieces.

I guess you'll always just be one of those people I want but cannot have.

Et c'est la vie.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Life is Gay

Sometimes I think life would be so much easier if everyone was just gay.

Friday, November 21, 2008

We're All In This Together

I cannot fathom how this movie ever made it to the silver screens.

It was such an effing gay-tard movie.


"Good Lord!"

So not worth my 8 bucks.


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Welcome to The Showdown of Champions

Tuesday, 18 November 2008:

I got paid to do this:

I even got to observe the match from the upper tier:

John McEnroe vs. Bjorn Borg

Roger Federer vs. James Blake

John McEnroe/James Blake vs. Bjorn Borg/Roger Federer

This pass got me everywhere around the stadium...except the players' changing room. Nyeh.

This is the closest I could get to FedEx.
And I'm not even a fan.

Old fart.

I was really supposed to be an usherette. I did carry out my duty for hour before escaping my station and started roaming the stadium. In all fairness, there really wasn't anything left to do after the first hour elapsed.

Jobs like these, I like. =)

p/s: More pictures on my Facebook.

Monday, November 17, 2008

You're My Everything

To the greatest mum in the world
who taught me
to see and not to look,
to read and not to watch,
to listen and not to hear,
to speak and not to say,
to chew and not to gobble,
and who showed me
unconditional love;

Happy Birthday!

I LOVE you,
with all my heart,
forever and always.

your daughter

Friday, November 14, 2008

The Last Lecture a New York Times best-selling book written by Randy Pausch, a professor of computer science, human-computer interaction and design at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States. (Source: Wikipedia, the free encylopedia.)

One of the valuable life lessons I learnt from reading that book was how to make a good apology, of which there are 3 parts.
  1. I'm sorry.
  2. It was my fault.
  3. How do I make it right.
Most people naturally neglect the third part as I've come to realise of late, and it is actually the more significant part of the three as it demonstrates sincerity. I do believe there is a big difference between a "seriously" and a "sincerely".

Alas, if there was one thing someone has taught me well in recent years is to not care. I never thought I would actually have something to thank you for in my life, maybe aside from contributing to my existence for which I can't even say I'm truly grateful for. But nonetheless, thank you. =)

p/s: Sometimes I wish I could feel again.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


Welcome HOME, sexy!!!

Love love YOU!

p/s: 'Oh, I miss you, you know'

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Painting The Town Red

Meet Pip.
(Tentatively named.)
Now I need a job to pay it off.
So...who's looking to hire?
*Flashes one dollar grin*

Goodbye Finals and Hello Regimens!

'Twas after good riddance of finals (Monday), I reached home, exhausted and mentally drained, stepped into the house and my mum's first greeting to me was, "Do you know what you can do now?".

Clean up my room, organize my room, help clear the house were some of the few things that came straight to mind as I casually responded, "What?".

"You can start drawing up your diet plan and exercise regime."

... ...

"Okay, mum. I shall get right onto it."

At least I know what should be top on my to-do list. Heh.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Sweet Surrender

It was a long arduous road,
blood, toil, tears and sweat,
I offered
but I fret.

The long drawn out battle,
over now
but I'm unsettled.

Though thankful to still be alive,
to emerge victorious,
is what I strive.

Even if it's only
by the slightest of margin,
I'd take it boldly
and celebrate my win.

But until the 28th of November
I'd remember, remember,
I will for now get lost in
a sweet, sweet surrender.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Post-finals. Almost.

I'm at the finish line.

Waiting for you to cross it with me.

Hold me, will you? ;)

All the best!

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Ruffled Feathers

Feeling a lil pissed, so forgive this tirade.

Some people are just unfortunate to be born without filters, hence the inability to tell what's nice to say and what's not.

I'm not being touchy. I do know how to laugh at myself, believe me. But when insults are thrown at my family members, I take offence.

And honestly, apologising after a slight only adds insult to injury.

"No offence."

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

"Oh, B(r)other!"

In pitch darkness, I lay on bed alone with my thoughts. They swirl around my room like airflow regulated by the fan. And then they stop. Interrupted by my mum's happy birthday shout out to a certain someone. Oh, my brother.

Happy Birthday Boi Boi!
Grow up or grow old trying.
Tough love. Hee.

