HUH??

i hardly use my facebook.
and i hardly bother about the friends request.
i had 99 pending requests.
accepted a few and was left with 66.
so just a few minutes ago i decided to accept the rest.
opened it.
jeng jeng jeng jeng.
Linda Lewis.
mummy? is that you?
hahahaha.
well, after she left her 'funkyma' on friendster.
didnt think she'd start facebook.
i actually said out loud, HUH!
eyes went big and woah, should have caught it on camera.

p/s: im tired! i need a massage, badly.

the wonder of my room.

i accomplished quite a lot today.
cleaned my room. spring clean.
wait, no it cant be. it was maaaasive!
the wonder of my room.
well, i found a lot of funny things in the room.
esp in my study table cupboard.
to name a few.

• extracted molars. 4 pretty ones, oh very long as well. eww!
• form 3 'kemahiran hidup' coloured light bulb project with batteries.
• primary school report card and everything in primary.
• form 3 PMR's slip, the one you present while seating for your papers.
• the line of brackets for my braces, after removing them.
• letters,notes and cards from the past, somehow the cards still look brand new.
• the machine pictures taken in 2003 or 4? looking goofy with my friends.
• birthday cards dated 2001?

thats one of those weird things i found and well, no comments. its funny how i enjoy collecting rubbish. rubbish to me at least because it has taken up space and has been collecting dust. some rubbish i enjoy collecting.

• boxes, from perfumes or anything la!
• empty perfume bottles.
• wrapping papers and ribbons, whatever comes with the wrapping.
• plastic and paper bags.
• tag labels from clothes, bags, etc.

well there were a lot of things that i couldnt bring myself to throw. i actually dumped the lot into the waste bag and after a few minutes, i dugged it all out. shucks me! but well, i've collected two bags of things, dont ask what, from my small room. i dont wish to know what i've thrown because i will probably go and take it all out yet again.

the reason why im cleaning up everything is because i need to paint my walls. oh that reminds me. i went to the handiman shop with my chinese uncle. and he was doing the talking for me. while talking to the lady in charge, i noticed she was staring at me for quite a bit.

conversation took place, of course, in cantonese, duh.

"hei hai cham ah?" ..... she's mix?

"hai" .... yes, said my uncle.

"ho lang ah" ..... very pretty.

i smiled, looking dumb, it happens. i guess. :)

oh and another conversation took place, i was talking to best friend. and i told her that im home and i just got the paint and bla!

"oh you mean the people are at your house to paint?"

"no, you mean me. i am the painter."

this will officially be my first time painting, for real. exciteeeeeeed! :)

n.b. pictures of my room will be up tomorrow before or maybe after the painting begins.

eXcited

psst, can you keep a secret?
i cant handle it. (:

so its bye bye bye to my room.
and hello, welcome to my new room.

im excited.
but before i do anything, pictures of my room deff will be up.
why?
cos my rectangle has had A LOT of memories.
a lot, means a lot la ha.

its high time i owned my space.
and i really deserve it.
so, in a few weeks, i will be having.......
my room warming.
and anything will be fine for my room.

aunty says im room is a.tro.cious!
for starters, somehow mummy actually allowed me to write on my wall at a very old' age.

p/s: painting begins tomorrow. im all geared!

..

the after effect of crying long sucks.
it burns and hurts like a baboon!

p/s: im really really tired but i cant sleep!

boys are naturally a lil stupid.
throw bombs at them.

so what?
stupid is still there.
who cares if its a lil?

