and this is where soul meets body,

Starting Over. For real this time.

2012-02-01T23:14:00.001+08:00

This blog is pretty much dead. I only come here from time to time to re-read old posts to remind myself how I've grown over the years since the birth of this blog. First step of breathing life into this place is by renaming it. The Musings of a Lady-Girl sounded like a great idea 5 years ago. It sounds immature now. I shall come up with a nice title soon, pinky promise. I shall blog like no one's reading. The joys, pains and everything in between will be documented here. No like? No problem. Don't say you haven't been warned. Save your time and just leave.
Until next time.

Halo YG Day, One Utama New Wing

2011-07-02T12:00:00.012+08:00

Yummilicious backdrop

*Fangirl alert*

The 'stage' for the dance competition

The early birds

Shorty150: medley of BB, 2NE1 & Se7en songs

The judges

Ejul: Big Bang's Somebody to Love

He was trying to give off that Taeyang vibe, imo

NDG: GD&TOP's High High & 2NE1's Can't Nobody

Amira Sasha, 14 year-old girl: BB's Love Song, 2NE1's Clap Your Hands

Incorporating ballet moves into her choreography - clever

Pop quiz

Law Chun Yik: Seungri's What Can I Do & Taeyang's I'll Be There

Twin partnering, Curves: BB's Tonight & Number One

Ruffneckz: BB's Somebody To Love, Lollipop 2 & Tonight

Their own "G-Dragon"!

He gave off that JoKwon vibe..

LED microphone stand! Now tell me that isn't cool.

Complete with guitar smashing!

Random 2NE1-related shot

Minus One: GD&TOP's Knock Out, Se7en's Digital Bounce, BB's Crazy Dog & 2NE1's Go Away

Chrome L: Taeyang's Where U At & I Need A Girl

Reenaction of INAG MV!

Look at the gold fringes on the jacket! Awesome! They also had that guitar-smashing scene in their dance of Tonight.

20 Cents: Taeyang's Where U At, 2NE1's Fire & GD&TOP's High High

The Top 3 groups

Ruffneckz deserved to get first place! They were awesome. Plus, I kinda like the GD guy, lol.

Ejul won the greeting card PERSONALLY SIGNED BY BIG BANG after battling it out with 4 other participants in the pop quiz, where they had to guess the songs mashed up together.


I TOUCHED THE CARD! That was the closest I'd ever get to Big Bang.. I wanted to kiss the card, but then I wouldn't want to come across a crazy VIP, haha.

What Happened To Us?

2011-07-01T09:12:00.000+08:00

I was motivated to blog something about this relationship issue after reading Victoria's post recently.

She talked about being dumped (or 'pre-dumped' as Victoria called it) when nothing is actually certain yet. You know that feeling? Yes? No?

I know.

So, there was this guy I met through my dad (yes you read that right). They were mountain-climbing buddies (I'd use the word buddies lightly here), my dad ended up joining his group when they went on a climbing excursion to Mount Kinabalu sometime ago. With the help of an uncle (the guy's friend is a friend of the uncle's), he came to my family's Raya open house. After much cajoling from the uncle, aunties and mom and elder brother (it's a family affair), I made the first move, I said 'Hi' to him first. He replied with a smile (he kinda looked like Kris Allen of American Idol fame), and I was hooked. We talked a bit. Found out bits and pieces about him (engineer, youngest child, drives to work, loves traveling) and before he went back, we exchanged phone numbers. That night, I texted him first, and he replied. And soon it progressed from 'Salam, hi. Thanks for coming to my open house today' to 'Selamat malam S, talk to you later tomorrow :)'

This went on for a few months, everything was going well-ish. We were talking, texting somewhat back-and-forth whenever we were free at work, at home, in between meals etc. I added him on Facebook first, and he accepted my friend request. If you ask me, I would know everything about his travel pictures (an avid traveler he is), how he likes to pose in the pictures (kinda the same pose in almost all pictures) and how I think his Facebook nickname is kinda childish. He's not much of Facebook person, so his Wall would appear devoid of activities. We only communicated via texts and the occasional phone calls. He was such a nice guy, and he was so angelic and perfect if compared to the previous guy. When I was down with dengue fever, he came to visit in the hospital. And he was unfazed with my bloated, puffy face (or so I would like to think). And I was willing to overlook his 50%-mastery of the English language (yes I admit I'm that shallow, but it's my prerogative). We were building up good momentum.

Then, suddenly, it happened. The beginning of the end. After a few months, the constant flow of texts ceased to a trickle. I would only get a reply if I texted him. No more good-mornings, mid-day jokes etc. If I asked about one thing, the reply would only be about that one thing. Soon, we stopped talking. It kinda got to a point where it would be a waste of energy to strive and revive the spark we used to have in the first place. I found out later after a bit of stalking on Facebook, that he was 'in a relationship' with another girl. The girl had this damsel-in-distress vibe going on from the look of her profile picture. Y'know, the manja kind. Yeah, so totally not me (this opens up another topic worthy of a post of its own).

The following screen capture of an excerpt from Victoria's post sums up what I'm trying to say:

To make it worse, I never got a closure text/e-mail/phone call from the guy. At least Victoria got an explanation for the silence/disappearance.

Day 2: London Calling - of Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, and Cat Fish

2011-06-20T16:43:00.000+08:00

Did a lot of walking on Day 2. Changing of the Guards at Buckingham Palace, Malaysia Hall London at Bayswater (because Pika wanted her ikan keli), Westminster Abbey (which totally reminded me of A1's Benjamin Adams hehe), Big Ben, and the National Gallery (which we didn't enter - look at the crowd!). And of course, the experience of going through the maze of subs :)

Pictures are not in chronological order.

After maximum zoom and numerous tries, finally I got this decent shot

It's a hole in the wall kinda place, I thought it'd be bigger!

Went halfway across the world to have a taste at Malaysian cooking, lol

The kid was happy to get her 9GBP ikan keli

Peace

What I had there

Just like any other Malaysian cafes/canteens :)

Wanted to go to Portobello Market, but it's not opened..

Retarded face, was trying to make a jom-makan gesture

Note the office hours

Such a gloomy picture - bad camera settings

THE CROWD

The band

The gate

Compulsory shot

Aww, I miss Lady D :/

Standing on my toes to appear taller, lol

Walking towards Westminster Abbey/city centre

At Wesminster Abbey

Hello Ben :)

OMG Chanel?!

The red phone booth

Nervous

Flushed cheeks - damn cold

At the National Gallery

I'm a ~~genie~~ ship in a bottle baby, you gotta rub me the right way

Hello

Some random Argentinian lady asked me to do her scarf like mine..

.. and so I did

The result was horrible (to me), but she said it was pretty! ^^

Love this shot of us :)

One of the buskers in the sub tunnel


at Charing Cross station, en route to Oxford Street

Was showing off my 5GBP boots actually :) I love Bayswater!

Don't be fooled - that H&M bag came from a mall in Bayswater

Long way up

Oxford Street at night - argh muka tak sudah!

Happy faces - 'though I didn't buy anything 'cause it was almost closing time there

My dinner that day - pardon the camera setting -_-"

Halal kebab joint by the road side :)

Well, there you go. Tons of other pictures, but to upload 'em all would be impossible.

Switchfoot Live in KL 2011 - The Review

2011-05-03T17:12:00.002+08:00

*puts on headphone, Switchfoot playlist on loop*

I'm one of the few people who are not really a Switchfoot fan, per se. Sure, I like Stars, Meant To Live and their other songs that received quite extensive air play on the local radio stations, but I don't really buy their records etc. I admit I don't really memorize ALL the lines in their songs, but I do know good music when I listen to it. Switchfoot does come up with pretty great songs with catchy hooks and inspiring lyrics. I've always known this fact, but I didn't fully realize their ability to rock a live show!

To sum up simply, my first rock concert ever, was with Switchfoot, and it was PHENOMENAL.

First, the organization of the concert by Jupiter Projects. Parking was a breeze at Dewan Mutiara, Jalan Ipoh (RM2 parking fee for the almost 5-hour concert, parked at B2, concert hall was on Level 4). I arrived at 6pm. Us concert goers had to wait in the non-airconditioned cramped waiting area just outside the small hall, all squashed together, sweat, smell and all. There was a nice mix of girls and boys in the crowd, most of which were dressed in tees and jeans and sneakers. No proper visible signage to indicate where holders of Intimate/Rock Out/Chill Out zone tickets should line up to enter the hall. We were just one big lump of sweaty human mess. I was somewhere near the black Macbeth wall there.

The sound system was kinda okay (it should be at least nice, seeing how the organizer only opened the gates to the concert hall close to 9pm because Switchfoot and the opening act, Bus Company a.k.a Busco were having soundcheck for a looong time). But since it was a hall, the cement walls and pillars kinda made the overall sound just.. not that great? Dunno. All I'm sayin' is, it could have been better. While waiting, the crowd started to chant 'Switchfoot, Switchfoot, Switchfoot' (repeat), and lines from Dare You To Move:

Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move

Apt, yes? :)

Picture credit to Hot Magazine

Lousy concert wrist tags too (only color-coded, without any prints saying it's a Switchfoot concert, which could be kept as a concert memorabilia for the sentimental ones). The concert 'tickets', oh yeah. Don't get me started on that one. I think most of us came with printed paper slips with barcode, instead of regular concert tickets with the concert details and the band's name on. Cheapskate? Probably. Lousy? Definitely.

Busco put up a good show for the crowd (call me ignorant, but I've never heard of them before this), albeit we were kinda impatient for Switchfoot to come out by the second number haha, but they held their own. They played quite a number of interesting songs that made me note to check them out later (which I did). Samuel, the frontman has a kinda-boyish tone of voice that somehow fits well with the songs Busco lashed out on stage.

Then came out Switchfoot.

Oh, did they come out with a bang.

Jon Foreman wore a printed white T-shirt, and as appropriate in all rock concerts, it is soaked throughout the show lol. He came out all pumped up for the show, and oh boy did the band rock. Switchfoot played a total of 17 songs, including 2 for encore.

1. The Sound
2. Stars
3. Gone
4. Your Love Is A Song
5. Free
6. Always
7. Awakening
8. Meant To Live
9. Mess Of Me
10. Learning To Breathe
11. This Is Home
12. Needle And Haystack Life
13. Hello Hurricane
14. Only Hope
15. Dare You To Move

Encore:
1. We Are One Tonight
2. The Shadow Proves The Sunshine

I only recorded my faves, which include Stars, Meant To Live and some few others. My snaps were decent, if not SLR-grade, will update later with the pictures.

Jon even said 'Aku cinta padamu' to the hyped-up crowd, and we obviously went wild with that small effort to connect with us! I'm no music extraordinaire, but the instrument play by the members was awesome, for lack of a better word.

I just remember I did a lot of jumping, stopping for a while only whenever I remembered I had a lot of jumping to do for the next songs. I got a spot about 15 feet from the stage, and it was in the middle so you could say it was a great spot. There was this one reaaally tall cute guy in a red T-shirt, he was in front of me, jumping too, and I lost count how many times he almost crushed my feet.

