le uni life.

lecturer welcoming us:
"this is a rosy time of the semester isn't it? there are no assignments or tests... you're not disappointed in me... i'm not disappointed in you..."

x

this guy sat next to me in a lecture and he is one of those - eager beaver, overzealous... student -__-"
urban dictionary defines it best: "someone who is damn excited/anxious for something, usually resulting in extreme fucking annoyance for the people around them."

the lecturer would say something and he'd go: "ohhhh.. *chuckles to himself* that's a good one" and randomly saying "yeah that's right that's right..." under his breath.
it happened so many times i just want to fucking knock his teeth out.

x

freshers are so entertaining :3
seeing them struggling to use the library printers is definitely one of my favourite things to do.

x

chosen to lead the first tutorial and already have an assignment.

welcome back to uni indeed.

knock knock!

after dinner and desserts last night with juliana and lily, der came to pick me up at around midnight and we were both so tired that we just flopped onto his bed like dead fish(es?).

delirious and paralyzed with exhaustion 

the night before, i slept at 5am and woke up at 9am not on my own will but because of the amount of noise this house can generate in the morning. 

pots were cling clanging, kids were screaming and running up and down the house, the doorbell rang 4 times (no joke) and the ultimate wake up call (if the rest wasn't enough) was when my phone rang and i obviously can't ignore that -__-"

anyway, i made der tell me knock knock jokes :D

his jokes are mostly funny bordering on total nonsense but they make me laugh anyway because they are so stupid. haha.

example of a stupid one:

knock knock.

who's there?

fuck.

fuck who?

fuck off.

example of a good one: 

knock knock.

who's there?

boo.

boo who?

aww don't cry.

and some random one:

knock knock.

who's there?

isabelle.

isabelle who?

is there a bell on your bicycle ring ring.

WTF. hahaha. 

i felt like an annoying child who kept pestering him "tell me more!!" in between fits of giggles but he damn layan la :D

der: what rhymes with silver?

B: hmm. paper?

der: WHAT?

B: y'know. papER, silvER...?

der: "yeah of course. *mocks me* what rhymes with bicycle? oranges."

after this, our credibility as a couple confirm gone down liao wtf.

x

uncle b was cleaning his bookshelves and damn, he actually collects encyclopedia britannica's :O

i opened a page randomly and it was about the history of argentina wtf.

so random.

x

school starts tomorrow :*(

i don't hate the idea of uni so much but the crowded cafes, crowded buses, crowded everyfreakingwhere - such a buzzkill.

happy weekend. not.

i stayed home the entire friday and was *this* close to killing myself.

still very homesick ah, thank you very much.

anyway, i tried to keep myself occupied before thoughts of mama, daddy, little bruce and the rest of the extended family entered my mind and make me burst into tears T___T

so i cleaned my room! :D

(i can actually see the surface of the table now wtf)

then i took a shower, at 8pm.

i normally shower right before i go to bed so that my sheets are mostly clean and for me to shower that early, u can imagine the degree of boredom i felt.

the internet connection at home was ridiculously slow as well so i can't download anything or load youtube videos.

so i played freecell.

FREE. CELL.

my winning % is at 60% now wtf.

i am bringing lifeless to a whole new bloody level.

anyway the internet quota has been reset and my sanity has returned! :D

reasons for photos: I WAS BORED AND I RESORTED TO PLAYING FREE FREAKIN CELL OK.

ahem.

bored legs.

alco stash in my room.

i wanted to have a whiskey coke but there is no coke at home and realised how pathetic that sounded.

white or black ceramic watch next?

yes cleo, you are the biggest selling magazine in the world.

don't have say that every issue.

