Hey guys! I’m blogging from uni now because this is the only place I can blog from after my laptop died out on me some 2 days ago. And together with it, it took half my happiness away wth. Yes, my life is THAT sad!

Anyway, today hasn’t been the greatest day because I can’t remember my stomach ever feeling normal the whole day. It’s either growling or twisted or filled with butterflies or all funny. I guess drinking latte and teh ais and hot chocolate all in the same day isn’t the wisest choice. Too much milk for the day! Or maybe it’s exmom’s constant lame jokes which almost made me barf. But I shall forgive him since he bought me Starbucks Hot Choc which I normally can’t get enough of but not today I guess. Yes, I’m that easily bribed wth. The first person to buy me salted plum shall get a big fat hug from a very fat me wth. Or get his/her name dropped on my blog with pictures!! Or both. Or whichever he/she prefers la wth so tak tahu malu go ask for stuff publicly on my public blog but whatever la no one’s gonna buy me salted plum anyway T__________T (feel free to prove me wrong wth am I confusing you? )

Sigh sometimes I wish I could be a full time bimbo since I can be pretty convincing when I try to be one. Then the world would be full of pretty people with beautiful minds and hearts and souls and clothes. And I don’t have to study because I won’t be able to understand anything anyway. And I can laze around all day and just worry if I look good or not. And stare in the mirror and get jealous of myself for being so good looking wth. LIKE OMG MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE A BOOK: IF I WERE A FULL TIME BIMBO! But then if I were a full time bimbo I probably wouldn’t even know how to spell bimbo. I’d probably spell it as beambow or beembou or whatever la I’m not a bimbo I don’t know how bimbos spell ‘bimbo’ wth

And I was just thinking the other day how life would be if it were a musical.

Yes, that sentence deserves a whole paragraph to itself. Wouldn’t it be so funny if people would start singing when they’re like in a fight or in a totally normal conversation about how they got free tickets to an Alanis Morissette concert wth (this is super random I don’t know why her and I can’t even spell her name but whatever) or like when they’re in the toilet wth. Hahaha. Wouldn’t it be so fun if people could dance all day because of some random sentence someone else said? We should totally have a ‘Musical Day’ one day!! Although I can’t sing to save my life la but I can dance like an overweight stripper wth just kidding.

It’s already 11.33 and I should probably be walking back to my room now so I think I’ll have to stop this post here. I’m currently attempting to rebuild my database of photos so make sure you look good all day everyday so we can take more photos okay???

That’s all!

Cya!

XOXO

I’m feeling a little tipsy, a little high. My lips are twice their original size. And triple times the original redness.

I know I shouldn’t be updating my blog so often but I can’t even study properly so I might as well just do what I like to do first

Today has been a fulfilling day. Breakfast was 2 pieces of chocolate cookies which I baked under the sun (inside joke, sorry). Lunch was a whole load of sushis and temakis at Sakae Sushi thanks to Jun Yet and Patrik. Just when I thought Jun Yet was bad for ordering some 30 plates of sushi and still wanted to order more, Patrik went on to steal all the attention by ordering RM 120 worth of sushi for Evonnebabe and himself =.= Thank goodness it was a buffet lunch and we only had to pay RM 24.90++ each. Was so stuffed til I literally turned red. We stayed there for the full 3 hours the buffet was valid.

Dinner was at MidValley (LIKE OMG YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO GO TO MIDVALLEY AT SUCH A CRUCIAL TIME LIKE THIS WTHIHTTWOMGYTM [what the hell is happening to this world oh my goodness you tell me! wth) with Daniel and Tsu Hong. It was REALLY GOOD although I only had like a Tom Yam Goong (however you spell it) which is basically just tom yam soup . The colourless type.. and you know how extra spicy those colourless tom yam soups are? The soup gave me whatever effects I have stated in the first sentence of this post. Daniel had like 3 servings of rice (HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT HE’S A GLUT?! I think I probably have) to go with the 3 dishes he shared with Tsu Hong.