I was jumping up and down having such a good time, I almost didn't realize my gold necklace came undone. Luckily, the digital camera pouch I stashed in my jeans pocket didn't budge at all and stayed put where it should be throughout the whole concert. One time (more than once actually) when Jon came very, very close to the audience and held out his hand, the whole lot of us in Intimate zone rushed forward to touch his hand. My body was brought along forward with the crowd, heh. And sometime during the concert, Jon did say they were glad they saved the best for last - KL :)

Screengrabs from their respective twitter profiles

So, that's about it.

All I can say is, I'm glad I decided to go and purchased the most expensive ticket to the concert.

It was definitely well worth the moolah I spent. It was such an awesome way to spend close to 2 hours of my Labour Day weekend!

I part you with my tips below on how to enjoy a rock concert.

Dinie's tips to enjoy a rock concert:

1. Splurge
If you love the band, shell out for the most expensive ticket up for sale. If you have to borrow from your mom/pop, do it. You can always save up and repay back what you borrowed, but you can't get the band to come again every year. The experience will be worth it, trust me. Plus, you're supporting the band!

2. Go simply
Forget your handbag with your make-up pouch and your thick long wallet etc. Bring only your personal IDs, some cash, your concert ticket and nothing else. Stash them in the pockets of your pants. No hats/caps please - we pay to watch the band, not your fluffy wide brim winter hat with ribbons tied around it - messy hair or not (I really hope that girl reads this). Okay, and a digital camera if you can get away with it at the security check AND if you wanna record videos for memories. Unless you're one of the invited media, no DSLR please. So impossible to hold the thing steady to get a decent shot while everybody around you is jumping.

3. Ditch the heels
Any sort of footwear with any sort of heels, thick or thin, high or low, is not appropriate for a concert where you'll do a lot of jumping. You might sprain your ankle(s), and you might send the person standing behind you screaming in agony when you (accidentally) step on his/her foot. Be considerate and rational.

4. Arrive extra early
This is to score the sweet spot, if possible right in front of the stage, where you'll get to graze the hand of the hot frontman. And if a cameraman decides to film the crowd.

5. Enjoy
You are there to enjoy yourself, so enjoy. Jump as people jump. Chant as people chant. Sing as people sing. It's not every year that your favorite band goes on tour and your part of the world is one of the stops, right?

Have anymore to add? Do leave it in the comments section :)

Day 1: London Calling - Of Stansted Airport, The Tube, The Big Bus, London Eye, River Cruise

2011-04-29T15:49:00.001+08:00

WARNING: THIS IS AN IMAGE-HEAVY POST.

First, let me start off by stating that this was an impromptu trip, everything was planned only 2 weeks prior to our departure flight.

Okay, now on to the winter adventure!

We arrived at Stansted Airport roughly around 6am local time on 29 January 2011, after 13 hours being cramped up in AirAsia economy seat. Nothing much I can say except that the airport is kinda empty that early in the morning, save for the few officials on duty, and most of the fellow passengers still appeared to be sleep-walking. After collecting our 2 huge luggage bags after almost 30 minutes of waiting, we passed immigration without any difficulty. Then we went in the direction of the Stansted Express platform, where we boarded the train to London. The sudden transition from toasty warmth of the flight to the freezing cold of London hit me hard. I underestimated the London cold. I wore bootcut jeans, 2 layers of light T-shirts, a long jacket on top of it, a pair of Pallas slip-ons from Kuala Lumpur, thinking it wouldn't be that cold. I arrived at the train platform with teeth CHATTERING like mad! I remember feeling so regretful I did not wear my skinny jeans. The cold was bitingly terrible. The soft fluffy mittens my mom bought back home did not work to help keeping me warm (note to self: must remember to use leather gloves next time). It was so damn cold, man.

When we bought the train tickets (£11 if I remember correctly) to London Liverpool Street Station, the train was scheduled to arrive 5 minutes later, and it did. Gladly we entered the coach and sat down with our hands under our bums. The coaches were mostly empty, with few passengers. In the next seats were an Indian couple and a Chinese guy. I don't know why, but everywhere I go, I will definitely bump into other travelling Malaysians. At first it was awkward, but then the guys and my mom started talking about what we were doing in London. The Indian guy was to sit for a law exam there, and the Chinese guy (who later tagged along with us around London for the whole day) was only stopping by London for the day as he had a business conference in Paris the next day.

No matter how many times I tried, my mom's Nikon D90 just wouldn't capture the upper half of the scrolling LED text!

That's my mom, and some train guy selling hot drinks.

I'd soon cursed bringing that backpack on a walking trip.

Fellow Malaysians.

After disembarking, we took the Tube (akin to Malaysia's LRT) to King's Cross, where we were to meet up with Pika coming from Leicester. We decided to meet up at the local Burger King and have breakfast before checking in to the hotel and explore London. When Pika arrived, we jumped in joy and sort of teared up, heh. I didn't even care that their pancakes weren't ready yet (the burgers there are non-halal), so we just had a cup of steaming hot Lipton tea. The Chinese guy had the whole meal set going on - burger, fries, drink. No pictures at this time either, because Pika was with us! :D

That's King's Cross in the background (right), and St. Pancras (left).

Fighting the cold, all smiles.

Then we went on the underground Tube to board the Big Bus at London Victoria Station. I can't really recall how much the tube tickets were, because we didn't get the Oyster card (not sure if foreigners could purchase the card) and we kept buying the tickets each time we wanted to go some place. The inside was very clean and looked quite new and 'fresh', albeit a bit tight for movement. And the doors close fast on you. If you are a second late to realize it's your stop and begin to rush for the door, don't bother. Please stay put in your seat. You wouldn't be able to beat the door to make it onto the platform! *I'm serious here* The doors close fast and HARD. Our LRT's are much gentler and slower-closing if you are unlucky enough to get stuck in between.

*peace* *how the heck did that lady there brave the cold in pantyhose?!*


I was showing off the cute button-y design of the mittens (hence the 'peace' sign), but I guess it's not that visible in pictures -_-'. In retrospect, I just noticed that we were occupying the priority seats reserved for those in need, sobs. But back then, there were definitely no pregnant ladies, people with child or elderly in the coach! phew such a long caption

At London Victoria Station, looking for the Big Bus.

The funny, talkative, friendly conductor? (the guy selling the tickets)

Waiting for the Big Bus somewhere else. Apparently, we had to walk a short distance to get to the stand where the Big Bus will pass by. And it was bloody windy at this time.

It was the stand for two rival companies that operate sight-seeing bus tours. We went on the Big Bus one. We had to wait for almost half an hour for the bus to come, when in fact two buses from the other rival company had passed by :(

Happy that we finally got to board the warm bus (well, at least less cold than the outside).

Stole the head-wrap thingy from Pika (actually she gave it to me, because I was bordering on being a non-functional tourist i.e. non-responsive, due to the cold).

Can you see the buttons now? Yes?

Almost frozen

Faking a smile

Can you tell?

One of the few stops to switch lines

The ultra-long escalator going up (and down)

The coach was quite small compared to Malaysian LRT, and to think Londoners are taller than Malaysians!

at London Eye! Didn't go on it 'tho, too many people queuing up for it..

Floating in mid-air!

Krispy Kreme original glazed donuts, breakfast-cum-lunch of the day, lol.

Elvis came back from the dead and busked by the Thames river?

Going to the boat cruise. The river cruise was included in the package when we bought the Big Bus tour

ON the boat cruise

My mom is such a talented rookie photographer. Spot Big Ben!

See the redness of my face?

The guide

One of the buidlings we saw along the cruise

Magnificent design!

Not London Bridge!

After we got off the boat

I didn't care I looked like a mad woman, I only cared on surviving the cold

at Edward I's fortress

So lonesome

Deserted street

Going back to the B&B

And if you noticed, I didn't comment much on the pictures towards the end. Lol.

Basically, that was it. After London Eye and the River Cruise, we had to go back to our B&B, because:

1) Mom was developing a severe cramp in her calves, due to the cold.

2) The Chinese Guy had to leave for Paris at 4pm. He had a conference to attend, so he only had 1 day for sightseeing in London.

3) I was hungry. And my back was hurting from carrying that damn backpack. And I was shivering too damn much to function well as a tourist (I later learned that the temperature of that day was close to a freakin' ZERO degree Celsius!)

Lucky we had Pika. After arriving at the B&B, Pika went out again to get hotpacks at Boots and some food and stuffs at M&S for us, haha. That girl was like a local, braving the cold!

We basically slept the whole night through (and then some), and only continued exploring London the next morning at 11am!

Our room was somewhat okay, clean + basic, enough for budget travelers. Below street level, GREAT location - just 2 minutes away from King's Cross & St. Pancras International station on foot. 3 single beds with really thick comforters, 1 shower + toilet (with sink just outside the toilet), 1 dresser, 1 TV on top of it. Quite tight space, but the hot water's there, so we didn't actually die from having to endure icy cold shower in the morning.

I didn't really shower in the evening. Too cold, lol.

Stairs leading down to our room was very cramped. Had a hard time lugging our luggage up and down the stairs, but still achievable with some patience and determination.

Breakfast is provided in the morning, in the kitchen. I guess some toasts and eggs and jams and the likes. were provided. Didn't try it 'tho, because we figured it'd be easier to grab ours while sightseeing.

Howard Winchester Hotel

9 Argyle Square

London WC1H 8AS

England

Will continue with Day 2 when I have the time :)

'Til then!

On Hold

2011-03-29T09:41:00.000+08:00

Okay, so I am such a failure at this 30-day challenge thing. I have decided to blog about Self Love/Big Bang only when I'm bored and I need something to blog about, just for the sake updating. Geddit? Yes? No? Haha.

Instead, hold your breath for my entry on my recent trip to London & Paris~

Until then,
taa~

In The Face of Calamity..

2011-03-23T11:47:00.003+08:00

.. Japan showed us the best example on how to react and what to do. They are a strong, disciplined bunch (they queued up for rations for God's sake!). Resilient. Compassionate.

Screen capture of this blog; found out via this blog

While I was blog-hopping, I came across 'Heartwarming Japan Earthquake Twitter Stories' on Along's blog. I've seen the link about the stories on Twitter before, but I don't know why I've never bothered to click and read it. Now that I've read the stories, I wished I've read them sooner. Maybe it's the PMS talking, maybe I'm actually really soft inside. But the stories really made me cry. Imagine, your colleagues were having their breakfast at their desks, and they heard sobbing from the next cubicle. The stories just tore at my heart, especially the above.

Can Malaysians persevere if such adversity strikes us out of the blue? Are we compassionate enough to give out free food and drinks to random strangers if Malaysia is situated in the Pacific Ring of Fire and an earthquake-triggered tsunami occur? Would we turn off our lights and switch off our TVs so as to channel the electricity to help our fellow citizens in the affected areas? Are we willing to give rides to stranded strangers so they could go back to their families?