2.30am now. le sigh.

day 2: phuket!

the juliana FINALLY got around to posting up the remaining photos so here are somemore from day 2 in the daytime!

waiting to be called - the point of this photo is to show you my luscious hair *flips hair*
....and i just had to cut it *dark*



said awesome seats in the boat; elevated platform, shaded and still getting the amazing view :)



suckers cough.

x

after we were dropped off at the hotel around 4 or 5pm, we lolled around in the hotel dipping pool and took turns to shower before heading out for dinner.

juliana wanted to have seafood so we went around patong beach/bangla road to look for a restaurant but somehow, they didn't really appeal to us.
we finally picked one out of sheer desperation and overwhelming hunger wtf.



garlic butter clams.



juliana's noodle dish.

we ordered clams to share and individual fried rice/noodles but long after the both of them got their food, mine still didn't come -__-"
i was feeling really bad (cos lily and juliana wouldn't eat until my dish came) and crazy pissed off when the waitress just ignored my multiple reminders aiyo *shoots self*

turns out, she didn't even put my order through.
*shoots waitress*

communicating with the locals is another challenge on its' own because they only understand basic english and sometimes it's quite hard to understand them as well.
it's best to just point and preferably don't ask questions - u will end up confusing yourself also in the end wtf.

anyway, another waiter took over and i finally got my food -__-"
the service was so bad that we were seriously considering doing a runner since we sat right next to the exit.
in the end, fear and good moral background stopped us ^^ hahaha.

after dinner, we met up with the boys and decided to shisha first before going for drinks.



touristy shot :D




everyone comes out to play at night!

the boys picked a really happening place that stood out amidst the bars and clubs.
i mean, there are possibly 100 or so bars in patong area but the one we went to, i think people who've been to phuket will definitely recognize because...




...it has really wicked tiger sculptures!
and the usual bar top dancing girls and colorful lights.



super kao long island X___x




interior.

i think it's pretty obvious that it was flippin' crowded both inside and out but despite that, we didn't have to queue to get in or buy drinks.

FUCKING AMAZEBALLS CAN?

this is probably the main reason why clubbing in asia (generally) is so much, much more fun than in perth (maybe australia?)
every table had about  30-40 people and are taken care of by 4 bartenders; naturally we all got tipsy really quickly plus people would be more inclined to spend if u didn't have to queue to buy drinks right!

in perth, by the time i'm done with drink #1 and got around to buy drink #2 i also sober liao la.
and whatever party mood would have dissipated when i'm made to queue indefinitely just to enter the club - especially in motherflippin' winter.

oh and it took me about 3 extremely kao drinks to get the buzz.
in perth, it took me about 9 wtf.

the party scene in perth is just downright depressing :*(

i have gone off tangent wtf but anyway, meet the boys!



juliana | muka | max | squished me :D



my favourite photo from the whole trip because we all look good! :D
brenda | lily | juliana | muka | max.



serious gone cases. hahahaha.



muka's ciggie.

both the boys can really dance :O
sak noel's loca people was playing and lily and i were just gawking at them while they do their thang especially when the "WHATTHEFUCK" part played. hahaha.

at about 4am, max very graciously paid for all our drinks and both of them accompanied us back to our hotel before taking another tuktuk back to theirs (they changed hotels and didn't stay opposite us anymore).

how very thoughtful and sweet of them :)

liily were stupid tipsy and stumbled into bed as soon as our room door was opened haha.
my ears were ringing and my head was spinning but i somehow managed to change into PJs and went outside to see if they managed to get a cab at that hour.
i should've figured it was no problem because in thailand, you don't hail the cabs, they hail you wtf.

say it with me, D R A M A.

haloo from perth!

i am using der's macbook AND IT IS SUCH A BITCH!!!!!

i cannot believe even MacBooks have autocorrect installed and it just autocorrected der to deer and capped the m and b in macbook i typed earlier wtf. cheebs.

anyway.

dear god. i have had enough airport drama to last me for at least 5 years.

it all began with the checking in procedures. 

i should probs make it clear that both our passports are only 1 year old BUT my retarded brother somehow managed to chuck his into the washing machine (i know right) and obviously damaged the paper and the microchip inside. this was when he was in perth.

he had to go to the malaysian embassy and they made a new one for him - the australian immigration was onto it because he updated them but the malaysian immigration had no idea la, i am guessing.

so checking in, because there were no records of my brother's new passport - i think the airport staff got into a frenzy and had to make a few calls to ensure brother wong is not a terrorist.

-__-"

also, our luggages were severely overweight because we were carrying stuff for our aunties and uncles in perth and even had to pay an excess of rm40.

my uncles' stuff that was meant to be checked in had to be hand carried.

never mind, small matter yeah?

so we happily pottered to customs, relieved that brother wong's visa problems were finally settled.

chucked our bags onto the conveyor belt and one of the custom officers gestured to my uncles' bag and asked out loud: "whose luggage is this?"

