Alive, drunk, rashes and all

I'm BACK!

Oh yessssss I am.

And thanks to everyone who wished me safe journey.

Cos you know what? It's because of YOU that I'm safely back!

(okay, shit, corny, I know. I'm still a little stoned)

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We spent 7 days and 6 nights in Beijing and I don't know why but throughout all 6 six nights, I could not sleep a wink. Well, the last 2 nights, there was a reason why I could not sleep a wink lah.

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Fatty and I had some serious issues to settle, but because he is such a lovable, forgiving and understanding man, we settled it.

(I really sound like I'm trying to blow his bubble kan >_<)

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Seriously, I woke up every freaking hour!

But not like as if there were any hantu(s) in the room lah, cause I didn't see any. Besides, I was sleeping with Jojo and Sarah and they slept like pigs!

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Maybe it's cause I wasn't used to sleeping in an unfamiliar bed without my Fatty next to me lah (there I go again, kissing ass).

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Anyways, so, because I could not sleep a wink all through the 6 nights we were there, and was even more stressed because of the issues I had to settle with Fatty, I started looking like a freaking panda bear, with black rings, puffy eyes, bad complexion and worse, rashes all over my body!

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Okay, I don't think the rashes were caused by my lack of sleep lah. It was more because of the cold DRY weather in Beijing that made me break out in a tiny zillion irritating spots all over my body, and I STILL got it like right NOW.

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So, on the 6 hours flight back to KL, and with the plane facing some technical problems which caused us NOT to be able to watch Norbit, I decided to try to get some sleep. But I just couldn't! So, champion here decided to down herself with wine, totally forgetting that fact that alcohol is triple the effect when you're in altitude! *smacks forehead* And champion had more than 6 glasses!

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Champion got sloshed. No recollection of the plane landing. No recollection of the journey back to the house. Nothing.

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And I am STILL suffering from a light hangover now yah.

People around me actually look sooooo pretty *smiles like a dumb idiot*

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Okay, enjoy the pictures!

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The immigration was PACKED!

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can't really remember the name of this park but it's a nice park =)

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jojo, me and sarah @ the nice park (seriously cant remember its name)

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Bell Tower

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We had to climb up 75 freaking steps to see a bell okay! It was NOT funny. And there was no way you could stop to catch your breathe. Cause shy mah....scared people laugh and say, "Aiyoh, 75 steps ONLY mah...also cannot meh".

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And so, I pushed myself all the way up. And almost died in the process. 75 steps only mah! Cannot meh! Hmph!

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a really cute Chinese boy - but started crying when I waved to him >_<'

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@ the Great Wall! I even made it all the way up!

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There was this woman, who was dressed in a fluorescent green dress, with a radio strapped to her waist, blasting out chinese techno music, climbing up the same time as me. And she was soooo energetic I wanted to push her down!

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I mean, irritating kan. Here I was, huffing and puffing up the damn steps, and it's NOT easy okay. The steps were all uneven, some higher than the others, some shorter. And then, when all I wanted to do was just to concentrate on climbing the damn thing, I hear, of ALL things, Chinese TECHNO music blasting out from behind me and then a blinding green comes into sight! I could have lost grip on the steps and fallen to my death!!!

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Gawd! I SHOULD have pushed her down!

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check out the amount of people on the Great Wall. Very fun meh?

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There were like a row of these chains and locks lined up on the first 10 feet of both sides of the Great Wall. And me, being the dumb tourist that I was, decided to go buy myself a lock to add on to the chain as well.

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They were selling the locks at the souvenirs shops and I wanted to get one. But daddy stopped me. Told me not to waste money worr. Fucker.

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But later, when I asked our personal tour guide what the locks signify, she explained to me. Apparently, married couples come here and put these locks on to show each another that they are locking their hearts together as one.

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KNN! Thank goodness me no buy lock and lock one there, man! If not, I would have locked my own heart away and not share it with anyone else. Phew....close call.

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Okay, daddy, you NO fucker anymore. Me lup you long time =)

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@ Temple of Heavens with my loved ones

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@ WangFuJie Street - deep-dried crickets and scorpions

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yes, these are the lizards you see on your ceiling every night

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madness came over me. I had the cricket and scorpions. they taste a lot like Twisties.

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dongting dack tonguo, anyone?

I think it's Duck Tongue. Yeah, they need PR desperately

drunk on the flight back. i dont even remember taking this picture.

ANNUAL DINNER @ AVANTI, SUNWAY

MamaYen and I were late cause we rushed to Hartamas to get our hair done. I wanted a simple, elegant look.

They gave me the punk rock chick look *femme sighs*

pearls, rocker chick & mamayen

FAREWELL ALLY SWEETIE

BigSisterAlly's going off to Adelaide. So we had the farewell dinner at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng in Leisure Mall last night.