The nuclear crisis in the Fukushima Prefecture does not help to paint a rosy picture for them. What I learned in Radiology during uni made so much more sense, now that a Chernobyl-like incident might be occurring right this very second. Having said all that, suddenly my daily concerns seem so trivial compared to what Japan is facing right now :(

I've never donated via online means before (most charities prefer credit/debit cards donation), but now that I'm working and I've worked out how to use my Maybankard Visa debit card for online purchases, I participated in helping the affected individuals in Japan. The International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Federations (IFRC) in collaboration with Groupon Malaysia is having a donation drive, where "all donations will be matched Ringgit-for-Ringgit".

Just log-in using your Facebook account, and follow the instructions. You could also donate via online bank transfer!

Let's help our friends in Japan. Every single compassionate act counts!

Big Bang Challenge - Day 8: Favorite Seungri 'Panda Eyes' Picture

2011-03-22T20:36:00.001+08:00

Picture credit here

Self Love - Day 7: Dream Wedding

2011-03-22T16:13:00.003+08:00

I've written about this before, in a tag post, on 17 November 2008 (wow how time flies!).
Sure, I've grown up, so I've updated some of the deets below.

This is gonna be a long one. Brace yourselves, people. Don't say I didn't warn you!

1.How old are you?
~~Twenny-one. Yes, I purposely spelled it that way.~~ Twenty four end of March!

2. Are you single?
Single all the way. For now.

3. In what age do you think you’ll get married?
I can't see myself getting married before 30 (that's 9 years away), but who knows right? Maybe I'll find a guy tomorrow and get married the next month!

4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?
I can't answer this question. Refer to #2.

5. If not, who do you want to marry?
Again, no answer. But I ~~do fancy marrying a guy with Jacob Black's (in the Twilight series, not the movie) body but Edward Cullen's chivalry. Oh, and the guy has to be able to play piano beautifully. Just like Edward.~~ ever get married, I will be grateful if the guy accepts all of me.

6. Do you want a garden/beach wedding, or the traditional wedding?
I prefer a garden wedding. But I'm pretty sure my mom would want me to do a traditional one.

7. Your ideal motif?
White everything, and sunflowers. Not roses.

8. Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?
Obviously, Paris for the leisurely evening strolls, ~~and New York for the shopping spree. Who says you can't shop while you're on honeymoon?~~

9. How many guests do you think you’ll invite?
Let's see. ~~Close friends + family relatives + some family friends. I'd say about 100? 150? I don't want a big wedding.~~ Come one, come all?

10. Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding?
Definitely simple, but with a touch of exclusivity in it. You know what I'm saying?

11. Do you want the traditional vows or something you’d make up on your own??
~~Not really sure. I'll think about this later, when the wedding date is near.~~ No.

12. How many layers of cake do you want to have?
Can I have 5 layers please? I know I said I want a simple wedding, but my wedding cake ~~can~~ should never be simple.

13. Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or at a simple place?
I prefer it to be at a hotel, to save time and energy for cleaning up afterwards.

14. When do you want to get married, evening or morning?
Evening, ~~preferably at dusk.~~ when it's not sunny out.

15. You’d rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?
~~Indoors please. If I'm having a garden wedding, I don't want to have to swat away the mosquitoes every second.~~ I've thought about this, and I'd like to have it outside please.

16. Do you like a grand entrance for your groom/bride?
Hmm. Yes, I'd like that.

17. Name the song/tune you’d like played at your wedding?
I'm still working on this. Everybody should have their own playlist for their wedding, here not excluding the generic kenduri songs.

18. Are you a morning person or a night person?
I don't get how this question is related to this tag.

19. Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?
A light one, so that I won't mess up my make-up. 'Tho I have a feeling I'll be sobbing afterwards when my mom and dad hug me.

20. What age do you want to get married?
Preferably after I've achieved everything on my things-to-do-before-I-get-married list, before I die.

21. Describe your ideal husband/wife.
Ideal, you say? Boy, are you in for a ride!
My ideal husband should be taller than I am (preferably a 6-footer), has a fit body - nicely muscled (none of that bodybuilder-on-steroid for me please), is charming, has a Dennis Oh's crinkling-around-the-eyes smile, good-looking (to my eyes, ~~which should translates into GORGEOUS~~), preferably older than me by 2-3 years, a person with twinkling eyes (preferably non-dark irises) and a nose bridge (so that our children will have a chance of inheriting the trait, for I am lacking one) who appreciates me for who I really am, can guide me in our married life, doesn't have a jungle growing on his chest, hygienic - knows how to care after himself and the house and the children (if we decide to have any) should I be away on business or shopping trip, knows how to cook (I ~~honestly don't~~ am still learning how to cook) and appreciates fine dining - but wouldn't mind if we pig out on pizzas and Big Macs/eat out once in a while, likes to read - but not a bookworm, knows how to fix things in the house - so we can save on repairmen and stuff, knows how to read music and play it on the piano/guitar, willing and happy to serenade me ~~on demand~~, dresses up or down nicely, helpful with household chores, respectful towards my parents, get along really well with my siblings, LIKES TO SHOP (groceries & non-groceries), will never comment (in a bad way) of my love for shoes and my tendency to go around shopping for them, doesn't smoke and drink, is not into the clubbing scene, isn't afraid to be all mushy with me, has an interesting hobby (but nothing freakish), speaks well, knows when to shut up and when to speak up (~~in regards to my rollercoaster-like emotions~~ to all aspects of living), has a modern name, thinks he is the luckiest guy in the world to have me, has a nice satisfying job (so that he won't bitch about it at home) that pays well (I want us to retire by 50), has a nice body smell (not body odor) but likes the perfumes/colognes that I like for him... among many, many others.
This list is getting long, it should have its own entry.
A girl can dream..

22. Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon & fork/knife?
The normal spork/knife please.

23. Champagne or red wine?
Neither.

24. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?
2, 3 days after. So that we get to open the presents first :D

25. Money or household item?
~~Both can one..~~ Show me the money please!

26. Who will pay for the bills?
~~Hopefully, he'll foot the bills. But if he can't afford to, I'll be glad to help out.~~ We'll both foot the bills.

27. Are you ready for married life?
Now? Not yet. ~~But in the months coming up to the wedding, I'm sure I'll be ready for whatever's in store.~~

28. Do you think you will still be a virgin until u get married?Of course.

29. Will you always be true to your wife/husband?
No doubt. I'm a very loyal person, you know. Marriage is for life.

30. How many kids do you like?
4 - a pair of girl/boy twins flanked by a boy (eldest) and a girl (youngest).

31. A new house for a newly wed or an old one?
Brand, spanking-new. ~~Preferably~~ If lady luck is on my side, a mansion with an infinity pool.

32. Will you celebrate silver wedding, gold wedding, or diamond wedding?
How am I supposed to answer that? I want the marriage to last a lifetime~~, or two (if vampires like Edward is real).~~

33. What kind of cuisine would you like for your wedding?
A mixture of west and east, with the inescapable nasi minyak. And delish desserts too. Ooh, and free-flowing pretty, pretty cupcakes!

34. Will you record your honeymoon in a cd or dvd?
In DVDs, for there will be lots of beautiful pictures and videos.

Big Bang Challenge - Day 6: Favorite DaeSung Eye Smile

2011-03-21T20:07:00.001+08:00

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Self Love - Day 6: Photo of Animal I'd Like to Keep As Pet

2011-03-21T18:00:00.000+08:00

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If this animal exists, show me where it is. I'm willing to spend for one!

Big Bang Challenge - Day 5: Favorite Taeyang Eye-Smile

2011-03-17T23:59:00.000+08:00

It has always been this one:

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Self Love - Day 5: Photo of Self 2 Years Ago

2011-03-17T17:00:00.000+08:00

Picture taken in July, 2009 (thank God for Facebook!)

Lemme see.

I still have that scarf.
I still have that shirt.
I still have that Swatch.
I still have that ring.
I still have those necklaces.
I still have that camera.
I still have those glasses.
I still smile the same way.
I still wear that same shade of lipgloss.
I still like to eat ramen.
I still like going to Pavillion.

Yep, I haven't changed at all.
I might have left school, I might have more pairs of shoes now, but I'm still the same girl I was 2 years ago.

Self Love - Day 4: Favorite Photograph of Best Friend(s)

2011-03-16T20:00:00.001+08:00

I couldn't choose only one of my best friends, so here's all four of them:

This is a recent picture of Gen. I love this picture of her because she's rocking the stylish shawl wrap! ^^

This picture was taken when I went to visit Pika in the UK early this year. We went to the Malaysian Hall in Bayswater, London, and she was so happy because she got to have ikan keli after so long craving for it! lol

This is Shera. This picture is an all-time favorite of mine, because it was taken on the happiest day of her life - her wedding reception day. She simply looked divine, and the eye make-up was smashing and suits her to a T!

ROFL. This is Abboy. She's this cute, blur, adorable, brilliant, genius friend of mine ^^

Big Bang Challenge - Day 4: Favorite G-Dragon Hairstyle

2011-03-16T16:02:00.000+08:00

JiYong has had over 140+ hairstyles since Big Bang debuted 'til their most recent 'Tonight' comeback.

See below.

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But I love his Baskin Robbins hairstyle the most!

Such a cutie pie ^^

Self Love - Day 3: Idea of A Perfect First Date.

2011-03-15T20:00:00.002+08:00

Somewhere public (preferably with gorgeous lighting), and just having a good time talking.
It'd be nice if he pays for the meals, but it's not compulsory.

Big Bang Challenge - Day 3: Favorite Photoshoot

2011-03-15T16:45:00.000+08:00

Big Bang for NII Fall/Winter 2009 Catalogue

This photoshoot is oldie but goodie. The colors just pop out at ya!
Red-black-green-white (and JiYong's blond hair); perfect combo.
They sort of have that "Christmas with an edge" feel..

Can anybody spot Gaho? And Tabi's left hand? lol

Tabi, your smirk-stare just killed millions of fangirls out there..

Ah Daesung-ie, did you wear that shirt on purpose? It somehow resembles you!

Taeyang with Gaho <3

The pose that only the maknae can pull off, haha.

And my most fave of all:

Don't you just feel like pinching his cheeks? The lip-biting is driving me ker-ray-zeh!

All pictures sourced from here

p/s: Saturdays and Sundays are my days off. So no blogging. But I can't remember what happened to last Friday 'tho. I went to the Parliament on Monday (yesterday), it was so tiring I passed out half an hour after I got home.

Self Love - Day 2: Photo of What I Ate Today

2011-03-10T20:00:00.001+08:00

Basically, I had this for breakfast:

I had some of these for lunch:

I had these for tea:

I am yet to find out what I'll have for dinner (it's 5.20pm now and I'm still in the office).

p/s: All pictures are sourced from Google Images.

Big Bang Challenge - Day 2: Favorite Big Bang Song

2011-03-10T17:07:00.000+08:00

I'm torn between these two:

and

Self Love - Day 1: Self Photo & Description Of The Day

2011-03-09T20:00:00.011+08:00

So I'm gonna do 2 30-day challenges at once. Haha. I'm gonna be blogging from the office (bad I know, but I only blog when the Internet connection is too slow to make good progress on my work - work requires super fast Internet!). But I'll set to publish the posts later in the evening.