-__-"

it seemed that something inside the bag was dubious looking on the x-ray machine and we had to open it to see what the fuck was inside.

brother wong and i had no idea because IT WAS MEANT TO BE CHECKED IN and i know there was no food in there because i didn't wanna declare anything at all.

opened the bag and oh my god, i dunno whether to laugh or cry.

it was filled with GARDENING TOOLS - hoses, wires and the thing that caused the whole drama - A FREAKING HAND SPADE. SPADE!!!

faint.

the edges were sort of sharp and the officer told us we can't bring it on board and we were both like "sure thing, i understand" while zipping the bag up in a haste because i was holding up the queue -__-"

then his senior said that it's fine because the edges were not that sharp and realised that we both can't do shit a spade so he let us through.

-____-"

that's in KL.

that's not the end either wtf.

our flight arrived at 5.30am and after we've cleared everything (including buying a bottle of whiskey to drink my sorrows away), we reached at my uncles' place at about late 6am.

i was on the phone being stupid with der and unpacking at the same time when suddenly i bellowed a 

"OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS NOT MY LUGGAGE!!!!!!!!!!!"

der went silent for awhile and my brother who was chilling outside crept into my room to give me a jaw dropped shocked expression.

i myself went all wide eyed and thought WHAT THE FUCK me this cannot be happening.

but it was happening for realz -___-"

the luggage i took was identical to mine (silver, hard case with double zip and has 4 wheels) but this unknown bag was locked with a key padlock while mine has a built in combination lock.
i forgot i was on the phone with der when he piped up: "okay calm down babe. call the airport and check to see if they have yours."

i hung up and tried to call but decided to fuck it and just go to the airport anyway to save time.
poor brother wong had to drive me all the way back (after we just got back less than an hour ago wtf) and morning traffic was crazy too.
luckily, the drive there isn't like kl-klia far otherwise i would've just passed out -__-"

if it wasn't for the fear of losing my laptop (yes i check my laptop in), my clothes and my shoes, the situation was actually quite funny wtf.

we finally reached the airport and since there weren't many ground staff doing their rounds, i approached the qantas help counter and they were genuinely helpful until:

"which airline did you take?"
"air asia."
"ohh sorry we can't do anything about airasia flights. we're only responsible for qantas."

-___-"  so the INTERNATIONAL airport staff only has qantas help desks?
my brain is full of fuck.

went upstairs to the airline offices BUT AIR ASIA DOESN'T HAVE AN OFFICE IN PERTH!!!
motherfucking zomg.

there was no time to be whining because i want my luggage back -__-"
went downstairs again to the customs who brought me to another office but again, they don't deal with air asia flights and gave me a number to call instead.

called the number and the lady was somewhat more helpful than the other losers.
i mean, how fucking hard is it to CALL the luggage department in the arrival hall?!?!?!?!?! we were pretty much 10 feet away from it anyway!
direct me here and there for fucks!

anyway, the lady was from sky star and her office is not in the airport itself and she asked me to go over.
i told her, lady, seriously, u don't even know if my luggage is in the arrival hall or not and it would waste BOTH our times going back and forth so can u PLEASE just make a call -___-"
she agreed after i told her my phone battery is gonna KO at any time and i quickly described how my luggage looked.

10 minutes later, after some calls presumably, someone from customs rolled my luggage out and i wanted to jump hug her.

how hard was that!

anyway, we agreed to help drop off the luggage i took by accident to sky star's office.
at the car park, brother wong was like:

"are you SURE this is yours?" *gesturing to MY lugagge*
"yes, sure."
"they look the same la omg. no wonder you take wrong."

we double, triple, quadruple check before dropping the correct one off because honestly, i'm quite surprised that guy whose luggage i took didn't take mine wtf.
then again, he'd not an idiot T__T

drove home (again) and literally KO-ed for 6 hours X___x

x

i want to shoot myself just thinking back on what happened -___-"
the victim of the situation is definitely brother wong, who not only didn't complain AT ALL about chauffeuring me up and down, but was extremely helpful when i was panicking like a mad woman.
also, the owner of the luggage i took by mistake.
sorry ah :( i felt so terrible knowing that he'd have to drive back to the airport again.
sighpie.

