I’m Bloody Talented

At procrastinating.
Knowing full well i suck badly at concentrating in the afternoon to write, i turned my attention to editing pics instead
Couldn’t help editing a picture from Rome for fun.
>_<

Supposed to teman QueenKanch to the wholesalers’ cos i need to buy hangers, but her group meeting is taking ages
Macam board meeting aje

I hand-washed my laundry in between my work today
Started at 2am last night

Daddy: Doing laundry at TWO AM.

He didn’t say it in a very surprised manner.
Would think he’s used to his crazy-timed daughter by now.

Me: Well. I have to start somewhere!

Was considering not putting this up :p
But then i thought, heck, i AM like that
And i do all my own laundry cos i’m too fussy and afraid that someone will ruin my clothes!

I spread them all out to divide them into coloured batches to be washed separately
Dahlah i wear damn alot of colours
But i divide them into designated patterns as well -_-
Patterned ones that might run, patterned ones that might not run, patterned ones that definitely won’t run.

To C&C

My batt was low so i called FaiTheMai from an unknown number

“Hi.”
“Hi, are you looking for Faizal?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, he’s just left his desk for a minute, could you call back in ten minutes?”
“Sure thing. Who’s this on the line please?”
“This is Ivor speaking.”
“OH. It’s you -_- Sound so different…”
“Who’s this?!”
“Joyce la.”
“Professional right?”
“Hmm, no lor… you sound like a nerd.”
“Bloody hell! Call me a..!!!”
“BYE!”

I cheekily hung up.
A few minutes later and i’m on the phone with the man i want to speak to

“Hee hee i said Ivor sounds like a nerd.”
“Yeah ha ha, he’s making alot of noise ha ha!”
“Anyway, what time are you going for the event tonight?”
“Why ar?”
“Cos my car is konk and i need a lift, if can la.”
“… guess what.”
“What…”
“You have to ask the nerd cos i’m not driving!” he laughed and passed the phone to Ivor

“Yes, what is it.” Ivor merajuk sial.
“Nothing… *tries not to laugh* Mmm what time are you going for the event later?”
“Why, you need a lift is it?”
I can just imagine him getting his own back now.
Cannot. CANNOT.
So i replied, “No la. I don’t take lifts from nerds.”
“What the…!!”

Eh. You shouldn’t curse so much in the office okay.
Be more professional.

Mama.

Taken years ago during Christmas
I got super fat there :p

“You’d better go see Mama before she flies back!” scolded Daddy
“Yeah, yeah, i know, i want to too, i willll” i promised

So i shot off to my uncle’s house after dinner at Finnegan’s to see my grannie
My Chinese is more fail then her English
So we converse in broken English much to her outward disapprovement
When worse comes to worst and we’re both on the verge of keeling over due to miscommunication, we revert to Malay
We did it most in London when there wasn’t anyone around to help translate

“My granddaughter! No speak Chinese!” she’d scold loudly
“Yes Mama,” i’d look up at the ceiling

She was watching Astro upstairs and turned the volume down to talk to me
Replying in broken English myself, she asked me about work, what time i leave, whether i drive now, and whether i was still seeing someone, anyone.
Haha…. great.

“You got boyfriend?”
“No Mama. No boyfriend.”
“Why? Why no boyfriend?”
“Don’t have la… single.”
“You…” she searched for the right words and resorted to one instead, “Throw! Throw!” making flinging gestures with her arms

I stifled my laughter. So cute.

“I don’t throw them away Mama!”
“Then why no boyfriend? You so beautiful.”
“Erm… ah… dowan la…”

Don’t know how to explain further already.

And then, i accidentally asked her whether she went to see a certain aunt, FORGETTING that she’d already passed away
I am sure to burn in Chinese hell man… 0_o

We ended up at the dining table downstairs, with Mr. Emergency Translator sitting in between us – Daddy
He heard us sputtering in our super fail conversation and turned to me, “Have to send you to Mandarin classes.” 

