The Sage, the Gardens.

Thanks. That's great. =) Haha.

'Show him the fast version'

Drinking alcohol supposed to help me sleep, instead, I am feeling more awake. I wonder why. Hmm...

Working is torturing, especially when the work is monotonous, which makes working worse. Is it just me, or Saturdays and Sundays are just short. or time passes faster on weekends. Ewww, it sucks.

Went out with Marianne and Rachel just now. and we watched "Date Night" together at my place. Haha, it's kinda weird though, watching movies with friends some how managed to make the movie funnier, maybe it's just me.

Ren is back from Melbourne. Finally get to see her again after 3 months. Haha. Aw, how much I miss studying. I can't believe i am saying this, but i miss the stress (which i probably shall regret saying this). I rather study than work. I used to think working's fun, how naive i was.

Oh, acne is invading my face again and I have no idea why. Grrrrrr. GO away.

It's already 3 and i shall head off to bed. Night.

Amnesia

Gosh, I am starting to forget things. This is not cool. Not cool at all due to too much of Family Guy and Super Mario Galaxy. Laptop and Wii are my best friends currently, I spend at least 8 hours a day with them. Yay!

Know what, since 'kennysia.com' is no longer on my favourite list, I COULDN'T REMEMBER the BLOG's NAME! I thought it starts with a 'B' instead of 'K', names like 'bryan', ... well, no more.

I thought it was bryan sth, dont ask me why, probably because its background is BLUE which starts with a 'B', obviously.

ha, silly me.

oh, and Michael Buble is going to Melbourne in February 2011, Booyah!

Frustration

AFTER forcing a few of my friends commenting on my posts, i can finally see some readership in my blog, that makes me happy for a while. Ha, shallow me.

I did a wrong move and 'Checkmate', I've lost. Urgh. I rather being worried about exams than being in my situation now. FML. and i mean it, it sucks.

Simply nimble.

Going through my previous posts, i realized most of my posts sounded quite sad. I am going to write something happy today.

Went to fiona's blog, it's so good that makes mine look bad, so, dear readers (if i do have any), please do not go there straight after reading my post, i just put her link there out of courtesy.

As Fiona mentioned in her blog, something about focus. I didn't even bother to finish reading that particular paragraph bout long tail or short tail something. well, it's too complicated to me. I think she did write something like a good blog focuses on something, which mine doesn't.'I think it’s important to focus on a particular topic when blogging, especially now that we’re in the era of “the long tail".'(Graphic Novels Are My Friends, Fiona Ren). It's just me shouting random thoughts that come across my mind out without even care about readership (that's not entirely true). So I shall focus on something. Focus on my hobby...

I love cooking, I like creating food that makes people happy. Just by looking at one's satisfied face after having what i made put a smile on my face. Just one 'yum' will be suffice to send me floating on the air.

I love preparing breakfast and finger food, especially finger food, I use anything i can find in the fridge and 'Bibidi Bobidi BUU!', they always turn out being nice. This is what i made yesterday: -



Currently listening to 'cry me out' by Pixie Lott. Thanks to Lim Reugene.

Devastate

It's been a month since i got the news, I was overwhelmed, and not a single bit of feeling of defeat leave me, in fact it's still tormenting me everyday. It's so hard to let it go, though i know i have to. It's just too hard.

I pray for miracle but it never happens. 'It's time to give up, stop thinking about it and move on,' I tell myself everyday.

Please, all i am asking is a trifle, just an an email will do. Sigh, lady luck i need you, need you bad.

My hair again.

This seems to be like a hair blog. I always complain about my hair here. Peeps, who are reading this, please do send some condolences to me. My hair looks like shit. The hairstylist misunderstood what i meant and bi ba di ba be di Boo! I have no hair!

I went down to the living room just now, and i saw my brother's baby picture, and his hair looks exactly like mine. HA, very funny. URGH! i want to cry. i hate myself. I always make stupid decision, not once, not twice, not thrice. ALWAYS! i suck. FML.

Urgh...

It sucks to not get what you want, huh?! Sigh...

A Simply Delicious Saturday Night

Everyone seemed to be quite busy yesterday, but look, it's a Saturday, who stays at home on a wonderful Saturday. Though i do some time. Ha! So, being desperate, i asked wen and may to go out with me. It's supposed to be lunch at 2 something, then i received a message from may telling that she wont be free until 5..........................

