Making of a commercial

Someone sent me this the other day. Helped relieve the exam stress a little. And all you advertising people, let's all join hands because we all know it's true.

*fidget fidget*

With the exams just around the corner, I'm starting to feel more than edgy.

I fidget so much that I don't think it's possible for my chair to ever get warm.

While I've not launched into a full panic attack mode yet, I don't quite like what I'm feeling now.

*sigh*

Hidup seorang mahasiswi.

EMO!!!!11ONEone

Of course lah emo. Just found out that exams are in exactly 7 days, and not 9 days as I had happily been counting down. Tiu.

No longer a Thai Club virgin

I've never stepped foot in Thai Club until last night.

And let me tell you, I might never go back there again.

Kan I budak baik, tak pergi clubbing.
*I'm a decent girl, I don't go clubbing.

So, anyway.

Thai Club.

I think it's a place built for Ah Bengs with turned up collars and imitation Italian shoes. That are so shiny they're almost reflective.

It's also for foreign white men who want to get their hands on our post surgery women and ladyboys . READ: Cheapskate foreign white men who want someone else to warm up their hotel beds for them.

There was this woman. She had such a bad nose job that I swear I'd rather die than traumatize anyone looking like that.

See, I'm not being subjective by saying she had a bad nose job. Ask Emily and Sharon. They'll say the same thing. No Chinese woman would have a nose that looks exactly like the one MJ has after his numerous reconstructions.

Wait. Screw that.

No human being would have an MJ nose without surgery.

So, yeah, this woman with the nose job, she was all over this white man, and she was pressing herself against him and smiling like a demure Asian woman would.

Now, this white man. I reckon that he's not all that popular with the ladies back home, wherever he came from. He looked like the kind of guy that got beaten up regularly in high school.

Right behind our table, was this couple.

The guy looked a little younger than my dad. Surly. I'm assuming he's about 40.

Seated right beside him, is a ladyboy who had one hand dangerously close to his nether regions.

I'm not sure if her surgery is 100% complete, but she still looked extremely manly to me.

The people seated on our left, they kept trying to hit on the girls in our group. And, no lah, we're not interested in Ah Bengs, ohkay? Besides, I'm sure conversations between us won't last 3 seconds.

Sharon had to share her crown with another girl who occupied the table right in front of ours with her group of very rowdy friends.

This girl, she was extremely friendly with everyone. I don't know how much she had to drink, but she almost kissed me on my mouth when I was only about to shake her hand to wish her a polite birthday greeting.

I would've loved people-watching the entire night, but I had to pretend to be slightly drunk and swaying my non-existent hips to the crappy music they were churning out. The ladyboy caught me stealing glances at her and I was afraid that she might just come over to beat me up.

Since I couldn't turn around anymore, I had to limit my scope to only 180 degrees. That's when I caught the nose job woman staring daggers at me. Apparently, the white man was subtly trying to gain my attention with her hanging on his arm.

Sigh.

Only 90 degrees left now.

Due to dangers that might lead to horrible catfights, my scope of vision for the entire night was limited to watching 2 Ah Bengs and 1 Ah Lian do the Melbourne Shuffle to YMCA.

Yay to Thai Club.

Oh, I'm sure the white man scored that night because I saw the woman with the nose job getting into a taxi with him when we left.

CNY 2006 Penang Road Trip Pt. 7

Emily goes parasailing. I didn't get a video of myself cos Emily didn't know how to use the video mode on my camera. Phbbt.

Lancer teases Monster

My Little Monster was teased by a sleek looking champagne colored Lancer on the road.

All the way from Puchong right up till USJ.

I should have listened to my mum when she insisted I switched back to a stock exhaust pipe.

But, no. I had to use that Milo tin on the road. Tsk.

Unwanted attention.

The guy in the Lancer was good looking, though =)

And I saw him glancing at his rearview mirror a few times when he was teasing my Little Monster to get closer to his Lancer =)

Is good looking. Is many good.

*sprinkles confetti at you*

OMG 3 DOWN~

Yay~

Only about...*counts fingers slowly*...

Many more to go.

Sigh.

A quick note to all

Who says I don't eat?

For the last time, all you jealous-of-skinny-people skeptics.

I am not anorexic.

I am just naturally skinny.

And if me making fat jokes is rude, well, you making skinny jokes isn't that much better.

For your information, I do eat.

Probably more often than you do. And in larger portions.

