My Attempt to be an Alcoholic.

Location: Bro's Room, Ipoh.

Yesterday was totally different from the day before yesterday but technically, yesterday was the day before yesterday coz a new day for me is after 5 hours or more sleep that I have. Since I didn't sleep last night, I find the day before yesterday is actually yesterday and that yesterday was delightfully long...

buaHahha~ I CAN be crappishly Deep sometimes...

Anyhoo, what I did in a nutshell brought Ah Pi out for a walk, waxed the windshields of the cars, washed clothes (with the washing machine ofcoz) cooked dinner (for moi), watched plenty of tabloids from E! (that I love so so much), watched Nanny Diaries and that realllllllllly spine-chillingly scary Disney Princess Enchanted Tales Follow Your Dreams (2007) which I stupidly mistaken it for the long awaited Enchanted... Yes, I did slapped myself after I realized I was actually watching that Disney princesses crap.

Oh, I forgot to mention that mom and dad went to KL again for that motivational talk thing early in the morning and came home about 11.00pm. And it's one of those days I enjoy so much coz it's when mom and I totally clicked and got each other!

Mind you, this don't happen that often especially when it comes to the fashion and style department. What can I say, the generation/age gap's exceptionally evident in that section~

Anyways, as for dinner, I whipped up a bowl of simple Mac with eggs, lil' cocktail sausages, some veg blended with oyster sauce, a tinge of sesame oil and literally every and any spices that I manage to find in my house... Hey, I'm the one who's eating and I ain't complaining~

To top it all up, I had half a cup of red wine... Yes, i used a cup to measure it.


But after that I find it really icky coz I'm NOT a wine person, nor am I a fan of alcohol. So I was thinking, What The Heck, parents are not in, I'm not going anywhere for the evening, I decided to see where my limits were knowing really well that I'm not alcohol-tolerant.


So I grabbed my Pelican out of the fridge and down it went... Still conscious. A little woozy, getting warmer but still capable of walking in a straight line. So I went digging in the cabinet for any other alcoholic beverages. Then I found a 6 pack of these.


This must be the 4th or 5th can of Carlsberg I've had so far in 19 years, so it's less monumental. I drank it and immediately felt really full. Like I had a large pizza & lasagna for supper... I tried to down it in one gulp but to find that I was too ambitious. At the end, I did managed to finish it though~

Then came the wave of nauseousness... haha... guess I just hit jackpot. But I kept it all in just to see how my body would react. I drank some chinese tea and *whoop* back to normal.

Needless to say, my attempt to be an alcoholic is a total waste of time. I didn't have the double vision thing and after all these, I still manage to walk straight AND blog. I guess the Chinese tea really helped a lot...

And, for the record, I really don't like the taste of alcohol! It's like licking metal and drinking fermented stuff. I like pelican though, coz they have all these interesting flavor and doesn't taste as bad as beer and wine (and one of it is PINK~) ... Beer and wine are just not for me. I can't imagine WHY people can be alcoholics. I still remember the first of the few times I went to a club, after having only 3 cans of Heineken, I feel a little hard to balance and manoeuvre on my only 3 inches high heels... I can't help but wonder, why would you, people out there, would wanna torture yourselves?!

Hmm, after much thought, think I should drink more... Just to get myself used to the whole alcohol thing. Any alcohol drinking buddies out there would like to have a drink with me?

------------ A Lame Joke for Today ---------------

As I was putting the clothes out to dry, Pipi was there to accompany me by sitting there and do NOTHING. Like seriously, sometimes I think he's mocking me. Especially when I was doing the chores at home, he'll be lazing around, or giving me the lazy eye just to SHOW me how easy his life is...


Anyways, I saw a cock (as in a male chicken) crossing by the back alley (behind my house) so I pointed at the cock and said: "Hey ah Pi, is that your friend? He's a chicken too!"

So That's All Folks~
Please tune in another time for other really Lame JokeS~

p/s: if you don't get the joke, just laugh only lar... Ish...

pp/s: I scored 131 for a bingo today!!! buahahahhahaha!!! (as far as i can remember) It's a first!! *clap* *clap* Though it's not as high as some pros out there, I'm still happpy that I got lucky~

Are We Even Living For Ourselves Anymore?