anyway, bygones shall be that.
signing off now for a shower and a movie while der is out!

xx

"love is not enough."

sigh. i emo :(

my flight to australia leaves at 11.50pm tomorrow and the pre departure chaos have started at home whenever it's this time of the year.
the wide open luggage waiting to be filled, the passports and boarding passes on the table, mama nagging brother wong to start packing and me running up and down the stairs to take clothes from my cupboard to my luggage.

so familiar but still so hard to get used to.

to whomever that said leaving gets easier after awhile, well, have a big fat FUCK YOU because i can vouch for the complete opposite.
leaving mama and papa wong never gets easier.
leaving a city that i grew up in and has so much character for another one that has none at all doesn't get easier.

every time i come back for a holiday, i gradually get more convinced that i never ever want to be far apart from the parentals.
i want mama and papa to see my kids take their first step, say their first word (which is hopefully going to be mama and not papa wtf).
i want my parents to bring them out for walks and lunches for some grandparents-grandchildren (!!) bonding,
i want my kids (if and when) to pester them to buy them toys and junk food when i won't.

...just like how i grew up with my porpor and kongkong.

:*(

perth is not too bad lah but i just wish i can teleport everyone i love in KL there so that i can have the best of both worlds.

this post is so dakj depressing but considering i have less than 24 hours in KL, let the girl be emotional.

time to fill the empty luggage with clothes.

xx

st valentine's day.

my babyboy ♥

happy valentine's day everyone especially to my man who was sweet enough to call and wish me!

"happy valentine's day gorgeous. since you're not here i can't buy you flowers."
aww :)

he insisted that we celebrated valentine's day last year but i'm pretty sure we didn't -__-"

he even shot back: "you're supposed to remember these sort of things!"

the last valentine's day memory that was somewhat special took place when i was in primary school wtf hahaha.

i received a huge bear that still sits on top of my shelf, a card that i'm still keeping, some hershey's kisses and a rose that died eons ago - the whole thing was super sweet :)

the guy was (and still is) really shy and for him to come up with a surprise like that makes me feel so special :)

anyway, back to the present.

a friend texted me to ask when i'm free to catch up and suggested that we went out tonight since his girlfriend is in the UK and bubs is in perth.

"you be my date."

"....whatever happened to asking and not demanding?"

"haha okay. will you be my date or if you like, may i have the pleasure of your company? :)"
"yes i will and yes you may! :)"

but the fucker got off work late and i can't be arsed to go out anymore so baby, don't have to be jealous ok! :P

the friend better make it up to me tomorrow, hmph.

le mama and brother is hungry so we might get supper.

we be celebrating with our love of food! :D

xx

understated.

my current favourite ensemble:

nails in funtime fuchsia, rimmel | bracelet from thomas sabo | black zigzag ring from diva.

day 2: phuket!

♪♫ one (your name) - swedish house mafia.

i didn't wanna blog about day 2 until i get the remaining photos from juliana but... never mind la.
anyway here is the first installment of the second day, which was hands down, our favourite day of the whole trip! :D

we had to be up and out in front of the hotel by 8am so that we don't miss the driver resulting in us having to get up at 7am or something ungodly like that.
since we were super beat from the lack of sleep from day 1, we knocked out pretty early anyway no problem wtf.




taken in front of our hotel at 8am; check them puffy faces/eyes out!

the driver came and the van was already quite full (even before we got in) from tourists who were on the same island hopping tour.
after driving for about 20 minutes or so, we got dropped off at an assembly point where we got designated our boats and tour guide.
it was super crowded; everyone was busy trying on flippers or just milling around waiting for their colour to be called.



our color was orange or red i cannot remember la but basically, everyone who had the same color would share the same boat.

awhile later, they called us and off we went to board the speedboat; ours was number 919 or 99.
you see, this is why i should blog quicker before all this little details escape me :(

anyway, our speedboat had 48 people and seating arrangements were based on first come first serve basis.
people who boarded first would get shaded seats but not much view and vice versa with no shade from the sun (and it was crazy hot btw) but killer view.