"i never had such a pathetic saturday" ever?

throw big rocks.

okay.
calm down irene lewis!
"come on irene come on come on"... this makes me smile, somehow.

im fuming, im bursting, im just not-in-the-mood.
no, its not that-bloody-time-of-the-month.
why would i be angry? why would i be sad?
i've got a superb family.
i've got great friends.
something wrong with me then?
no, nothing is wrong with me.
im fine.
argh..... these damns words cant do anything, cant do shits.
icons and symbols. :)
hah!

im bla bla bla bla bla!
iehignedipnepvongpenw'vbnd NGEWIE PEPV NFNBEH JKL

i banged on the keyboard.
not working.
flimsy men.

dots

when i stare at the computer, its like i've forgotten everything.
my mind is blank and lost for words to press on the keyboard.
gah!

looking at the thousands of pictures in my computer,
realized that i have changed, tre.men.dous.ly
changes i see, changes...

so.... i left at insecurites.
somehow i dont wish to continue it.
lets talk happy. (:

its funny, its interesting, its weird, its a wonder...
why somehow i make my birthday a big deal.
damn right it is, but i dont ask for much.
not much at least, i think.

well well, oh this is a must tell.
after years, no i mean years..
i followed daddy to the fish shop, to get ping ping food.
walking in, i thought about how about guppi's in my room again.
it's been sometime so why not?
note: my guppi's never live long because they always freeze to death. (:
anyhoo, thats not the point.

n. b. i was wearing home clothes, hair tied up.
point is......
i was walking around the shop, mind you the shop is a run down apek shop, pretty fugly.
so i was squating and playing with the hamsters and then when i decided to get up,
this man, my dad's age? indian bugger came up to me, pointing at this packet of "only he knows what", asked
"how much is this?" while pointing at the price tag.
i read, rm4.
but i replied, "i dont know" giving him this what-the-flimsy-stare.
common, i do not look like the chinese man's daughter right no?
or do i look like an indonesian maid working there?
sigh, this tan not doing good with indian my fathers age men.
hahaha...
so yeah, i should shoot men like that!
duh, obvious he wanted to talk to me.
i straight walked to daddy and told him what happened.
i mean common,
do i look like im working there?????
doesnt make sense to me. bleh!
enough about old indian men trying to start conversation.

moving on...
remember the writings on my wall?
remember my room?
well, too many.. mummy and daddy taught them well.
no writing on the walls.
i think i've grown now.
my walls have really sweet and sour memories.
but its high time i painted it orange and yellow. :)
you know what i mean.
will take pictures of the latest before it goes back to how it should be.

i love my friends.
they make me happy.
very happy.

p/s: i need a make over for my room.

untitiled..

siting/sitting in the computer lab.
no i do not do this in weird places.
i usually and only do this in my sanctuary.
but i am alone for now, and there's just been so much that has happened over the week.
and it only runs wild in my head, not strawed out into words.
its noisy, college students talking, doing assignments, etc.
and i am alone at the far end typing this.

reasons are one too many...
a lot has happened, i cant begin.
but talking about blogs, i do not have comment spaces and chat boxes on my blog because i dont want people having their own communication in my blog.

talking about living my life....
i was thinking of working.
or maybe i should shut up about it.
because nobody tends to agree with me that hell, i can do it.
i seem like a spoiled brat, cant get my hands on chores.
but ahem, i was playing maid the day before yesterday.....

talking about one tree hill.
i managed to get season 5 on dvd.
i have part 1, and i hate being left half hanging.
epi 11, "you cannot marry lindsey"
and it ends...point?!

talking about hair. on the head i mean. hah!
looking at pictures, the recent ones i mean.
im bored of my hair and was thinking what i should do with it.
well, i will make do.

.....on insecurities, im insecure.

and my lecturer just walks in and i cant vomit that part out.

p/s: i got my car. (: "sang leng leng fatt" 3008

damn right, it hurts

i fed kimm tonight.
and looking at her eat her biki,
i realised something...

the bowl she was eating from was BJ's.
and i was squating just near where kakak put him when she brought him back.
after we found him dead.
ouch.
damn, the tears were filling up my eyes.
painful memory.

and then i got up after kimm ate and walked in with tears welling in my eyes.....

edwin nathan turns 24!

there were thousands of pictures of us.

but none could beat this.

yes there were nicer ones, deff!

but this was the most recent.

and its classic.

i said open eyes big big and flair your nose.

the result.

we looked at it and laughed after we took it.

and laughed.

and laughed.

selamat ulang tahun bos EPAC!

mmmmm....

