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!