~Rojak-ing Moments Chapter~

And so I made it into another brand new week with nothing more than a few bruises, scratches and mended tears here and there. A few significant events happened, oh yes, but other than those few, I lead a simple existence that's fuss-free, stress-filled and basically as topsy-turvy-macaronee as it can be. First up, thanks to my wonderfully, amazingly, miracle-bringing friend whom I shall call mrs you-tee-you lisha toh, I now know the wonders of the "con". Yes my dear people of the infectedpollutedplanet, I am now the proud owner of a pair of "cons". Such slickness, such a slippery feel they have. Oh, and the translucent quality that they have that guarantees maximum satisfaction to the wearer. Ahhhhh~~ Only those who have worn them will know just how good they actually feel, yes? Now then now then, before you go any further with those naughty little thoughts of yours that go spinning round and about to no end, I have to remind you that I am a very respectable gentlelady with no intentions whatsoever of "getting down and getting dirty" (oh gosh, I can hear my friends screaming with laughter over this statement already).

So to make things all right and all ready and perfeklee normal again, I shall proceed to post a picture I got off the net on my favourite "cons".....

Just beautiful now aren't they? Perfection right down to a tee. Is that disbelieve and disappointment I hear now? Harharhar.....didja honestly think I was going to say condoms?? Tsktsk, embarassing. I meant contact lenses. Really, shame on you!

Another eventfully eventful event was Adelm's open house over in that huge, and I mean huge house of his. To make it short, we went there in his car. Ate. Did lotsa karaoke. Ate some more. Lots more actually. Got a major sore throat due to screaming and loud singing. Camwhored in his bedroom with rest of friends. Went back with Sab. End of story. Hah. I shall post the pictures later on. If ever I find where I left my backbones and unlazy medicine. Ohoh!! I just got off from chatting with Corban. Gahhh that guy's just awesome. And yes I'll be waxing lyrical like some weird maniac again so what? Honestly, he's hot, tall, into serious stuff like politics/cultures/etc, a matsalleh eek (i know i know, here we go again eh?)! Twas short, that conversation yes, but meaningful *wiggles eyebrows* go figure yourself. I shall leave off now as I need to make my stately gentlelady way to my next class, English (eeurghh and double yuck!!). Toodles from now!!

~Quietly Mine Chapter~

Oh woe is my middle name from now on, darn it. I managed to screw up my trial results splendidly (heh.....so what else is new?) and therefore now I have to work super extremely hard to get what are labelled as "satisfactory" results. I don't know about others but either I stay on back here in Malaysia or illegally send meself over to anywhere that is remotely "matsalleh" to further my studies. I seem to be seeing a seriously bleakly dull future right smack dab here. Yesh, that's just about it: matsalleh. My obssession with one too many shows that star all those mega-hot, drool-worthy, booty-licious angmohs have gotten me hooked, faster than you can say "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!" :))

I've recenty been digging through all my old pictures of film stars and famous people in general that I've collected and amassed over a period of 3 years. Surprisingly enough, they were all mostly (well fine, all of them were actually *grins* ) of asians and not of such matsallehs that I've been staring starry-eyed at only just recently. Haha, now I wonder what made me change (oh nono, don't go getting me wrong here, asians are perfectly fine, many are mega-hot as well) races. Must be largely due to the many new series we have nowadays on the idiot box. Prison Break, Gossip Girl, SUPERNATURAL (gasp omg *screams Jensen Ackles's name*), Private Practice, Ghost Whisperer. Jeeez, you name it, they have it all and all of 'em have those good-looking actors, whether as stars or supporting cast. Tsktsk, temptations abound aplenty now~

Since I'm emotionally and mentally drained right now to think up of proper happenings/topics/things/whatever to blog about (no thanks largely to my trial results, sleepless nights and the american-you-know-whos-lah), I think I'll just crap on about how Kane is super cute but his girlfriend isn't really; how honestly doomed my future seems to be right now at this very sleep-induced-haze-of-misery I'm in; how much I want that new pair of heels I saw in Nine West; how I used to adore Hideaki Takizawa and Song Seung-han in the olden days; how I.....................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

Random nonsense, no? =9 Yeah, I tend to do that a whole lot nowadays. I think I even have a genuine certificate that certifies me as being mentally and emotionally "certified unstable" lying around somewhere. Heh. Now on to the pictures, the highlights of one and every blog. Since I'm feeling particularly asian tonight and not at all inclined to the other side (read: angmoh), all of the pictures here will feature *drumrolls please* a Japanese heart-throb and a Korean hottie~! *cheers* Please, do knock yourself out!

