Feeling a tad depressed today. Not particularly today. Just right about now. I don’t know why though. It can’t be pms cos I just got that over with. Darn girly hormones. I’m having that fucked up feeling of down-ness. Where my heart goes into twists and my eyes tear and sighs escape my body. Sudden surprises (like talking to yish and dave online) pick me up for a second. Than the feeling is gone just as sudden as it came. There it goes again. My heart hurting. WHY? Nothing is wrong. Humans are strange. Wait. Perhaps it is I that is strange.
I had lunch with Kok Yew in Yoshinoya. I had lunch with Ashley in Ekachai. I was surveying the drinks menu in Ekachai. And was absolutely delighted to find that the wine there costs rm 9 a glass. Holy cow. 9 ringgit! I only know of two decent eating places with wine that cheap. Plus today’s was nice, smooth, dry wine. Yes. Me likee dry wine. Red please.
Halfway drinking it, i exclaimed loudly because i suddenly remembered this deal Aaron made with me. He said he’ll buy me a bottle of red and a wine glass to go with it if i clean my room. AS LONG as i don’t have any wine before than. I thought that would be fine cos there’s always other sorts of alcohol to occupy me… Yes it’s practically bribery. Yes my room is that bad.
Anyway. I feel like showing off. Because i can draw well. And what’s the point if i don’t show off once in a while.
This was done in pencil and i photoshoped the sides off.
This a photo i took to use for a concept i had concerning fresh meat. Yes it’s all nice and bloody. No it has absolutely nothing to do with the artwork above. I’m just being random. My mother wasn’t particulary pleased i was playing around with her raw food in the kitchen.
La di da… i’m back home again after my weekend gallavanting… I had this fantasticallyfunnilicious conversation with Lisa in Atmos concerning men. And their packages. hA, that made you sit up, didn’t it! Anyway, the presence of vodka ribena made it all the funnier. We were trying to decide which was more important: Massive size without skill. Or. Skill with total lack in size. In the end, we just screwed the whole thing and drank to both. Oh yea, we *did* decide skill was more important in the end.
Damn. Alotta funny things happened over the weekend but i can’t remember now.
We celebrated Dinesh’s Birthday in Atmos on Friday night. I popped into Passion for awhile to see some friends up from S’pore. For the first time, i didn’t have to queue up outside. yAY. They bought me Malibu there. Double yay!
Godammit. I’ve been trying to dl ‘Chicks On Speed’ for damn long and it keeps on getting ‘remotely queued’. ARGH.
Mary’s bag got snatched from her in Bangsar on friday night. Typical snatch theft scenario: Two guys on bike. One gets off bike, with parang pointing at victim. Snatches bag. Runs. Tada. Luciky Mary is fine. The incident got some of us talking bout previous snatch incidents where the victims either got injured or passed away.
Then there was the one about the girl who got paralysed from the waist down. (Her story was in the Malay Mail). At the time of the incident, she had a fiance. Please note: i wrote ‘had’. After proclaiming to reporters he would continue his love and marriage to her, he broke it off after a few months. Of course i can understand his need for sex, the difficulty of having a spouse who is now physically challenged, and the emotional stress bla bla bla. BUT. What about her?! Having to deal with the fact you can never ever walk for the rest of your life. And then to know that the person you thought would love you for better or worse… doesn’t. Fucking hell. Reality bites.
I can only think of one person who might stay in love me if i lost my ability to walk. And even so, i say ‘might‘. Cos you can never be sure…
Christ… Chicks on Speed are kinda urm strange.
MaryLisaAdel and i went to Bangsar on Sunday afternoon for threading. Adel got a bikini wax and we watched. We flinched when she did. And we exclaimed in pain though she didn’t. ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch I have never got my eyebrows threaded before, i had somehow just stuck to plucking. Well. I tried it just now. The area around my eyebrows got the most gawd-awful swelling and went red as mars. Yes yes, my eyebrows are pretty. But then i looked like mosquitoes love to bite *only* around my eyebrows.
Joyce doesn’t smoke. I understand if you’re already addicted. In fact, i am tolerant and accepting of people who are addicted. Joyce doesn’t smoke. But the smokers i abSOLUTELY loathe are those who poser smoke. You know, the kind who aren’t addicted to nicotine at all, yet they smoke because they will then instantly look oh-so-cool. And the only time they’d light up is when there are other smokers around them. Joyce doesn’t smoke. This usually applies to people who just started college (or some other new terrifying stage in their life). Come ON. There are so many other ways you can deal with stress or whatever else you come up with.
I had an eventful Thursday. I had class from 2-4 pm. Some of us presented our website designs today.
I have friend called Fizah. I couldn’t help staring at her horns and tail *especially* whilst she was presenting.
This is us.
AishahFizahMe were ‘trying’ to study for a test on ‘Business Management for Designers’ after lunch. I managed to get some facts into my head. While Fizah and Aishah plotted the seating position so they could copy me 😉
The test was really easy. We all took 15 minutes to complete it. I can’t believe my dad is paying for a class like this. I don’t feel like i’m learning anything from this class.
Three people asked me today whether i was wearing a wig. Perhaps it’s cos i had washed my hair just before coming out and it was all super straight and thick. Some idiot even pulled my hair to check! *grrr*
I met up with Big Ben for a movie after that. I kinda forgot that Aaron had wanted to watch it with me too:-
“Eh. I thought you’re supposed to watch with me?” “Is it… erm…. oh sorry….” “Nevermind la. I’ll go and watch with another girl” “Okay la :p” *silence on phone as i think* “Eh… since i’m going to watch with Big Ben, than you gotta go watch with someone like ‘Big Jane’ la.” “Irrelevant….!” “I don’t see why…”
I had a funnyful time with Big Ben as usual. He bought me a hot dog. With too little mustard. Joyce likes mustard.
Doesn’t he look handsome? He’s got l337 new glasses too. I popped over to Bar Amber to see a friend who is up from S’pore for a couple of days. Had some chitty-chat till 2 am before my damn contact lenses started bugging the hell out of my eyes.
I have exactly 2 hours to finish my Advertising campaign work. And yet… i’m doing what i do best when i have work to do… Avoiding it! I get semangat and do it eventually but before that i manage to distract myself by
blogging drinking malibu watching reruns of sex and the city chatting online going out in the wee hours to the mamak remembering something i wanted to read and spending even MORE time looking for it making cards writing search for food in the fridge you get the picture
I haven’t been this pooped in ages. I went for a cosmetic kinda survey thing just now. The kind where they pay you 50 bucks and milk you for all your opinion’s worth on whatever they want to question you on. In my case, it was concerning make-up. Very my topic. I feel they got their money’s worth.
I went for work after that. Promoting the World Electronic Games. Very not my topic. But hey, they want to pay 100 bucks for a pretty girl (this is where *i* come in) to give out flyers.
So taDA! Everyone is happy…
Randomness: I finally bought my fairy baby-t today! It stormed. Luckily there was no laundry of mine outside. Big Ben still doesn’t fancy my fringe. My Daddy is back from his business trip. I love my daddy. I have a pimple in the middle of my forehead. It can look like a bindi if you cross your eyes. I got yet another testimonial on friendster concerning alcohol. Hrmm… so is the one before that..
At last. Pics of our night at Zouk for Ferry Corsten *pants*