Friday, October 24, 2008


Just thought a break from stressing over finals would do me good. Only 2 more papers to go and I am still struggling to catch my breathe. Although, it may not be entirely due to exams. *Wink*
  • Anyway, guess who rushed to the main entrance of Sunway Pyramid last Friday to "perform" on stage in front of a crowd (think in hundreds) and won tickets to the Mamma Mia! musical babeh??! Oh, that's right. ME. Effing embarrassing, but at least I have bragging rights. Hah.
  • Recently, I find myself smiling to myself (I don't know how else I could have written it without repeating 'myself' twice. Ugh. My English is atrocious.) more often than not. Too often in fact, that people who catch me red handed think I have a screw loose. Just to clear the air, I am not going dotty. I have my reasons. =)
  • Still thinking...pretty sure there's one more thing. Oh brain is atrophying.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Happy Birthday Tiff!

got drunk (me more than you),
skinny dipped,
flipped a canoe over,
gave little 'Enchanted' performances,
put on weight together,
lost weight together,
and done so much more in only 2 years??
And to think we've been learning ballet together at the same place for 15 long years and I only got to know you in the last 2 years.
Nonetheless, all is not lost as the times we've shared together have never lacked a dull moment.
So here's a toast to YOU,
for your 20th birthday,
and to many more memories to come.

Happy birthday Tiff!

Much love,

p/s: I *heart* you.

Sunday, October 05, 2008


I've read countless reports of snatch thefts in the newspapers. Heard numerous stories of them. Seen my neighbours (note the plural) get robbed. The last thing you would expect is for it to happen to you...or in my case, my mum. But that's probably the one thing all snatch theft victims share in common prior to getting robbed, they'd always think it would never happen to them...until it does.

At about 12:30pm today, my mum's handbag was snatched as she was walking into the house. Two malays/indonesians (which, she was unsure) on a motorbike sped towards my mum and grabbed her handbag, dragging her along the road as my mum stubbornly refused to let go. Thankfully, she escaped with only a few minor cuts and bruises but her handbag was gone. Scarily enough, she saw it coming. When she stepped out of the car, she saw the motorbike from afar and instinctively knew what would unfold. However, petrified and unsure of what to do, her first thought was to dash into the house. Unfortunately, everything happened in a blink of an eye and it was all too late. It's a sad ordeal for my mum but I know she'll get past it.

I hope no one would ever have to encounter such an experience but it is never by choice, the cards we are dealt. So to everyone (especially the ladies), always be aware and be safe.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Sunday, September 21, 2008

When Working Becomes A Moral Quagmire

I was forwarded an email from my mum. Attached with it was a blog post written back in August 2006 by Singapore's youngest millionaire, Adam Khoo. (A small biography on Adam Khoo: He is an entrepreneur, a best-selling author and a peak performance trainer. A self-made millionaire by the age of 26, he owns and runs several businesses in education, training, event management and advertising, all with a combined annual turnover of $30 million. (Source: Adam Khoo's Philosophies and Investing Insights)

Not to divert, in that post, he fundamentally talks about the truth about self-made millionaires (excludes "lucky bastards who inherited money") and how he became one. He also mentions that material happiness never lasts and only provides nothing more than a quick fix. It was however the sentence below that caught my eye.

(Click on the picture for a larger view.)
Photo Source: The Great American Photo Blog

In short, I couldn't agree more. Many of us, me included, get caught up in the idea of choosing a path that might put us somewhere on the map but may not necessarily get us anywhere. And it is unfortunate that we live in a superficial world where money talks and everything else walks. But I will not be 'bought'. Despite my being on the way to completing a business degree majoring in accounting, a subject of which I have absolutely no interest in whatsoever, I know for a fact (and this I am sure of) that I would not be sitting in an office cubicle, auditing taxes and balancing accounts. I say this with a tinge of regret, that although it is too late to change course at this point, it isn't too late to change my career path. So as and when that time arises for me to decide on my career, I will be wiser to choose one that is in line with my passion and my heart's desire. After all, to quote Abraham Lincoln, "it's not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years".