OMG There are suddenly so many new episodes of the series I watch so I think I’m going to have to go through the whole pleasure and pain process again after this.

Since I’m in sort of a naughty mood, I shall post more photos from the last day of Year 1. And go watch my series.

BFF and I!

Nah Nick, got your photo already! I like this photo. I think everyone looks good here But my face looks super fat like there’s an extra layer or sth

Me and Evonnebabe. My eyes still look super small even with the eyeliner

Sarah, BFF and I.

Tsu Hong totally did the same thing to EVERYONE.

That’s all!

Cya!

ps. Zoe and Vui, I’ll upload the photos you guys are still waiting for SOMEWHERE, SOMETIME soon I hope. Sorry for making you guys wait!

XOXO

I don’t normally mention names but I shall dedicate this song for you, you, you, you and you. Just because I think it’s appropriate. Not exactly my favourite song but it’s by my favourite singer of all time I chose the live performance of the song because it’s not the perfect version. Just like how we all are and OMG THAT SOUNDS SUPER CHEESY I would normally delete cheesy lines but maybe not this time because I’m imperfect like that wth.

Anyway, enjoy!

Oh! And the song is Be Strong by Delta Goodrem.

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If YouTube sucks for you like it does for me, you can just read the lyrics la

Are you swimming upstream in oceans of blue?
Do you feel like your sinking?
Are you sick of the rain after all you’ve been through?
Well I know what you’re thinking
When you can’t take it
You can make it
Sometime soon I know you’ll see

’cause when your in you’re darkest hour
And all of the light just fades away
When you’re like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray
Well hang on and be strong

Where taking each step one day at a time
You can’t loose your spirit
Let live and let live forget and forgive
It’s all how you see it
And just remember keep it together
Don’t you know you’re never alone

’cause when you’re in your darkest hour
And all of the light just fades away
When you’re like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray
Well hang on, and be strong

No you’re not defeated
And soon you’ll be smiling once again
Then you won’t have to feel it
Let it go with the wind
Time passes us by
And know that you’re aloud to cry

’cause when you’re in your darkest hour
And all of the light just fades away
When you’re like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray
Well hang on and be strong

That’s all!

Cya!

ps. Daniel, for the first time, I actually copied and pasted a whole lot of stuff from somewhere else!

XOXO

Sometimes I wonder how much easier life would be if only my circle of friends could be like a remote control. Where each button would have its own function. Where each function would be different from the other ones. Where the buttons do not stick together when all I need is to press ONE button.

Wouldn’t it be great?

When your friends work in isolation. When they’re all mutually exclusive. Yet in the same big circle. And together they can function in moderate integration.

But no.

We are flawed.

We take offense for the events we weren’t invited to. Sometimes it’s just pure accident. Sometimes there’s a hidden agenda. And those uninvited because of innocent reasons related to coincidences and accidents seem to think otherwise. And vice versa.

We take offense for the discussions in which our participation is declined. Not knowing sometimes we just can’t handle it.

We take offense for getting the information last.

We take offense for not being told the latest gossip and hottest news xoxo wth.

We take offense for not being shared a secret. Not knowing sometimes we might not be able to keep it to ourselves.

We take offense for the jokes we’ve missed and not clarified afterwards.

We take offense for being mocked. Not knowing how you feel is how I would have felt too.

We take offense for not being the shoulder anyone cries on.

We take offense for being the one who always has to walk alone when the number is odd.

And the list goes on.

If only we were all separate buttons on a remote control, wouldn’t that be cool?

We’d have different functions for different times. Buttons to make me laugh, make me feel less ugly. Buttons to make me feel more accepted, to be loved, to snap me out of gloominess. Buttons for a shoulder to lean on, for an embrace for an escape, for a channel for outpours.

Basically a different button for each and every reason.

Just because no one is perfect. Just because no one can ever be everything to anyone. Just because no man is an island. And with this remote control, no one has to be an island.