we were quite lucky and got possibly the best seats on the boat because it was on an elevated platform so we got a really nice view overlooking the sea but still shaded from the sun :D
it's not trivial leh!
we spent quite a bit of time on the boat getting from one island to another plus, tides were high that day and what was normally a 45 minute ride - turned into double that amount of time -__-"

after a bumpy ride, our first stop was at a beach inhabited by monkeys which was quite unmemorable so second stop was maya beach!
we were told that only 30 minutes was allocated so we hopped off and chilled for awhile before the tour guide screamed our boat number and we had to leave again.



people watching. there were (and i'm sure, are) so many beautiful people there with killer hot bods.
both ladies and gents ;)



getting way too much vitamin d.




the view was amazing and the waters are so clear and pristine.
the only downside and a forgivable one since the countrys' main revenue is tourism is the crowd.
only tourists from china or hong kong would come to a beach with a chanel and fully clothed -__-"

anyway, the lady on the right of the photo provided us endless amount of laughter throughout our trip :D
she was one of the tour guides (not ours) and was in charge of making sure that everyone in her boat boarded when it was time to - standard tour guide duties yes.
she was trying to find a couple of indian tourists presumably from her boat and i'm pretty sure everyone on the island knows because she yelled, at the top of her lungs, in her really coarse and husky voice:

"INDIAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

she yelled sporadically, over say, a 30 second interval and everyone who heard or walk past her would literally go O________O"
i myself choked in disbelief, feeling thankful i'm not indian at that time wtf.

after <s>ogling at hot guys with hot bods </s> people watching for awhile, we heard our tour guide calling our boat so we scrambled quick before he employed his colleague's technique and go all: "CHINESEEEE!!!!" on us three wtf.

we got back to our boat and decided to trade seats with three sri lankan girls who were seated out the front because one of them got seasick and we also wanted to sit outside la.
it was fucking hot but i didn't really mind it because the scenic surroundings made it all worth it.



juliana | brenda | lily.







different shades of blue.
sigh, it was so breathtaking.



this are the outside seats i meant and where the guy is standing, we were seated behind the screen before scooting out front :)

the boat stopped in the middle of the sea and people who wanted to go snorkelling can do so and people who didn't want to can chill :)
i felt claustrophobic with the mask on and i really didn't like biting on the mouthpiece so i passed and chose to lounge around on the boat.



overlooking at the gorgeous waters.

anyway.
once we moved out front, we started talking to two kazakhstan guys (who incidentally, were waiting for the same tour bus in front of their hotel which is a few steps away from ours) and found out that they are studying in malaysia :O
i think it's weird (in a non condescending way) that people actually come to malaysia to study because us malaysians make it a point to graduate with a foreign university degree.
i guess it works out the same la but why malaysia? it's not like our universities are one of the top ones leh.
digressing further, russian/kazakh is hands down the sexiest language, i mean even the way they speak english is super sexy with their heavy accents ;)

back to the story!

after snorkelling, we went for a buffet lunch at another island.



while i was queuing up to get food, this chinese man, very obviously from china because he was wearing a floral button down top, short shorts, an ugly hat with crocs conveniently tried to cut my queue!
i inched closer to the person in front of me, shot him a dirty look and said "excuse me? the queue starts at the back."
maybe my england very terror he didn't understand me so he didn't budge and more people behind me started to notice.
this guy standing directly behind me tapped his shoulder and gestured to him the start of the line and the china guy gave him a menacing look, and even looked back while making his way behind! :O
i was afraid he might go ballistic and cause a scene but thankfully he kept his mouth shut.

i am sure there are nice people who are from china but i have not met one who is polite, considerate and has acceptable social etiquette.
they are the ones who will not hesitate to shout over a throng of people on the airplane, spit whenever they want and make things immensely difficult for people unlucky enough to service them.
us 3 girls shared a table during lunch and a group of china tourists started coughing and spitting up phlegm next to us and not only that, they also started grabbing tissues and toothpicks without saying "excuse me, do you mind if we take these?"

-__-" no manners.

anyway, we went back to the boat and went to the last island which was khai island! :D
we spent majority of our time there - some went snorkelling, swimming or just chilling on the deck chairs.



liddis! :D



one deck chair goes for 150 baht.
after settling down, vendors would come up to you with a menu and take your order - drinks, cocktails or icecream.

we sat for awhile drinking a super sweet coconut, walked around and went for a dip.
even without snorkels, the waters are so clear that i was able to see them just looking down.



fishes going to school; a school of fishes geddit geddit!! :D

the were tons of coral and sharp edged rocks so walking on shallow waters was quite a painful thing to do.
after about an hour and a half, we heard our boat number being called and boarded for mainland back to the assembly point.

we were on the same bus as the kazakh boys (since our hotels were literally a street away) and we got dropped off first.
we said our goodbyes and i thought to myself "hmm are they really not going to ask us out?" but right before we stepped into our hotel entrance, we heard the boys going "hey girls! girls!"

