it's a crazy crazy world

D says. It's really hard for them to say 'i love you'. That's commitment. But it's really easy to snog, make-out, have sex. That's not commitment.

what i never saw

silent tears rolled down my cheeks as i continued scrolling down. such misplaced anger that i never knew existed. where did it come from?if it hurts me so, i can't imagine how much you're hurting. no, you don't deserve this.

freshers

from one republic at sound to coolio live in fabric
i think eyebags have become a permanent feature on my face. but oh it's worth every bit.

living the malaysian life...still

Our scrumptious lunch yesterday. Despite being amateurs, it was absolutely yummy. Today i tried to make nasi goreng paprik-it tasted like risotto.

the joys of a shared kitchen

our fridge cum mesage board

of-lies-deceit

and starting afresh?

Party feet

i walked back with my wedges dangling in one hand, sore feet numbed by the coldness of the pavement. it was strangely fulfilling, yet so hollow. I met the nice, the bad, the ugly, the notty, the weird. The amusing, the entertaining, the touchy, the crazy...everyone united under the common desire to partayy.

yeah, freshers has kicked off. this is just the beginning. feet woes will continue. i need a foot rub.

just so damn good

an amazing must watch.i absolutely love it when sara&sis are around.musicals are definite do-s

footloose

sights and sounds as we walked down embankment to have the yummiest iced nougat soaked with a shot of expresso.

thanks lis!

sometimes you don't have to say it. you just know. some people mean so much to you. some are just so special. and it's lovely when it's reciprocal.
i'm looking forward to seeing jo down under & lis in the states.how exciting!

camden

we took a trip down to goth town today. the london petaling street. lotsa weirdos though. no. just people who are different. unique.

i love the moment.but when it ends, fuck man, there's nothing left.

lady luck frowns

hwee yin has been desperately wanting a tiered storage canvas thingy to hang in her cupboard so she can finally unpack. we talk a trip down to argos, and darling hwee yin accidentally places an order for a canvas closet instead. the confused thing!...at the collection counter, a humongous things was brought out for her bill. and she looks at me "whats thaaaat?"...

the menu for dinner was stir fried vegetables and chicken curry. venturing into unknown territories (since lis is not around), we were very brave. so brave we invited some mauritian guys for dinner. it didn't turn out too bad for a first try. i think i dumped in abit more chilli powder than their taste buds could handle though. one guy was obsessed with an onion that was tranluscent on the inside. insisting it's abnormal, he halved a second onion just to check. he spent so long kaji-ing the onion he eventually teared badly. lol.

it's so multi-national here..there are the randomest people around!...we might tag a romanian dude to the cartoon museum tomorrow. never knew london has a cartoon museum..

the new half moved in shoebox

i came expecting the absolute worst. i was pleasantly surprised. for the rent we pay, it's actually a bordering decent place. and the compartment living continues.

when the world swings any way

Awwww, the happy couple

he's disappeared from my life. and i don't know why.

London, the oh so randomness

it has been on the move from the moment we touched down. yeah i'm still jet-lagged...but what the hell. on the tube, off it. walk, walk, walk, walk. Shoppppp!~~~we have been on a shopping spree from the moment we arrived.and i am not kidding. we arrived here, left our bags and set off. thank god for zhi yang and jhuen ri who insisted we make a trip to chinatown immediately and buy the malaysian necessities-oyster sauce(which tastes pretty shitty), soy sauce and all that jazz. Me and hwee yin cooked our first meal. It was quite a botched attempt, but totally edible, only to us i suppose.

my next door neighbour's name is hui yin. can't seem to runaway from having some sort of hwee yin living next to me.but i'm not complaining. and i have met a spanish italian, an asian irish and a shanghai chinese on hwee yin's floor. so far, it's all testosterone apart from her in heyworth second floor. lucky thing!oh and thank god we have a ping pong table in our common room. at least i can hone some sort of skill here, whatever little.

we had a guest today. lingo came over to visit. totally sweet of him to go to all the trouble. after alot of online searching, we decided to head down to covent garden for dinner. so we walked and walked and walked. as usual. it was hillarious..with an attachment and detachment issue being discussed at great lengths-yup, i still think hwee yin and lingo have either been seriously scarred,traumatised or are in extreme denial in order to be so detached.

i miss u all back home so terribly!!

confessions of a murderess

i sinned today. a blob of conditioner flew off my palm. it landed on a baby moth-like thing. i stood in the shower and watched it spiral to its death. poor little thing, couldn't shoulder the weight of that little blob. i'm sory. may it rest in peace.