The Big Bang challenge is taken from here, and the Self Love challenge is taken from here.

Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.

Paris, Feb 2011 :)

My day was ordinary. Woke up at the usual time (6.15am), left home at the usual time (7.00am), reached the office in Bangsar at around the usual time (7.50am-ish). Well, my morning commute to work was ordinary if you consider having inconsiderate drivers cutting the 30-minute queue and swooped right in front of your car 'ordinary' :/

Arrived at the office and delved into work right away, 'cause it's already the second week of March and my stack of to-do stuffs still haven't budged much. Worked like a horse 'til noon, skipped lunch (didn't have the appetite - wasn't feeling well, I blame the clogged nose). Continued to work 'til office hours are over. Went back home (6.oopm), played with Ean & Echram (the new week-old nephew), had dinner with family, watched some TV.

Basically that's all I ever do these days. Yes, I have zero social life *sigh*

Big Bang Challenge - Day 1: Big Bang Song That Made Me A Fan

2011-03-09T15:27:00.001+08:00

"Lies"

Have a listen, you just might like it :)

Dreaming of G-Dragon

2011-03-03T17:15:00.000+08:00

I dreamt of JiYong last night. As often as I do dream about celebrities, this takes the cake. Maybe it's because I was giddied up to the max while watching the new Big Bang's Tonight MV. Maybe it's because Big Bang might be coming to Malaysia in June. Maybe it's because I'll finally be able to afford (on my own) the best fan-meet/concert ticket that's gonna go on sale. In my dream, he sure as hell looked mighty fine last night when we were hanging out backstage! I wish I remember what he was wearing 'tho.

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In the dream, I was in the screaming crowd in the beginning, a huge fan. And then I got pulled on stage for a dance number (can't remember which song), and afterward backstage to hang out with the rest of the boys. I know, crazy right?
He might last be rumored to use an iPhone to match with Kiko, but in my dream he was a Blackberry addict (like me), and he added me on BBM! I remember I almost cried out in joy when I saw that add request on my Blackberry. No words could possibly describe that feeling. Yes, I'm being such a shameless fangirl now, haha.
So many other things happened in the dream, but my memory failed me once I woke up this morning and reached for my phone to ~~jot~~ type down everything I could recall.
Will update with more details if I happen to remember the bits and pieces that made the dream so de-lish-ous!

Random #2

2011-02-26T12:00:00.000+08:00

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1. What time did you get up this morning? 6.20am
2. How do you like your steak? Very well done.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Burlesque.
4. What is your favorite TV show? It used to be CSI (Las Vegas), but I never seem to have time for TV now, sobs.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Paris!
6. What did you have for breakfast? Four pieces of 40-cent kuihs.
7. What is your favorite cuisine? Japanese & Italian.
8. What foods do you dislike? Bland-looking and tasting.
9. Favorite place to eat? Clean place with nice decor and nice food would do.
10. Favorite dressing? Thousand Island.
11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? A compact car.
12. What are your favorite clothes? T-shirts and jeans, black & white combo.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Paris, again. I went there this past CNY break, and I love everything about Paris!
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Half empty AND half full.
15. Where would you want to retire? Paris (I'm having Paris withdrawal syndrome)
16. Favorite time of day? Dusk and dawn, when the sun is rising and setting - everything looks gorgeous at those times of day.
17. Where were you born? In a clinic in Kuala Lumpur
18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Rhythmic gymnastic.
19. Who do you think will not tag you back? Not applicable, as nobody tagged me to do this in the first place, lol.
20. Person you expect to tag you back first? See #19.
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? See #20
22. Bird watcher? Not really, unless I'm at a zoo with birds in cages.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Afternoon person, haha!
24. Do you have any pets? Kinda, but Hazel is my mom's. I just help with the feeding.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? My life is as mundane as can be right now, so no.
27. What is your best childhood memory? Making a home movie using the old-skool heavy camcorder, with me as the Cinderella and the little brother as the (two-left footed) prince :)
28. Are you a cat or dog person? Neither.
29. Are you married? I wish I am
30. Always wear your seat belt? Yes and no.
31. Been in a car accident? Thank god, no.
32. Any pet peeves? Tardiness.
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Crab sticks, chunky chicken pieces, gooey cheese.
34. Favorite Flower? Sunflowers.
35. Favorite ice cream? McDonald's vanilla sundae with chocolate topping.
36. Favorite fast food restaurant? Hmm, I just realized I don't have any.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Zero.
38. From whom did you get your last email? An office colleague - reminder for a meeting this evening.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? net-a-porter.com, if I have a credit card that is.
40. Did anything spontaneous lately? Eat a humongous bread? Is that considered spontaneous?
41. Like your job? Like it.
42. Broccoli? Tolerable.
43. What was your favorite vacation? Paris.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with? Mom. Midnight dinner.
45. What are you listening to right now? The chatter of my colleagues.
46. What is your favorite color? Fuschia.
47. How many tattoos do you have? None.
48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? Everyone who has time to do it.
49. What time did you finish this quiz? 3.16pm (taking a break from work, lol)
50. Coffee drinker? Heck no!

Gorgeous

2011-02-25T08:41:00.000+08:00

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The lips, the hair, the skin, the eyes, the make-up, the color palette, the lady herself.
Everything is just so freakin' gorgeous! *envy*

In Need Of A Project

2011-02-22T17:23:00.000+08:00

I'm just your average boring, everyday girl who takes off her pumps once returning from work in the evening, and stays indoor until the next morning.
I'm the kind of girl who stays at home with the family, eats dinner every single night with the family and watches the evening news with the family.
I'm the kind of girl who is more comfortable with a few close-knit friends.
I'm the kind of girl who is perpetually unattached to any guy.
I'm the kind of girl who does not bring work home (due to work dealing with P&C stuffs).
I'm the kind of girl who considers going to bed after 11pm as omg-late-must-sleep-now-or-I'm-doomed-tomorrow-morning.
I'm the kind of girl who wakes up in the morning, puts on her clothes, has breakfast, goes to work, returns home in the evening, bathes, eats dinner, sleeps and repeats the whole thing again the next day.

Now that 1) a best friend is in UK doing her Master's, 2) another best friend is happily married and pregnant, 3) another two best friends are in Medan and Cyberjaya pursuing their dreams of becoming doctors, and 4) the sole nephew seldom sleeps over, I need something to do to fill my five weeknights and weekends, pronto.
If I'm not gorging on chuka idako at Ichiban Boshi, Pavillion with mom, I'm not even sure what I did with my weekends all this while.
Hence, the title of this entry.

I think I'll start with purging my closet. I need to get rid of those unworn/bought-on-impulse/ill-fitting jeans, anyway.
I just need a motivation. Like dressing well like those stylish Scarflets? My twisted reasoning is this: if I want to dress well, I'll have to go shopping for stylish stuffs. If I have stylish stuffs, I'll need closet space to store them in. If I need closet space, I'll need to do a major purging of the closet.
Lord have mercy. It's a daunting task.

Jeremy Scott

2011-02-18T11:27:00.000+08:00

OMG, gotta have these! Jeremy Scott designed for Swatch, and the outcomes are mind-blowingly awesome. While the winged and lightning watches are fabulously Marvel-worthy, the middle arty-framed one is more suitable for daily/work-wear, dont'cha think?

But I'd accept any which one, really ;)

The winged one is a throw-back to his previous concept of putting wings on bustiers, hoodies and sneakers.

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Many people would associate JS with out-of-this-world designs. Examples range from teddy bears and television sets to tuxedos and Flintstones-bones. Adidas, Linda Farrow and even Longchamp love him!

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Simply LOVE!

That Feeling of Love

2011-01-22T21:55:00.007+08:00

*This post is an entry for the contest organized by You, Me and Shoes*

*For more info about the contest, please go here!*

Hi all.

Do you know that feeling when the crush you've been (not so) secretly eyeing for the longest time ever, finally comes up to you and says 'Hi beautiful,'?

Do you know that feeling when you find out that that said crush who's been attached to some lucky girl since forever, finally becomes single and goes back on the market again, and he texts/calls you wanting to hang out/have a coffee/go watch a (romantic) movie together/have a nice walk on the beach/--insertanymushycutesweetactivitieshere-- with YOU?

Do you know that feeling when the said crush asks you to be with him after going on that date, revealing the fact that the feeling you've been having towards him all these while is mutual, where he's also been crushing on you since like, forever?

Do you?

Do you really?

Well I do.

I get that feeling every single time I spot a pair of gorgeous strappy espadrilles in a blogshop.

I get that feeling every time I spot a girl in a gorgeous pair of fire-engine red pumps in a mall.

I get that feeling every time I see a pair of fierce shiny patent booties in a physical store.

I get that feeling every time I see a guy in an awesome pair of slip-ons, looking all laid-back.

I get that feeling every time I see a girl working it, in a pair of sky-high wedges.

I get that feeling whenever I see a high-schooler saunters happily in a pair of sweet-looking bow-adorned fuschia flats.

I get that feeling whenever I see a working lady strutting confidently in a pair of awesome suede peep-toes.

I get that feeling whenever I see a school teacher doing her thing in a pair of mock-croc patent black court shoes.

I get that feeling when I spot a girl in a seriously beautiful pair of nude, studded pumps, in the LRT.

I get that feeling when I spot a girl walking confidently in a pair of cut-out booties.

I get that feeling when I see a girl in a pair of simple, but outstanding slingbacks.

I get that feeling when I see a baju kurung-clad girl at a kenduri in a pair of demure kitten heels, with snake-skin print.

I get that feeling when I see a teenager in a pair of glorious multi-buckle wedges, worn with simple white tank top & jeans combo.

I get that feeling when I spot a lady wearing a pair of cream d'orsay that simply goes with anything.

I get that feeling when I see a girl at the company dinner, having the time of her life in a pair of fabulous glittery gold pumps.

And I especially get that feeling when I'm wearing a pair of super-fierce gladiator heels.
I feel like I can achieve anything if I put my mind to it!

That feeling, ladies and gentlemen, is love with a capital L.
Love like you've never known before.
Love that strikes you breathless, before you even know of its power.
Love that will keep you up all night. (Okay, that was cheesy, using a line from a Backstreet Boy song),
but I'm trying to express the ohmygoshI'msoinloverightnow feeling.

It (almost) didn't hurt forking out the cash to get these babies.
What's a truckload of cash when you get to experience the heavenly feeling of owning the Love of your life? Spending seems to come so easily when something you Love keeps crossing your mind oh-so-frequently, every minute of every day.

If you are as obsessed with shoes as I am, you know that feeling.

And now, I'm tagging Along, Gen, Arifah, Hazimah, and Mimi.

Spread the word about this contest (that ends on 24 January 2011, hehe), people!

Yours truly,

Dinie.