Friday, September 19, 2008


A short one. (It initially was. Updated at midnight. It appears my braincells work better in the wee hours as something definitely jolted my memory.)
  • I just finished reading Marley & Me and was moved to tears. Touching. It's a good book, and Marley reminds me of Zelda. Looking forward to the movie although choosing Owen Wilson to play John seemed like an odd pick, personally, I feel.
  • No matter how tight your privacy settings are on Facebook, unknown friends' requests are inevitable. So I was checking my mail this morning and had received a notification from Facebook of a friend's request. From the subject I could read it was that of a stranger's. Nonetheless, I clicked the mail open and found "Cherry Love" had not only added me but also attached a message. The message read: "Hi,,,wanna join me n my bf for threesome?? couple singing also can = )." I was dumbfounded. A little shell-shocked too, but I responded: "Hi Ms Cherry Love. I hope you're into S & M. I would evidently play the role of a dominatrix just cause I'm diabolical like that. So unless you want to get whipped and emotionally abused by yours truly, I suggest you think twice before sending out requests like such. Don't be a tease cause I can assure you a sadist would not be at all please. I would know, trust me. *Wink* Xoxo. Be nice. =)"
  • I went to the Pas...I'M KIDDING! Of course I didn't reply! I however did report her because I firmly believe Facebook isn't a portal for sexual gratification.
  • I went to the Pasar Ramadhan in Section 14 today. And having failed to buy the famous Mohd. Kasim's 'popiah basah' last year and a few times this year, I finally succeeded today; only to go home and find it isn't worth the long queues, nor the missed chances. Geez. I was even informed by Jan that he actually sells daily at the food court in Section 14. WTF. And yet people queue, every bloody day throughout the month of Ramadhan, regardless rain or shine, to buy his popiah. OMG. And can you believe that he sells out every day! JEE-ZUS. And he sells over 1000 pieces a day. A dollar each. A whole month is 30 days. That's almost RM30 000, plus minus. OMFG!
  • I just accompanied my mum to take Zelda out for her leak and she casually proposes the idea of buying me a slimming package. Can you believe it? MY MUM WANTS TO BUY ME A SLIMMING PACKAGE! Insistently offers too, if I should add. Pfft!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

I'm Just Fine

Current mood: Wistful
Currently listening to: I Can Feel A Hot One by Manchester Orchestra

Sometimes I want to revisit the past,
to remember the nostalgia that I have forgotten.

Sometimes I want to leap into the future,
to escape yesterday for a better tomorrow.

And sometimes, just sometimes, I want to stay in the present,
and hang on to that feeling and hope it lasts forever.

But it doesn't.

Maid To Work

I sat for my Financial Management mid-semester test last Friday and might possibly have flunked it. And that's not even the worst news!

What tops that was my maid leaving last Sunday and won't be returning home till 5 weeks later! "Oh my effing god?!"

It was a public holiday yesterday and I spent my morning washing my lingerie. With my bare hands. That was a swell way to start the day. I expect the water bill to rise this month and also, I probably wouldn't have any lingerie left to wear by the time my maid returns.

Last Tuesday, I rushed home from uni, changed and was all ready to go for ballet only to not be able to find my ballet bag. I searched high and low, but to no avail. The time was already 6:25pm. Class started at 6pm. I had half the mind to call my maid all the way in Indonesia to ask. Instead, I just texted my ballet teacher to apologise for my absence and told her I was still searching for my bag. (My mum came home from work and it took her less than a minute to spot my bag. To say the least, I got an earful from her.)

Oh my god, I miss my maid!

p/s: Do you add fabric softener to washing powder to wash lingerie?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

My B

Dear Nad,
thank you for letting me know you've arrived home two weeks later after you've landed.
Thank you for hardly replying my messages.
Thank you for being such a ditz.
Thank you for acting like such a ding-dong.
Thank you for never failing to entertain me.
Thank you for the LBD.
Thank you for losing my Panic At The Disco ticket stub.
Thank you for putting the collage I made for you to shame by trumping it with the photo scrap you made for me.
But most of all,
thank you for colouring my life.
Have a safe flight back to London.
I'll be missing you in tiny chunks.

p/s: You're the sweetest B.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Over The Moon

to Brit Brit on winning her 1st, 2nd and 3rd Moonman award at this year's VMAs!
Having come up empty handed in all previous 16 VMA nominations,
justice is finally served.
I'm ecstatic for her.
After such a turbulent life in the past year,
it's good to see her smiling and looking radiant.
Winning in every category she was nominated for,
Britney undoubtedly owned the 2008 VMAs.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

My Friends The Rock Stars

GIF animations generator
Waking up I see that everything is OK
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

Friday, September 05, 2008


Not any bigger,
not any wider,
just a lil older,
and that lil bit wiser.

Happy 20th birthday, Janoz!



Like A Virgin in Hollywood

Madonna is starting to grow on me.

At the age of 50 and after 26 years in the music industry, she is still going. Constantly reinventing herself, she never fails to amaze. Though I was a never fan before, but having watched her performance at the 2003 VMAs, I was blown away.

So here's the clip:

p/s: Watch the beginning of the video closely and take note of the faux pas the flower girl on the right commits. So adorably hilarious!

Thursday, September 04, 2008


That's short for The Amazing Race Asia Series 3.

I just caught the Racers Revealed episode. And boy oh boy, this season is made up with lots of good looking people! And, an added plus, they all speak well. =)

I'll start off by introducing our Malaysian teams.

Ida Nerina & Tania Khan
One's an actress, and the other an heiress.
They are fun and dramatic, so that would make for good entertainment.
They have my full support.
Girl power! Grrr!