Me:

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Three years ago, I took my pony for a walk
*click*
A year ago, I met GarfieldChak
*click*

Screw The Editing

I know what makes me such a sporadic blogger in terms of pictures
I’m constantly lacking in time to edit them super nicely with fonts and crap like previously
And since everyone is doing it now, i lagi malas leh

Wait la. When i have tons of time!

Monday was Gen’s 30th Birthday at Somo

His mum looks friggin young.
Gen tried to cheat by taking away a candle or two.
I guess i’d be trying to cheat too when i hit the Three-Oh

MaryBerry and TL
Yup. His hand is on her thigh.
I cannot take these two canoodling anymore.

Tuesday was…

Murat and the rest went to great lengths to throw him a surprise party at his house
It was so sweet, his family decked the entire place up with balloons, cut-out party banners, caterers, the works!
It was *so* high school.
But if you’ve been out of high school for 12 years already, then it crosses past the Lame Line back to Utter Coolness.

Even his cake was an imitation of him on stage!
You can the 3-0 behind it too
What’s with this week and thirty?
I feel ultra young, i love it! *feels many older friends’ arms raising to smack fairy*

Moots with PapaMoots, MamaMoots and… hmm so weird to call his sister, SisMoots..!

Me all sticky from work. SmallSerena all sticky from work.
Dhanya all fresh. Bitch.

Pietro Felix is a cartoon.



I’m just purposely putting this picture up cos it’s one of my natural smiles captured by the camera instead of my usual Quite-Fake-Looking ones.

Don’t StephTheVolcano and Dhanya look like 6-year-olds eating cake.
Yes, they do.
Hence, no question mark at the end of that sentence cos it’s a statement.

Judging by the cards on SpankyCammy’s and my forehead, someone obviously doesn’t know how to shuffle properly -_-

Wednesday, i ran off to SevenAte9

Mike. I remember his name! Mwahaha…

Danielle so hawt. *pssttttt!!* (that’s supposed to be a sizzling sound. But spells out quite fail.)

The Relish bloke and his rainbow.
Correction, rainbowS. I see two.
Ooh… what does that mean what does that mean…?!

Seong, Richard + Gen
I REALLY like how Rich and Gen look in this picture.
Seong, i’m not so sure :p

Someone didn’t want to take a picture with me cos he didn’t want a drunk one of him up on my blog.

So i have the side of his head.



Dik Hau always cons me.

Thursday was the Martell Rising Personalities Awards at the Ritz




The dress code was ‘Dress For Success’
“What the heck is dress for success?” whined CherubicCho (HAHA!)
“Mmm… nekkid? Cos success might be getting laid.”

He didn’t take heed of my opinions on it.

“Eh really la, what the heck is that?”
“Maybe it’s lingo for smart casual…”
“What are you going to wear?”
“I don’t know yet… i always decide 10 minutes before i run out the door.”
“Eh how la… I don’t know what to wear…”
“… Oh my god, you’re stressing me out also ok…”

I *should* have called WhackyDaph to ask.
But no.
I thought it’s smart casual or something funky.
I thought i can easily pull it together in perfection like how i always do last minute, like an inborn skill.

So i wore a really funky short dress.
And walked in the ballroom to see almost every female in either a black, or equally formal dress.

0_o……..

You would’ve thought by now that after month after month after month after month after month of going to countless events with the strangest to the most cliche dress codes, i should be pandai in knowing what to wear.
But noooo… stoopid fairy.
>_<

CherubicCho and Stoopid Fairy

WhackyDaph + GiantRyan

WhackyDaph got presented one of the Awards too!
She was fretting that she didn’t prepare a speech cos she was so busy with her emceeing notes,
But she went up there and babbled fantastically as if she’d prepared it beforehand.
No wonder she’s a host -_-

Mas, Mui + Ida

Hee hee Bass Agents were awarded too!
So much for POB and the ‘no high so’ thing 
Imagine him in a jacket eating like an elegant bear.

Chrissie has an awesome new tattoo… jeles.

Before.