BigSisterAlly and little Gabriel

her daughter, Izzy

We gonna miss you. Have a safe trip and we'll come over to visit you whenever we can okay!

Flying off

I DID IT!!!

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I did I did I did I did!!!

Like finally but I did it!

And I'm extremely happy about it!

So happy can die. But I won't die, cause I'm too happy!

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I've RESIGNED!

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Oh yes, I have!

Been waiting to do this for too long now and I'm glad the waiting is over and I can finally fly away from this cage - to a bigger cage >_<'

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But I won't tell you yet where I'll be going to.

Surprise it shall be.

Hahaha!

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BEIJING

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here I come.

two more days to go and I'll be off to see the world!

gosh, I'm feeling so terribly happy clappy today it's nauseating.

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this will probably be my last blog before I go off to Beijing, so be prepared for a photo post when I get back.

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have a great weekend people!

Wait

I do not want to use the word 'busy' to explain my lack of blogs over the pass week but I just can't seem to find any other words to describe my disappearance, so yeah, I was busy.

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Busy doing what, I'm not too sure, but somehow, time just flies by and before I know it, one whole week has gone out the window.

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Things at work has been getting worse and worse and I'm so darn bloody close to slapping the resignation letter accross my boss's face. But I shan't give in to temptation until the right time comes, and so, I shall wait.

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Wait...

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I despise that word so much. So much that it eats me whole and then makes me puke it out. I hate it so much that just blogging about it now is making me turn green and purple. I hate the word as much as I hate lizards! In fact, compared to lizards, I feel that I can kiss one now. And that's how deeply my hatred runs for that word. Wait.

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Because that's what I've been doing this whole week.

Waiting.

Waiting for an answer. For ONE fucking answer. One simple YES or NO.

And until now, I'm still waiting!

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But I know this wait is worthwhile, and that's why I AM still waiting.

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And I sure do hope that the answer I'm waiting for, will be the answer that I want.

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-_-'

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We're flying off to Beijing next weekend!!!

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Yes, me and my sisters and my mummy and daddy. And I'm so extremely excited! It's the first time I'm actually stepping foot into China, and I heard from everyone that everything is cheap cheap cheap in Beijing! So, I'll definitely be shop shop shopping!

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Shopping is good.

It's a good way to mend a broken soul.

And a good way to de-stress.

And I'm extremely stressed-up at the moment.

Therefore, shopping is good for me.

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Another all expenses-paid-for trip with shopping allowance too!

Now, how cool is that?

I doubt I'd get to enjoy these priviledges anymore once I'm married and booted out of the family. Harr harr!

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Fatty will have to stay home and look after Sha-Sha for the week that we'll be away. Good for him. Training before he becomes a father one day. And fatherhood is gonna come soon yah. Like perhaps next year? *winks*

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But that will have to wait till our wedding is over.

And wedding will have to wait till after my Beijing trip is over.

And Beijing will have to wait till next week is over.

And next week will have to wait till I get my answer.

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Just waiting.

Boys & Girls & Cemetary

Went for Cheng Beng on Sunday. My last Cheng Beng before I can happily skip next year's and next next year's and next next next year's (and so on) Cheng Beng forever! *squeals in delight*!

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I know Cheng Beng is a great way to stay in touch with your ancestors, but seriously, dont you think it's a little not very sincere to actually just go ONCE a year and only because it's Cheng Beng???

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And it's even worse when you have to be forced, dragged and threatened to go to the cemetery for Cheng Beng to pay your respects to someone that you don't even know!

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I do respect the fact that these people were my great-grandparents once upon a time ago, but honestly, going there, standing under the hot sun just to wait for your turn to hold the jost-stick, shake it up and down three times, and then walk away does NOT constitute as paying respect lorr.

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So, I may feel a little sad that this is my last Cheng Beng, but I am very very much happier to know that I won't ever need to go for this next year ever again!

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On another note, Fatty and I went to Bangsar to meet up with Gord & Cin for dinner at Nirvana's Banana Leaf. Naturally, they were late, and so, we went for a stroll in Bangsar Village.

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Okok...maybe not exactly a stroll to pass time but more of a stroll to go get something I want.

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I've been wanting this pair of shoes I've seen a long time ago, but it was out of my budget for last month and eversince then, I've been drooling over getting them. It haunted me night and day and it was in my mind every waking second that I knew I just HAD to get them.

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And so, with my pay recently out, we went for that stroll in Bangsar Village. It helped that Gord & Cin were late too.

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And guess what?!! *grins*

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I BOUGHT THEM!

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After dinner, we went to Socials for many many games of pool. And I love playing pool with Fatty cause he always lets me win - not intentionally either.

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So, it was Fatty and me against Gord and Cin.

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At the next table, there was this bunch of girls playing pool too and one of them was wearing a very nice lycra white top paired off with a knee-length denim skirt.

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And as it happened, she had to bend down to aim for her ball with her ass facing directly where Fatty and I were sitting.

