Lost in time

I'm not the only one who's been confused throughout the day. Mr. Weatherman has squirrels building a nest up his pants and got all cuckooed up his ass too. The weather's been scorching hot but it's also raining cats and dogs. It has continued to rain again as I'm typing this entry. Not that I really mind the fucked up weather today since I've not planned to go out but it doesn't help with my emo state of mind. What are you emo-ing about, you may ask. Trust me, I have no idea. Anthony Bourdain is on the telly right now and I don't even have the mood to watch. And you should be told that I love Bourdain to bits. I wish to kidnap him and show him our lovely food in Malaysia. Such disgrace Chef Wan has done the last time Mr. Bourdian touched down on our land. Someone needs to drag Bourdain's ass to the best bak kut teh, asam laksa, curry mee and loads of other porky goodness. That's what good food is all about.

Tomorrow's gonna be a new working week and I'm having mixed emotions about going back into the office. Lately I've proved to some close friends that I love my job and significantly good at it. I'd really love to start spreading my wings and see how far I can go. It's been close to 2 years now since I've said "YES" to this position and I've seen some pretty slick tricks that I've learned. Looking back, I've taken a few steps away from the clueless fresh grad that I used to be but maybe it's still not enough. Which brings to a question: How much is enough? Heck, even Madonna and Guy being married for 8 years isn't long enough to avoid them from the ultimate ending of a Hollywood couple. So who can tell when it will be enough?

Should I start by asking myself what I want? I want to be successful. Forgive me if I can't be specific. I just can't be at this point. Everything's such a blur. I just realized last night that November's coming soon. Damn! Another year passing me by?? Even broccolis don't turn yellow this soon when they're kept in the fridge for months! But tell you what... Sometimes I do ask myself what if I miss out on the best things in life without even realizing it? Like when I hold on to something while something else more worthwhile passes me by. That will just show me just how bad my judgement skills are. I'm not even convinced that I have any judgement skills or whatsoever.

What's gonna happen when time moves too fast? No one can really tell eh? I'd reckon so. Perhaps I should suck it up and move forward with time. Would never get left behind if I moved in pace with time. It's such a tricky little bitch. Or bastard. Depends on however way you wanna look at it. It's asexual anyway. I'm gonna end this with an emo picture of myself. Such work of art, if you ask me.

Beginning to a journey of love

I must be such a bimbo for thinking I couldn't post up pictures for our media launch just because my thumb drive was formatted. I forgot the pictures would still be in my memory card -.-" Anyhoo... Bimbo-ness aside, 14 October 2008 will forever be etched as an unforgetable evening as we brought the sun to shine during the day and rawked the night away. The media turnout was fantastic and everyone had a great time. That's what matters most in the end :)















Imagine being whisked away in one of these beautiful classic cars. That's exactly the only thing I could do... Just imagine! Only media friends were chauffeured up to the hills in these babies and boy do I envy them!

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First stop of the day: Being transferred to the tranquil Japanese Village, where everyone gets to learn about the Japanese tea ceremony and what significant role it plays in Japanese wedding custom. They get to learn about all sorts of wedding customs from all over the world throughout the day. And yes, the person in yellow at the corner is indeed Datin Abby!
















A full Japanese tea ceremony would last up to 4 hours, but everyone was just introduced to a super short version of 20 minutes. But that doesn't stop anyone from being spoilt with a pampering massage session. Look at our Datin dozing off enjoying herself.
















Paying close attention to the chef's instructions on how to decorate their very own wedding cake.

Doesn't the setup look amazing and dreamy?

We didn't win anything and it's not like it's any of our business but saja-saja wanna sibuk take pictures. Winner's the cute guy in black.

Now that the official launch has come and gone, it's also officially going to be a long journey for us and everyone else before one winning couple will be chosen to win a fully sponsored designer beach wedding at Berjaya Langkawi Beach & Spa Resort. I'd be tempted to take part if I wasn't automatically defaulted...

A dream too many

I need someone to tell me what my dreams mean. Could there be a rational explanation behind the thoughts that run through my head while I'm in slumber? Or could they be just silent fears at the back of my head? Can someone tell me what's going on before he appears in my dreams again? They're no nightmares, but nevertheless they rub off a creepy effect on me everytime. They hit me with a high dose of melancholy and leave me thinking there might be some danger lurking at some corner. I hate waking up in the morning thinking about unhappy thoughts and being reminded of the pain that I've gone through. How can I not warp myself in this pain?