We ended up having dinner at 8.30pm at Fish & Co, Bangsar Village.



I had grilled fish and chips, May had fried fish and rice and Wen had friend calamari with rice.

Oh, by the way, May was late because she went to have lunch with Debbie Goh, a local celebrity, if you're wondering who she is, search on google, not gonna post her picture here. Too lazy. Oops.

A meal doesn't consider complete without a dessert, so we went to...



Delicious for desserts. Yum. We were so scared that it's gonna close as the we finished out dinner at 9.45. (We actually wanted to stay longer, but they people in Fish & Co. started cleaning up.)

These are what we ordered,



I didn't see Pavlova on display, i almost wanted to scream, i had been craving for pavlova for so long. However, THEY HAD IT! i don't know why, but they did have it. Usually if I don't it on display means it's gone out of stock. phew. Yesterday was indeed a lucky day.



It's a really fun day. We had so much fun talking. Talking about everything. Ah. We left at about 12 o'clock.

Well, i guess that's all. This post is full of collages, cause i felt like trying Picasa out.

By the way, people, can you please at least write something on the cbox, so that i feel that i have readership. Thanks. =)

Dawdle.

I am wasting time here.

Cafe Coffee.

It's already 2.40 in the morning, and i am blogging(i chose blogging over Percy Jackson). Thanks to the coffee i had just now. Congratulation, caffeine.

Yes, it's pretty stupid to go for coffee on a sunday night as my friends need to wake up early, yeah, all of them apart from me.

It wasn't the initial plan, the plan was to go to Dessert's Bar. I was the first to reach, and the shop had nothing but darkness. I thought i was at the wrong place as i hadn't been there since erm, i don't remember when. But that's not important, let's just skip that part. I made a U-turn to make sure that the place was the right place, I drove so slowly that I got a loud 'honk' after a while. Some people just need to learn to be patient.

I waited for my friends and we ended up going to Cafe Coffee which is at Solaris, Mont Kiara. It's the only place there's packed, that's one of the reasons we chose that place. Going into the cafe, reminded me how long i haven't had coffee (exclude the instant one i had in the afternoon.) I ordered a 'Caramel latte mocha', if that's what it's called and a blueberry muffin. Andy and Suit May both ordered 'Caramel Latte'.



I find my caramel latte mocha abit too sweet and chocolaty so i exchanged it with Suit may as she found her chunks of 'don't know what' in the drink that disgust her. It's meant to be chunky i supposed since Andy's caramel latte had the same problem. The blueberry muffin wasn't as nice as it looks, it's quite dry, quite disappointing. I miss muffins and coffee in Melbourne. Urgh.
Despite the 'will-cause-you-diabetes' drinks, it's really nice talking to old high school mates, it's great to reminisce. Oh, how much i miss Stella Maris.


Suit May and I


Andy and Kok Fei

Ritchie, suit may's boyfriend joined us after a while, but his presence didn't really stop us from talking about high school. Poor guy. Of course, suit may left our conversation for richie which was very understandable. But i didn't take long for Ritchie to join in, though the only things he did was listening and laughing.


Suit May and Ritchie


Before i continue my story, i need some help here. i have difficulty uploading pictures, all i see is just symbols that i don't even understand. So, whoever knows the proper way to upload pictures, please do help. and how do i put captions for the pictures, they're all over the place. This sucks. I hate being unorganized.

Ok, where was i, oh, ritchie came and we talked. We took loads of random pictures, and Kok fei took a picture that reminded me of Lady Gaga somehow, so i did this to the picture. Not professional at all, but I had fun doing it. Ha!


Fei's poster

I have to say, i am pretty proud of it. For a 20 mins work, i think i deserve a pat on the back.

This's the mess we left behind.



Poor people. Sorry.

Here i am.

I am almost getting used to being parasite. Literally. (Parasite: a person who habitually relies on or exploits others and gives nothing in return). Exactly like what's written apart from the gives nothing in return part. I do wash my car once in a while and clean dishes after dinner, but that's all. I shall emphasis on the word 'almost'.

I miss studying. Can't believe i am saying that but yeah, i do miss studying. Having long holiday is not as fun as i thought, so contradicting, when you're busy, all you wish is just to lie on the couch and munch some chips; when you are extremely free like i am now, you wish you were busy, as busy as one can be. Sigh. I feel plain useless.