Why Product Description is Important

2011-01-13T11:20:00.000+08:00

People, if you have an e-commerce website, please please please have somebody to proof-read your texts, before you publish them online. You've spent hundreds, maybe thousands of Ringgit to:

stock up on goods
hire a professional photographer
rent a studio
pay a make-up artist to work on the (paid) models
hire a website developer/designer to get your e-commerce website up-and-running and look spiffy
pay for the hosting fees etc.

Why don't you get a friend or family member to go through what you've written for the product descriptions?

Product description is very important. You don't want to look like a domesticated animal, do you?
Neither does your customer.

For The Love of Shoes

2011-01-09T21:06:00.001+08:00

Please check out my new blog for my obsession for shoes.
Hehs.

What's your 2011 resolution(s)?

An Open Letter to Khairul Fahmi

2010-12-30T18:02:00.001+08:00

Dear Khairul Fahmi,

If you ever read this, please know for a fact that I don't really watch football, unless it's the World Cup finals. I don't really have a favorite team (like Arsenal, Chelsea, Kelantan or Negeri Sembilan). Well, I thought I was a fan of MU, but I figured out I only liked them because Beckham was there back in those years. I only know the faces of famous players whom I think look cute (like Kaka, Michael Owen and Cristiano Ronaldo), but I know of some too, who are not quite as good-looking, like Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, and Carlos Tevez. And I only know 2 coaches: Alex Ferguson and Jose Mourinho, and that's only because the newspapers kept putting their pictures in the sports articles at the last page, with a jacket/coat/blazer and sporting a grim/snarling/serious-looking face.

My definition of a good footballer is being able to score goals from a long distance, making a "free-header", tackling a ball from an opponent with ease, and expertly catching a very fast-moving ball, for a goalie. Unless the ball comes anywhere near the goal posts, you can count on me to be somewhere else not watching the game. I thought watching 11 individuals running after one ball, kicking it towards a big erected net at the end of the pitch, well, darn taxing. It's such a wide expanse of grass-covered land, why would you tire yourself scrambling all over it, trying to outrun each other to get the ball? And I don't get it why people (especially the male species) would be willing to hang out at those crowded mamaks, watching the game projected onto the big white screen oh-so-conveniently brought out during football seasons (blurry, much?), when they can comfortably watch at home with friends and family, without the extra charges of overpriced teh tarik and mee goreng mamak?

But my perspective on football might have changed a little (for the better, in a way) with the Malaysia v. Indonesia final match for the Suzuki Cup. I was visiting my cousin in the hospital, your teammates' glorious goals in the first leg made me shout out in glee in the ward, forgetting I was in a hospital. I don't remember seeing you in action much in that match, but I sure got a whole lot of glimpses of you in the final leg. Boy, were you marvelous. You jumped, crawled, rolled over and stretched to the max to prevent our neighbor from scoring. You put out your neck and left the goal area to try and catch the ball. That was brave. And you did catch it, most of the time! I think it's safe to say that we Malaysians gratefully thank you for those saves. If it wasn't for you, we'd be toast right now. (Psst, between you and me, from a non-football fan of view, I think our defenders could use a bit more training. I felt pity for you last night, because it looked like you were the only one working to stop the opponents)

Initially, I wanted to write a longer letter, but with my limited knowledge on football playing techniques and skills and strategies, that would be a big and daunting task for me.
Just know that you made me believe that Malaysian football can soar to greater heights with you as the goalie. And that you made me watch a football match involving the Malaysian team. Your performance was GOLD. You really deserved being one of Twitter's trending topics!

p/s: Harimau Malaya rocks!
p/p/s: Did you know that Kim Kardashian tweeted about you last night?
p/p/p/s: Is Safee still single and available? If he is, please ask him to Facebook me ;)

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 7]

2010-12-29T17:12:00.000+08:00

[Day 7]

One story of a memory I have

2001; Sekolah Tun Fatimah.

My best friend and I used to fight over stupid, little things in high school. I still remember we wouldn't talk to each other for quite some time. We would pull our desks as far apart as the class seating layout would allow us to, so that our elbows wouldn't clash. It's like there's an imaginary line with a signage saying 'PRIVATE PROPERTY: TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED'. I wouldn't cross over to her side of the desk, and she wouldn't cross over to mine. It was like we didn't know each other. We went to the school canteen for recess with other girls, in separate groups. Say that our mutual friends were laughing about a joke or something and we happened to be there with them laughing along, and suddenly we'd catch each other's eyes, we'd immediately stop laughing and pretend we didn't know each other.

Looking back, I can't even remember why we even fought in the first place!

But now we have gone our separate ways, doing our own thing, but we still keep in touch from time to time. She's pursuing medicine right now. She'll make an awesome, ass-kicking doctor, because she's brilliant, and she's made of tougher stuff (unlike me). Although we don't see each other much right now (okay, maybe once or twice a year at a wedding reception or a batch gathering), she'll always be my Minnie Monkey, and I her Koala.

And that is one story of a memory I have - the ridiculous fights with my best friend.

And that about wraps up my 7-day challenge!

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 6]

2010-12-28T16:13:00.001+08:00

Wow, this is gonna be a tough one.

[Day 6]

2 things I want:

A pair of gold-ish heels appropriate for dinners/wedding receptions, à la Louboutin's Pigalle.
Exchange rate of British pound to drop, so that I can shop with my BFF in the UK, without worry.

Where's Mine?

2010-12-27T17:10:00.000+08:00

via oh love, love, love

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 5]

2010-12-27T16:33:00.000+08:00

[Day 5]

3 things that I miss.

Standing at the edge of the beach (wtf? shore line? water line? coast line? gigi air/pesisiran pantai!) at night - used to do it when I was an undergrad. Yes, just standing there, letting the darkness envelops you and the water rushing in at your ankles, soaking the frayed hems of your jeans.
Slathering a thick glob of mayonnaise onto a piece of white bread at 2am and eating it because you're famished.
The best 5 years of my teenage life in high school. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun (okay so that was a line from a Westlife song, but I really did have fun).

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 4]

2010-12-26T22:45:00.001+08:00

[Day 4]

4 things I wish I could say, but might never.

Stop being so darn perky. Your optimism is nauseating.
You will always have my heart. If only you're rich(er).
Where did we go? Seven years ago, we used to be so good together.
I've never liked your husband. But you seemed happy with him, so I kept my mouth shut.

Ooh, snap!

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 3]

2010-12-26T16:24:00.002+08:00

Okay, so I didn't really post anything yesterday for the 7-day challenge. But in my defense, I was busy at home, because the relatives from Jelapang visited. And we all know absolutely nothing can be done when your uncles, aunties and cousins are over.

So, here's my [Day 3] challenge:

5 songs that I like

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra - perfect song for a happy occasion, such as a birthday party
Let Me Hear Your Voice (Koe Wo Kika Sete) by Big Bang (a Korean boy group) - the MV is simply breath-taking. Love all the bokehs. Go watch it!
October Skies by Waking Ashland - the kind of song that will make you reminisce.
Satellite by Guster - the Martian Child dance, anyone?
My Heaven by Big Bang (yes I'm kinda obsessed with this group) - it has that summer-feelin' to it, and the boys looked good in white!

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 2]

2010-12-24T17:49:00.000+08:00

[Day 2]

6 things I love (in no particular order).

The color yellow of blooming sunflowers on a sunny day. Gorgeous!
That feeling you get when you are famished and you bite into a freshly-prepared salmon sashimi.
The way a person's face lit up when you do something nice for them.
The small diamond ring my mom bought for me. The size doesn't matter.
That super clean feeling you get after a long hot shower. Heaven!
My love for fabulous shoes. Do I even need to mention this?

Have a fun weekend, people!

The 7-Day Challenge [Day 1]

2010-12-23T17:14:00.001+08:00

I'm resurrecting this blog to life (again). And thus, I've decided to do a 7-day challenge.
It's only for a week (for now). I don't trust myself that much to attempt a 30-day challenge.
Let's see if we'll get 7 posts in 7 days from today. I could learn a thing or two about myself in the process. You too.

Here goes nothing.

Got it from here

[Day 1]

Seven (7) things that cross your mind a lot.

Seeing how I'm turning *gasp* 24 in a few months time, I wonder if I'm ever gonna find someone (or anyone for that matter) that can stand (and preferably financially-support, but that's optional) my obsession for shoes (proof, proof , proof , proof , oh and this proof too) and individually-independent nature. The non-stop barrage of Facebook invitations and picture uploads of wedding receptions of my own little circle of friends and acquantainces does not help with my current status of being single-and-available-and-still-looking. So does being the voluntary nanny of Ean on family trips to the mall/favorite eatery. This can happen before you can admiringly say 'good mommy material'.
Do I really belong here at my current work place? A government agency? Really? Since high school, I've always thought that I'd end up in a corporate place, where I get to wear serious-looking suits and toting professionally chic handbags large enough to fit in the documents and folders that I would take home to go through in bed before sleep. I've always thought that I'd be firing up my wits and negotiation skills in the boardroom, charming the socks off every guy in the room. Yes, it's a non-changeable fact that I was a science student, having taken Biology, Chemistry and Physics for my SPM in 2003, and it's highly-unlikely that a lab nerd like me would end up in a boardroom of a corporation, but there's still that 0.9% possibility right? Now, I go to work daily, constantly dressed in baju kurung. The only thing that spices things up would be my choice of footwear. Seriously. Initially, I wore baju kurung on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The other two days I would wear conservative work pants and shirts. I was my happy self for a few months (not yet a permanent staff, still in training), when a kind colleague pulled me aside and told me a senior staff once snidely remarked to her "kawan awak tu tak tau etika berpakaian pejabat ke?" I immediately made the much-needed trip to Jalan TAR that weekend to stock up on baju kurung fabrics. I only had about eight wearable pairs of baju kurung at that point of time.
Foodstuffs. I think about food ALL. THE. TIME, it's frustrating.
My choice of footwear (see #1). Do they repel the general public? More importantly, do they repel straight, available guys? Okay, this doesn't cross my mind that much, but I do think about it sometimes, when I see a couple walking together. They are about the same height, and the girl wears flats to be able to look at him at the same eye-level.
Why can't the nights be longer?! I badly need a social life.
I really should get LASIK done soon. It's painful having to spend RM200 every month for your contact lenses - I could get a really, really fine pair of Charles & Keith with that much money.
Baby boy names for Ean's little brother, who's coming soon! ;)

Dainty Chic

2010-12-22T17:32:00.002+08:00

All pictures credited to this blogshop

Money like water

2010-12-16T19:44:00.001+08:00

Facial wash dah nak habis.
Moisturizer pun.
Stock contact lenses dah nak habis (I can only wear daily disposable ones).
Teringin nak pakai Body Shop's Oceanus semula.
Mascara dah lama habis.
Fave black kohl pun sama.

All the above need money, but I simply don't know where my money's gone to.

Oh wait.

I bought 3 pairs of shoes in the past few weeks.

-___-'

Note to self: Carry out shoes inventory.