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"See lah, baby, I'm a man lah. Tell me lah, how am I suppose to NOT look at that" while looking in the direction of that girl's ass.

"Yah, but she doesn't have a nice face"

"Aiyoh, just cover her face and do it for the country lah!"

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>_<'

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Fucker.

IF IT SHOULD BE

If it should be that I grow weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep

Then you must do what must be done

For this, the last battle, can't be won.

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You, will be sad, I understand

Don't let your grief then stay your hand

For this day, more than the rest

Your love and friendship stand the test.

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We've had so many happy years

What is to come can hold no fears

You would not want me to suffer so

When the time comes, please let me go.

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Take me where my needs they'll tend

Only, stay with me to the end

And hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

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I know in time you and I will see

It is a kindness you do to me

Although my tail it's last has waved

From pain and suffering I have been saved.

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Don't grieve if it should be you

Who has to decide this thing to do

We've been so close - we two these years

Don't let your heart hold any tears.

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Taken from a sympathy card sent to us from my CuzRoy.

In memory of Purdita Ho, April 1999 - March 2007.

She's home

For someone who's terrified of the rain, she was so brave to pull through what she went through the past week.

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It was obvious that she was in a lot of pain, and yet, she made no sound, she showed no reaction, and just stayed strong so as not to have us worried.

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It was a Sunday morning when we found her sick, not her usual self, lying lifelessly on the stairs. Her eyes all yellow, her ears, her tummy, all a sick yellow colour, the colour of death. And yet, when we called her name and came close to pet her, she made an effort to wag her tail to show us that she's happy. And we were too blind to notice that she was in pain.

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Daddy came home that evening, after being away in China for a week, and she made the effort to walk down the stairs to greet him, eventhough it took up a lot of her energy and it caused her pain. But she only made it halfway down, before her legs gave way and she collapsed. But she tried.

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Mummy and Jojo took her to the vet the next day, and it was confirmed that she was poisoned. By whom, we don't know, and we didn't care. We just wanted the doctor to work his magic and heal her. But it was too late, the poison was already in her blood and there was no way they could flush it out.

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She was hospitalised immeidately and was put on the drip.

And she stayed that way for 3 whole days.

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The doctor said she has to urine, because if she could do that, her kidneys are still working and she might be able to help herself recover. But three days, there was no urine, no energy, no life left in her.

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I went to see her everyday, encouraging her to urine.

And each time I saw her, I cried.

We cried.

Because it was soooo painful for us to see her like that.

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On the third evening, she couldn't bear to see us sad and so, she tried.

And she managed to urine.

And we jumped for joy!

But little did we know, it was already too late.

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On the fourth day, I spent a whole hour off lunch with her. And when she saw me, she got up and wagged her tail. Imagine my joy and happiness to see her like that. And I thought, she's on her way to recovery!

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I went home and updated mummy and daddy excitedly and they were so happy to hear the good news too.

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And then, Friday came.

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I rushed to see her, even excusing myself from the meeting in the office, after getting several urgent sms-es from Sarah. She went to see her. And she wasn't doing too well.

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They thought that if I went, and she saw me, she might be better.

But when I arrived, and saw her, I lost all control and tears flowed freely from my eyes.

Because what I saw was just too painful.

And I knew, deep in my heart, that there was no way she was going to get better.

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And so I did what I had to do.

I called mummy, and daddy, and Jojo, to come back immediately, to say their final goodbyes to her.

We had to stop her pain.

She was hardly breathing.

She couldn't even stand.

And she was bleeding profusely.

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And there was nothing the doctor could do.

The poison had already damaged her insides, causing everything to slowly rot away, slowly killing her.

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And so, it was on the 30th of March, that our beloved Purdy, was laid to rest.

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She was only 8 years old.

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But she's home now.

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Her ashes and bones are kept in a pure white urn, surrounded by white flowers, on a table where we can see her everyday, and where she can rest in peace, in her own home....with us.

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We will learn to love another, but you will never be replaced in our hearts and in our memories.

And we promise you this.....
We love you soooo much.....

Come home

The pass few days has really been wearing me out.
And I have no idea why this is affecting me so badly.
I've never thought myself to be so attached to her.
But now that we're at the risk of losing her, it's shown me how much I really do care.
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I've never had to feel what it's like to risk losing someone close to me so this is something new to me and I don't like it. NOT. A. SINGLE. BIT. at all.
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The black rings around my eyes.
The fatigue.
The anxiety of wanting to rush to see her on time before I miss the visiting hours.
The lack of sleep for crying too much.
The tears which seems to spill out whenever I thought of her.
The sleepness nights lying awake thinking of her in her cold hard bed.
With nobody around to comfort her. Except the harsh noises of the night.
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It's so hard to NOT to even think about her. That's like forcing myself not the breathe at all. And I don't even wanna not think about her.