Location: Bro's Bedroom, Ipoh.

First things first, no, today the sun will not rise from the north, so NO, I didn't just woke up at 6 in the morning.

Ok, lame dry humor aside, I just cannot shake the conversation mom, dad and I had yesterday (at dinner in Wei Choy around 8:30pm just after dad brought Ah Pi out for a walk... Wait, was I being a little too specific? hehe... Anyways,) mom and I have been pushing each others' buttons yesterday.

Since yesterday morning she kicked me outa bed at 10:30am,11:30am, 11:49am, 12:15pm and I finally woke up at 12:30pm... I am always grumpy & moody in the morning so when she poked fun of me, my body reacted by overproducing hormones that made me EXTRA emo.

Yes, I got all teared up and fought back by lashing out stuff like "It's been 2 weeks that I've been home and you keep talking about this same freaking issue EVERYDAY and for the first 100 times you said that, I tried very freaking hard to NOT bite back... But you keep going on and on and on with this and it's really getting on my nerves OK?! Now I don't only find it HURTFUL, I HAD to rebut to protect what little SELF CONFIDENCE I have left intact with me now... SO freaking SHUT UP already!!!"

Well, that's what I said... It's just that it's in Mandarin and less organized.


She was really taken aback to see me snapped just like that, but I don't regret saying that coz she didn't bring up the issue again for the rest of the day. BUT NO, she just had to find some ways to EXPRESS her ability to fight with her HIGHLY functional tongue of hers. Since I'm home, I'm the hamster/sitting duck sitting in a cage...

We argued about the things that she put in my room (it's HER temporary extented storeroom now) and the things that she put in bro's wardrobe (all the winter clothing and shit -- What sparked that? I merely suggested that she should put the winter clothing in her newly built closet and she told me the long grandmother story of bro not being in the house and the space is just alright for the unused winter clothing) Then some some titter-tatter, I avoided her for the rest of the day.... til dinner that is.

Dad's not out of town and that's pretty rare for us, so I made it a point to not eat with granny and godmom earlier on to have dinner with my immediate, closest family.

To make conversation, she told dad that if I hadn't promised to go for the function, I would have taken part in that rally 2 weeks ago... and Dad gave me that LOOK (that he's famous for when he despises, strongly disagrees, looks down, angry about something, etc) and asked: "what are you trying to prove? Are you trying to be like your Er Yi?"

-- long story about my er yi... --

I ducked and avoided the whole topic and pretended that I was SOOO into that football match (Liverpool vs New Castle United which Liverpool won 3-0) and didn't hear him say anything. He said and I quote...

"Don't do stupid stuff la, we spend so much money on you for you to go to Monash to study..."

That eager beaver sitting opposite me JUST CAN'T WAIT to give me her 50 cents...

"Yealor, yealor. What if you got caught? What would mommy and daddy do? You're just 19 ok?"

... All I heard was *mummbbleee* *fummbleeee*... Ok, I have to admit, I was a little childish using that description, but why did I keep quiet while they desperately tried to share with me their oh-so-very-koreck-thoughts?

The thing about my family is that, there are some things that CAN & CANNOT be spoken out loud cause they will use their "I've been in the world for more than *how-many-years*" and "I have eaten salt more that you have eaten rice...". No, I do not doubt their experiences and judgments but they won't understand what is it like to WANT to do something like what I wanted to do... It's frown upon... and it is always a potentially fatal spark for any ferocious arguments, at anytime in my family.

She came up with three really genius principles which no doubt that she had came up on the spot saying...

"there are 3 ways to support something 1st being financially, 2nd being mentally and 3rd being action (coz "physically" slipped her mind I presume) AND all we should never never choose is taking action... It's not for US..."

I wanted so desperately to ask, what do you mean by US? Do you mean OUR family? Do you mean the CHINESE community from around here? Or you're just referring to those who are 'dumb' (can't speak)? WHY should we keep quiet IF we feel strongly about something?

Instead, I know better but I replied: "typical Chinese mentality".
(and that totally fired dad up...)

WHY didn't I ask all these question??

Coz I'm born and raised in this family. Coz I know that we're in a public place and IF I talk back, ALLLLL the drama that you can find on TVB will be presented live... Coz I'm brought up in a traditionally Urban Chinese family.

too complicated?

