I wish I could erase the empty feeling piling up in the corner of my heart for the past few months.
Being left alone, damn that lonely feeling.
I'm scared of what will happen after going away for a few months. Something like what happened earlier this year. Turned my world upside down.
But I guess if its meant to be, it will be meant to be right?
Thursday, November 19, 2009, it's 10:07 PM.
Saturday, November 14, 2009, it's 7:13 PM.


Hello hello with the super lack of updates.I've been working my ass off studying for SPM while trying to slack once in awhile.
I haven't finished studying though =\
SPM's next Wednesday and I don't feel the stress yet.
Hmm....
I miss dolling up and going out.
Its been so long since I dressed up properly. And the dilemma of buying prom dresses!!
Arghh! Long or short?!
I'm currently at Starbucks hanging out with the gang and watching them play chess while trying to get some history into my brain :(
Dinner later and back for more studying.
4 more days till SPM but 30 days more till its over!!
:) :)


Hahahahaha
Tuesday, November 03, 2009, it's 11:31 PM.
New haircut!!
Thursday, October 22, 2009, it's 12:56 AM.
Okay so I went to cut my hair the other day.
I never ever get satisfied of my new haircuts, no matter how many hundred hair saloons I've been to since I was young. Heck, my dad even brought me to the indian barber to cut my hair once just cos we couldn't think of where else to go, and the man freaking shaved off my sideburns.
Haircuts during primary school was just pure hell for me. I had long long hair until I was 7 years old. The day before the first day of primary school I remember sitting down on the chair smiling, waiting, and thinking I was just here to get just the plain Ol' trim......when the lady just freaking sheared half of my hair off!!! Omfgness.
My face was like O________________O the whole time wtf.
I just stoned on the chair doing O___________________O
I even made my mom put my long, already-chopped-off tresses into a plastic bag to bring home for safe keeping T__T
Haircuts during primary school obviously was pure torture. I was a prefect and prefect had higher collars than the rest of the normal students. Since the rule was to not have your hair touch the collar of your shirt, so my short hair obviously couldn't make it. I had to have short short short hair. Short short short hair equals Willy Wonka's hair, geddit??
Well I always had to tell the hair dresser that I want my hair to be of 4-fingers-length below my ear lobe (wtf 10 years old already so fussy), and my hair always turned out of 3-fingers-length only! And when I say 3-fingers-length, it will turn out becoming 2-fingers-length! And when I say 2-fingers-length, guess what? She K.O.-ed me! No lah, 1-finger-length wtf.
It might sound that I am a freaking fussy and annoying customer but try holding one finger below your ear and imagine how short my hair was!!! *cries & dies* (if you have a jawline/ thin face/ small head then its not counted cos have none of the above wtf)
And you know how when you get a weird hair cut then you go to school and people will just give you the 'what the fark' look? 6 years of hell wtf. Make it 7 cos form 1 I still had kinda short hair.
Kay I'm getting lazy to blog. The point is, that day's hair cut wasn't all that bad plus I had baby to accompany me :)
I never ever get satisfied of my new haircuts, no matter how many hundred hair saloons I've been to since I was young. Heck, my dad even brought me to the indian barber to cut my hair once just cos we couldn't think of where else to go, and the man freaking shaved off my sideburns.
Haircuts during primary school was just pure hell for me. I had long long hair until I was 7 years old. The day before the first day of primary school I remember sitting down on the chair smiling, waiting, and thinking I was just here to get just the plain Ol' trim......when the lady just freaking sheared half of my hair off!!! Omfgness.
My face was like O________________O the whole time wtf.
I just stoned on the chair doing O___________________O
I even made my mom put my long, already-chopped-off tresses into a plastic bag to bring home for safe keeping T__T
Haircuts during primary school obviously was pure torture. I was a prefect and prefect had higher collars than the rest of the normal students. Since the rule was to not have your hair touch the collar of your shirt, so my short hair obviously couldn't make it. I had to have short short short hair. Short short short hair equals Willy Wonka's hair, geddit??