I pray real hard that she will be fine and will be able to come back home to be with us again one day.

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Sweetheart, get well soon ok.

We all miss you....

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Graduation

Fatty and I have finally 'graduated' from CMPC and we can now officially be married in church!

Party or what!

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Before we started on this course, I thought that going through 6 weekends of it would so kill me. But now that it's over, it didn't even feel like 6 weekends.

And somehow, after spending every Sunday rushing to church for this, I don't think I know what to do this Sunday anymore.

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>_<

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Anyways, after our little 'graduation' celebration on Sunday, we went over to FunnyVJ's place. Yes, this is the FIRST time he has ever invited anyone over to his place - even after he's been living there for the past 3 years.

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Fatty, Stevie, Jo and I are very honoured to be the first four to be invited over.

And we were even more honoured when he ordered in Domino's pizza for us!

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CrazyChristine was there as well. She helped FunnyVJ clean his house in preparation to having us there.

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The 5 of them played 'Texas Holden' but I didn't.

I just helped Fatty count his winnings.

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CrazyChristine & FunnyVJ

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Jo and Stevie

Fatty & I

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And here are more candid shots I took while fiddling with my camera.

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nothing to look forward to

This whole week is crawling by extremely slowly.
And I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I don't have the heart to work here anymore.
Maybe it's because my mind immediately flies to the weekends whenever the weekdays start.
Maybe it's because I've just totally lost all hope to continue making this company a better place.
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Or maybe. Just maybe. I have not had alcohol since *this time* and my body can't hold out any longer.
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I need my alcohol!!! >_<

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Another SINGLES Party

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by KinkyBlueFairy last night and again I didn't make it *femme sighs* even though I promised her I would make it for the next one 'x_x'

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But I was busy discussing with the photographers on what kind of shots Fatty and I would like to have on the wedding day and blablablabla....boring stuff.

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I just wish the whole wedding was over and done with. Seriously. I thought I would be so darn excited to plan the wedding, but to my dismay, I am not. NOT. ONE. BIT. And I have no idea why *femme shrugs* maybe cause I still have like 8 months to plan it. Hahahahaha!

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*okay, femme's going crazy*

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UBBER PISSED OFF!!!

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at my stupid management!

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Was happily looking forward to my last family trip to Beijing end April and when I was about to apply for leave, a fucking email was blasted out to everyone saying that we have to keep this this this dates free because we will be going up to Gentings for team-building! FUCK!

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Whatever!

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So I applied for leave and submitted it to my boss anyways, telling her that my trip to Beijing was already paid for and I cannot cancel it.

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And you know what she fucking told me???!!!

She fucking said, "I won't sign this yet. Will discuss with HR first cause I want everyone to attend the team-building".

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

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This is the last family trip I'm ever gonna go for lorr and it's already been paid for. Mummy has been planning this trip for like the longest time cause she has to plan it around Jojo's, Sarah's and Daddy's time and schedule, and now, I might not be able to go because of some dumb team-building??!!

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No lorr....if my leave is not approved then I'm gonna have to fucking resign.

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But I'm just praying and hoping that the company don't think I'm important enough for me to HAVE to attend this damn team-building.

Bunga Problems

I had no idea flowers can be such a hassle.

It was ONLY flowers. And not like a whole variety of flowers.

It was ONLY sunflowers.

That's all I ever wanted. That's all I ONLY wanted.

And even then, talking about it gave me a headache ">_<"

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Met up with MunYeeTheBungaPerson on Saturday, hoping to solve the flower issue.

Instead, we came up with more issues.

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Fatty gave me problems too.

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"Make that 20 corsages lah"

"-_-' That's too little lah..."

"Who you wanna give to....the whole world?"

"*_*' not the whole world...important people lah"

"20 not enough arr..?"

"...no...."

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Of course not!

How can 20 corsages only???

My bridesmaids = 4

Groomsmen = 3

Best Man = 1

Dad & Mom In Law = 2

My mommy and dada = 2

My 1st reader = 1

My brother-in-law = 1

My emcees = 2

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That's already 16.

What about those helping me at the registration and those who are helping Fatty when he comes get the bride.

20 is definitely NOT enough lorr.

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And this is ONLY the corsages okay.

I do not even want to start on the flowers for church, my hand bouquet, my bridesmaids' bouquets, car decorations, flower for hotel's ballroom, flowers for walk-in, table centrepieces, bla bla bla.....i'm running outta breath...

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I can foresee planning this wedding is NOT going to be as simple as I thought.

And I AM going for the simple-est yah.

Dumb Blonde In The Carpark

I used to visit Pyramid like on an almost everyday basis. I don't know why but it was like the best place to hang out and there was no where else I'd rather be seen at other than at Pyramid. So, there I will be, hanging out, walking around, shopping or just there because I have nowhere else to go to.