men

i can't stand guys who don't know how to step up to the occassion, guys who think they are all that even if they are, guys who abundantly cam-whore-taking their own photos, guys who continuously hang on the phone especially when out with the rest, guys who have a superior complex looking down upon everyone else, guys who's only ambition is to chase after the riches of the world, guys who are dying to show off their trophy girlfriends, guys who read women's magazines to learn the art of sweet talking, guys who search for that one night stand only to boast about it the next day, single guys who find making out a daily sport, guys who hang on to fantasies and imagination believing every bit of the fiction.

a little too late

for some reason i have a desperate desire to make a cheese souffle. me and my crazy longings.

when you laugh till your muscles hurt. that's what friends do.

hu-haah over nothing

i was spent. exhausted from the running around without him. exhausted from dealing with the loneliness. tired from the effort of getting back onto my feet. yes you spoilt me, thoroughly.

the night was still young. it seemed like i had landed myself in china. it was jam packed, oh god, i should have never agreed to this. i could hardly consume the bacardi in front of me. raising my glass over and over again, joining in the toasts, but only taking little sips. so much so i was still on my first glass when everyone else was doing their third or fourth. i was so dead bored, thank god for my three saviours. they whisked me away to the other side of the big city. this time it was like i arrived in india. the stark difference. oh no, all i wanted was balance and a good night out.

there could not have been a worse time for my past to catch up with me. something so trivial, i had tucked it away to the back of my memories. but when it comes out again, it just has to be dealt with.

she says she won't turn this into a drama it doesn't deserve to be. i say you must be amazing to turn this into one of your soaps when it lacks all the elements of sugar and spice. it's just a boring old story plot. but i like the way she likens old grudges to a comfy baby blanket...i'm sure you sleep well at night darling

time well spent

i think i have undergone more physical, emotional and psychological pain in the past two weeks than i have in a lifetime. with btn, and the waxing, and the tattoo touch up, and all the nights out where jealousy has been so generously thrown about. it's been a trying time. lessening the trauma, has been all the wonderful time i've been spending with my friends. it has been really good to see all of you all again.:)

Man of the year

yeah thats me. thanks to my overly male ego and highly competitive spirit (more like tak mengaku kalah), despite looking slightly female on the outside, i still earned myself that title

.....established by gene&gershon over cocktails and beer.

dippy dippy skinny deepy

deepy :

so you still with the whole 'i'll only have sex after marriage thingy'?

me :

hell yeah. no pre-marital sex. it's called abstinence. and you still skinny dipping?

deepy :

depends on what that means. oh well, once you start having sex then you know that you need it. but since you never have, you'll never know what you're missing..and that can't hurt right.

man...i miss those good ol' taylors days n you dry sense of humour sandeep

kids say the darnest things

i walk into the toilet cubicle in bangsar village. a little girl enters the one beside with her aunt. the three or four year old is busy chirping away in her little kiddy voice about how much she needed to poo-poo but her daddy couldn't take her so she had to wait for her aunt to come. then (from what i hear) she clambers onto the toilet seat and has to hold on to the aunt for balance. A loud groan and alot of effort later (i'm just guessing!) there's a 'plop' 'splash'. Followed by a 'plop' 'plop' 'splash'. Then the kiddo exclaims "when i poo-poo, it make my shi-shi hit my bum bum.

that complex thing called life

sometimes the silence gets so loud it's deafening. i hastily mumble something just to break the discomfort. but it's the rare times when i can sit in soothing silence, consumed by my own thoughts and he in his. or when we let the music do the talking. sometimes we sing along lost in our own little worlds, completely at ease with each other's presence, hands intertwined but dreams elsewhere. that's what i call the one in a million.

he flies today

and i say goodbye to my dear friend, my partner in crime, my darling-est bestest

it's times like this when i feel totally incapable and slightly retarded

mum wanted a glass of milo today. she told me to open the fridge, take out the milk and pour half a cup of it into a glass. then heat it up in the microwave on high for a minute. after that, i was to put in two spoons of milo powder and one cube of sugar before heating it up on high for another 20 seconds. and then take it out and tarik the milo. voila!~it was then ready to be served...do i really need to be given a step by step on how to make milo?

when the wine starts talking...

it's my best friend, my worst enemy, my kryptonite

as i indulge myself, i become vulnerable. i become transparent. i become honest. just as easily, i lie. i deceive. i cannot be trusted. i'm not who i am. i know you hate reading my blogs. contrary to what you believe, this is the first i write about you. this is a tribute to the time when the wine spoke out. this is to the sincerity and to all the fibs.

as always, cheers!~