Somebody please save me.

When the nerves start kicking in

The vintage cars are lined up in front of the building as I'm typing this. Decorations are going up in a crazy pace and I'm praying hard nothing else goes wrong. It's the biggest grounds event that we've attempted yet and it must go right!! And oh!!! Can it not rain up at the hills tomorrow? We just need ONE dry day. Please??

Tunes that's making me smile lately

Come On Get Higher - Matt Nathanson




I'm Yours - Jason Mraz




Make It Mine - Jason Mraz




Shake It - Metro Station




Leavin' - Jesse McCartney

I'm beginning to feel fear

Let me share a real life experience. An experience that leaves me fearing for security even when I'm within the four walls of my own home and one that leaves me severely unimpressed with the level of efficiency as displayed by our police force. I didn't exactly walk into my boyfriend jerking off like how the girl did in this ad. Or at least the guy in the ad wasn't really jerking off at all. I'm not sure if it's me, but I seem to have this insane ability to attract ta fei kei sex maniacs wherever I go. And I am talking serious. It may sound funny, but I'm starting to fear my own safety after what just went down. My head is already throbbing in pain from all the unnecessary tension and fear I'm dealing with right now.

I was sitting in front of my computer about an hour ago and for those who don't know, my computer table is in the living room and allows the seater to just turn his/her head to the right and look at the street outside. The house right opposite my home has a lamp post to its left and there was a man standing there. He seemed like he was waiting for someone coming out from that house so I ignored him the first time. What brought me to even notice him in the first place was that he deliberately coughed loudly so that I would turn my head and look at him. A couple of minutes later, I turned around again and realized he had been pleasuring himself and wanted to give me a free show. I called my mom and that's when he darted away.

My mom immediately opened the doors and tried to give chase with a long wooden stick. But she didn't run away alone into the night like that lah! She was telling the Indian family who was living two doors away from my home. That got the aunties and uncles into a heated discussion for a while. Then my mom tried to drive around for a while to look for suspicious freaks, but alas, to no avail.

I locked myself at home while my mom played The Dark Knight and I called 999. The person on the line found it amusing that I called in to report such an indecency and sniggered. He told me to call the operator and ask for the nearest police station's telephone number and he can't help. Fine. So I called the Seri Kembangan police station. So this constabel who answered my call layan-ed me for 30 seconds and when I asked if they could send a patrol car over, he didn't answer my question. He told me that he will report the case. No 'Yes' or 'No' was given. How appaling is the level of security given by our so-called protectors to the rakyat? Perhaps I'm overreacting. Perhaps I shouldn't be too surprised to receive such response in the first place.

Barely a minute after the call ended, he returned my call and told me that my housing area falls under Kajang's authority. This is such a trivial fact because my housing area is no where near to Kajang than it is to Seri Kembangan. Fine. I called the Kajang police station and made the same report. At least this Kajang officer bothered to ask my address and if I still see the maniac around. I told him that the maniac had already ran away. He did mention that they'll send someone over but I've yet to see a patrol car until now. It's been more than an hour since I placed a call to the police station. The maniac is surely hiding somewhere safe and far by now.

So this leaves us to one question: Are we left to protect ourselves in fear and no help can come for rescue? It must be such a pleasure to see our tax money go down the drain along with the smelly garbage which clogs it. I don't know what to do. The world is so fearful right now I could go crazy just thinking about what could happen in worst times. Perhaps my story could make Kamunting detainees feel better about themselves. At least they're much safer in there. No rapists, snatch thieves and burglars after their asses everyday.

Something to do while I wait

Rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog

Starting time : 1250 GMT

Name : Ashley Liew

Sisters : Nil

Brothers : Three

Shoe size : 5 or 6 (Typical Malaysian size)

Height : 155cm?

Where do you live : Seri Kembangan, Selangor, Malaysia

Have you ever been on a plane : Yes

Swam in the ocean : More like frolicked, not exactly swimming

Fallen asleep at school : Definitely

Broken someone’s heart : Maybe

Fell off your chair : Can't recall any of this sort of incident

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : Yes, but not literally sat up waiting. The handphone was beside my pillow

Saved e-mails : Yes

What is your room like : Small, full of my hair, dusty but neat

What’s right beside you : I'm stuck between the TV and praying cabinet

What is the last thing you ate : Papaya

Ever had Chicken pox : Yes, back when I was in kindergarden

Sore throat : Not right now

Stitches : No stitches, but I've got scars everywhere

Broken nose : No

Do you Believe in love at first sight : Maybe

Like picnics : Not in Malaysia. Who are you kidding? With our kind of weather?