Bernie & Henry Chan
Sister & brother.
Apparently she was the host of Project Runway Malaysia (which I've never seen) and he is a chef.
They seem physically strong and intellectual.

I do hope our Malaysian teams go far.
Malaysia BOLEH!

Now, the eye candies.

Pailin Rungratanasunthorn & Natalie Glebova
Beauty pageants.
One was Miss Earth 2006 while the other was Miss Universe 2005.
And Natalie Glebova is the wife of professional tennis player Paradorn Srichaphan.
They are representing Thailand, if you couldn't already guess.
Oh they are really pretty & hot!

Geoff Rodriguez & Tisha Silang
Don't they make a good looking couple?
They are representing the Philippines, although he's a New Zealander and she's a Canadian. Pfft.
We'll see if the race makes or breaks them.
It'll be interesting to watch.

William & Isaac Hong
Representing South Korea.
I think William is kinda cute.
But his brother, he looks a bit like a doofus, though I assure you, he is anything but.

And the most unlikely team to ever race:
A.D. & Fuzzie
Best friends.
They are such characters.
One has OCD while the other is a real sloth.
They may not be perfect for the race but they are, to quote them, "perfect for TV".

These are some of the more appealing racers. With such exuberant personalities and pizzazz exerted from these teams, a climatically engrossing season is definitely in store. Well, you'll know where to find me on Thursday nights at 9pm—couched in front of the idiot box and cheering on the Women in Black!


A quickie...because I really have nothing much to blog about. Really.
  • Pictures of the MTV Asia Awards and Panic at the Disco concert are finally up on my facebook. Those who aren't on my friend's list...well, unless you can come up with a creative reason for me to add you, then it's just too bad la. I say 'creative' because I don't simply approve anyone. And evidently, reasons like "I want to be your friend" just wouldn't cut it.
  • Officially went back for ballet last Tuesday. Although I am terribly rusty and tight (that's 'inflexible' in ballet lingo), it feels good to be dancing again. Whilst chatting with my ballet teacher, she pointed out that she used to be just like me when she was dancing. "This fat?" I asked while gesturing to my body. "Yes," she replied. On a related topic, a few weeks back, I attended some of my ballet teacher's lower grade classes just to accompany Tiff, and my ballet teacher very nonchalantly quipped Tiff as being overweight for a dancer and me...obese.
  • Recalling one of my previous post, I mentioned I was a godmother. I think the suspense has died off, naturally. Nonetheless, this is the story. Tiff made a baby, few months back. It's a she. And her name is Iris.
Oh, did I fail to mention that my godchild is a stuffed bear?
Still, she's pretty, no?
  • Last but not least, Avril's concert was rocking awesome!!! And
I stole those horns. Okay.
Technically, Calvin stole them.
I wanted something to remember the concert by, besides the pictures and ticket stub. And since the original merchandises were so unreasonably priced, (RM90 for a tee-shirt! Geez.) I thought the horns would be cool. Spotting a store that sold them, we walked over to it. There was a small crowd gathering round the store as like me I presume, they were getting last minute souvenirs after the concert. Calvin picked up the horn. Looked at me. Looked at the vendor who was too busy entertaining the other buyers. Looked at me again and said, "Let's go." So we turned around and scampered off. In fairness, I did feel guilty but at the same time, it was quite gratifying. Brought back childhood memories. Looking back, I was probably kleptomanic when I was a child. I stole a fair bit of amount, but they were mainly small lil miscellanous stuff. I especially enjoyed stealing those teeny tiny locks you'd find on kid's diaries back then. I'm sure they still sell them. Hey, don't judge. I bet everyone stole before as a child. I don't anymore. Unless I 'find a penny, I'd pick it up and all day long I'll have good luck'. =)

Sunday, August 24, 2008


It took me only 7 seconds to realise it's far easier being anorexic than bullimic.

p/s: I am convinced I undid all my past 3 weeks of exercise in just one day (i.e. today). UGH. I'm blaming it on my effing company law assignment. I binge when I'm stressed out.

pp/s: I feel fat again. Feck.

The Best Damn Tour back on babeh!

After a week of controversy and uncertainty, our Government miraculously grew 1/8 of a brain and a tinge of rationality to finally approve Avril Lavigne's concert.

In any case, the last word I would use to describe Avril Lavigne is "sexy". Too sexy, she was apparently claimed to be.


Thursday, August 21, 2008

All That Gay

Malaysia being all that gay has given Avril Lavigne's concert the axe. Reason being, her concert, which falls on the 29th of August, is held during the independence period of Malaysia and hence, the pop and rock culture that is of concerts will make 'us' less patriotic. "Really?"

Effing retarded.