:)

later during the trip, i found out that lily and juliana were thinking of the same thing ie why haven't they asked us out when we just got dropped off.
haha. it was a safe assumption ok! we were talking quite a bit on the boat and we're not exactly baaaaaaaad looking right wtf.

but they did ask us out and it was quite easily one of the best night outs in history :)
second installment of the second day when i get the remaining pichas!

5.31am thoughts.

if there is one word to sum up daddy's birthday dinner, i wouldn't know what that word is wtf.

it was amazing because the company was the best; i mean, seriously the four of us hardly get together for meals because we all function at different hours of the day.
look at me, i'm typing this at breaking dawn.
plus, daddy's friend + girlfriend + 3 y/o french chinese son who is absolutely adorable :)

he was playing with the iphone (seriously, 3 YEARS OLD) on his baby chair and someone accidentally spilled guava juice and it went all over the table.
before it got to him, he quickly took off his slippers to prevent it from getting wet and tried to inch away from the table while yelping at daddy's friend to get him out.

daddy's friend: "3 years old only and he cannot stand being dirty or being in a dirty environment."
mummy: "my daughter's the same."

i might be messy (in my defence, i call it an organised mess/controlled chaos) but filth is something i cannot fucking stand.
if i'm wearing flip flops and a drop of water - or god forbid, it rains - lands on my feet, i go crazy.
i always, always tip toe in the kitchen because there are always wet patches or drops of water or oil or something dirty.
restaurant table tops disgust me; i NEVER put my elbows or arms on the table because they use the same grimy disgusting cloth to wipe every table and sorta sweep the residual food all over.
just typing this out makes me cringe.

ANYWAY before i lose friends for being weird wtf, the service and food kinda sucked :(

if there's one thing i cannot tahan in a restaurant, what more in a slightly formal restaurant, is when the mains are served at different times.
it's more unforgiving this time around because 3 people ordered a medium rare filet mignon and yet they still came out at different times!
my meal was the last to be served and by then people were already having their last mouth full wtf -__-"

i wanted to make a fuss but happy occasion and all, no point being bitter.

abrupt ending because i can't think of what to write anymore besides start saving for europe brenda wong.
you need 5000 euros.

dear god i might as sell my kidney.

shake it like you don't care.

hola! 

i woke up at a glorious 4pm this evening! ^^
got me a mcdelivery and pretty much camped in front of the computer doing absolutely nothing.

i love you summer holidays!

anyway, backdated photos from last month when luis and lily came down from melacca to kl for some fun party times!
emkay joined us for dinner at plan b in bangsar village but had to scoot awhile later for other engagements.

lily, luis and i started off with shisha and a couple of whiskey cokes at some place in telawi before going to WIP in bsc.



gawd knows drink number what.



lily | luis.





pimp!



our wicked awesome waiter!

the first couple of whiskey cokes that we ordered had way too little whiskey in them so we flagged down a waiter and complained to him playfully.
after a shot of dunno what nonsense and him telling the bartender to up the dose of alco, lily and i were full on tipsy.

see, it doesn't take much to make us happy clappy!

poor luis, though. nyehe.

anyway.

papa wong's birthday is tomorrow!
the week prior to this, i was quite gung ho about his birthday dinner, trawling on food blogs and review sites to look for a restaurant that we can bring him to.

"what about this dad?"
"no, foreign workers do all the cooking there."
"okay? what about here? it has pretty rave reviews online."
"had it before. not nice wan."
"italian?"
"don't really want to eat italian."

rinse and repeat -__-"
then his friend suggested we bring him to mandarin oriental and sky bar for drinks but after a week long of chinese food for cny, no way are we eating MORE chinese food ok wtf.
FINALLY, he took matters into his hands and decided on a steakhouse owned by his friend.

so excited for tomorrow! :D
x x