Who was the last person you danced with : Mr. Bun

Last thing made you smile : Love Me 'Do! getting more response

You last yelled at : The aunty who lives behind my house

Kissed anyone : Mr. Bun

Get sick : Not right now

Talk to an ex : For what?

Miss someone : Yes. Dear, I'm so sorry for being such a spoiled brat

Who do you really hate: The aunty who lives behind my house

Do you like your hand-writing : Sometimes

Are your toe nails painted : Not right now. They were yesterday though

Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : Hugh Jackman's

What color shirt are you wearing now : White

Are you a friendly person : Sometimes. Depends on my mood

Do you have any pets : Never

Do you sleep with the TV on : Sometimes

What are you doing right now : Waiting for Kuan Yee

Can you handle the truth : Yes

Are you closer to your mother or father : Mom

Do you eat healthy : I try hard to

Do you still have pictures of you & your ex : For what?

If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : Mr. Bun

Are you loud or quiet most of the time : Depends on the day

Are you confident : Sometimes

5 things I was doing 10 years ago
1) Struggling to learn Mandarin from new Chinese friends
2) Acting cool while dressing up as a lala
3) Putting boyband posters all over my bedroom wall
4) Singing along to Britney Spears on top of my lungs
5) Wishing to marry Justin Timberlake

5 things I would do if I were a billionaire
1) Buy myself and my loved ones everything
2) Build trust funds for myself and loved ones
3) Go travel with Mr. Bun
4) Donate to the needy
5) Invest

5 of my bad habits
1) Lazy
2) Always putting on a bitchface
3) Pessimistic
4) Take things for granted
5) Act like everyone owes me in some sort of way

5 places I have been living in
1) Wangsa Maju
2) Seri Petaling
3) Seri Kembangan
4) Petaling Jaya
5) Sungai Besi

5 people I tag
No one, actually

Spreading the love

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Temperamental

I'm stuck alone at home all day and feeling hungry all the time. I can't stop feeling stressed even though I'm out of the office for almost a week. Wait a minute, is that a sign of workaholicism? Or I'm just bored out of my skull? Anyway, I also can't get over the fact that I'll be turning older in just a few more days and I'm not ready for that. Not that I'm Madonna and the spotlight's gonna be on how much I've aged but every girl deserves to feel paranoid about how old she gets at each birthday. I'm just channelling my inner drama queen rightfully. Who wouldn't worry about wrinkles and the force of gravity as time goes? I would. Which explains perfectly why I'm freaking out as the clocks ticks away. Not to mention there's nothing really interesting on tv to keep me fully occupied. I did my own laundry today but I pretty much lazed around the whole day, plonked lazily on the red sofa with white tiger print bolsters in my living room. My home sounds so disco. Trust me, its nothing like that. Oh when can I ever stop whining and get my lazy ass to the gym or yoga class? I know! When I learn to drive. Which is not happening too soon. But I'll try my best to make that happen. Then I can get some yoga action going on. And also I won't feel so goddamn lethargic and can keep my own mouth shut.

Fuck my near to non-existent knowledge of webpage HTML. Tried to jazz up my blog template but my skills are fucking limited that I'm gonna throw up all over this site. You're all gonna smell the scrambled eggs that I just had. Weird thing is, it's dinner time here and not breakfast. I know, I have weird cravings sometimes.

There you go. I got that off my chest. Nothing much of what I typed made sense but I don't care. Just needed to blow off some steam.