P/S: Really yummy that ;))

~Perfectly Odd Chapter~

Yes I made a new friend once again via Facebook. Yes, he's perfectly charming and nice and sweet. And yes, he just happens to be an American all over again. Deja vu no? Not that I have anything against Americans, oh no, don't get me wrong! I actually have a few good friends that I find absolutely amazing; but seriously, the stuff I've heard and read from some of 'em are just plain weeeeird. Not only do I have to deal with over-loving, unbelievably astounding stories, but I am expected to reply to them! Like, okay~ I am speechless over the "correct" way of replying to these people, no joke. Any-which-ways, this particular new friend of mine is another one with his very own brand of strange tales: he was from a poor family, his parents divorced when he was two, his mother with a nasty crack cocaine habit disowned him not soon after, then stole nearly $23,000 from him and his sister to fund her habit, dated almost 200 girls in his 20 years of existence, he faced many near-death experiences, having to work hard in order to fund his studies, studying night classes, etc, etc AND etc~ One excerpt of his recent message to me about his near-death experience runs something like this:

When I was 16, a drunk driver ran me off the road one night on my way home, and I flipped and hit a tree. I broke my eyesocket, nose, 8 ribs, my sternum, and my ankle, and I had a massive concussion, a collapsed lung, cut my liver in half, and bruised my heart. When the paramedics found me I'd freed myself and walked to the road to flag down help, but when they were stitching up my (formerly) paralyzed right arm, my bruised heart seized, and once again, the doctors failed to resuscitate me, but yet again, my heart restarted.

Honestly speaking, I don't know what to make of it all. Oh there's more to that where it came from. And from other messages as well. A whooole lot more, and all quite unbelievable really, even to the most sanest person, even to the most youngest child who reads it. He sounds all so wonderfully serious about what he says (he seems to believe it and wants me to as well) but.....oh I don't know. Too many bruised hearts and false words have hardened my resolve not to fall so easily anymore. Heh.

On a different note altogether, I managed to get my parents to take me to the Central Market over near Pasar Seni for more dress shoppings. Suffice to say, we toured the whole Market but once again, it was a total no-go. At the first store we went to, mom and I managed to agree on one dress, a two-piece, halter neck, royal blue one with gold embroidery on the hems. Simply divine. Unfortunately, the top was too "tight" according to my mom and showed way too much skin. Tsk, the conservative upbringing of my parents can be a bit too overbearing at times. So Central Market is off the list. Dad next dropped us off at OU to see if we could anything out of walking round and round like zombies on a mission~ Yeehaa!! So, yeah, that's essentially what we did. Checking out all the stores that looked promising. No prizes for guessing the outcome. Yeap, none. Nada. Zilch. Tomorrow is a new day and I managed to whine and complain until my parents agreed to let me go to Mid Valley and start the mission all over again~ So be it! Wish me luck , tomorrow I embark on the quest to find the perfect dress! Oyasuminasai!

~Optimistically Opulent Chapter~

Had the weirdest conversation with a friend of mine (let's just call him YH) a few days back while a group of us were hanging out at Mike's house. Doing basically nothing and boring ourselves to tears (nolah Mikey-boy~ just kidding la! The stamp collections were really fun!!) After scrolling through my old smses, I saw a few that were also along the lines of extremely weird as well, hence I come to the conclusion that my dear friend, YH, is actually one who is weirdly strange. Yes. I would also like to mention that my last will and testament is in the second last drawer on the left of my overfilled wardrobe. Just dig harder. And I realise that this blog post just might be my last, after YH finds and reads this one. So if ever I don't make it for classes on Monday, well at least I managed to get the world to read what I had to go through~

YH: Eh I got idea wei.....want play a new game I have ah??
ME: Yeah yeah whatever la.....
YH: Kay.....I say something then you just repeat the last parts
ME: You mean like retarded parrot izzit? Wtf what for??
YH: For fun la aiyooo.....evrything must have reason meh
ME: Fine. Faster start.....
YH: Kay. One day, there was this monkeh
ME: *rolls eyes* monkeh.....
YH: He went out to look for bananas and nuts
ME: How you know it's a "him"??
YH: YOU WANT PLAY ONOT?!?!
ME: FINE OMG.....bananas and nuts
YH: He went swinging around on his taily-waily
ME: *muttering: (stupid-nye)* taily-waily.....
YH: But suddenly there was this esploshun!! *waves arms*
ME: Esploshun!! *waving arms as well*
YH: A great big huge KABOOMM!! *cue big eyes*
ME: KABOOMM!! *big eyes*
YH: And another one, a mega large KAPOWW!! *cue popping eyes*
ME: KAPOWW!! *laughing madly*
YH: And then before he knew it, there was another sound!! *prruuuttt!!*
ME: You have got to be kidding.....no wayyy!! Did you just.....fart??!!
YH: Ahah.....yeah. What?? Hoomins do it all the time mah!! Faster follow!!
ME: NO WAY am I ever following THAT WTF!! *dies laughing*