So i've decided to bring this blog to life again. Have to do some changes, here and there. Reading blogs always gives me the urge to blog, but when i start typing, 'delete/backspace' become my new best friends. This time's for real.

I miss going to starbucks to read and end up talking crap and making contracts. I miss going to Mcdonalds just for a RM1.05 sundae cone( I still do that, alone of course.) I miss going for random tea. I miss playing mahjong until the next morning. I miss going for classes together. I miss going for coffee and muffin. I miss my friends.

I am waiting for replies. Reply from uni, reply for my job. I hate waiting, the Person up there is testing my patience, but I know for certain that i am gonna fail. I check my phone everyday, wait for a call from the HR department. I go to gmail so often that i lost count on how many times i click on it in a day, hoping that i get a reply from uni. Ha, but disappointment everyday.

Well, at least now i've found something for myself to do, or should i say Sue Wen found it for me, as i went to her blog an hour ago, ah yes, she has resurrected her blog, ha! so i got inspired.

So, dear blog, here i am again, i don't know when i am going to stop blogging, but at this very moment, the urge is still burning inside me.

Stay tune, folks.

Obstinacy, that's how i call it.

12.00 pm- Mom told me that she's going to dye her hair today, asked me to follow her to Aunty Winnie's saloon and told me that i could finally dye my hair the colour i always wanted-blue ( I wanted to dye it months ago, mom asked me to dye at Aunty Winnie's saloon). Ha! Finally, I punched the air in glee.

1.30 pm- After having 'dim sum' with my mom, yes, the time has come, we were right in front of Aunty Winnie's saloon. I have to admit, I was pretty excited, maybe a bit too excited I would say. After entering the saloon, oh, great, it's pretty empty today. My heart started beating already. I simply couldn't hide it as I kept smiling like an idiot. After sitting down, my mom told her hairdresser that she wanted to dye her hair, after a short conversation, she told them that I want to dye my hair blue. 'Ha, yes. Blue colour, come to papa,' my happy thought was interrupted by a very familiar voice, 'Blue, it can't even be seen, unless you want to bleach it,' said the hairdresser. ' Yeah, see Yang, I told you, no point dying blue, it's not nice, you want to dye something else?' 'No, I want it blue.' I whispered to my mom hoping that the hairdresser couldn't hear. Ha! ' But they are professional and they said blue wont look good,' after a short silence, 'no, i want it blue,' I spoke as softly as possible attempting not to let anyone hear what I just said. This conversation didn't last long, I gave up after a while, I can never defeat my mom in this, she's way too good after practicing with 3 children for all these years, there's no way I can beat her, I have no one to practice with. Unfair.

2.00 pm- I was so angry that I started messaging Fiona, Wanny, Jean and my bro telling them how unfair it is, 'it's my hair!' 'i don't care if it's ugly. 'I want it BLUE!' 'Mom always controls me' Similar sentences were sent to 4 of them, my bro won in this one, he got a 5 pages long sms. Beat that!

2.30 pm- After not talking to Mommy for 30 minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. Especially seeing my mom dying her hair while my hair left untouched. I went down to the car, lock myself in and start shouting like a kid, and my eyes got teary. Shit, now I am hoping that nobody saw me doing that. SHIT! ah well, then i called my mom, told her that I was in the car waiting for her. She came down, then we left. (We talked in the car, the cold war's over, and once again, I lost. I hate losing. PFFT!)

3.30 pm- Confronted my mom telling her that I want it blue and want it NOW! it's my hair. And finally, she let me. So before she could change her mind, I rushed to Jay's.

4.00 pm- Blue black they call it. They told me the same thing, that colour is obscure. But i couldn't be bothered because guess what?! I want it blue!! ha! so blue it is.

5. 46 pm- After washing my hair thrice, colouring and treatment were finally done. YES, my hair is BLUE! then i looked into the mirror, seeing myself with black hair, i strained my eyes so hard that i could finally see some blue on it. Ha, that's when the guilt start blending in. 'I should have listened to mommy, I wasted my money on black which i could just dye at home with only 30 ringgit.' kept telling myself that. Ah well...

6.41 pm- Now, here I am, going to finish this post and the feeling is still running in me. Plus, my hair is still black, maybe a little blue if you strain your eyes hard enough. Did i dye the wrong colour? i don't think so. I still look the same. Did i do the wrong thing? I certainly did. Damn!