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13kg and Counting

2010-12-02T17:50:00.001+08:00

Two reasons why I loved being warded for dengue:

1. Amazing weight loss
I lost about 6kg because I wasn't eating much the whole six days I was in the hospital (plus the first three-days I was bed-ridden at home). No matter how tantalizing the hospital food is (haha), if you're a patient and you are attached to an IV drip, don't count on seeing the food being touched. Even Gordon Ramsay/Anna Olson/Rachel Ray will spectacularly fail at this task.
I'm about 55kg now (I was at my heaviest when I was an undergraduate - superflabby at 68kg), and I intend to make it stay there at the 55kg mark. Now I'm trying hard to eat in moderation (and avoid late-night snacking). Exercising is still such a hard thing for me, heh.

2. Change of pace
It has been a mundane work-home-work-home routine for me since I started working in July 2010. It goes without saying that contracting dengue and being warded for it allowed me to slow down and simply do nothing. I'm on leave until Saturday, and I start work again on Monday. I'm excited to go back to work, because I'm getting two new 20-inch computer monitors! So much easier not having to squint while ~~browsing through the blogshops~~ reading the PDF patent files.

One single reason why I hated being warded for dengue:

It was a horrible, sickly feeling, being hooked up to an IV drip, every second of the day. Having to buzz for the nurse every single time I wanna go pee felt awful (although they do get paid to tend to me), and bathroom trips were a definite surety - there's an IV drip, remember? I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I kept getting poked at with needles (for daily blood tests). I was in a state of self-neglect that I was silently cursing those student nurses who kept waltzing in and out of my room smelling all flowery and nice. I only showered once every 2 days. I felt filthy, but there's nothing I could do. I was too weak to even raise my hands to take off my PJs.

p/s: I'm flying solo now, haha.

That Swell in Your Heart

2010-10-19T23:06:00.001+08:00

That swell in your heart.

That alien, dull, indescribable ache,

that leaves you short of breath.

Like your chest cavity is filled to the brim,

with something that you can't pinpoint,

what it exactly is.

It happens everytime,

he says 'I miss you',

or when you simply think of him.

You fight,

you feel that dull ache.

You merajuk,

you feel that dull ache.

You make-up,

you feel that dull ache.

How do you know for sure,

that the ache comes from your heart?

You don't.

But everytime you think of him,

that ache comes,

your heart thuds slower,

and it feels heavy.

Heavy, with that feeling,

you simply can't describe.
That dull ache.

That swell in your heart.

picture credit here

Matters of the Heart

2010-10-18T21:34:00.000+08:00

He calls her 'sayang', 'baby' etc.

She thinks he really does.

He gets jealous if she tell him she's going for a movie with another guy friend.

She thinks he's really jealous.

He pulls out her chair when she gets up from the table.

She thinks he's not faking it.

He lets her go on the escalator first.

She thinks he's really a gentleman.

He sings to her in the morning, just in time for her to wake up. While playing his acoustic guitar.

She thinks he's a real softie.

He says he's looking for 'cinta mati'.

She thinks he's really looking for it.

He says he's looking for a girl who can accept him for who he really is.

She thinks he's sincere.

He says he's not a good guy.

She thinks he's telling the truth.

He says he wants to change for the better.

She doesn't know when (or if) he's going to change, at all.

So, the question now is:

To jump, or not to jump?

picture credit here

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one

2010-10-16T22:18:00.001+08:00

Charles & Keith made me update

2010-08-31T21:17:00.000+08:00

They are my third pair this month (the first two are both covered 4-inch pumps - nude/tan/brown and chilli red).
They are extremely comfy.
They are about 5 inches high.
They make me feel as if I'm one of those circus people going around walking on poles, tremendously TALL.
They make me feel like a superwoman.
Most importantly, they make me happy :)

p/s: Anybody reading noticed where this picture was taken?
(hint: somewhere a shoesaholic would hide her stash, not wanting her mom to know about her recent purchase)

Down Memory Lane

2010-08-17T10:05:00.002+08:00

It's like high school all over again. It hurts to know that you are being excluded from the get-togethers your friends are having, even if you aren't besties before (but close enough to have affectionate nicknames). It feels like shyte, actually. Yes, it's year 2010 now, 10+ years post-zit attacks and all. Yes, we are all working people now. Yes, we are on separate paths now. But at least have the courtesy to ask whether the girl can join or not. She realizes that she's not in your clique, but she's a friend, no?

Pardon the bitterness. That time of the month is approaching.

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Rekindling Past Love

2010-08-05T10:58:00.002+08:00

picture credit here

Just a few years back, I read on average about 2 books (novels) every month. I would spend hours at MPH, Kinokuniya, Times or Borders browsing through Sophie Kinsella, Jane Green, Anne Rice, Nora Roberts and many more. I would go wandering between the book shelves, wondering which titles I should get for that month. There were simply too many to choose from, I would sometimes leave the store empty-handed, because I felt it would be unfair to the other books if I only chose two or three. You see, my allowance back then only allowed me to purchase at most three titles per month, with each priced at RM40, max. I could spend more, but I was really bad at keeping the receipts to be used for tax relief (Dad's). I would either lose/misplace the slip of paper by the time I got home from the book store. So basically, I would have to pay for the books using my own pocket money. And I'm a girl who don't really like to spend my own money, unless it's really necessary.
My book collection at home is sorta big, for a then-20 year-old girl. I remember so vividly this one day back in 2008 when my heart almost stopped because my brother sold off my Stephen King (yes, Stephen King!) collection to the newspaperman, among many many other titles. His reason? He thought they were a waste of space (they were on the book shelve in MY room!) and no one would ever really want to read them anymore (I re-read my books every few months, fyi). I knew that he did it because he needed money. Served him right for being so evil, he only got RM14 from the whole lot of Stephen Kings, when I've spent years and a fortune purchasing them! If the newspaperman was wise, he would have sold the books to a used books store and get back that RM14 and more. I didn't even want to think of the possibility of him sending the books to a recycling centre. That's equivalent to literary murder.
Today, I only have The Shining with me. I miss my Skeleton Crew like crazy.

picture credit here

Since that fateful event, I kinda stopped buying books and stopped re-reading the ones that are left. I admit that they've been collecting dust ever since. Even when I do buy books every now and then during visits to the mall (buying books during mall trips was a 15-year old habit of mine), I simply couldn't find enough enthusiasm to get back into reading. Soon, they would be lost among all other thingamajigs in the house.
Fast forward to 2010, I'm trying to fulfill my mid-year resolution of going back into reading. I realized that I need to start reading again, because my English is getting rusty (being a government-employed person does not help with it), and I can no longer write a good sentence in one try. So now, I'm in the midst of interviewing the vampire (Interview with the Vampire, page 13) and we're still at the New Orleans plantation. I simply cannot recall the story line, and I'm glad. It'll be like reading an interesting new book, which I love!
Here's to an enjoyable experience of rekindling past love.

picture credit here

I hope someone else who finds him/herself falling OUT of love with reading magical printed words on a page, will decide to pick up a book, and fall IN love all over again.

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Power to the Ladies!

2010-08-02T08:20:00.002+08:00

Wife: I need a black dress.
Husband: You have a black dress.
Wife: I need a wide range of black dresses.
Husband: You have three black dresses.
Wife: Three is not a wide range; 20 is a wide range.
Husband: You are not buying 20 black dresses.
Wife: Okay, you win. I'll make do with 10. Actually, seven or eight should be plenty.
Husband: Right. I should think so too.

By the time he realised that he had okayed five new black dresses, she was halfway to Zara.

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Peekaboo

2010-07-25T16:11:00.002+08:00

This is Ean. My Ean :)

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Taken

2010-07-19T14:21:00.002+08:00

Tall? Check.
Cute? Check.
Good manners? Check.
Nice teeth? Check.
Ability to match tie and shirt? Check.
Soothing voice? Check.
Funny? Check.
Polished shoes? Check.
Ironed shirt and pants? Check.
Nice hairstyle? Check.
Smart? Check.

Everything's there. If only he's not married -_-'

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Blogging when you're in the toilet

2010-07-12T13:46:00.001+08:00

No, I am not in the loo right now. Just testing out blogging on the Crackberry. Its supposed to be super easy: send an e-mail to a secret e-mail address that only you know of, and the e-mail will be your blog post. The subject is your blog post title and your body is your, err, body. Let's see how this turns out.

I'm on my lunch break at work now. Its freaking cold here, it's illegal. Those cute polar bears are drowning because KL-ites just can't work at normal room temperature! Global warming is our own doing. If we continue living like this, KL will be experiencing its first snow sooner than expected.

And I'll be the first one to celebrate it, haha.
The snow, not the global warming.

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Alive and Kickin'

2010-06-26T22:58:00.001+08:00

Hello peeps.
Guess who's back?

Dead?

2009-10-20T22:50:00.005+08:00

I've abandoned this space for a long, long time. It's not that I don't have time. I have lots of time to kill. It's just that I kill my time by doing random things that do not benefit myself, at all. What, you ask? Let's see.

1. When I get online, I surf mindlessly. Literally. 99% of the time I spend online, I don't even remember the things I do, the websites I visited. The other 1% is usually spent on Facebook, which I'd be turning senile if I can't remember that. Well, okay, that's a lie. Facebook takes about 75% of my time online, but who's keeping track, right?

2. If I am not stalking people on Facebook, I sleep. But I'm not what people would call a 'day sleeper', so that means we're back to Facebook. And mindless surfing.

3. If I'm not sleeping or on Facebook, I am thinking of what to have for dinner. Yes, it's very frustrating to think of what to eat where I am here. Dinner is a big thing for me, but being in Kuantan does not really help with the gastronomical experience. It's either swallowing whatever is served to you at the communal cafetarias, or eating out. And eating out is another problem here, because of the resulting headaches you will get after you get back to the hostel. Stupid admin. They can build a humongous new building that's barely occupied, and they can't even improve on the student's welfare?

That pretty much sums up what I do here (other than going to lectures, worrying about assignments and presentations and other mundane student stuffs).

Such is my life as a final semester student.

Yippee.

And So The Story Goes

2009-09-09T21:38:00.003+08:00

Sometimes I think I was born to be famous for no reason, like Jon from Jon&Kate-plus eight or that quiet guy from my course, who one day suddenly became The Guy every girl wants to be with, and every guy wants to be like.

Except that I'm a girl. In that case, I'll be Paris Hilton.
I wonder what she's famous for.

Going Private

2009-09-01T09:46:00.003+08:00

I am making this blog of mine private and confidential due to several personal reasons in a couple of days, but I might open it again for public viewing later in the future. Only a select people can have access to it.

So, if you want to be one of the few (walaupun selalu rasa macam membebel sorang2 je), leave me a comment with your e-mail address. Thank you. Even 1, even 10 (perasan), even 100 (haha lagi la perasan), leave a comment.

Peace out.

Of Bib and Bob

2009-08-30T15:48:00.007+08:00

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EVERYBODY'S THERE RIGHT NOW!

p/s: I am so making myself a bib necklace. I just have to get some fabric and beads and stuff. Oh, and learn how to sew.