According to my parents, WE, as children, no longer live OUR lives anymore. WE live for our parents and ancestors. WE live FOR our "kind"... Just like it's frown upon to marry non-Chinese like Indians and Malays BUT those Mat Sallehs are totally accepted here. If we committed suicide or wasn't careful with our behavior (say, had sex before marriage) we'll not only put ourselves to shame, we'll drag along a WHOLE BIG BUNCHA BAGGAGE down with us... We'll be considered as irresponsible to our parents, their parents and their parents' parents...


Like who started this crap anyways? WHY do we need to trouble ourselves by considering the imaginary chain binding you from doing what your heart YEARNS to do and strongly know that it's correct to begin with? Is this social system having positive influences on fields other than morality and cognitive rationality? More importantly, is this posing a threat (other than being nurtured with STRONG self censorship) to freedom of speech, freedom of happiness and freedom of EXPRESSION? Maybe they say is true, social norms CAN change people's rationality...

Would the future of mankind be any better IF people start to live for THEMSELVES?

p/s: After the whole shebang, mom and I resolved the whole me giving her the cold shoulder thing after the VERY CRAZY shopping in Uda Ocean, Ipoh. I don't know which is crazier. The fact that people spend money like water to buy normal, VERY normal stuff or the fact that shopping therapy works in my family EVERYTIME... Says who Money can't buy happiness?

OH MY GAWD

Location: Bro's Room, Ipoh.


Yes. It's like in my system to have the gene to fuck a simple thing up.

Here I stood stripped off and drowned in embarrassment and I only have MYSELF to blame!!

Though it's very normal for girls my age to do what I did but what I'm so angry is that THEY don't have the right to pry and invade my privacy!! Some may take this as a public matter but I'm not one of them!

My blood literally ran cold at that moment I came to my senses. Sitting bewildered with red veins straining out of my eyeballs to confirm what I saw... I SO CAN'T believe I lived to see this DAY.

So, is killing other people still illegal in Malaysia? lol... joking la...

-------------------- INTERMISSION --------------------

Anyway earlier that day, i came back from the ISC at 3pm to an empty house (no offense Ah Pi...) and after watching Tyra Banks' True Hollywood Story and having a deeper sense of respect to that one hell of a woman, I decided to embark on a quest to find out what Fruedian's ALLLL about!

I grabbed my keys, took my backpack packed with a bottle of water, Vaseline, tissue paper and my purse, wore my lovely pink socks with my sport shoes and Off I went, I drove my Bro's car to the Perak State Library and yes, looked very chio (aka state of the art) right?


With that all not-so-high-tech CGI and veli veli good camera man to take and edit the pic, let's just put it this way, it's like the middle of an oasis and mirage, where it's not as sparky as the mirage promised it to be.

Anyhoo, figurative BS aside, I parked my car in front of the entrance and marched in with my mp4 in my hand to look for a directory of books in the library. I haven't been in this library since SPM 2 years ago, and no, it still looked the same, minus the renovation noises and the sight of chatters of students 'socializing' in the library. If I didn't know better, I'd thought some soliciting was happening there...

Maybe I got too used to the very systematic categorization of books in Monash's Library, I was actually surprised to find that there are NO technical directory anywhere in the Perak State Library.


The whole thing went like this:

(hmm,.. Where to start? got 3 levels lerr... can die la if wanna find it myself)
Me: hi, sel'mat petang. sorry ya, I nak cari buku Freud, Sigmund Freud.
Lady Librarian: (browsed me from head to toe and answered reluctantly) katogori mana?
Me: Er... Psychology...
LL: nombor 150.
Me: huh??
LL: semua buku yang ade nombor 150 ni.
(still not a clue what gibberish she spoke, I tried to make sense of it)
Me: So buku 150 kat tingkat yang mana?
LL: U cari sendiri la. Tingkat 2 dan tingkat 1 pun ada.
(OK, seriously dude, not much help here. got 3 floors you tell me to look for it in 2 floors??!!)
Me: takkan ada directory yang tulis kat mana buku-buku psychology ni letak?
(She stared at me like I'm speaking Akkala Sami or Mochica)
Me: er... macam sistem yang diguna untuk cari location buku?
(again, that confused bewildered stare like i've said the most ridiculous thing ever)

-the fruitless conversation went on about 30 seconds and I decided that it's really going nowhere-

Me: Err... thank you ya..