i did the dishes tonight.
alright i havent done this in ions!
so not having my kakak around is like "woah"!!!!!!
im lost, to be honest.
i have been depending on her so much.
much much much.

im going to miss this...
"kak, tolong bawa babi saya, thank you"
so if i want bubu i have to take her myself.

i dont know how to operate the washing machine.
so mama has to teach me soon enough.
i dont know how to iron, or rather i dont know the technique.
bleh!

i dont understand why the bed must be made when i wake up.
after all, im going to plonk on it at night again.
so no explanation would make me change my mind on it.
but yea, make it if everyone insist i do.
and it must be something to do with culture.

olden days,people said...
not appropriate to bring people into the room.

so care explaining if no one is seeing your messy bed,
whats the use i make it every morning then?
when it is going to be messy by night.
sorry, im spoiled.
trying to un-spoil myself is difficult.
no such word, you know.
heard of irene's web dictionary.
now you got it.
:)

"missus D
missus I
missus F F I
missus C
missus U
missus L T Y"
from Mathilda.

rantings. no, stories i would say.

so bla bla bla.
weekend is over.
back to uni.
suck, big time.
anyhoo, its reality.
back to it.
:)

port dickson was well how should i put it?
nah, cant seem to describe it.
but well, its going to be good memories.

durian. jet ski. food. massage. pool. kayak. sea. barbeque. taboo. eggs and flour. late nights. sea breeze. long talks.

my keywords, basically.
to end it, i ate durian in the hotel room.

that was fantasy land.
now snapping back to reality!

today is monday.
black monday.
couldnt wake up.
no, i actually did.
but too tired.
wouldnt say i was lazy.
uni ended.
and BAM reality.....

no one is at home.
no kakak.
no granny.

well, they were the two people i had come home to ALL my years living.
(note: ALL)
and today, i walked into the house with no one to greet.
no one to open my gate, i had to open it myself.

there has got to be a first time to everything.
so...
my first time being alone at home.

it is pretty freaky.
with a brain like mine, duh!
i think of the weirdest thingS.
what sucks.
i imagine it too.
anyhoo, im managing.
with gods help for sure.

then i realised.
i am becoming rusty at birthday plannings.
or maybe it just happens when it comes to this certain someone.
not rusty, just want the best but cant seem to give the best.

i am just wondering.
why does money seem to make people happy?
why is it NECESSARY to buy a birthday present?
what happened to the presence?
it can be said as a token of appreciation.
but heck, it doesnt make sense to me.....

p/s: im tanned. im talking exotic.

"no need to cherish luxuries, cos everything come and go"

blank.

there seem to be so much of things that is running around my mind.

playing merry-go-round.

but nothing seems that interesting that needs to be shouted out and loud.

this weekend is going to be a blast, deff.

its edwin's birthday do in port dickson.

how nice is it to bring your truck load of friends for a time of fun and booze.

in my context, the sun, sea, sand.

moving on..

i was pretty upset yesterday.

and so i went out with best friend.

i dont know how it relates but...

i was upset and i got myself a new pair of birkenstock.

pathetic but in a way, satisfied.

the flu bug is dying.

phew!

but my cough is getting from bad to worst.

my nose kinda stopped running.

phew!

talking about birthdays...

ah boy.

my best would be my sweet 16.

not so much of a presents but presence.

anyhoo, its coming.

i so excited la!

p/s: i love luncheons, chilis and late nights with the lewis'.

oh i went to the zoo!

this new friend of mine was sitting and posing there.

we were at the hut and he was the first fella i saw.

he was a bit poser-ish as he was showing us his stunts of swinging.

but everytime he was done posing, he'd come and sit as he is.

MR. GIBBS! :)

somehow i think this giant mammal is adorable.

i saw him the first time and couldnt take a good shot.

it was drizzling.

so i went back for another.

MR. EFELANT! :)

i thought they were waiting for me to make photos.

so i flash flash and caught a few poses.

ze models of GIFFY's land.

we called him and he came to us.

and before we left, we were entertained.

so the zoo is well maintained. at least i think it is. after donkey years.....