Don't hate me for my high metabolism rate. Know that my heart has to work a lot harder than yours to help me stay this size. Know that because my heart works a lot harder than yours, I'm more likely to die a whole lot earlier than you.

I like eating rubbish like the super thick toast they have in Kim Gary. With lots of sweetened condensed milk/peanut butter/margarine.

This is a horrible, sickly picture, I know. But it was only because I was dumped the night before. I swear. At least I was still eating.

See, I can usually finish off one whole pizza by myself. Only if it's for lunch or dinner. With a serving of pasta.

I'm not often that barbaric. I just like to look ugly for the camera. At least I didn't chew and gape.

The best nasi lemak is always served wrapped in a banana leaf. And it must not cost more than two bucks. Or it wouldn't taste as good anymore.

So yes, I do eat.

And look at the trouble I go to just to prove to you that I have no intentions of starving myself to death.

I hope you're really happy now.

I did it my way

***WARNING EMO POST AHEAD***

For all the times I wondered what God's plans for me are, it came to me today why He did what He did.

You came into my life as suddenly as you had left, it seemed. Why, why, why God chose to make you walk in, I never understood.

Until today.

Reasons, reasons. Reasons that I could not see. Reasons that made me angry. Reasons that made me cry.

Reasons that were meant to make me a better person.

You came to me when I was down. You came along and drew me out of that shell I sought refuge in. You came and told me things about myself I never knew. You came and taught me to live for now. You came and showed me that it's never wrong to dream. You came and made me love myself a lot more than I did.

So many, so many things I learned from you. So many.

And today I saw exactly what God had intended for me. The plans that had been carefully laid out. The path that he had paved for me to walk on.

I take comfort in knowing that God had sent you to save me when I couldn't save myself.

I take comfort in knowing that you helped shape me into what I am today. Here, still standing.

I take comfort in knowing that no one else will ever come close to what you did for me.

And I take comfort in knowing that it is only I, the one who was once broken and lost, who will love you the way I do. In a way that no one will ever understand.

Fishing

I finally finished reading Finding Fish by Antwone Quenton Fisher last night.

It took me 2 months on and off.

There are times when I forget that it was not a mere story I was reading.

Sometimes, I forget that it is an autobiography, a poignant tale written by a man who lives many, many miles away from me.

But that man, who survived years of abuse and hardship, is as real as you and I.

The writer reminds me that I came from somewhere, even if I felt lost at times. That someone out there taught me to fish, so that I will never go hungry again.

Even if I never get to meet you in this lifetime, I'd like you to know that you have inspired me, Mr Fisher.

Thank you.

CNY 2006 Penang Road Trip Pt. 6

I miss the sunshine and the lazing around so much.

*cries*

This is not a mistake I assure you. It's the sky. Blue. Untouched. I like.

It was a really beautiful day. I swear. And lots of sights to see.

I could see Emily grinning at me like the buffoon she is.

All this. I saw. From here.

Happy Birthday Sayang~ Pt. 3

Because I need to post this up but I'm still freaking lazy to edit the pictures properly, I did a half-assed job and posted them up anyway.

We had the do at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng in SS2.

Just to prove that it's his birthday that day so he can be eligible to get the big bucket of iced tea.

See how much he loves his iced tea? See? See?

Well, not anymore after we forced him to down it. Watch the video in the previous entry.

Sayang + Sayang <3

Because we all love him and call him sayang, we have to let the whole world know it, too.

He was absolutely in love with the present Quant got him. Some anime thing.

And the attendees are all here. Except for Wei Ling who jumped at the chance to be behind the camera.

I'll include a video for the fact that I have one and that it's free to upload it here. I like lah. My blog what.

Happy Birthday Sayang~ Pt.2

Because I'm still too lazy to edit pictures.



Kids, don't try this at home.

Thank you

Thank you for drink, the smokes, the talk, the hug.

Thank you for the rescue mission.

Thank you for noticing that the perky kid you met last year have grown up.

Thank you for still being there for me.

Thank you.

Happy Birthday Sayang~

Location: Wong Kok Char Chan Teng SS2
Attendees: Wei Ling, Quant, Sai Yik, Suet Yee, Nicholas, Joy and Wai Yip
Occasion: Wai Yip's 23rd birthday



PS Pictures will be in later after some massive Photoshopping

This is how I feel today

pen·sive (pnsv)
adj.