Closing the door

For those few years that we weren't studying together, I did my best to keep in touch and keep our friendship. But more often than not, I get ignored. Well, it happened with one or two friends anyway. Till this day I wonder if I'm wrong to turn a deaf ear to her stories. Does this make me a cold-hearted beast that my friends would fear if they knew? I have my reservations when she tells me stories of how pitiful her life is. But who could blame me for not believing when she confesses of having leukemia? Confessions which were made casually over a chat on MSN. If it were that serious she could've gave me a ring. I see her still happily posting pictures on Friendster and chatting away on MSN, telling me more stories of her failed relationships, enquiring about my relationship, asking me out for tea and more. What's more baffling is that she supposedly has only a short while more to live, (or so she tells me, but not specifically how much longer) but still has a job. No offence but I wouldn't buy the story that a leukemia patient at a terminal stage would have the ability to drive to work and sit in the office working all day. Now I understand why she told me stories of her being pregnant and went for an abortion when we were teenagers, then telling me later that she wasn't pregnant after all. Maybe she just wanted attention. Just like how she wants it now. She probably needs help. But I don't think I'm able to give it. Forgive me. I need a closure and you're not allowed into my life anymore.

Merdeka spirit thrown down the drain

Where's the level of maturity among our society if we let a fucktard with his foul mouth roam freely on the streets? If he dares to call the main pump of this country's economy as immigrants who don't deserve to belong here, he should be castrated and put silent with his dick stuffed in his piehole. Police reports are already lodged and he still has the balls to step out and speak like a hero owing no apologies, as if there's no one deserving of it.

I am seething mad. I feel like the man in the mask. Think V for Vendetta. If only I had that kind of courage to set things right and show those fucks who's the real boss. We elected you to power, it doesn't mean you can use it against us. Even slicing his tongue in public would not matter now. It's too late to apologize.

I have my able limbs, but I am the minority. I can't go protesting alone on the streets. It's only so typical that people keep silent at things that make them so angry and care only about moving on. Here's me sitting in front of my computer thinking of how it would all be if we skipped this episode. But my insides are boiling. I can only hope for a change so that my future generations don't have to bear with all these crap. I can only hope for a day when my children can call themselves Malaysians without any doubt. No more racial introductions. Just Malaysian. Alas! Here is a perfect example of how we can get rid of such racial hatred but we are not doing anything good to save the day. We are just letting him roam free with his words spilling over to cause more hurt.

Hello. My name is Ashley and I have yellow skin. But I do not know who I really am. Malaysian? You tell me. But only if you can tell yourself that too.

As things heat up

Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh and you know the thing about chaos, it's fair.

The Joker, Batman: The Dark Knight 2008

May the best man wins tomorrow. We rakyat truly deserve a little bit more of fairness around here. I personally wouldn't mind a teeny weeny bit of chaos in return of justice. Not that the candidates necessarily bring justice immediately, but it goes to show that if an upset happens, we're just trying to show how upset we really are. Let's call it our cry for help.

You know you're old when...

A father tells his son to thank you like this:

Dad looking at young son: Se**, say thank you, aunty.

*sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces*

Which effing part of my face looks AUNTY ??? This is what I'd like to call poor parenting. It's like teaching your kid that a horse is in fact a donkey. I can't deal with this. How can anyone call such a young, hot, fabulous, fashionable, trendy, chic, pretty and kind young lady an AUNTY?? I need to dig a hole and just die. Or better yet, throw that dad into the hole and just leave 'em there to die from drowning in a big puddle of rain water. That'll teach ya not to simply call me an aunty.

*storms off to buy a shovel*

Celebutards

Once in a while we all get to dress up and have a little fun. Once in a while we are invited to be at a happening party with gorgeous a theme. That sounds very much like a party I'd like to be at. Earlier this week I was invited to the OK! Celeb Fest 2008 at Zouk. Well of course I wasn't invited alone, but anyhoo I got VIP passes. That doesn't come very often. The theme of the party was 'Magnificent Masquerade', and we were all like a bunch of happy nerds going around shopping for pretty masks before the party. We wouldn't do so under normal circumstances, but the invite said that we'd be penalized by the fashion police if we were caught without any mask on. So of course we had to shop for some may-jah masks. But unfortunately the party didn't turn out to be quite like what we had expected. Sad. But that happens sometimes to parties that could've been such a blast... For everyone in the venue.

Let's start from the beginning. We were waiting for each other to arrive in front of Zouk and spotted some local celebs arriving by foot. And a little while later, some of them started arriving in their rented Benzes. That really brought the lolz. Never thought our homegrown celebs needed that kinda attention and drama. But I guess we all do, don't we? Truthfully I have nothing much to say about the event 'cause we didn't manage to have a lot of fun 'cause most of the group left even before halfway. Even yours truly didn't stay on till the end. I had to leave after they announced the so-called Best Dressed. She was a disaster.