An article was published in The Star yesterday confirming the cancellation: *Click here*
Although, another article was published moments after stating a final attempt to stage her concert: *Click here*


This is just so gay.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

On A Lighter Note...

I've lost 2kgs in 2 weeks! *Woot!*

(Pun was totally intended!)

Emo Much

I was overcome by a flood of emotions yesterday. Not only did I have to deal with the departure of my friend, I have an assignment due this Friday and another next Monday to think about. And if that wasn't enough, the progress in my studies thus far left me feeling demoralised as I succumbed to the pressure of uni. Everyone around me, especially friends so dear, are flourishing in their studies while I'm floundering. In an instance, my world, as I saw it, was crumbling down to my feet. Dreams—shattered. Aspirations—unattained. Life—failed.

Anxiety started to build up from inside me. Feeling unsettled, I called Densy Darling to calm my nerves but ended up breaking down. I cried my heart out. But Densy, ever so understanding, gave me the right dose of pep talk. (You're the sweetest Densy! Love you much!) I felt more at ease and my heart, lighter. Still looking frazzled, I went to see my mum and told her I was stressed out. She gave the me the 'mother's talk'. One I've heard too many times and hated to be reminded of; but I needed it. At the end of the lecture, she asked to look at my assignments and said she'll help me get help. (Maybe I ought to cry more often.)

Emotionally drained, I went to bed early and woke up this morning feeling young and fresh. I carried out my usual motions of today till early evening. Just as I was about to leave for ballet, I was reminded by my ballet teacher that the ballet school was close this week, coinciding with the school holidays. Not wanting to break my streak of regular exercise (Yes, I have been exercising pretty regularly for the past 2 weeks.), I made up my mind to go run. As I ran, it hit me that I've actually already succeeded in life. I have the greatest mum in the world. (As embarrassing as this will sound for me, but my mum spent the whole day asking her colleagues how to get around doing my assignments. Before any of you start teasing me, her colleagues said the questions were tough, okay! I love love LOVE love love you mum!) Plus, I couldn't ask for more awesome friends (you guys should know who you are)! I am truly blessed and Life could not have seemed more beautiful.

But hey, I was never a small dreamer and I will not settle for mediocrity. So why should I ever stop striving when the world I desire can be won?

Monday, August 18, 2008


Dear Tiff
I hate you for leaving (Don't hate?),
but I suppose it was inevitable.
Although you missing your flight on Saturday and gifting me one more night with you probably helped prevent me from getting too distraught.
However, knowing you won't be coming home for a year and a half
might cause me to relapse.
That aside, thank you for being who you are,
for being everything I need in a friend and so much more.
I appreciate you.
I love you.
I miss you.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Ink Me

I accompanied Tiff today to get her tattoo done which turned out really beautiful, after much redraws. Now I totally desire one myself. On my left wrist. One day. I will.

Anyway, Tiff shared a dream she had of me. Wasn't exactly pleasant, but at least she was thinking of me. Lol. Apparently, she dreamt I was kidnapped. We were driving to god-knows-where and parked our car in a dark shady area. We got down and sliced mangoes (was it?) squatting down. Unaware of our surroundings, we hadn't noticed a group of man surrounding us. One in particular started to assault us. Tiff told him to eff off and it did not go down well with the others. We ran for our lives as they tried to hunt us down. Tiff managed to fight off the one who was chasing after her. To quote her: "I hit him in the face and slammed him into a wall." Really, Tiff? I, on the other hand, was portrayed as a complete weakling in her dream as I was outrun and abducted.

Tiff called her mum and they filed a police report. After several minutes, they got tipped off regarding my whereabouts. They soon spotted me walking with an old woman whom I was tied to along the streets. Tiff rummaged through her bag and managed to find a pair of scissors. They drove up right next to me, and Tiff cut me loose and rescued me.

Not quite sure what it signifies...but this is one of those dreams you hope doesn't come true.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I'm A Movie Buff

Watched this yesterday at GSC Signature.
Free ticks to the premier screening courtesy of Calvin.
It was all right la.
In compliance with the Film Censorship Board of Malaysia, plenty of parts were censored.
T Y P I C A L la.

Watched this again today.
Most definitely put a smile on my face.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

I *heart* MTV!

My day started out very ordinary as did most of my days this week. But unlike the past few days, today stood out from the rest by a mile.


Calvin informed me a few days back about the MTV Asia Awards roadshow that was going to be held in Cineleisure on 19 July, and we had since decided to go.

In Cineleisure, a stage was set up and sponsors of MAA had booths all around. A crowd had already gathered in front of the stage. The clock continued to tick.