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So, because I frequent there so damn often, I even had my own 'usual' carpark. I don't know if they purposely kept it available for me. Or if it was just my luck. Or there was something wrong with that place that nobody else wanted to park there. Whatever it is, it was always empty whenever I was there. Maybe got hantu.

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So one day, as usual, I went there for lunch with BigSisterAlly.

She worked around that area, so it was only right to go to Pyramid for lunch.

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We ber-borak borak, had our lunch and borak-ed somemore. Finished our lunch and continued to borak as we walked out to the car.

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As I was fishing out my car keys from the hand bag, a suspicious looking guy walked passed us, tall, skinny, long dirty curly hair, flashing a key-like tool in his right hand.

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At first, I paid him no heed, thinking he must be some mat motor who was lucky enough to actually own a car. Either that or being the idiot mat motors always are, he parked his bike in the carpark.

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But as I saw him heading towards my car, which I could see peeking out from behind another car, I started getting a little suspicious. What the fuck was he doing walking towards my car.

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And all my senses came to attention.

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I started walking a little faster when I saw him slip between my car and the other car, and when he bent down to try to unlock my car door, my heart was practically thundering in my throat!

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Who the fuck does this fucker think he is to think that he can steal my car???!!!

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And at the same time, I was confused. Of all the nice looking cars around, why was he stealing MY car???

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And so, with as much energy as I could sum up, I ran as fast as I could on my high heels, although I kept tilting to the right, and shouted in my utmost thunderous voice,

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"HEY! THAT'S MY CAR YOU'RE TRYING TO STEAL!!!!".

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I could hear BigSisterAlly running after me as well, but seriously, at that moment, I was more concerned about the car than her. I mean, if my car gets stolen, it's not like as if she has another one to send me back to work on time with.

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The mat motor immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at me (in a really shit-not-another-crazy-woman way, now that I think about it) when I came to a clumsy halt in front of him.

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And then, it hit me. HARD.

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He wasn't fucking stealing my car.

Hell, it wasn't even my car that was parked there.

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And bile started rising in my throat as panic hit me.

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If my car wasn't here, then where the hell was my car???!!

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"Where the FUCK is my car!!??"

I demanded from the now poor boy standing and gawking at me like as if I was insane.

I guess I must have looked it, what with my curly hair all over the place, eyes raving mad, clothes in a mess from that 100-metre dash, and glaring at him accusingly for stealing my car and hiding it somewhere else.

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"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAR???!!!" I demanded again, turning around to look at BigSisterAlly, whom, I might add, was also staring at me like as if I'd gone stark raving mad.

What the hell is wrong with these people???

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"Erm...Kristy, that's not your car," she said softly.

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"THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS IT???!!!"

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She turned around and pointed behind me. "There".

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I followed her finger and saw my car, parked there. Parked where I parked it when we came in earlier. Without anyone stealing it.

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And then I remembered. My 'usual' space was taken up when I arrived today, so I parked somewhere else. And I blindly, like a chicken without head, ASSUMED I parked where I 'usually' did *SMACKS HEAD*

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I could feel my face turning red as I turned back to face the guy who was now frowning at me. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

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"Eheheh...." I started, knowing how absolutely retarded I sound. "I'm sorry...."

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BigSisterAlly burst out laughing and pulled me towards my car. And she couldn't stop laughing at all.

And as we got into my car and reversed out, I could still see the guy standing there, outside his car, looking at us drive off with his jaw dropped open.

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I looked at the hysterical hyenna laughing beside me, then looked at the guy through my rearview mirror again. Fuck!

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**This happened to me a loooong time ago but it's not something I will ever forget**

Non-halal

Hello?

Have you called your sister yet?

Erm....no

Well, you better call her cause she mengamuk, say her sisters never call her worr.

-_- Okok, I'll call her now

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Heya! So, how did you do?

I got 7 A's!!!!!

Wow, 7 A's! Congrats!

Thank you!

Okay, byeeee...

Bye!

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I'm sure you could tell. I WASN'T surprised she got 7 A's for her SPM.

In fact, I was already EXPECTING her to get 7 A's. Maybe more. But nothing less.

But mummy was anxious cause she dreamt that Sarah got 4 D's.

I'm sure you could even tell that Sarah herself wasn't surprised she got what she got.

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I remember back when I was sitting for the exam so many aeons ago.

I was never aiming for 7 A's. Heck. I wasn't even aiming for 2 A's.

That's how smart I was.

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So the proud parents decided to treat all of us to a tasty dinner at El Cerdo on Cangkat Bukit Bintang.

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It's a German retaurants that serves really good authentic German dishes, but their speciality. PORK.

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Baby pork knuckles. Adult pork knuckles. Yummylicious pig's tongue. Pork ribs. Braised pork. Grilled pork. Barbequed pork. Pork this. Pork that. It's ALL about pork. And it ALL taste too good too!

