Hello. Went to cousin's place today. Had a durian and cempedak FEAST. Played with my adorable niece and nephew. Did four winnie the pooh puzzles 5 times over. Took my 'boyfriend' for a walk. Now stuck on marketing assignment.





There was still SO many left that we hadn't opened yet.

The man behind the fruits

He loves the mangosteens

Even the doggies wanted in on the action.

Mori, Honey & Shopping.

My dinner.

This is going to be a very high school girly 'OMG' post so bear with me ya? This past week or so I've spending more time with my bestie, Honey. Why is that so special? Cause we haven't seen each other in awhile and we're a little back dated on each other's lives. We're total opposites, but its amazing that no matter how long we haven't seen each other, when we do, everything just falls into place, as if we just saw each other yesterday. She knows my habits, I know hers. She knows my likes and dislikes, and I know hers. She doesn't force me to divulge anything I don't want to, she knows my views on certain things like i love you's cause she feels the same way. She doesn't need a ku-ku case dictionary, she's the freaking author. The one who deciphers me best, facial expressions and intonations and all. And now the fact we're besties has been proven further. How? Well, she's a Vincci fan and she was itching to get a pair which she fell in love with. And she did get them. But guess what? So did I. Hers is gold, mine is silver. Just like us, totally different, but match perfectly.

Haha! this fits us so well cause back in high school she would always complain how she wanted bigger boobies and I wanted smaller ones (I almost cried when I went from B to C ok) And she would randomly karate chop my non-existant longkang between my boobies, especially during P.E and I was so used to it I stopped trying to stop her and act like biasa only and people would stare at us weirdly like wtf. Haha! ahh.. good times..



The shoes mentioned above. *slurp*


Oh, and me got me new shades too!


The girl who thought me how to ham it up for the camera.




Haha, and I ruin her moment lol.

My very own china doll. Love you babe. And you know I mean it.

Boogaloo.

Hola. So yesterday I had an interesting conversation with my favourite little goth that went something like this:

*Sasha tries calling me. I cancel the call and proceed to text her*
YoursTruly: I'm in class. What's up? Are you okay?
Sasha: Yes, I'm fine, I know this is gonna sound weird to you but I had a VERY disturbing dream last night in where I read you obituary! You died.

So apparently, according to my obituary, I died from murder. I was shot in the head from a crazy ex-boyfriend in one of those 'If I can't have you, nobody can!' situations. Nice to know I'm shoo special lol wtf. It must have been one hell of a long obituary. A long winded obituary for a long winded person, how apt.

Honestly, I'm rather.. disappointed. I mean, I always thought if I was going to get murdered, it would be in the same way I myself would kill. Something slow, gruesome, torturous and messy. Being shot in the head is too easy, you die way too fast and hardly enough blood. But ah well, dreamers can't be choosers I guess.

How would you choose to get murdered? Any preferences?

Yes, I'm twisted, sadistic and morbid. Blame fairy tales dude, its what made me this way.

YoursTruly just came home from watching Transformers. It be awesome! Jetfire was a funny old geezer and bumblebee is just too adorable. I was lucky to have a manic fan sitting beside me (Max) which just made the experience all the more fun, minus the random fist bumps. There was one point where I didn't like a certain angle of a certain scene and that made me smile thinking "that's the future broadcaster in me talking wheee!"


Especially dedicated to Caleb and his reverence for the H of S.H.E.

HEBE IS PRWEETY.

Happy mister? =)

The Ku-ku Case Dictionary(translations provided)

• What Ku-ku?! = What nonsense you talking about?

• Mampus aku. = I'm a dead duck.

• kau giler ke?! = are you mentally disturbed?

• Siou kah??!! = Are you mentally disturbed chinese version

• Whack you upside down! = I shall turn you on your head and administer a beating.

• yao mou gao cuo ah = dude, you serious??

• Oh mak kau babi hutan pukimak sial = Comes out when ku-ku case melatar's.

• Babi hutan = You is a wild boar.

• Dude = Dude.

• Alrighty! = Yes, ok.

• Awesome Possum! = that possum is so awesome.

• Betui? = Betul kan?

• If you say so. = Only said if Ku-ku casee is pissed off/merajuking/ whatever dude.

Thank you for spending time reading this brief but insightful.. whatever this is. Kaythanksyoubyemuax.

Tiki Tiki.