Soon, 12pm struck. MTV Asia's newest VJ went on stage to kick off the roadshow and announced, to the crowd's delight, that 40-50 tickets would be given away. This was greeted with screams, cheers and applaud as the atmosphere intensified.

Volunteers were chosen to go up on stage, answer a question correctly and win a goodie bag with 2 passes to the MAA. The process sounded simple enough. Hence, Calvin, his friends and I, with arms raised, screamed at the highest decibel our lungs allowed us to, to gain VJ Taya's attention.

Goodie bags after goodie bags were handed out rounds after rounds. Nonetheless, we kept our spirits up.

In the next round, two volunteers were already up on stage to try their luck. This time however, VJ Taya informs them that, not only will they be playing to win tickets but also a 3-day-2-night accommodation at Genting's Resort Hotel. And the question was "How many rooms does ... (I forgot which hotel it was. Will update.) have?" One of them said 400 while the other said 500.

Both were wrong! And they only walked away with a complimentary gift. Soon, another two volunteers were picked to guess the number of rooms and they both also got it wrong! By that time, Calvin, Joanne and I had already squeezed our way to the front of the stage and were only separated by a table. I urged Cal to climb up onto the table to try and grab VJ Taya's attention. At the same time, I was trying desperately to eavesdrop for answers. "600 rooms." "800."

She picked some dude on the right side of the stage and then started walking over to the left side to where we were. She then pointed at Cal and said, "The guy in red, come on up."

"Oh my god! GO CALVIN!!!" I yelled from down stage.

"So do you think you guys know the answer?" VJ Taya spoke into the mic.

I was starting to get frantic. I looked around. Kept my ears peeled. And then I heard it.

Calvin looked at me down below. I held up 8 fingers and mouthed to him "8-8-8-8".

"10000," said the dude.

"8000," said Calvin.

"One of you is actually really close," VJ Taya said. "Do you want to know who won?"

"You," she said pointing at CALVIN!!!

I couldn't contain my excitement and screamed in joy!

Another one of Calvin's friend had also managed to win a pair of ticks. Though we're still waiting for a few more of his friends to win another pair at tomorrow's roadshow. They didn't get too lucky today, but lets hope their luck would change. Then it's going to be an awesome possum time in Genting's Arena of Stars on the 2nd of August babeh!!!

Update: Pictures are on my Facebook.


Friday, July 04, 2008


Since my happenings are more than 5 days old, there's hardly a point on blogging in detail about every one of them.
  • 2 weeks ago, my rottweiler accidentally bit my mum which left her with a big nasty gash that required 10 stitches which set her back by RM1000k+. Pfft. The money doctors make is astronomical, almost verging on ridiculous. Anyhoo, the story is actually like this. My mum's friend had allowed herself into our front yard to pass my mum something (I wasn't at home at the time of the incident. Instead, I was in uni, studying for my last paper.). Anyway, my mum opened the door only to have Zelda (my rottweiler) rush out, wanting to pounce on my mum's friend. As my mum rushed to hold Zelda back, her arm (around the brachialis) caught Zelda's canine tooth hence causing blood to gush out and fats to spill out. Her bone was almost visible. Since I wasn't around, no pictures. Unfortunately. Anyway, thankfully, none of my mum's nerves were damaged. Being a Christian before, it is traditionally known to shout "Hallelujah!" or "Praise the Lord!" when miracles occur. So...Hallelujah!
  • I attended a job interview a few days ago and was dumbfounded when the interviewer asked, "So...tell me about yourself." I find that question rather narcissistic but I suppose you are expected to 'sell'/'promote' yourself in interviews. Luckily, everything was rather informal. Just blurted a sentence or two and it was suffice to secure the job. Lol. Then again, the company is in desperate need of people.
  • Watched Made of Honour a few days ago with Densy Darling.
It was all right.
Romantic chic flick.
Nothing too typical.
Nothing too unusual.

We proceeded to Forever 21 after the movie to make a fool out of ourselves.
I thought the top I had on was fairly nice although it was a pity they didn't have my size. Nevertheless, I wouldn't spend more than RM60 on a top, especially when I'm not earning. Anyhoo, Densy was adamant I blogged about the dress she had on. Of course, she made me wear it too. And because I know no shame...

"Hey, I'm happy to entertain you."