With this remote control, every button will have its own function. And the buttons will know when they are needed and to be ready when the time comes. And to stay put and undisturbed when they’re not.

But the remote control isn’t perfect either. Some buttons might have more functions than others and hence more frequently needed. And like most remote controls, the ‘ON’ button is also always the ‘OFF’ button.

If you had a remote control, which button would I be?

That’s all!

Cya!

ps. This is probably the most complicated blog post I’ve ever written. Have fun trying to understand it (although I think the message is pretty clear. But maybe it’s just because I’m the one who wrote it)

pps. Evonnebabe, please do not overanalyse this post please and thank you.

XOXO

So the other day when I was reading Nick’s blog, I realized that he always starts his blog posts by apologizing for not updating for such a long time (and the next apology better be so sincere it makes everyone cringe their toes and cry an oasis wth). I think I shall copy him for once since he always copies me wth.

Sorry for not posting a happy post for so long. I guess my vain-and-bimboticness was shed off the same time my blonde highlights were cut. Or maybe I’m just not a vain and bimbotic person in the first place! Uh huh. I think that’s the reason *twirls hair in agreement with self wth*

OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M ALREADY POSTING UP THE PHOTOS! Total revelation for me weih whatever that means wth

Yesterday was the last day of Week 13 which is the last academic week of Year 1. The last PCL was A WEE BIT emotional at times but the lunch after that was good and Tsu Hong bought everyone San Fransisco Coffee coffee (which made my tummy funny but what the heck! I kinda loved it) and I took lots of photos!

Each PCL dressed up according to their own themes and the variety was overwhelming! My PCL Group’s ‘High School Cliches’ theme actually went very well imo. I texted everyone to dress as either total high school rebel or ultimate nerd but errr.. Pin Tet was kinda both at different times of the day lol.

Group A looked very good in their Indian traditional costumes, Group F (I think) looked very good in their retro outfits too.. and Group D in their Halloween costumes, Group G in their Pirates outfits, Group H were very innovative to mix black formal clothes with pink and blue hair.

Anyway, I went as a high school rebel. My look kinda didn’t fit the theme until I messed up my hair and wore eyeliner (again!) and got Catherine to draw me a tattoo which looks like this.

Thanks Cath!

Every once in a while I would subconsciously put my hand on my neck and accidentally smear the tattoo (drawn using eyeliner) a little And it totally sucks to wear eyeliner on my eyes because I have a tendency to rub my eyes quite a lot. Wonder how some girls can stand putting on make-up ALL DAY, EVERYDAY.

I think I looked very much like a drag queen with big hips and Tsu Hong said I looked prettier than a lot of girls wth o.O

This is the only decent photo I have with Tsu Hong. The not-so-decent ones will only be uploaded onto Facebook. Or even nowhere.

Me and Grace. This photo does her no justice because she looked a lot prettier in person in that dress. And you can’t really see her pink highlights in the photo but oh well! It’s the better of the 2 I have with her.

I’m posting this photo although I look blur (literally!) because it’s not like you get to see Wai Beng in something that looks remotely like a dress everyday. Or in leggings. OR IN HEELS!

I like this photo altho Jun Yet was totally trying to cover me (HMMPH! “vibrates [not a good word but I can't think of anything else now!] lower lip before biting it*) Can you tell what Jo was dressed as? I must say that their group looked shockingly convincing actually.

Me and Rachel in a beautiful saree. All the girls in her group looked extra pretty yesterday No one believed that I was wearing my school uniform. It was my school uniform la! Kinda. Except for the skinnies of course. The tie is from Kolej Tun Datu Tuanku Haji Bujang and the shirt’s from Institut Sinaran puh-lease!

Last photo for this post. Stella looked very pretty in her not-very-retro dress

I’m still thinking if I should post the rest of the photos onto my blog la because I have no time for flamers. The rest will most likely end up on Facebook though. So do check out my Facebook photos if you wanna see them

That’s all!

Cya!

XOXO