hieeeee!!
a short post from hometown.
currently trapped at bentong with ze family and relatives.

gonna go back to city tomorrow and bai nin with my big bunch of friends. (:
didn’t expect much from this year’s cny but so far, it seems to turn out pretty good.

* a girl with a smile on her face (:

hope you guys are happy too.
collect tons and tons and tons of angpows. heh.

it’s chinese new year all over again.
say hi to red packets. long lost relatives. mandarin oranges. fooooooods and snackss. and little casinos.
chinese new year always lifts up the mood.
very much different from christmas, i feel more excited during chinese new year.
fire crackers and loud new year songs maybe.

* here to wish everyone a very happy chinese rawr rawr year. gong heii fatt dai choii ((:
fatt fatt fatt. *please let me win every time i gamble this year* wtf

and of course not to forget valentine’s day.
hah! bonus for those who aren’t celebrating valentine this year, like me.
because we have chinese new year to accompany us, bwaha.

* happy valentines day to all lovers and to all singles as well. (:

my family and i will be having steamboat for our reunion dinner.
i’ve got no idea why my mom chooses steamboat when the weather is so friggin hot.
but oh wells..

oh ya! no red nails this year. ):
my friend told me that because this year is a tiger year and bla bla bla..
we shouldn’t paint our nails red and wear too much of red bajus. ):
must use more blue to neutralize whatever shit it is..
aih, chinese new year i like to wear red red one lorh but noww.. pfft

call me superstitious.

* i went to leisure mall’s secret recipe alone to study. love the oh-so-comfortable sofa. (:

Media law’s midterm is finally over now. what a relieve.
i wonder what kind of marks will my lecturer gave me.
i did put in hard work and effort, but i know the way i study do not work quite well for me.
i’m a real tortoise when it comes to reading the text book, understanding it and whatsoever.
last night was really tensed.
study study study. headache. went to bed but couldn’t fall asleep.
get up, study study study. headache again. went to bed again. and i repeated this cycle for a couple of times. fml
i only have like, 2 hours of sleep.

but other than that, the exam seems to went well.
it seems like i do know the answer but then again, i dare not put in too much of high hope.
what if i get really low marks. omgwtf. *shivers*

* this is what accompanied me at secret recipe. i surprised myself by ordering chocolate strawberry cake.

why did i picked chocolate strawberry cake?
off to bed now. i have yet to recover from my 2-hour-sleep.

i’ve got no idea why i like all this kind of crap.
something for you guys before i hit the sack.
i hope my mom’s going to shopping tomorrow so i can tag along. (:

Graduated High School.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.

Cut yourself.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school/class.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary blog.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American Idol.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.

bold ones are not true. in case you thought i’m that wild.
no drugs. no liquor. no ciggie.
well, for the moment it is .

the only thing that is addictive .and a yes. is ♥

i did my hair!!! hee :]

cut short my fringe. perm it and highlighted it again.
highlighted orange but i turned out quite redish.
cant really see the perm here . it didn’t use the right thing to blow dry my hair. :X
do i look okay in it? my friend say i look rock. :\

anyway. i went for sherlock holmes just now and the show is awesome.
i know i’m a little slow but i can hardly find kakis for movies.
watch it if you haven’t. love the settings and the characters. (:

i’m full with make up in the picture above.
because i’m going to zouk now. bwahah!
bye lovelies.

is malaysia’s weather killing you yet?
it definitely is killing me softly hotly. omgbbq!

i wanted to switch on my air-con but mom keeps stressing about the electric bill.
as her lousy daughter, all i can do is to help her save some money and continue to sweat like a pig.
i feel as if i’m inside an oven typing this out. maximum hotness.

anyway. finally here’s my tattoo pictures.
it has been almost a week. the tattoo is no longer pain, but it itches like mad now.

* i keep pinching and pinching the pillow i’m hugging…

* …because tattooing on the feet is effing x10 pain!

* so pain till i go ‘eh eh stop. i cannot already. WAH WHY SO PAIN ONE?’ T______T

* this picture very hard to take one you know. almost all the time i was in pain. boo

and here is my swollen pig’s feet.
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* TADAA! wtf! now you get what i mean by swollen? i kid you not. LOOK how serious it is. the pain, omg. i’ll let you do the imagination.

* and there. now my feet is back to normal size.

that’s a cancer ribbon and the colour is teal.
which means liver cancer.
which is what took my dad away from me.
the date where he left us. and the date where his pain left him.

fuck cancer.

edited:
right. almost forget to mention.
i did it at blackcat sunway by kevin.
he’s real good .he puts in a lot of heart and effort while tattooing.
he did it slow and nice.
such small ribbon, he uses three colours.
he’s good. tattoo artist from blackcat is good.
their work are very nicely down.

ok. byebye

i’ve heard this line for a few times ,mostly from different people.
and then i feel guilty for not updating.

which is why i’m here crapping again. gah!
no pictures of my tattoo yet .
because my feet now is kinda swollen. few days ago it looks like a pig’s feet. or leg. or whatever.

can you imagine the pain?
it is so friggin pain until my feet is swollen .omfg! okay, more on that later when i post about it.

went to chic pop bazaar at ttdi plaza yesterday. super stuffy. i prefer zouk.
larger. more stalls. cooler. nicer. and with toilet for you to try the clothes.

there’s a lady, giving out survey and if you fill it up you’ll get freebies. *grins*
free manicure. free massage. and free astral predictions.
but sigh. there’s so many people. i didn’t get the free manicure and massage. ):
i bought some stuff for chinese new year again. ngehe :’D

anyway, the weather is real bad these days.
i’m having sore throat already. i hope it wont get worse. ):
please take good care of yourselves too.
drink more water. (:

3.24 am right now.
i went to catch a very hilarious movie with my friends. Old Dog.
and i’m glad that i did not stay at home.

it helps.
but now that i’m finally home, typing this.
it creeps into my mind again.

i thought i wouldn’t feel that much pain since it’s already the tenth.
but i’m wrong. i feel even worse.

exactly ten years ago. at this hour. you left.
remember how i lean on the bed. holding your hand ever so tightly and called you.
‘ba ba’

fuck. i’m not even finish and i’m already crying. fml
well fine. i don’t know what to say anymore.
wish you were here. as always.

dad. i’m pretty fine.
i hope you’re doing good too.
i’m getting a tattoo tomorrow.

it says.
fuck cancer.