So, I stumbled and strolled around the racks of the 1st and 2nd floor feeling like an intellectual myself, I saw a few psychology book. When I say a 'FEW' I meant the 15, not more than 20 books regarding psychology... Freud was nowhere in sight but lucky for me, Foucault was in the building. Well I can't resist since it was the next best thing. I flipped through some interesting parts regarding critical theory ending up with a pile of unidentified 5 (or more) syllabled words and still not understanding what the heck Foucault was trying to say in that particular chapter.

First he said he's not into Nietzsche (see, it was mentioned so many times that I know how to spell but not how to read) but clearly he's deeply influenced by it, he does not really agree with Freud and Marx, but he's trying to strike a balance between the 3 ideologies... or something like that. I feel like I'm trying to patch up a scattered puzzle... I thought Foucault was all about critical theory... then I see names like Hegel and Kant and many others which eventually jumbled up into a cloud of blur in my obviously rusty brain...

*scratch head and drool like an idiot*

Think you'll be seeing more of me in the library in the near, very near future until I lose my interest and begin to obsess on something else... yes, beware, the blur girl will strike again...

Today, I'm not the gal I used to be anymore!

Location: Kitchen Table @ Home.

I'm here solely because mom dominated the MOST COZZZZZY part of the sofa and blogging in the living room just lost its point. They just came back from HQ, their business thing la. Left so early in the morning (10am!! Can you imagine?!) and I was left alone to babysit the temp. maid.

Oh, before I start writing anything, I found the underlying cause of the recent mood swings and depression! I was greeted with a BIG RED 'angpow' this morning accompanied by series of inconvenient abdominal movements (can't find a word to describe it less awkwardly). Something different about me is that while girls my age have punctual monthly visits from their aunties, mine just drop by anytime she wants in 3 to 4 months' time. So naturally, I was caught completely off guard.

Anyhoo, I'm feeling so so guilty having weighing all the options and I have to missed gym today! (my normal routine spent in the club was 10 minutes on the steppy thingy, 15 + - on the tracks, 5 minutes on the bike, a couple of stretching to warm down and 30 minutes spent bathing = about an hour... short I know...) Feeling especially bad after my "I'm gona start a routine and stick to it" entry yesterday, I decided that it's time for me to tick a couple of things off my list of *never-ending-chores-to-be-completed-in-20-years*. Among them are "clear those crappy Galaxie Magazines stashed up in the study room" and "learn guitar".

An so, I planned everything out before hand, which is rare seeing that I'm NOT (much of) a planner. I brought my bro's very cool pc downstairs coz kena-ed virus again (darn you 200 Pounds Beauty!), got suited up and coaxed Pipi into the bathroom. It's really not as easy as it sounds. Since when dogs and cats will be totally willing to get a bath? It's like their DNA of bath-phobic is extremely sensitive or something. I have use his favorite jogging rope to give him a false impression of having a chance to go out.

Cursed by this movie...

Then after getting him clean and ending up being all dirty myself, I showered and went out to get things done. Yida-yada, fed the maid and myself, yida-yada, sent the pc to reformat....

-- here comes to main point of writing this entry --

I got that itch!! that irritating unscratchable itch at that inconvenient place that you would do literally ANYTHING to rid of. I... Just... Had... to... DO IT!!!

Ok, it was JUST lying there ok?! It's not like I left it there intentionally to seduce myself to do what I did... I felt it CALLING ME and YES. I did it! I can say it proudly tell you this(just not at home in front of my parents...)

I drove mom's Camry!! no, not dad's camry, they went to kl for the biz thingy remember? and NO. I didn't scratch or hit anything... I kept it under 90 kmph for the whole 2 minutes I drove... I swear!

AND boy it felt SO fREAKinG DaRn GOOOOOOOD!!

I would so be reciting all Avril Lavigne's songs from 'The Best Darn Thing' if I knew any.

OHh, this and the following pics are for illustration purposes only.