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And everywhere you look, you see pork. There are hundreds of different pictures of cute little pigs decorating the interior of the restaurant. From cartoons, to abstract art, to real pictures, to little piggie toys, gold ones, pink ones, silver ones, pigs made out of metal....it's just all about pigs.

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And we ate like pigs too.

And I drank like a fish.

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And walked out red. Unbalanced. And laughing my head off at everything.

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But I swear I wasn't drunk. Just a little happy.

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They have this special dish, called the Spanish Suckling Pig.

And it's really special because when it is served to your table, it comes in the shape of the whole baby pig.

No, you don't tear it apart like how you eat a whole chicken.

This is where the special part is.

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You have to use a plate (given to you by the staff there of course) to cut the pig into pieces.

You know, like instead of using the butcher knife to chop, you use your plate.

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And then when you're done, you break that plate.

I guess it's cause you chopped the pig with the plate, so you have to get rid of the evidence.

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So, while we were dining, we could hear plates smashing every other minute.

No, we didn't order that dish.

But MamaYen said, we should go there the next time we have our PR bitching session.

Then we can smash all the plates we want to vent our frustration.

Eccentric Eyebrows

Seriously, I don't know where I even find the time to blog.
Work is killing me.
Personal time is killing me.
I guess this blog is the only thing that is keeping me alive "-_-"
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Eccentric turned ONE
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on Saturday.
The party was at Modestos Hartamas and the guests were beautiful.
The 'mamasan', HotTemperedJinee, was at her peak, basking at everyone, accepting her 'Congrats' gracefully and getting pissed drunk.
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BlossomMich and I were happily hopping around, snapping pictures like as if it was OUR party, and downing whisky by the dozens.
Typical Malaysian kiasu-ness lah....free drinks = down more.
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DrunkardDougie dragged me in to take part in some game on the dance floor with spotlights shining down on me.
It was the Spelling Game.
And we had to spell Eccentric with our ass.
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"I don't have much of an ass lah" I whispered to Mr. DJ, hoping to escape from the game.
"It's okay. Chinese girls usually don't have ass anyways!" he said into his mic.
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-_-'
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I SUCCUMBED
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and went to do it ">_<"

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Not that I'm defending my case or anything, but I've actually been contemplating to get it done a long time ago but never actually got to doing it.

So when I saw BlossomMich's eyebrows and eyelashes, I gave-in to that desire.

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I went to get my eyebrows permanently coloured onto my face and got my non-existent lashes permed.

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Yups, that's what I did!

NOT RIGHT!

I wore a very pretty dress to work yesterday.

It was from Cats Whiskers.

And Fatty came to pick me up for lunch.

When he saw me in a dress, his whole face litted up.

And I glowed inwards.

I know I'm more of a pants-shorts girl.

And not into dresses or skirts.

And whenever Fatty sees me in a dress.

He's reminded that Femme's a GIRL.

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And so when I got into the car.

He looked at me lovingly.

A grin spreading from one ear to the other.

He kissed me and hugged me.

I thought, wow, I should put on a dress more often.

If this is the reaction I get from my man.

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And so we arrived at the restaurant.

Where we were to have our lunch.

And I stepped out of the car,

A spring in my step

Because I felt I looked good.

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Fatty winked at me and held my hand.

And whispered, "You look really nice today"

I grinned widely and asked mischieviously,

"Why, oh why?"

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He looks me in my eye and said very lovingly,

"Because....."

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"Because you look like a happily married woman and a mother to my kids"

>_<

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Femme is NEVER wearing that dress again.

The Twins' First

Some champion decided to go flood her belly with chili padi last night.
And has been purging eversince.
-_-'
Way to go, dumbass femme.
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TWINS BRING HOPE FOR SOME
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imagine the amount of icing on this!

UmaAnn and AnnUma had a birthday celebration for their twin girls who turned 1 on March 1st. But of course, knowing how all these aunties and uncles are terrible when it comes to attending parties on weekdays, they made the party on Saturday evening.
4pm.
to be precise.

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So there were no excuse at all for all the terrible aunts and uncles to miss it.
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Sneha & Shaina

Seeing as the twins won't be able to appreciate (or remember) the party, UmaAnn and AnnUma invited 25 children from Rumah Hope to come celebrate and take part in the fun and games with the twins and their guests.
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The smiles and laughter from the children were priceless.
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And it was obvious they enjoyed themselves tremendously.
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Each of us were given a name of a child and we were told to get 'our child' a gift.
Our child (fatty & mine) was a 6 year old girl called Tarshini.
So, excitedly, we shot off to 1u on Sat, before the party, to get our child a gift.
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Seeing as the children were from a home, we decided to pamper our child.
So we went straight to Toy r' Us and got her a beautiful Mermaid Babrbie from the Mermaidia Collection (which was NOT cheap) as well as a nice fluffy real-life looking bunny to play with.
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Looking through all these Barbies, and Polly Pockets and Little Ponies and soft toys brought out the child in me.