Well I always had to tell the hair dresser that I want my hair to be of 4-fingers-length below my ear lobe (wtf 10 years old already so fussy), and my hair always turned out of 3-fingers-length only! And when I say 3-fingers-length, it will turn out becoming 2-fingers-length! And when I say 2-fingers-length, guess what? She K.O.-ed me! No lah, 1-finger-length wtf.
It might sound that I am a freaking fussy and annoying customer but try holding one finger below your ear and imagine how short my hair was!!! *cries & dies* (if you have a jawline/ thin face/ small head then its not counted cos have none of the above wtf)
And you know how when you get a weird hair cut then you go to school and people will just give you the 'what the fark' look? 6 years of hell wtf. Make it 7 cos form 1 I still had kinda short hair.
Kay I'm getting lazy to blog. The point is, that day's hair cut wasn't all that bad plus I had baby to accompany me :)
Baby was being so sweet waiting beside for me while rummaging through my bag wtf.
This was during Lionel's party which I haven't gotten round to blog about yet ehehh.
See how my fringe just hangs out with my fat cheeks?
T_________T
There, my 'After' look.It doesn't really show in photos but my fringe is not hanging out with my cheeks anymore!
We went to Krispy Kreme for lunch.
Cookies n' cream & New york cheese + Earl GreyCookies n' cream are just Hersheys stuck on top of a donut while the other one sucked like mad.
SPOT THE BIG GLOB OF CREAM IN THERE!ALL DOWN TO YOUR THIGHS WEII!
Well actually my thighs not yours *emo*
Love my haircut.But a ponytail does not feel like a proper ponytail anymore, more like rabbit's tail.
*pats own back*
Look what I found on baby's table that day!
The photo album i made for his for our 2 year anniversary :)
The photo album i made for his for our 2 year anniversary :)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009, it's 12:03 AM.
Ahh freaking headache now.
I got sick right after Denise left and she got better after she left.
Blehh I got Denise germs hahaha.
Caught up with my girlies some time ago.
I miss them like crazyyy.
I got sick right after Denise left and she got better after she left.
Blehh I got Denise germs hahaha.
Caught up with my girlies some time ago.
I miss them like crazyyy.
Hari Raya open house
Monday, October 19, 2009, it's 4:38 AM.
Blogging with a fever and the typical sore throat and flu.
I hate using some new brand of tissue paper at my house cos it feels like I'm blowing into cardboard. It feels so rough and hard on my nose. I scrunched all the used tissues up into a big ball and throw it into the toilet bowl and its just floating there like a boat T__T Ignorant-ness
I hate being sick. No more kisses for me for at least a week :(
On Saturday the girls and I went to Afifah's place for Hari Raya open house. We were supposed to wear traditional clothes but I was the only one that followed the dress code ehe.
I was super sniffly that day due to bad flu + cold room and little blanket coverage wtf. But I still got into a cheongsam of 4 years that felt kinda loose on me, feeling happy cos it means I lost weight :)
But I still have a fat head *sighs*
I hate using some new brand of tissue paper at my house cos it feels like I'm blowing into cardboard. It feels so rough and hard on my nose. I scrunched all the used tissues up into a big ball and throw it into the toilet bowl and its just floating there like a boat T__T Ignorant-ness
I hate being sick. No more kisses for me for at least a week :(
On Saturday the girls and I went to Afifah's place for Hari Raya open house. We were supposed to wear traditional clothes but I was the only one that followed the dress code ehe.
I was super sniffly that day due to bad flu + cold room and little blanket coverage wtf. But I still got into a cheongsam of 4 years that felt kinda loose on me, feeling happy cos it means I lost weight :)
But I still have a fat head *sighs*
And the red of my cheongsam just jumps out in your face.I so fulfull the characteristics of typical ghost: female, pale face, long hair, red cheongsam!!
If someone could just kill me now...kay I'm just kidding.
Another shot before we leave my place.The food was so great!
But I didn't manage to take any photos of it though.
We were basically just chilling in Afifah's living room the whole time.
Taking loads of photos.





I think I need a haircut very badly :(I have to diet too wtf
Afifah's big fat cat, Stella.Monday, October 12, 2009, it's 4:03 AM.
