Call me ulu but this is my first time and it felt totally different (since now I've grown all cozy in bro's Wira) from other car(s) -- this car and that few bumper cars I've driven over the years...-- It sounded different, the engine I mean, the petrol pedal was so so much more sensitive than my bro's Wira, not to mention more powerful - duh - it's so so much more stable when I grace through a bump... I feel so like floating~~ Maybe it's just me, I felt the wind coming in front of me and there are more people glancing curiously at me driving the car...

Ok, so what if it's an older version of the new and improved Camry?
It's still Camry to me~

All in all, I handled it like a pro (i think...) and I'm proud of myself for not causing any traffic havoc and destroying mom's car.

nop, mom's car's without the spoiler but similar to this model... I think.

buahahhahahaha... Today, I'm not a girl anymore. Today, just today, call me Jun, the Lady.

Holiday's Special~

Location: MY cozy cozy sofa, Ipoh.

Being someone else's bitch is always a drag. Always being bossed around by that person. Being nagged and nagged about little stuff that I don't give a damn about. Being the punching bag of that person after a hard day's work, etc...

No, I'm not complaining, at least I think I shouldn't since she's my mom.

Everyone's not perfect especially when it comes to nagging, that's all moms' specialty. It's obvious especially when another sibling has gone to study abroad and you're the only one left alone at home. Surprisingly, minus the stress from school and societies, I don't mind her nagging.

Or maybe it's because I found enlightenment from 2 And A Half Men that I've been watching in the past week, to just listen to what people want to say and say what people want to listen, but do nothing will make that person temporarily happy.

When she shared her frustration she brought back from work with me, I listen to her, nod and smile to whatever she says and did nothing. Haha.. yes, my suitcase is still sprawled open under the staircase, my study table is still stuffed with junks from the past and 90% of the clothes in my closet were there since 1988... ALL left untouched and she's happy coz I nodded and listened.

Like seriously I don't feel the need to rebut her. I use to feel the strong urge to come up with facts and figure to fight against what she said, one thing lead to another, a HUGE HUGE fight will spark ending in tears and loads of door slamming.

The strain was there alright. And I know she'll start to nag again when she's reaching for the liquid dishwasher buried under daddy's pile of junk. Yup~ We all have our share of junk.

That's partly why I don't like spending too much time at home. It's really suffocating to see your loved ones day in day out. They'll start picking and poking at all your habits while if you only have a short stay, they'll be kinder and tend to appreciate you more. I know they must have loved me enough to start picking ticks from my fur (figuratively speaking, like Chimps...).

To think that I used to envy how bro spend his few holidays at home in Ipoh, mom and dad will purposely work around their schedules to allocate more time for the family. The thing is I don't mind a couple of meals, shopping and catching a few good movies with my family, I just don't wanna feel obligated to do EVERYTHING EVERY TIME with them.

Yes, i might sound like i have commitment issues but the bottom line is that I like my privacy, my "Jun's Time". People say "distance makes the heart fonder" for a reason ok?

Anyhoo, I was doubtful of making my trip back to Ipoh last Saturday coz I wasn't sure if I'm capable of facing my grandpa's first anniversary of his death (I can't find a better phrase to put this). Yes, it has been a year since all the crying, praying and cremating took place...

That's one of the downsides of being raised in a Chinese family I guess. They take everything so seriously.

If my parents were to pass away one day, I'll make a grand happy occasion out of it. Not out of disrespect, but to celebrate and commemorate their wonderful lives instead of making everyone feel sad and wear black. It'll be a big open house and everyone will have to wear clothes with happy colors. I mean, comon! Death can also be a beautiful thing. It means that the individuals have reached a mature point in life and it's time for them to move on, to look for MORE out there.

Afterall Earth's only THIS small.

and Emilia is wrong...

She's a big big girl in a small small world...

Anyway, I reached Ipoh on Sunday morning. Well, more like 1am in the morning... Excitedly set up my bro's very cool pc and went to bed, flat. and bro's room was a store room. and even that IS the understatement of the year. That's the thing when you and your family has been staying in this very house for more than 20 years (for my family, about 22 and a half years now). You'll see stuff piling up over time and soon enough, you'll realize that those treasures that YOU treasure oh so much actually TAKE UP SPACE.

Remember your primary & secondary school report cards you wanna hold on for remembrance? Those souvenirs from your vacations? those really cool decorations that you believe is Feng Shui that you had to HAVE? Not forgetting the collection of Newsweek and Nat Geo Mags dated from 1995?