There was joy, laughter, arguments, drama, scandals, pranks, deadlines, happy faces, not-so happy faces, and an all out rocking session. No, I'm not talking about a new reality tv show, I'm talking about Orientation Night for the June session 2009 hosted by the Rotaract Club. It's finally over and all of us can breathe a sigh of relief. Adrian and Adel did a fantastic job, kudos to them. I just hope I didn't disappoint Adrian as his second in command. I knew I could have definitely done better, and there are moments where I let my irritation for someone and stress of the whole situation get the better of me but hopefully I made up for it. All in all it was a good night, sponsors were happy and so were we. Reza Salleh and Black Light Banquet(Yes, I remember your bands name) were awesome possum of course we could have planned a more rocking event but I think all in all, with the time limit and challenges we had, I think we did ok. You could definitely see the amount of relief in everyone's faces once everything was done and you could feel it in the way all of us were letting loose and joking around during the after party. Haha, the after party was cool. Mindy is such an Indian and conspiracy was born at that table. To the entire committee, awesome job guys. Thank you so much for putting in your time, effort, blood and sweat. Now, the shaping of the new Rotaract.

Oh, last week a few of us had an impromptu old mates gathering with a few of my high school mates. It was nice, it was fun. I liked Adrian's tie. Ate at Ole' Ole' Bali and then minus a few of them, we had a mamak session in usj 1. Oh and I created a new trend. At a red traffic light, whip out you camera, roll down the window, and take picture of the other car of friends, subsequently blinding the rest of the road with you shocking flash. Yes, I'm a trend setter. Pictures pictures.

Omg I miss her so so so much.

With 2 awesome possum dudes.

While waiting for convoy car no. 3

Reunion.

Too Much, Too Soon, Too Fast.

It was a game. A simple game among those who knew each other for years, for a month, or didn't know each other at all. But that made the game more dangerous, more exciting. Secrets revealed, the answers to questions you may never find out otherwise. The game was simple enough. It was called S&P. One had to say a word and the next person had to say another word that related but no words that starts with the letter S or P. Penalty was to answer to a question. A truth.

They started the game. They were sitting beside each other. a girl and a boy. The girl, someone who was breathing. Breathing new air after ending a relationship with someone that was well, rather amazing. But alas, circumstances. She had put a lot of heart and even some soul into that relationship, learning to do the impossible for her.. Trusting without her guards up. But that trust was taken away from her and now here she was, putting on convincing fronts. Healing from the rage of losing it, and mourning the loss of him.

Then there was the boy. A boy who has had feelings for the girl for a long time. Feelings that at moments in time, were returned, albeit briefly. It had only been a week since the said break up, and it was rather bittersweet for him. Watching her cry and mourn, knowing how much she wanted to make that relationship with the other boy work made his heart hurt. He didn't like seeing her unhappy, and losing him was making her unhappy. But then again, he has said, confessed to her that he would wait, wait for this day to come so that he can finally make her his, and that day has finally come. She knew how he felt for her. She just needed to heal and he was already waiting, what was a little longer. And he knew how fragile she was. She's was close to being his and they would both be happy, he knew it. But for now, they were still friends. For now.

The boy got a penalty. Everyone was laughing, smiling eagerly as they thought of the perfect question to ask this boy they were meeting for the first time. Finally it came, from one of the girl's close friends. "How do you really feel about the girl?"

He answered "Honestly? Well, I'm not gonna lie, I'm madly in love with this girl. Have been for a long time. And I understand why whats-his-face would want to find a way to keep her, she's a gem, but I wouldn't lie to her for eight months to do it. I'd never lie to her."

Around her, her friends were going "aww!" and waxing poetic on how poetic it was. But not her. Her smile dropped, she became quiet. Later that night she shouted at her friend who asked that question, saying it was out of line for him to do so. He didn't see how she could be upset, that she should be happy. But she wasn't. She was freaked out. She felt like she was on a plank and her friends were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This was getting out of hand. She knew the boy was a good guy, that she would be happy with him. But isn't it her choice who she dates? Is it wrong that she wants to enjoy her newly found freedom? She knew he was waiting and she felt bad for him, but she had told him time and time again not to. She didn't want him to. She wanted everything to stop. The waiting, the constant teasing from friends, how barely even a week into her breakup, there they are calling him her future boyfriend. Yes they were close, and yes they sometimes behaved as a couple would but she knew she had to give him commitment, that he deserves it but that was something she could not give him or anyone for awhile. It was all spinning around her. It was too fast too soon and she felt like she was being tossed into a whirlpool. She felt sorry for doing this to the boy, felt like crap for hurting him. But she had to get out. Too much, too fast, too soon.

The boy looked at his phone for the millionth time. No messages from the girl. It's been that way for about a week now. Since that night. He knew she was fragile and now he had scared her away. He forced too much on her, too fast, too soon. He felt like such an idiot, because after all those months of waiting, in one night, in one sentence, he got impatient and restless. And now he had lost her. The boy looked at his phone again knowing it was not going to ring.

Slow down. For both our sakes.