After.

Everyone wanted to go home after that much to CC’s and my disappointment.
So we hopped off to 101 East for champagne.

CheekyChoo, Aileen, moi.

Then 101 closed at 12:45 am so we had to leave

We both sat in the car and stared at the time.
“So early… where shall we go now?”
“HA! That’s exactly what *i* was thinking! Now i know why we’re friends.”

No prizes guessing where we went then.
No where else to go la.
Sien.  >_<

Sert

TerenceC


I Must Be Sick.

“I just had coke,” i semi-yelled into Aileen’s ear
“What? When?” Her face a merge between surprise and shock.
When? What do you mean when… now la -_-
I stared at the jug of Coke next to us on the marble table at Velvet
It suddenly hit me what she thought i was referring to
And betulkan-ed the situation

“Eh, i meant Coke… as in Coca Cola..?”
“OH.”

I just couldn’t drink last night.
Sure, i had some wine in Laundry earlier on, but every time i lifted my glass of whiskey or beer to my lips, i’d gag inwardly
So strange
I was physically recoiling from alcohol!

I was damn hyper anyway – dancing, chatting, jumping on people – so i definitely didn’t need it.

In the end i got bored. MadcapperSa and gang had left for Atrium and i was supposed to meet up with some others later. So i went outside Zouk, and perched myself on the tiang there, people-watching. DikHau belanja-ed me a hot dog. Then i went home. End.

Because It’s None Of My Business

A guy friend dragged me to a new bar in town.
In the city, but out of eyesight.
Three weeks old.
He claimed i was sure to know half the people there ‘because you know everyone.’
I said, “Don’t be stupid la, i don’t.”
And i was right.
I didn’t know a SINGLE person there.

I made friends and we figured out some others we had in common.
Conversation flowed.

Oh you know ——– too!
Yeah, we always hang out at ——–
Hey dude, did you know —— is going out with ——-?
Yeah i know, and he cheats on her all the time too.
…

My ears perked up.
What?
No.
But they’re so loving all the time!

Really? They looked like they were joined at the hips man.
Yeah, he does it all the time.

My heart clutched a tad.
Feeling sorry and the need to tell my girl friend about it.
But after ten seconds i decided i’d keep my mouth shut.

Why?

Because it’s none of my business.
Because i wasn’t meant to hear whatever was said anyway.
Because i have no proof and don’t know for sure whether they were rumour-mongering
Because i’m not going to make a couple fight just because of ‘something someone said in KL’.

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Last Night

I really fancy P.Diddy’s new song, it’s so sexy!
Conjures up images of gyrating hips immediately

Malik of Tonic Events extended an invite so i said i’d go

He said the dress code was red.
I figured my hair was red enough so i merely carried a red bag and trotted about in red shoes.

SmallSerena emceed, check out the super long hair extensions they made the models and her wear!
She looks like she’s gonna kick some butt.

Can you glide like a model?

Maybe you can try grinning like a model. As exemplified by AzwinAndy above.
So fail la the picture. Looks like a girl.

John Leong, Pietro Felix (met my Daddy hee hee), Sarah Tan, Ahwin Andy, me, Hani Kausar
So weird, first time i’m typing everyone’s full name.
Because for once i can remember them all!

Haris Ismail twirled me grand at the BMW event.
Daniel Tan lost so much weight, his face is smaller then mine.

Adrian Loh

We dropped by Laundry for the after party, but i ran off pretty quick cos i wanted to drive to TAG to party there instead

Dragged Mikey to drink there and he said that it’s really different from the other places he’s been to in KL – “… like they all stand around looking rich and drinking.”
I said,  “Well, you have those places, you have the places where people go to pop and dance, and you have the places where people just want to drink, dance and have fun. I belong here!”

He stared at the eclectic scope of people around us.
Street punk. Flash rock. Green blue red. Fedoras, ties, in playful mode.
And said in Toronto, they’d be called hipster.
I said no one really described anything as hipster here.
With the exception of pants, perhaps.

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