Well, the good news is by the time you realize that your space under that stairs has shrunk, your children are probably old enough for colleges or universities.

I saw, by my very own eyes, the 'store room-nization' of bro's room when I was in secondary school and now it has dawn to me that the study room mom and dad planned to have when I was (which was a spare room behind my room) is actually a codename for storeroom.

and so I did a small intervention a yesterday. Bro, be grateful, be very grateful and spoil me with branded stuff if you wanna thank me.

Anyways, that little ceremonial thing didn't go too badly. I mean I braced myself for waterworks and really touching speeches but lucky for me, it was actually really pleasant. After a short prayers, we cleared the table of joss sticks and ashes and out came the good stuff! I'm always a fan of gram's cooking, be it meat or veg (my 2nd auntie who lives with her is a vegetarian). We (my godmom, goddad, first auntie, mom, grandma & I) had a delightful lunch talking about uterus, fibroids and menopause. No tears but happiness. Grandpa should be proud.

Ohh! I forgot to mention. My 2 little godbros are not so little anymore!! Though Ah Kai's still at the stage where girls are his biggest enemies and the older brother Ah Hong SOUNDED so so grown up now! He's standard 5 now... and what seemed like a minute ago I saw Ah Hong's first steps in Grandpa's shop. *phew* time flies... soon they'll be getting married and having kids while I'm gona grow old with dozens of dogs and die alone.

Anyways, it's been fun in Ipoh so far. and that's because I learnt to say no. After certain function I attended weeks ago, I realize WHY force myself to do stuff that I DON'T want to? I learnt to stand by my conscious and learn to say NO when needed.

On top of that, I dug into my roots of mood swings and depression lately... It's coz I was lack of exercise! I was too busy spoiling myself with tons of sit coms and tv series that exercise took a backseat in my daily life. I should start a routine and stick to it. 30 minutes a day sounds easy... right? I like my old cheerful and zestful self... If that's what it takes to make myself happy, that's what I do alright!

Ok, here's my favorite poem (because it's the only one I can recite... hehe...). I used to scribble it at the back of all my exam papers in primary school (coz I finished/don't know how to do) just for kicks. Call my crazy... coz I am! Wait... then you'll sound like Lingam~
-reciting this poem made me miss Mrs. Ong who forced us to memorize this in the first place...-

Leisure by William Henry Davies.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

All in all, have a great hols y'all... Keep in touch and throw those text books away please... Just have fun while you can!!

~xoxo, Jun~

Saturday.

Should I be back this Saturday?

So what if I was back? We'll just be spending all our time reminiscing all day...

It's been a year. Well almost a year.

It doesn't feel as strong as last year already... I guess being in the dark really meant being protected by your loved ones.

You know, I haven't eat that ear-like biscuit I thought you liked so much but turned out that it's too hard for you. Is it time that I should be able to buy that without smiling and turning away thinking of you?

Only if they tell told me earlier.

But would that mean that that will just made this longer or earlier?

I'm still in doubt... Think I should go back?

Being The Bystander.

Location: B12.3a, Sunway.

After that chaotic experience yesterday, I never knew anyone, i mean ANYONE can be that ALONE in his/her entire life, period.

Just in case I'll offend anyone with this entry that i'm about to start writing, I just wanna say I did not take part in the demonstration but thinking back, I should've taken that invitation, at least by the end of the day, I did something meaningful that I feel proud of doing.

I call this the Sze Vien Disease... Camwhore In the Cab.

Anyhoo, I went to this place to attend something without knowing exactly who the chairpersons are, and yes, now i dearly regretted giving in to the REALLLLLLY annoying invitation by the elder. Like WTH !! She called like more than 10 times regarding this stupid issue in a period of 2 weeks... Even my mom find it really annoying.

And so, I went. I wanted to take a cab to KTM station, from there, I'll go to KL Central, then take an LRT to Dang Wangi to take a cab to THERE. After dolling up and decided to put my 3 inches high heels to the test. I woke up at 2pm that day. After spending about 35 minutes bathing, getting dressed and packing for a stayover, I didn't even think of taking anything before happily hopping on a cab to reach my destination.

ME in Cab Again.