Me with my mask n Mr. Bun with his. He could hardly breath in that thing :p

One of the performers of the night, and the only one I caught just because she was up on stage early. I didn't know her but her name was Honey Madu, if I got the name spelt right. Her voice was okay -- but she was too syok sendiri while on stage. Bask in the spotlight while you can, honey!

Emcees for the night - Serena C and Pietro from Mix FM

Here's JP accepting his award, which I don't remember the category.

Here's me with my lucky draw prize. Haha! I practically ran and jumped on stage when I heard my name called. Actually I wasn't even paying attention to the emcees talking but I just heard my name being called and knew I won something. And that something was a prize from Triumph. Yay for free bras and panties!! More on that later. My name got called in the first round, which means it's usually the smaller prizes and I hate that. That's happened twice! The first time at another party, my name was called first for the night and all I got was a whole range of Gatsby hair wax. Bummer. I ended up giving them all away 'cause I don't use those. But it beats not winning anything at all, I suppose :) I wonder who walked away with the grand prize at Celeb Fest. That lucky bastard/bitch is gonna loooooove soaking in that jacuzzi by the sea. Ask me in person if you wanna know what I mean.

So I claimed my prize at Parkson Pavilion yesterday. In my envelope, there was no voucher or anything. Just a letter from Triumph congratulating me for winning and of course the T&C. I was sure Triumph's trying to get rid of their old stock and decided to restrict me to a few ranges, 'cause they had a bunch of item codes written on the letter but to my lovely surprise, they were actually giving out their very latest range, the Eco Chic. It's so new that it's not even ready for viewing on Triumph Malaysia's website. So let's see... According to the tag on my bra, the Eco Chic range contains no farm drugs, no chemicals like aldehyde (tried to wiki this but couldn't understand a sentence) and no metals. I don't even know what's the support made of 'cause the salesgirl couldn't give me the information -.-" The range is also made from natural colouring substances to prevent allergies and to retain colouring from washing and natural cotton for comfort. I think that's cool. Now we ladies can be environmental friendly right to the inside. Here's a peek at the range...

I apologize for the visual torture. I'm no supermodel. Let's wait for the pro shots from Triumph okay?

Is it me, or is it hot in here?

Oh Miss Selfridge! You made me lust for this totally unnecessary dress which I probably wouldn't need in my wardrobe, but would totally die to own it anyway. But of course since your designs come all the way from the land of Ukay, the conversion rate is bloody hell high and it breaks my heart that I couldn't afford to have this yummy piece of fabric. You know, I was at your boutique yesterday, happily trying on both colours and falling in love with both! But I had to scramble out after I saw the price tag :(

Over reacting, you say? With my current paying salary I wasn't being even halfway to OTT. Just brutally honest. Can I also be totally honest right now to tell you that your dress made me look like a supermodel who just stepped out from a hip hop video on MTV? I must say, black made me look super skinny and red... What can I possibly say about red? Let's just put it this way... If I put on my devil horns I bet tons of guys would jump into the depths of hell to get me. But of course they'd have to get through Mr. Bun while they're at it. Nyek nyek...

So anyways, could you have a sale anytime soon? I think DNP would have it too if you say so. Slash off at least half the price for this dressie will ya? I'll pucker up and kiss your ass cheeks if you do.

Love ya!

Let time be me

Sometimes I wish I had the ability to freeze time so I can be stuck in any safe place I'm in. But other times I'd wish I could zoom past time without anyone noticing that I'm gone, or that I would not notice anyone else around me. To run away from all those thoughts that turn me into this pessismist monster that I am. I have no shiny red eyes or a long, crooked nose. All I have is a deep, dark and hollow shell which no longer bears fruits of hope. I can't understand why I am never satisfied with the way things are (no matter how good they are doing), and keep wondering what if there is something wrong. What if all these seemingly happy times are just a ploy to an impending doom? WHAT IF? The six alphabets and one question mark which intelligently combine to mark my death of normalcy.

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE, IT GOES ON WITHOUT YOU.

How I wish to possess the ability to move on nonchalantly and breeze through difficult times, without any of these bullshit thoughts polluting my unsound mind. Or rather headstrong, like a horse racing through the meadows with its new found freedom. I need to be alone. But not long enough for everyone to leave me empty.