The real purpose for our day out was really to get our license renewed. (Densy's one expired in May. Mine, second week of June.) But who would have thought JPJ would be so crowded in the late morning. Hence, we aborted and decided to do it the next day at 8 in the bloody morning. Which we did, after much wait from poor computer connections and worker inefficiencies (Nothing surprising, eh?). Thus, we are no longer P drivers. Woopee!
  • Today, I went to OU and signed up for the One Utama Race held this Sunday. Apparently it's a treasure hunt cum amazing race cum obstacle course sort of race. A team of two. Densy makes up the other half. Not having high expectations la...though prizes are pretty awesome. Grand prize is RM10 000 + other stuff. Anyhoo, just going to have fun. But dammit, I am competitive! I'm not going down without a fight! So...go us!
  • This just in: Avril Lavigne is coming to Malaysia babeh!!! And so is Panic! at The Disco! Okay la...I just found out. Also, MTV Asia Awards 2008 is set to be held in Genting. How awesome.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

I Feel Good!

I've absolutely forgotten what I did yesterday.


... ... ... ... Nope. Nothing.

But anyway, I can still recall what I did the day before yesterday. So that pooh-poohs any sign of amnesia. It was my last day of exam. Nyeh. Paper was so-so. Not likely to fail...not likely to score very high either. But whatevs. Anyhoo, putting that aside, had lunch and caught a movie after my paper with the girls, Sue & Ros.

Hilarious stuff. I loved the movie! As the British would say, I was 'chuffed to bits'. Although we missed the first 15 minutes. First reason being, we watched the movie at TGV. Therefore, no commercials before movies. Therefore, movie normally starts on time. And if you are unlucky enough, it might just even start early. Second reason and probably the more significant of the two, we took 30 minutes deciding where to eat for lunch. Nuff said.

That was Tuesday. Skipping Wednesday cause I still can't recall what I did.

Thursday. Today.

WANTED babeh!

Nyeh. Expected too much. Dammit.

Nonetheless, thank God for ANGELINA JOLIE! HOT HOT HOT! (At this point, I sense some of you might think I'm giving off some sort of gay vibe. Well, too bad. I don't freaking give a damn cause she is effing hot and you don't need to be gay to know that!)

Moving on. to bowl. Finally! Been dying to bowl. But blargh. Didn't manage to go beyond 100 points, but I was close. Oh...I'll get there! Anyway, we didn't think seeing one movie was enough for the day. So we decided to catch
later that night after having heard much about it.

But before that, I had my ballet concert rehearsal. Ah yeah...keeping myself occupied. Hee. (See Z! I need a longer break! So much to do, so little time! Oh, I'll smack you all right for wanting hols to end sooner!) Anyway, my ballet school holds a school concert annually. And for this year's concert, the girls and I will be reprising the same Hawaiian dance we did a few months back for an event. (Can't recall if I ever blogged about it, but pictures are on my facebook.) So today was our first rehearsal, and concert is next Saturday and Sunday. Go us!

That's that. Now back to the movie. Caught the 9:30pm one. Kenneth picked me up and we met his friends inside the hall since we were 5 minutes away from being late. Not my fault. (And not like anyone is asking either, right?) We settled in our seats and enjoyed the movie. Had a good laugh but I almost wished I didn't have an olfactor cause the guy sitting on my right had the worse BO everrr! Ugh! Goddd...some people just don't know the existence of deodorant! Or soap for that matter!

Okay. That's how my hols have been thus far. Like today, my day starts early tomorrow too. *Flashes my million dollar smile—ka-ching!*

I don't want to know how lame I just sounded.

Good night!

Thursday, June 19, 2008


Remember I told you my drain cover was stolen.

About a week ago.

Well, I just fucking fell into it. (It's bloody 4 feet deep!)

Because my useless a-hole of a . . . . . . has not gotten it replaced.

I knew it was an accident waiting to happen.

And it did.

To me.

My day could not have ended in a far worst spectacle.

*** ***
I sat for my 2nd last paper this afternoon.



Deja vu.

p/s: My leg effing hurts.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

M****r *toot*!

I've got a f**king lizard in my room! And it's f**king huge! So now I can't f**king sleep in my own bloody room and it's f**king 1:30 in the f**king morning!

I almost died just trying to shoo it away. The way it moves and crawls just f**king creeps me out!

I'm still in the midst of my bloody exams and now I can't even get a good night's rest in the comfort of my own f**king bed!

This is so God-damn bloody f**king retarded!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Introducing Dr Gwen!


No, I'm not late.

After all, it's still your birthday in other parts of the world.

Tee hee.

So savour every moment of your last teen year!



I think I undermine myself a little too much.

I give myself too little credit than I deserve.

To an extent that it is becoming annoying. To others, that is.

I always prefer to remain sceptical because I never believe in having expectations beyond your reach. They say fear protects you (and it probably does), but I believe so does scepticism.

When you don't expect, you don't get disappointed. Plain and easy.

Though there probably is a flip side to the statement above, but I digress, cause that would only provide a flaw in my argument and then I wouldn't have much of an argument anymore now, would I?