When I was in the cab, I started thinking. Can I survive strolling around town with my heels and an at least 3kg paper bag of stuff? In a heartbeat, I made up my mind to go there by cab, even if it cost much much more than my initial plan.

It's as if some mythical power above and beyond telling me that I should'nt go. I should just turn back (even my pig told me not to go...) but NOOOOOO I have to have my stupid conscious that kept reminding me of my stupid promise to that elder and the other friend of mine... That demonstration thing totally slipped out of my mind and the result of that was all major trunk roads to town area was blocked by our very responsible police force which led to a MAJOR jam from Sunway to Federal.


Imagine... 45 minutes from Sunway to federal! Totally absurd!!

Even that pleasant and polite looking Malay uncle driving the cab was starting to boil from the inside, he reached a boiling point when he saw that 5-6 'mata' blocking 3/5 freaking lanes causing an unnecessary jam. The Malay Cabby shouted 'Idiot' and slammed his honks. Yes, I was taken aback but at the same time, I understand why he was this flared up. Imagine stucking in a jam which's going nowhere which an manual (geared) car!


After that things got smoother but the saga of Malaysian traffic didn't just end there. And coz of that, my supposedly 30 minutes journey turned into a 2 hours++ tour around KL. Before I reached my destination, I got my make up done and almost dozed off. 2 hours is suffice for me to reach Ipoh from Pudu.

Anyhoo, when I finally reached there, I felt all scared, alone and petrified all at the same time. Imagine that you are standing ALONE by the entrance of a hotel waiting for my friend to pick me up, with make up, with heels... Yup, looked like a hooker, a inferior hooker standing there ALONE. I still remember seeing these Ang Mos shooting each other glances while scanning me top to bottom doubtfully...

I know that I just made the stock of Malaysia's Prostitution Industry (MPI) dive down the ditch.

- btw, this inside joke was made by Ivan and Chee Kean, who were my friends, in that form 2 geography tuition lesson. When the teacher asked us to name some of the famous industries in Thailand... They immediately said Industri Pelacuran... -

Anywayss, one of the factor that I didn't have my brunch was coz I took Yen's idea of googling how to go THERE and from duno where I read that there's a Starbucks.

Pretty Gek Suan...

So, reached there at 5pm, hungry but fresh. Just in time duno for what ceremony thing. So I was like, ok, luckily I'm not late~ But never in a million years I'd realize that I'm the EARLIEST there, other than the organizing comm.

I was like.... FREAK. What am i supposed to do till the real function (that allegedly) begins at 7:30pm? Yes, I'd be lying if I say that I never thought of grabbing all my stuff and jumping on a cab to roll back to my very cozy cocoon which protects me from the outside world of humans NEVER cross my mind.

Well, no one said it would be easy to be a person who'll stand by her words. I decided to be the noble one (artly coz I can't find a solid reason to excuse myself. HEY, I did say PARTLY ok?) .

Pretty?

Everything happened vividly & suffering-ly SLOW... Minutes passed by what seemed like Millenniums. I feel so unblendable in some foreign land that I hid in the closet/ changing room for the VIP and pretend to be really ecstatic playing with someone else's' kids. Imagine. 1 year old still learning how to walk...

Finally, they started at the function at 8:00pm , which is punctual according to Chinese customs. Everything was ok and well until someone came up to change the our (the elder & my) seatings. Some may call it an upgrade. Suddenly being in some sorta spot that requires me to put on a smart and fake HAPPY smile made me so rigid and uncomfortable. This, of all all other seats around the whole freaking hall is the one I came to avoid!

Sometimes, dreams DON'T come true, miracles will back fire and shoot you in the chest.

Every second spent there, I died a little inside (besides feeling numb all around my checks and lips from all that artificial happiness...). It reminded me of my A-Lvl's prom's experience.

Anyways, luckily I managed to coax someone to send me back. I could've swore that I'll go hysterically FAKE to strongly suppress that EXTREME loneliness caused by social pressure that were about to erupt if I would need to put up with ANYMORE of that... I don't belong there!!! Now I know!!! The Function was supposed to be really beautiful. WHY do people need to complicate stuff?

So, if there's something similar as such organized by them next time, I'll be the first to run in the opposite direction.