1. Deeply, often wistfully or dreamily thoughtful.
2. Suggestive or expressive of melancholy thoughtfulness.

The final batch of pictures from the World Cup outing

Honestly, I'm sick of putting them up part by part.

.....

Alright, I'll admit I'm just lazy.

So here's the final part.

See there wasn't much to do at the launch/unveiling/glitzy media do. So we had to do stuff to keep ourselves entertained.

And there we all are, with our plastic smiles and 2 seconds with the Cup. I'll have you know that we're shooed unceremoniously off the stage after this shot.

We both know

"Sometimes, I worry about you," I said softly.

"I worry about myself, too," you said to me. "But you and I both know the person I am."

I felt my lips form a smile, not quite upturned. "I know," I said to you.

My Confession - A Picture Diary

Call it a sequel to Drown with Me.

Call it a re-edit.

Call it anything.

But here's the video.

And I'm damn proud that it travelled to India for a film festival.

*goes round group hugging with Mien, John Goh, Clarice, James, Tao, Chino, James' mum, Philip, Shabnam and everyone else in between*

CNY 2006 Penang Road Trip Pt. 5

Because I miss the sunshine. Because I miss the company. Because I miss us.

Stories for my mother

I met this boy from Botswana in my class 2 days ago.

Nice chap, soft spoken. And I decided that I like him already.

We were having a conversation with Mien today. About most things taboo.

Mien and I voiced our disgust at the young once-couple that was fined for "indecency" in KLCC park last year. They were hugging.

Then the boy said softly, "I had a friend who was beaten up for it."

Stunned, I asked, "Beaten up for what?"

"For hugging his girlfriend."

Silence.

"By who?" I asked.

"These 2 security guards at his place," he said with a somewhat wistful smile.

I blinked a couple of times. I tried to digest what I just heard.

But I couldn't.

"So did he make a police report?"

He shook his head. "He didn't want any trouble."

Right that instant, I wanted to apologize for his friend's trauma, for the no-hugging-and-kissing-in-public laws, for simply being Malaysian.

Damage was done.

Because an African boy who was hugging his girlfriend was beaten up by 2 Malaysian security guards who wanted to play God and punish those who are indecent, those who are wrong.

I wonder what stories the African boy will have to write home about.

Herd mentality irritates me

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. The day after.

Always.

Now do you get the point?

Happy Birthday Edwin~

Don't kill me lah ohkay? I thought it was cool that you were enjoying CNY songs after shoot =)

Curly Luke

When I first met Luke, I was a little smitten with his friendly demeanour.

He was by far one of the easiest talents to work with. And he had never once complained about the insane working hours.

That was almost 2 years ago.

I met Luke again yesterday at Imaginex where I was due for a recording session.

I couldn't recognize him. Until Mei pointed him out to me.

And then it dawned upon me why those blond curls that were stuffed under a cap were so familiar. And those startling blue eyes, cheeky as ever.

"Hello," Luke greeted me as I sank into the couch next to him outside the pantry area.

The corners of his eyes crinkled and those blue eyes of his smiled at me before his mouth turned upwards.

I had to smile back.

He had the face of a boy so mischievous, yet it is impossible to even come close to being angry with him. Perhaps it's the way his eyes twinkle and the way they invite you to be part of the big secret, whatever it may be.

I should also mention that Luke is Australian and in his 30's. And, oh yes. He's married with a child, too.

Later in the day, I discovered that Luke is the musician behind the commercial I was working on. That would probably explain why he was settled in the plush couch in the studio.

When the music was played, I watched Luke bounce in his seat like a very excited little boy. He was singing along with his eyes closed and his blond curls were wilder than ever.

I tried to suppress my giggles.

It was over in 30 seconds.

I loved it.

So did Virginia. And Mei. And Choy and Riza and Zaid.

It had a campy feel and it was so young, so cheerful, that we all had smiles plastered on our faces a long time after we had listened to the music.

I haven't worked with children in such a long time. I missed the way they say things that make me giggle to myself. And they always made my day, no matter how crappy it had been.

Bumping into Luke again that day made me feel like I was in the company of a child.

And he so made my day.

There you go

Because I'm such a lazy bum, you just have to content yourself with the video.

Come along now.

Shoo.

Guess where I was on the 8th of March 2006?

I'm only about 2 months late.

But so what?

You'll all see it on TV in another month anyway.

*evil cackle*

PS I've got more tomorrow =)