Note: All photos are taken from their respective owners on etsy. Some are copyrighted
(not that I'm gonna be able to reproduce a similar-looking one myself, considering how I can't even sew!)

Heartbreak(er)

2009-08-28T11:06:00.023+08:00

I should be studying for the Management midterm paper tomorrow, but.. yeah, I'm a total procastinator. Maybe I'll start in an hour or two. Or ten? Haha. Actually, the real reason why I'm writing this entry (after what might seemed like a million days in blog time, but is actually only 10 days) is because I wanna share this guy with you, erm, guys.

Introducing.. Kwon JiYong a.k.a G-Dragon!

This is one super-talented guy. He's a rapper, singer, dancer, composer and producer in Big Bang, the Korean boyband. Their songs are awesome, and their performances are bangin'! In fact, all I ever listen to these days are their songs from all their albums and EPs, Korean and Japanese (yes, they can sing in Japanese. And English too, although not that many songs are sung in English, 'tho). No Western artists for me, for now. Backstreet Boys, Joshua Radin and Copeland can take the backseat for a while. It doesn't matter that I don't have an inkling what Big Bang is singing about at first, but Google is your best friend here!

JiYong oppa (although he's 21 this year/22 in Korean age, and I'm 22 :P) is a natural-born leader. He's fierce, he's funny, he's nice. He's all sugar AND spice. He's everything awesome rolled into one perfect person! He can be goofy, he can be serious. He likes it when people/fans call him 'Kwon Leader', and nobody can say he's tooting his own horn, because he is indeed a leader, and a determined one at that! He keeps everyone else in check. When at work and the atmosphere gets too playful, he brings back seriousness into the scene. When the atmosphere gets too somber, he injects some fun into it. He balances everything out.

His fashion sense is always evolving, changing every minute. One minute he's cute and preppy, the next he's all gangsta'd-up. Or even just plain weird. But then again, this is G-Dragon we're talking about. He never stays with one style. He's always changing, like Madonna, but the only difference is, it works everytime for him!

Have a look at SOME of his hairstyle changes in the past 3 years since Big Bang first debuted. If he ain't no chameleon, I don't know what you call it!

G-Dragon has been in K-pop industry forever. He has been trained by YG Entertainment since he was 12. He had worked with many YG Family members, including the hip hop group Jinusean. And recently, he just came out with his solo album, Heartbreaker. True in Kwon Leadah's way (that wasn't a typo), he reinvented himself, yet again. This time, he went PLATINUM BLONDE. Instant love, y'all!

It's a hybrid of Twilight, Death Note and Lady Gaga. But as always, it works for him! The above pictures are the concept photos for Heartbreaker. They are just awesome, for lack of a better word. The ice-y blonde hair, the pale skin, the apple, the red-black-white-blue theme of the MV (see below) and the serious expressions just hit gold. He's breaking hearts of girls (and guys) everywhere with the androgynous look. Within 2 days of release, Heartbreaker sold 30k copies, and I'm pretty sure it was the #1 most-downloaded albums at illegal download sites!

You must check out his Heartbreaker MV! *spazzes*

I've watched this a million times now, and my favorite outfit on him is when he was wearing the vest with the mirror pieces. And being somebody who can't resist anything that's blinged out, I would say that, is sheer awesomeness!

The song is ultra catchy, and the set looks perfect! :D

The marketing/creative/whatever people responsible for the album package came up with a unique idea: using JiYong's own face impression!

I soo want one, but I have no idea where I can buy it from, and I don't want to order it online.. :(
The whole album is bangin'!

And now, I'm gonna leave you with this image that made me think what's really on JiYong oppa's mind:

Things I Do When I'm Bored

2009-08-16T09:33:00.008+08:00

1. I doodle (when I'm in class)

2. I ogle (when I'm at a bookstore).

3. I ogle (when I'm online)

And...

2009-08-06T14:55:00.005+08:00

Meet my new (non-breathing) love, the GH.

The name 'Golden Half' came from a 70's half Japanese-breed girl band.

They were always dressed skimpily while on stage, which I find weird, because I thought Japanese people back then were reserved haha. Watch this YouTube clip:

And, I will be documenting my experiences in using the new toy over at the new blog.
Feel free to leave a comment (or two), okay!

:)

I So Love This Guy

2009-08-05T13:37:00.002+08:00

Girlfriend vs Girl Friend

2009-07-29T21:29:00.007+08:00

Guys (of the male kind), do you have a close female friend? And by 'close', I don't mean that best friend of yours that happens to have the XX genes. It's the other 'girl friend'.

So if you do have one, take notes. You need to know this.

*All are written from the POV of the 'girl friend'.*

Myth #1: We love meeting your girlfriend, and of course she’s welcome to join us at the movies (substitute dinner, lunch, etc., or whatever fits your situation)
Truth: We can take the “How We Met” story once, maybe twice if we’re not experiencing PMS or are a bit tipsy, but that’s the limit. We feign a smile and a nod over salad and champagne as we watch you two hold hands, but inside we’re mentally writing our grocery list, thinking about that work proposal or counting the number of freckles on her forehead. Has she had Botox or ‘work’ done? You’re so in love. We get it.

Myth #2: We never compare ourselves to your lady love. Why would we be so insecure and shallow?
Truth: The minute I heard about Megan, I did the only logical thing. I furiously Googled her and looked for her on MySpace and Facebook. I just had to see this vision of perfection. What color was her hair? Was her skin creamier than mine? I did everything short of e-stalking but came up empty-handed. The thing is, though, we do it all in secret. If you ever ask us, we remark, “Of course not. What am I? Jealous? Pfft. Someone sure thinks highly of himself, doesn’t he?”

Myth #3: We never drift off during the day and daydream about the day you two break up. For good.
Truth: Women are natural predators. We want to be top dog. It’s just in our nature. Even I’ve been guilty of this. The whole storming in on the wedding scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral has always held special meaning for me. Now I know why. And don’t even get me started on My Best Friend’s Wedding. We may like you two separately, but together…well, we secretly hoped that would end eventually. And by eventually, we really mean soon. Very soon.

Myth #4: We’re definitely NOT in love with you. Platonic friendships are soooo 2009.
Truth: Women have no trouble dishing dirt and secrets with their girlfriends a la Sex & The City. But with members of the opposite sex, we become mumbling mutes, heavy on the mute side. We have enough trouble admitting our feelings to ourselves, so guys, if a female friend gives that awkward laugh and says “Of course I don’t have feelings for you,” chances are she’s this close to making out with you like two lonely high schoolers. I don’t know how much clearer we can make it.

All shamelessly copied and pasted from Melissa Blake

I admit it. I was guilty of all four, BUT I am proud to report that there is no more pining, no more yearning for the past I am totally liberated now!

It's Only Wednesday..

2009-07-29T12:24:00.006+08:00

.. but I'm already looking forward to the weekend!

Clockwise from top left: Playing with Ean the nephew, getting my Golden Half,
meeting up with Zara to pass her shoes that have been with me forever lol,
International Career Fair at MidValley.

Gosh. I don't know what I want to do after I graduate. And graduation is only 4 months away!
I am fervently hoping that I won't fail any subjects this semester. I already have my graduation baju kebaya tailor-made!
But then again, that surely means that I somehow, subconsciously know that I'm going to graduate, right?

And So The Obsession Continues

2009-07-23T20:24:00.004+08:00

Aaaaaaand, the million-dollar shot:

p/s: Please ignore the messy closet at the back. Couldn't find a way to cut it out
using Photoshop haha.

Of Male Nurses and Eternal Love

2009-07-16T18:47:00.005+08:00

They still have not arrive in Kuantan. Still at the post office in KL! Dammit. I am so hoping to sleep wearing them tonight... :(

Oh, and one of the male nurses flirted with me (I THINK), when I went to donate blood at KOM today.
Kept asking about my name, where I'm from, whether he should go get an extra blanket for me or not blablabla. I almost told him off. Haha.

But that incident still didn't help to get my mind off of the fact that I'm only gonna get my babies on Monday!

Can't Wait

2009-07-15T13:18:00.004+08:00

I will receive my babies tomorrow.

Wait for the show-off post! :)

A Super Excited Come-Back Post

2009-07-13T19:35:00.006+08:00

Do you know that feeling when the crush you've been (not so) secretly eyeing for the longest time EVER finally comes up to you and says 'Hi'?

Do you know that feeling when you find out that that said crush who's been attached to some lucky girl since forever, finally becomes single and back on the market again, AND he texts/calls you wanting to hang out/have a coffee/go watch a (romantic) movie together/have a nice walk on the beach/--insertanymushycutesweetactivitieshere-- with YOU?

Do you know that feeling when the same crush asks you to be with him after going on that date, revealing the fact that the feeling you've been having towards him all these while is mutual, where he's also been crushing on you since like, forever?

Do you?

Do you really?

Well I do.

I am so over the moon right now.
XD

Ladies and gentlemen, meet my crush,
who just in a few days time,
will become
my OTHER HALF.

*You'll see what I mean by 'a few days time'. Just keep on reading!*

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That, my friends, is LOVE. :)

LOVE like you never know before.

LOVE that strikes you breathless, before you even know of its power.

LOVE that can keep you up all night.
(okay, that was cheesy, using a line from a BSB song)

I don't know why I referred to it as a masculine entity, but whatever.
I'm trying to express the ohmygoshI'msoinloverightnow feeling :)

It (almost) didn't hurt forking out the cash to get these babies.

What's a truckload of cash (not really) when you get to own the LOVE of your (current) life?
Spending seems to come so easily when something you LOVE keeps crossing your mind oh-so-frequently.
(I dreamt of them 3 times so far, and I was so mightily euphoric wearing them in those dreams)

They are already at the customs now, and will come into my eternal possession in 2 or 3 days, which feels like years.

I just can't wait to get my hands on them.

If you are as obsessed about shoes as I am, you know the feeling.

:)

Here's to the safe arrival of the LOVE of my life!

*grins like a maniac*

Crybaby

2009-04-17T00:32:00.005+08:00

I’m feeling especially vulnerable these past few days.

Cases in point:

1) I was talking to the little brother on the phone. He was nonchalant and elusive (like he always did previously when talking to me on the phone. Which fifteen year old doesn’t do that?). And I immediately cried. I freaking sobbed my eyes out.

2) I SMS’d a close friend to tell her that I cried my eyes out when talking with the brother. She replied asking why I was so emotional, and I cried reading that.

3) Tired of having to string some words together to make a coherent sentence for the thesis (or I just couldn’t be bothered with the process, you pick), I decided to watch an episode of Boys Over Flowers. At every kind/brave/romantic/silly-but-sweet gesture made by the main hero (and the poor second hero – not I-have-no-money poor, but I-love-her-but-she-does-not-love-me-back kind of poor), I would tear up, which usually led to full waterworks.

4) I would cry looking at the MMS pictures sent by the grandma of my nephew (my mom), for I haven’t seen him in almost a month.

#4 definitely takes the cake.

Are You Who You Say You Are?