The only consolation was that I took some pictures before that camera's battery failed on me. He bailed on me...

p/s: Jing Yi, these pics big enough for you to drool over? =P

pp/s: This totally cracked me up!! Like it did last year...

Trapped in the Drive-Thru by Weird Al Yankovic



Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmGVYki-oyQ

Random...

Location: On my very very comfortable Sofa @ Home, Ipoh.

Wanted to eat Looi Cha (the veg soup rice thing) this afternoon, guess what I saw in Ipoh?




SO, Ok, the 3rd pics' kinda irrelevant... It's just that I haven't been in Ipoh Garden East for some time and was kinda surprised to see something being erected in the wasted lot (which was previously used as illegal parking lot).


Anyways, all I wanted to say was since when simple laksa cost RM 3.00, non-complicated dry/wet curry became RM 3.30 and the normal Chee Cheong Fun with curry chicken cost RM 3.00? Ipoh used to be my personal paradise for cheap, good quality food... What Happened?

People, especially with the recent increase in the costs of flour, petrol and other daily necessities, some unethical hawkers took advantage to increase about RM 0.10 - RM 0.30 on everything they sell. RM 0.30 may look small to you rich people, I believe that this will definitely be amplified in more urbanized areas like KL and Sunway. Oh, speaking of which, the condo seized this opportunity to increase the rental next year from the current RM 530 to RM 580 per month for every student staying in twin sharing rooms.

Yes, it's not a typo. RM 580 per person in twin sharing room, which add up to RM 1160 per room.

Sad right?! It's a vicious cycle!!

Yes, I am this free. I even made a chart about it.

So do u think it's the right time for me to ask for a raise from my parents?

Anyhoo, since I'm being all random here, watching Linkin Park's new vid while listening to Paramore's Crush Crush Crush, I might as well upload some random pics.

My Huge Meds in Yen's Hands.

Freedom 1: After INT paper.

Freedom 2: Candid

Freedom 3: Cheeese. Too bad nic and yen missed it.

This we took in Central Market Annexe where the Freedom Film Fest took place.
Cute huh?

Pool of ants. Grossssssss.

I saw this while walking from Pink with Helen after dinner.

Eggy Mess! In Tesco Extra, Ipoh.

Find it really interesting...
Oh, this is being sold in Tesco Extra if any one would wanna buy it...

p/s: This is really funny. Thanks Winfred~ http://www.bestofthemisc.com/photoshops/madness-this-is-photochoooooopz-hilarious-300-photoshops/

I Know What I Did Last Weekend...

Location: @ Home, Ipoh.

So, let me recab what I did after my finals.

1. I borrowed some books that I plan to read some during the holidays.

Romantic. I almost cried. It made me realized that I want Unicorn for birthday.

2. Had dinner in Deli France and watched Stardust with Sze Vien in the new and improved S.Pyramid.

Vien's Just Trying to Look Hungry.
Food 1: Wedges
Food 2: Spaghetti
Food 3: Earl Grey.
Food 4: Chicken Pie. (Though I prefer chicken gourmet in Secret Recipe)

Non-Food: Vien & I in MNG. She went all gaga over the cloths and took loads and loads and loads of pics... Well, to be fair, she looked aMAzinGGGGGGGG....

3. Rearranged all my past sem's stuff, cleaned my desk and watched Scrubs S3.
4. Went to Port Dickson with my parents for the company function.

5. Came Home and slept 9 hours straight.

I didn't wanna go there at the beginning, I reluctantly agreed after mom kinda forced me by saying that she submitted my name... but it turned out pretty good. Never knew those old old ancient aunties and uncles can be this out spoken and crazzzzzzy! (in a goood way) Here are some pics... It's easier to describe with pics~

The Beauty of Port Dickson~

Mom and My Matching Slippers; Jolin & I; Auntie Lim meditating on the Beach~; my Feet on sand;Miko, Auntie Ai Eng and I Hitting the Waves~; Auntie Ai Eng Posing for the cam.

The Scenic Sun-set, taken after Dinner.
(The Bunch of pretty ladies; Mommy & I)

The Team Building Activities at Night.

Treasure Hunt On the 2nd Day! (Chicken Feet~ See! Banana Team RuLezzz, We got number 3 but it's a team Effort!)