Really. I can't believe that actually transpired. And that is all, folks. The weirdest ever conversation I had with YH. Also known as the wtf-I-can't-believe-I-actually-had-it-in-the-first-place conversation. Heh. Till my next post. Toodles and lotsa muaxx to my "dahling" friends (hugs to yah, YH!! Keep on doing what you do best~)

~Nutty Secrets Chapter~

Yeap, the title of my blog sez it all, people. Hahaha to nobody in particular, actually. This whole week of holidays have been nothing but madness, craziness and more zaniness. Heh. And they say I don't know how to have fun. Really now, do you call dumping a bucket of ice-cold water followed by chicken feathers plucked from 3 feather dusters on an unsuspecting cousin who walked into the bedroom to get changed from her brand new spensive dress so as to not ruin it, not fun?? Yeah I honestly thought so too. Not after she got over her initial shock and started screaming at us mad hoomins how really very expensive that dress was (which, initially, came from Singapore). Oops anybody? Ahah. So here in this blog post is me telling you for the one million six hundred and twenty three thousand five hundred and forty eighth time how really very seriously absolutely happy sorry we are for doing what we did that night.

Went out to One Utama after Ira's open house (lovely nosh, even lovelier goss~ thanks bunches to my anak moyang-chan and Hana for that~) on Wednesday night with Lisha. Mission? To search for a dress suitable by my standards (and d'uh, my mom's too) for the SAM corroboree (omg is that how you spell it??). Went looking at all the possible dresses in stores like colour, Davina Boutique, Seed, Key Ng and some swanky looking store whose name I forgot. All were no go-s (some were way over my budget, other were yucky with a capital Y) until Lisha remembered a store she found by "accident" as she was wandering around one day. Dragged me all the way from the new wing to the old (was getting very cranky by then, and my feet were killing me) till she found the store. Name of the store was nichii and we went in for a look-see-round. Saw a few dresses, ho-hum, blah-de-blah and THEN omfg I saw the perfect dress just hanging by its hanger at the back of all the rest, like it wasn't wanted!! A black halter top with silk strips on its bodice and a lovely flowy skirt. It came in a size 'M' and it was only at 170 bucks! Like, how much more more perfect could it get?? Ab-so-lute heaven~! Grabbed it and practically ran to the changing rooms. Tried it on, twirled and "posed" in front of the mirrors and basically just fell in love with it. But hang on, dear Lisha said. Isn't it just a "tad" too big for you? Shocked I was, but there you have it. The waistline was way too loose, the bustline too droopy and it was longer than it should have been. I was miserably crushed I tell you. I had to hang that dress back on the rack since according to the "nice, friendly helpful" kakak there, they didn't have any in a size 'S'. Sorry. Yeah right you were sorry!

I guess that dress and I just weren't fated to be *sighs and blighs* Will be making my stately way to the Central Market (wherever that is.....yes yes I know, my sense of direction is just plain crappy) on Friday, hopefully, to see whether they stock this really gorgeous batik halter top that another one of my cousins just bought. I seem to have a weakness for halters. They make you look good without showing off too much skin~ Then if that doesn't work, I'll have to go back to OU to have a look at other dress stores. Maybe if I'm good, I could persuade my mom to let me get a new pair of heels as well *evil laughter* MidValley would be my last desperate stop, the stuff there can be really overpriced most of the times, even though they have those sales *huff* I want more accessories too, and maybe a new clutch bag and some cool spanky shades. Hokayyys.....that might be pushing my luck too far.

Lisa's Raya open house was today. KukuMalu, Lisha, Adel, Mel, and I were the only ones present but we managed to have a blast. with Lisa and her trusty All thanks to our sudden madness, refer to title please, thank you. We were laughing to no end even while eating. Mel and KukuMalu got on the weird topics of virginity, legality and burglar attacks. Heh. Then Mel and KukuMalu had to leave, like earlier than the 3 of us, so we were left to camwhoreol' camera. Will post the pictures up when I get them from Lisa (dunno when that will be, all thanks to our individual busyness). Will now post some random pictures that I find adorably funny~