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Fatty ended up paying for a Mermaid Barbie, TWO fluffy real-life looking bunnies and a gorgeous blue Little Pony from the Cascade collection.

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Imagine how happy our little Tarshini would be when she received the toys!
I know I was happy with my own fluffy real-life looking bunny and my blue Little Pony *grin*

So happily lah I pranced around looking for my little Tarshini when we got to the party.

There were kids everywhere and it was difficult to look out for a 6 year old girl.

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And then I found Tarshini.

And SHE was a BOY!

A 12 year old BOY!

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no, this is NOT Tachini. this is Hock Pun

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Imagine my horror when I saw my little Tarshini sitting there....not the cheerful little girl I imagined, but a notorious, grumpy little thing, sitting alone and frowning at everyone. And his name.....NOT Tarshini....BUT Tachini.

-_-'

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The party went really really well and I think the children all went home happy.

Not too sure about my 'little' Tachini though.

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That night, Fatty brought me down to Petaling Street for the famous calypot lo shu fun.

Sooooo yummy! Just thinking about it now is making me salivate....*sluuuurrrp*!

Frills & Thrills

MamaYen and Pearlz dragged me to see more wedding gowns today and I think I actually found 2 pieces that I like very very much.
You know, nothing too extravagant or complicated, just simple and nice.
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After all, I am not one who indulge, or even fancies, anything with lace or frills or anything too girlish.
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Pearlz: She doesn't like anything girlie
MamaYen: Yah, get her something, you know, like manly
Femme: -_-

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Imagine lah what the poor sales girl must be thinking.

Everything in the boutique is nothing but beads, lace, frills, sugar and candy and everything nice.

And whenever she took out something, my bridal gown consultants take one look at my turned-up, disgusted look and straight away turns the poor sales girl away...

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Nah....that's too girl. We want something more....macho.

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But I'm really glad I have them to come around with me to see gowns. I wouldn't know where to start if I were on my own.

And nope, going with the mother and godmother would not help.

They'd probably pick out all the ugliest ones for me.

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In the end, out of the many hundreds of beautiful gowns for me to choose from, I only tried on 4 pieces.

And out of these 4, I only liked 2.

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NEXT one please!

The Silent Scream

Through the thick fuzziness of black and white noise on the screen

I saw it there, lying and resting in it's sanctuary

Where nothing can harm it or unsettle it

It moves a little every now and then

Trying to find a nice comfortable position

Before it settles down again to rest

Just looking at it sent waves of emotion spiraling through me
And it brought a tear to my eye

Because I know...

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Suddenly, the image started moving

The black and white noise started jerking back and forth

And I can see it moving violently

It's only sanctuary threatened

It stretched as far as it could to the left
And then again to the right

But there was only so much space for it to move in

And there was no escape

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And then, a vacuum-like thing appeared on screen

Moving back and forth

Looking for something

Looking for it

It started moving harder, jerking back and forth

Trying to shy away from the vacuum as much as it could

But the vacuum was too strong

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After much wrestling, it happened

As the vacuum-like thing found it's target

It opened up its tiny little mouth

To scream

THE SILENT SCREAM

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Before it was torn into shreds

Leaving only fragments of bones and flesh

And all I could see was little black and white pieces floating around

On the now quiet and silent screen

Where only a while ago

Slept a 12-weeks old baby

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Everyone should be responsible for their own actions

ABORTION is CRUEL!

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picture taken from istockphoto.com

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fatty and i had to watch this video of a real-life abortion process during one of our CMPC sessions. and i realized that once a baby is formed, it feels. eventhough it's in your body, it FEELS. so please, think before you leap. the baby is innocent. do NOT kill such a precious thing because of your own mistakes.

Oink Oink

I look everywhere and I see my absolute favourite colour RED!

RED flowers

RED curtains

RED clothes

RED lanterns

RED angpow packets

how cool is that!

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And the best thing about CNY this year is my collection of red packets.

It's boost up in numbers compared to last year and it just feels so great!

More ka-ching to spend, more ka-ching to save, more ka-ching to do whatever I want with them and the best thing is (just like every cny), these were given to me for freeeee...

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DUIT PERCUMA wei!

And all I had to do was wish people Gong Xi Fa Cai.

This is the BEST thing about chinese new year....free money for nothing! Gaaa-gaaa-gaaa!

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However, this year was slightly different.

Instead of the usual reply to my wishes, this year, everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) replied with:

"Nah...last one arr, next year no more lah"

"Next year your turn to give lorr"

"First year must give double yah"

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No wonder my collection of angpows increased this year.

Everyone kesian me cause me gonna join the 'married' club so they pakat and give me duit simpati.

How can like that?

Next year married dy but I still younger mah, so can still take mah, no meh?

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I think I was somewhat emo this new years though cause it kept playing in my mind that everything I've done for cny since the day I was born till now will change from next year onwards.

