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.