Anyway, directing you back towards the point of my argument, which actually involves my 2nd assignment for Media Studies. I got an HD. "Sweetness."

But honestly, I am shocked. What is harder to believe is how others can't understand why I'm in disbelief of my result. It's a 2000-word-long essay. Might only have spent a day doing my research. Wrote it in 2 bloody days. Wrote the last 5-700 hundred words in uni on the day it was due. So me feeling iffy is completely justifiable!

Not everyone would agree. My tutor included. Blargh.

So maybe I should accept the fact that I just might be gifted in the Arts.


p/s: One of the joys of doing Arts is that you may feel like you're writing bs, but the bs could very well be HD worthy.

Oh...Screw It!

The drain cover of my house was stolen yesterday. And in broad daylight, mind you.

My maid had gone out to buy some stuff, and when she came home, she was shocked to discover this:

She was only away for 20 minutes! Surprisingly, my rottweiler, who is ever so sensitive by the slightest movement, didn't even bark. Pfft. I guess she wasn't meant to be a guard dog.

According to my aunt, a drain cover can fetch for about RM100+. And the stolen ones that are resold only cost RM30. Geez...why didn't I think of selling the drain cover myself? I could have pocketed a cool RM70 if I bought a stolen resold one to replace it. I think I could make a living like that. I buy them cheap and sell them at a profit. could not have sounded simpler than that.

Screw deciding on doing a second major.

Screw thinking about whether I should carry on doing Arts units.

Screw my degree.

Screw my university education.


Anyway, I blame the oil price hike for the stolen drain cover. So who exactly is still in support of the ridiculous price hike?? I cannot imagine anyone to be, unless you're a government servant, of course.


Friday, June 06, 2008

J's Monologue

I sat for 2 papers yesterday. And I would say it went...horribly well. Horrible because the papers would have been tough for someone who didn't study, and 'well', like a stroll in the park for someone who did. Since I fall in neither category, i.e. I studied but didn't die studying, therefore, I think 'horribly well' is an apt way of summing it up.


p/s: Yes, it's a really short monologue (such irony) but it's my first. Hence, I would appreciate an exception. Thank you very much.

pp/s: About me being a godmother, I think I've to keep you in suspense till the end of the month. Sorry, but finals is a bitch.


Sunday, June 01, 2008


I've realised my few previous entries have been utter bs. Well, it's just unfortunate that the past few months of my life has been nothing but uneventful twists and turns. It also doesn't help that I'm grounded on weekdays. Not only does that leave me with nothing to blog about, but I am forced to scout my garden for caterpillars so I can have something to post here just to keep this place alive.

Anyway, I'm just going to launch into a few bullet points of thoughts that are at the top of my head.
  • Firstly, congratulations to my oh-so-brainy smart ass of a cousin who received an offer letter from National University of Singapore (NUS)! His parents are contemplating on whether he should switch over since he is currently studying in Monash (Malaysia). Well, I personally think he should go! How often does Opportunity come knocking on one's door??
  • My mother says: "I'm really quite concerned about your weight."
  • My mother has put me on a diet starting today. "I bought you yoghurt so you can start dieting." Exact quote, mind you.
  • My exam starts this Thursday (5th June) and I've 2 papers on that bloody day! God dammit.
  • My exam ends 24th June. God dammit!
  • My second semester starts 14th July. GOD DAMMIT!!!

It's back to the books for me.

Later y'all.
  • Oh...did I mention that I'm a godmother?! (More on this to come. =D)

Z replied to my The Very Hungry Caterpillar entry:

*Click here* if you are interested in reading more about the caterpillar I found in my garden. My dear friend Z is an arthropod enthusiast and is thus very knowledgeable in the area of insects, creepy crawlies and whatnot.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

The Very Hungry Caterpillar

Hey Z! I reckoned this post might interest you, so I guess I'll just dedicate it to you. Lol.

Look at what I found in my garden a few days ago...
A caterpillar!

What?! It's not like I get to see one every day in my very own garden! And plus, I don't think I've ever seen one so huge!

Just look at it! Ain't it dainty?

I got to witness a caterpillar munching (It 'munches' right, Z?) off a leaf for the very first time and it's the cutest thing ever! It eats really really fast! But it takes really long breaks in between munches.

It rained for a bit, and when it stopped I came out to check on the caterpillar and found it hanging like that ^.

The caterpillar reminded me of this book:
My favourite book when I was a child. =)

I'm sure everyone read that book when you were all teeny, tiny and whiny!

Anyway, my maid moved it to another plant opposite my house cause it had apparent balded my mum's plant. So I guess I won't get to observe the metamorphosis. Boohoo.

Pretty & pink.

Peace out.