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Last reunion dinner at mama and yehyeh's place

Last time for mummy and daddy to be wished by me first

Last chance for me to curi all the free food from home to give people when I go bai-lin

Next year I gotta buy the food myself....*sigh*...

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Hmmm...maybe I can curi Fatty's money instead and use it to buy stuff for bai-lin

I don't mean literally curi of course, just taking it from him without letting him know first lah

And if he finds out, he can't scold me cause afterall, I'll be Mrs. Fatty by then, and the stuff comes from Mr & Mrs Fatty, so he has a share in it as well.

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Oh GAAAAWD!
I can't believe I'm gonna be married by this time next year!

What if I loose all the people who admires me now? Not that I have any but I would like to believe that I still have many many many.

And then I would have to work even harder to maintain my physic for fear that Fatty might stray away and find himself a YOUNGER woman....*WAILS!!!*

Oh, the pressure of being married!

No wonder so many young women all look like they age 50 years right after their wedding.

Oh noooo, I don't want to look 50! Pleeeease...I'm not even 30 yet!

Oh gaaaaawd.....30....I'll be hitting the big 3-0 in 3 years......

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Okok...sorry....ter-digress...
Told you I'm emo...

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Valentines

Happy Valentines Day!

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the day for you to spend more money
on flowers and teddy bears that originally cost much much less

and squeezing with millions of other lovey-dovey couples

who are also spending more more money

on restaurants and diners

that magically conjures up 'Special Love Menus'

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suckers!

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i never believed in V day, never had, never will

*click for flashback*

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and i will never understand why in the world people feel that there should be only one day in a year that's special enough to take your loved one out for that expensive dinner, to buy her that expensive bouquet of flowers and to express that undying love and emotions.

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*femme rolls eyes*

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all day long today, i saw streams of bouquets being delivered to the office and the younger girls all giggling in delight.

i must admit, i was happy for them, envious even

but i think i would shrivel up in embarrassment if i were to receive one.

and then i noticed, people these days don't even deliver proper flower bouquets anymore.

the bouquets are all made up of soft toys on sticks and candies.

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who likes soft toys anyways!!!

and soft toys on

STICKS???!!!

that's just evil.

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anyways, Happy V Day, peeps, and for all those who are out there spending more money, well, i'm sure she (or he) is worth every penny.

FAT!

It is so damn. fucking. wrong when you answer the phone to this:

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Hey....how are you? Call me for what lah?

Eh, I happened to browse through Bel's Friendster page ya and she just uploaded new pictures.

You FAT ALREADY LAH!

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU! You just can't call up a girl and say that??!!! (fuck fuck fuck!)

No mah, just want to let you know lorr...

Gee...thanks a lot. I feel so much better about myself now.

No prob!

Fuck off lah. Bye.

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I just cannot imagine that he called me up just to tell me that on a freaking SATURDAY too!

So much for wanting to have a good weekend lah.

So much for feeling so good about myself lah.

So much for eating glorious food during CNY lah.

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He called just to say I'm fat.

FAT!

goddamnit!

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So while I was strutting around in my little bikini in Pangkor, everyone must be thinking, "Omg, what's that girl doing in a bikini? She's so fucking fat!"

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Or while I was on the podium doing my thang, people mus be looking at me weird and telling the bouncers, "Eh, get that fat bitch off there lah....the podium gonna collapse lah"

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And when I was running around with Pearlz on Friday evening looking for a new pair of shoes for her, "Earthquake! Earthquake!......Oh, it's just that fat thing there walking around"

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You know what? Fuckit!

So what if I'm fat and look terrible.

I still have a Fatty who loves for who I am (maybe cos he's fat too)

I can still fit into all my clothes (even if it takes me a little longer to button up)

I don't see extra flabs on my face (except fot that double chin)

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You know what?

FUCKIT!

i'mgoingonadiet!

In Her Shoes

....yeah, literally.
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these kindda things only happen with heels, like those super tinggi ones
and NOT with sneakers. i mean, aren't sneakers 'sport shoes'?
shoes to play sports with. therefore should be more reliable and compact.
NOT flappy.
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but somehow,

and only these things can happen to Pearlz,

her sports shoe was

literally

flappy!
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in fact, the entire rubber sole of her left shoe flapped off.
how it happened, i will never know and neither do i ever want to know.
and i pray with all my heart that this will never happen to me
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MamaYen and i had to rush a limping-laughing Pearlz to the nearest shoe shop to get her a new pair.
thank goodness we were in a shopping complex and not in the middle of some street.
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Tell Me I'm Seeing Spots
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Jojo: wah, look at all the biscuits! (picks up a jar)
Jojo: yummy....pineapple tarts
Femme: mmm....
Jojo: erm...che, am i seeing things or are there fungus? (proceeds to shove whole jar into my face)

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Femme: mmm....