2009-03-19T16:05:00.006+08:00

No matter how close you are to someone, you can never know everything there is to know about him/her. You can spend every single waking minute with him/her, or you can have countless heart-to-heart conversations with him/her, but you can never know for sure what's really in his/her heart. Like, really really know. Be it your boy/girl/best friend or a family member, there will always be something that he/she hides from you. Always. Even if you share saliva (same spoon for that sundae), you can never know for sure what's in the heart of his/hers.

No one is who they seem to be. On the outside, they might look like Mr. Hyde, but when you part ways and be on your own, they turn into Dr. Jekyll. Or vice versa. And even if they seem like they are the same person both in private and public, you can bet that there are still some secrets/facts that they conceal. However big or small, rotten bad or just innocent, hidden secrets are there. Gregory House always say that 'Everybody lies', or in some cases, they are just simply not telling the whole truth, just bits and pieces of it.

Revealing secrets is akin to stripping every layer of clothing you have on a busy street (not that I have any experience of doing it. It's just what I think). The act of stripping itself is humiliating/embarassing/mortifying, what more having one's bare uncovered skin exposed for all the world to see.

This may seem like ramblings of a disturbed mind, but whatever.

The point/message that I'm trying to convey here is this:

You can never completely know someone, unless you ARE that someone.

Wanting to sound like Mr. House, this is what I have to say: Everybody hides.

Choose The One Who Loves You More

2009-02-10T14:32:00.004+08:00

Rain, rain, rain on my mind
I've got a secret life
Wipe, wipe, wipe it away
Nothing can make me dry

Fight all the while
Fight 'til I think I'm free
Feel rains we never see
Beautiful secret lives

It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears

Oh, smile, smile in a day
Fear takes its place at night
Oh, oh, I'm pretty in the rain
I love your secret life

It can make you face all your fears
It can make you face all your fears.

I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome and gone
By grace away
Better off than if I stayed
I could leave you well enough alone
Believe and you'll be overcome and gone
By grace away
Better off than if I stayed

I could leave you walk away
We'll save it for another day
Through all the wars I've come to know
It's punches pulled, not towels thrown in

When they come knocking on your heart's door
Choose the one who loves you more
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you face all your fears)
And when you've found something to die for
(Make you face all your fears)
They'll be knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
When they come knocking on your heart's door
(Make you face all your fears)
Choose the one who loves you more
(Make you)

- Copeland, from the album 'In Motion'

'_____' --> That's what my mom always say!

How To Spend A Weekend, Dinie's Awesome Way

2009-02-08T15:20:00.005+08:00

~~I HAD A LONG, LONG POST HERE. BUT BLOGGER BUAT HAL. DAMN IT. I AM SO NOT TYPING IT ALL BACK!~~

Oh well. Here goes a simplified version of the long post I had that disappeared due to blogger's stupid act.

EXPLANATION FOR THE ABOVE PICTURE, ON HOW TO SPEND A WEEKEND, MY OWN AWESOME WAY:

1. Having two packets of instant noodle for lunch (for both days),

2. Having a large bar of chocolate for dinner (ditto),

3. Feeling panicky whenever the eyes landed on the overflowing laundry basket,
4. Non-stop editing of FYP pictures (and amazingly, it's nowhere near finished),
5. And also feeling panicky when remembering there are 3 quizzes coming up very, very soon (and I haven't started studying anything yet),
6. And having all 5 Copeland's studio albums on repeat (Aaron Marsh has one helluva voice!)

I am so looking forward to the 3-month break.

An Easy-Peasy Way To A Better World

2009-01-29T18:39:00.005+08:00

THEHUNGERSITE.COM

Please click daily! It's not that hard to do, compared to whatever you're doing daily.

You don't need to spend anything, just a fraction of the 86,400 seconds you get daily.

Causes to choose from: hunger, breast cancer, child health, literacy, rain forest, animal rescue.

Better yet, click on every one of them!
EVERY click counts!

p/s: I'm resetting my homepage from Facebook to the above site (click on the picture).

The Day I Lose My Voice (The Suitcase Song)

2009-01-21T01:10:00.003+08:00

I am so depressed.
I thought I found my soulmate.
Turns out I was wrong.
Pfft.

p/s: And I'm also depressed because friends' links on the right dah gila. I did NOT do anything to make it go crazy like that. And I do NOT know how to fix it. Help.

Filler?

2009-01-19T18:12:00.004+08:00

Yeah I know that all my most recent posts are filler posts (thanks Zainab kerna remind saya. Don't quit blogging tau!).

But what can a girl do if she has no idea on what to write about? I admit that I'm often a silent reader of blogs, rather than actively leaving comments on the blogs/sites that I frequent or stumbled upon. I'm more of a reader than a writer, really. I read a lot. By a lot, I mean A LOT. But a few days (or weeks?) ago I opened an account on booksie and submitted my novel-cum-semi-autobiography there (hohoho).

A reminder to you guys: Don't go looking for me there. But if you do find me and think that really is me, do leave a note. lol.

I don't know why I decided to submit my stuff there, but yeah, I really did. The 'novel' is something that I work on, whenever the mood strikes (which is not that often). I just typed and typed whatever words/sentences that come to mind. With a bit of editing. lol. This thing is soo private (it's based on my own experience, with a lot of fabrications), that I have not even let my close friends read it.

It's not on par with any of Ms. Kinsella's many fantastic works (Can You Keep A Secret should come to mind). Heh. I know where I stand. I'm pretty sure I'll never be as good as her. It's just that it's nice to be able to transform all your thoughts and ideas into words, albeit those words being not that publish-worthy. lol. Currently, I've posted 3 chapters up there. I have more in my computer, but I'll see how things go. (that reminds me to check if there's any new comments on my 'novel'.. Okay, no new comments. That was expected! lol)

There are many good works on booksie. Being a kinda-fan of the Jo Bros, I particularly liked this one. 47 chapters. Yeah, Joe is so hot, I'd almost forgive him for being so vain. Almost. lol. What's up with the hair and the stovepipe jeans, dude? [Ben pun ade white skinny jeans!] And what's with you always having to be in the middle, like, every single time?

But if you're more of a Twilight fan (read: Edward), this one might be more of your taste. Edward's old school charm and chivalry gets me. I wonder if my own Edward is out there some where. *sigh*

If you noticed, I used a lot of 'lol'. I've never used it in my previous entries, but this time I did. Wanna know why? It's because I've recently been addicted to online chat rooms. Haha. Not mIRC. I don't have classes on Mondays and Tuesdays, so practically, my weekend stretched out to 4 days. To kill time, I go there and try to find like-minded people from other countries. [When I really should be drafting my FYP thesis]. These chatters use a lot of 'lol', and now I do too. lol. About 99.9% of the time, they are looking for 'cyber fun' (if you don't know what that means, ask other people who know :P ), but once in every 10 or so PMs, you find people who just like to make new friends. I've chatted with a mechanical engineering student in University of Canterbury (a nice guy who luckily is gorgeous! lol), a funny high-schooler from Sweden (sarcastic funny, not ha-ha funny), a bored housewife from Atlanta, Georgia (she thinks she's going crazy with her kids' screaming everyday), and some more others.

I don't really trust what they tell me, 'tho. Haha. It is possible that everything they told me is complete BS. But to be able to get away from life in Kuantan here, even though only virtually, is refreshing.

I've learned how to cook sloppy joes, you know. And snowboarding!

lol.

:D

Just Because!

2009-01-09T12:37:00.003+08:00

If I Was A (Materialistic) Rich Girl...

2008-12-24T11:19:00.010+08:00

..which I think I am. Materialistic, not Rich.

(so many words in my head, all jumbled up, taktau nak tulis ape dulu, I'll starve for sure if I'm a writer)

For several months now, one of the first websites I go to whenever I log onto the Internet, are Malaysian blogshops. I know there are tonnes out there, where most sell clothes, but I am not the fashionable kind. I don't layer, I don't do vintage, I don't do chic. Clothes are not my thing (although it should, 'cause I keep recycling my daily wears).

But SHOES are, and forever will always be. Me being obsessed with shoes and always on the look-out for cheappo ones (Louboutin? What's that?), I trawl the World Wide Web for sites that sell, what else, shoes.

Review sites such as Dirty Stiletto are very convenient for us girls. The sites well, review shoes for us! And not any pair either, only the gorgeous and the oh-so-pretty ones. And I can cry looking at them, because I won't be able to get my hands on them, 99.99% of the time because of, you guessed it, my financial status. Haha.

This particular pair from tenladytoes were reviewed by DS sometime back, and my heart beat practically sped up when I saw them!

These are lovingly handmade on a pre-order basis by two girls who are based in Malaysia and Singapore (it's stated in their 'Our Story' section). Soo gorgeous!

Most of the shoes there are flats and sneakers with cute, cartoon-y, colorful designs, but these pair appealed to me the most. And considering they are custom made, the price is very reasonable! Having a CIMB click account doesn't help either. Just a few clicks and say bye-bye to your moolah! :/

(now why do I sound like a reviewer myself? LOL)

I may not get to have them (the curse of having big-sized feet, and the bank account balance that's depleting at an alarming rate), but it won't stop me from ogling the shoes. They are just too beautiful. Too gorgeous. Too pretty.

(yeah, my vocabs are limited to 'beautiful', 'gorgeous' and 'pretty')

Another site, Mezzanine, offers shoes (from stilettos to ballet flats) that are usually inspired by high-end brands, some are not. But all are again, gorgeous.

Like this:

And this:

And this:

Shoessaholic! have some pretty ones too.

Like this:

And this:

*all images belong to the respective blog owners*

Hmm. Sangatlah suka okay. Kalau lah ade orang nak tolong belikan.. ;)

Despite all this, my first ever purchase was 3 whimsical wooden necklaces from Shopping Playground. Not for myself, but for Pik, Cito and Gen. Hehe.

Where do these fabulous people get their stuff??

I want to open my own blogshop later after I finish this episode of life in Kuantan. Sape nak join?

This Is L.O.V.E.

2008-12-18T15:54:00.004+08:00

Martina Pink at Tangs Pavillion, Rm50.70 after 70% discount.
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I just heart Christmas sales!

Oh btw, this pair will add another 3, 4 inches to my height ;)

Babies Say The Darndest Things!

2008-12-16T10:45:00.005+08:00

And, my personal favourite:

I Wander, But I'm Not Lost.

2008-11-28T13:24:00.013+08:00

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

"All That is Gold Does Not Glitter"
J.R.R. Tolkien

Favourite line: The last line
-"The crownless again shall be king".

But the line that appeals to me the most is
"Not all those who wander are lost".

I wander, but I'm not lost.

OME * !

2008-11-27T11:04:00.006+08:00

Kuantan does not suck, afterall. Because of this:

I. AM. SOOO. THRILLED!

twilight loves! by impulsive5

* To those who don't read the series and/or have not an inkling of what the series is about,
'OME' = Oh My Edward, as opposed to the common 'OMG' (Oh My God).

Sekian.
Now where do I get a car to go into town?
People in Kuantan, buzz me now! :D