Goodbye civilization

When one goes away for a work trip, things at the office pile up while the dust settles in awaiting for the employee stationed at the particular cubicle to return. In my case, I've got 3 weeks worth of dust and headache work waiting for me when I come back in August. It's not even gonna be far from KL, where I'm going. It's just 45 minutes away. But yes... It's gonna take us 3 stinkin' weeks. It's gonna stink, literally. Going off to where, you may wonder. Let me just tell you it's where I can travel to France and Japan in 24 hours, while still being stuck in beloved Malaysia. Don't be surprised if you suddenly realize I'm temporarily wiped off from the surface of cyberspace.

ciao

niamahfcukinbbq

No service tax at most restaurants

PETALING JAYA: Restaurants earning less than RM3mil annually and are not operating from hotels no longer need to charge their customers 5% service tax.

This followed a Government’s decision which took effect on July 1. The decision was made in view of the fuel and food price increase.

Customs deputy director-general (operations) Datuk Mohamed Khalid Yusuf said the move would deprive the Government of RM200mil in revenue.

He said during a press conference here yesterday that restaurant operators should drop by at Customs offices to apply for the revocation of their service tax licences.

He said there were 4,457 restaurants which earned less than RM3mil and the new decision would exempt 93% of them from the need to collect service tax. – Bernama

Source: http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/7/11/nation/21798459&sec=nation

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Picture this:

**After a meal at a restaurant**

Customer walks up to cashier to pay and given a receipt. 5% service tax still charged.

Customer: Eh boss, you earn less that 3 million yearly ah?

Boss: Yea lah. Abuthen?

C: How can you prove? I don't need to pay this extra 5% if you earn more than 3 million ok?

B: Prove what prove?

C: niamaccbbbq$^**&%^#((&**^kfg247&%^$87jfhsfheero;q.

B: knnccbZ7&djfge%&^$%&(jbgwshdg6&%VDH7%^&%

Catfight ensues...

Seriously, how much longer can we put up with this crappy government we have?

Left and right

Heart is what tells you how to feel. Mind is what tells you how to think. Should be something significant if both tries to tell you the same thing. I've had one of the more difficult days from work today and it didn't help that I got a rather unsupporting response toward the end of my depressing day. What happens when I try to convince myself that there's something deeper than what's seem on the surface, but both my heart and mind tells me that the treatment's wrong?

It's getting hot in here

I've finally gotten rid of the one thing that was sucking the life out of me. That thing, let me tell you, can make you feel like Gollum wearing the Ring. You'll feel invincible, as if you possess the power to shop every single thing in the world. That thing, my friends, is a bloody piece of plastic embedded with a memory chip and it's called a credit card. Thank goodness I didn't go "My precioussssssssssssssssss" when I cut it into pieces and dunk my hand into the garbage bin like how Gollum leapt into the burning lava. Actually I already got it cancelled about a month ago, but it was just today that I got down to destroying this parasite. It brought me lots of joy when I could purchase movie tickets, book for airplane tickets and hotel rooms online, but it also made me blind for a while for spending money that I didn't have. My friends, this is my advice for you. Be really sure and disciplined if you're gonna have a credit card, alright? It's not gonna be a pretty sight if you overspend. Don't say I didn't warn you.




What's left of the friggin' piece of plastic that nearly took away my life (and savings!)


On a totally unrelated matter... This was how I spent my weekend.

JUICE 6th Anniversary Party

Bad quality photo, but anyways we were camwhoring at the office before leaving to the party.

On the way to Poppy Garden on a Friday night. Woohoo!!!








Matchy matchy dress colour and handphone fur ball





Trying to fish for endorsement deals

Joey G!!! Andrea called him G Zai -.-" Sounds so wrong...

One Buck Short performing. They rocked the party!!

In case you're wondering... The theme of the party was stars & stripes. I forgot my starry earrings so Sophia had to draw a star on my chest for me to fit into the whole theme. Lol! Though we had a pretty good time at the party, it wasn't at all good when we arrived. I was faced with one of the devils from my past. Haih... I don't even have the mood to talk about it. All I can say is I gotta be more cautious from now on.


Saturday Night Drunkness

Part II celebration of Kuan Yin festival (lol... inside joke) was everything what the real Goddess of Mercy would disapprove. Alcohol, meat and the only thing missing was beef -.-"







It's empty...

Whatchiu looking at?





I'd better stick to sexy poses