update.S

hi world.

location: pulau duyong, terengganu
current job: data entry.ing
listening to: you and me (i forgot)
mood: ok-ok only lah
to do: nothing

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and when monsoon cup begins...

job: team hostess
country: sweden
team name: victory challenge

p.s. surviving.. snaps

i forgot the date.

christmas is in less than a month. :)

i am off to work.
goodbye world.

they call me love

why do people run away from problems?

scared?
not ready?
i dont know?

sometimes i wonder if here is my begining.

alright peasants..
i am off tomorrow.
and un.sure when i will blog again.
perhaps a new leaf when i get home.

p.s. im excited about christmas. (: secret later.

manicure please.

holiday = money
no money = no holiday

simple math for the slow.

it has been fridays, chilis, alexis, just thai,...
and living as though the money tree is alive, when in fact it is dead.

here comes the interesting part.
we went for an interview yesterday and walked out saying no.

and when God works wonders, he does.
no maybe's..

as ulu as it may seem, my first job without the bounds of family ties.
away and away, in terengganu.
i am definitely looking at the bigger picture. (:
experience and money, of course.

10 days,... away from my family
argh, the reason why i have chosen to study in malaysia. :p

p.s. im going to miss you

dior

un.edit.ed

you see my imperfections.

i like

i cant smile, with my mouth closed.

you will understand.

i got to take a little time, in my life.

i just bathe jimmy, remember him right?
and i took out close to 12 bottles, 4 heels and a whole load of dust from my car.

i know -_-
dont say it.

the begining of the ending was good.
holiday, bongok.
mist on wednesday night with not the whole bunch but a quat.
and i wait patiently..
alexis on thursday afternoon was much enjoyed.
and i wait patiently..
mid valley on friday afternoon was awesome.
and i wait patiently..

FOR MORE!
tell me not to wait.
because im hanging on. :)

tell me not to wait.
please

back to work. now....

i cant sleep, TOO excited.

psst, guess what?
IM DONE!

and the feeling is un.explain.able

p.s. complete: year two

irene, im so proud of you.

the essence of nonsense

caught up.

i am sick, tired, annoyed, and gah!

lets grow up.
we're gonna graduate next year.
if you're on the same par as me la.

anyway.
i am at a crossroad.
the traffic light is green.
everyone behind me is honking.
im not moving.
im lost.

p.s. i need to get things straight.

prank/sunday

i feel bad.
but it was fun.
i played two girls - no i didnt play physically with them.
i acted.

dont get?
its a prank, moron.

today was crazy and fun.
i cried so much and smiled so big. :)

well, out of the blue the 'well' in me burst.
like for real.
sobbing on my bed, it felt good to let go the water in me.
-_-

so im going to reach the finish line.
just slowing down because im panting, like a dog.
stupid dog still chasing.
what is this game huh?
dog chase?

p.s. i am happy, no less.

i did not promise you anything, but i stayed forever.

i handed in one assignment today.
three more to go.
i will be done, then.

as for now, it felt good handing in my assignment.
because the days just pass faster from now on.

chatting with my girlfriends all over the world makes me smile.
looking at the dumb pictures we took makes me smile.

the feeling only last for awhile.
so, hey...
enjoy while it last. :)

light on

funny how i am such a sad person on my blog and a complete stranger in person.

situation: in nighty, with hair un.wash.ed and it feels so good.

today is the 9th.
i know you know it too.
fact, i have 9 days to go.
and i will be a free bird.

my goal today is to start on one assignment and shed light into another.
my goal was to complete one assignment by sunday, and yes i did it.

now i shout,
yes i can!

i had a pretty 'ouch' conversation last night.
reality was slapped across all sides of my face.
painful. but i am living with it.
i could not sleep. and so i was talking to him*.
[god lah!]
and i told him, let me put my past behind.

in life, instead of a proper closure, which i always wanted, i now look at it in a more positive light. the half hanging story would do. i wont be fussy, at least not for this.

and so last night, i said...
i want the attention. but i guess i am no where near a football match.
DO YOU GET IT?

i am learning...

oh and triple must,...
we had a debate in school.
atheism vs. believers.
ah, it was hilarious.
and i just ended up saying,...
look, i am happy as long as you believe in a god.
HAPPY.

and the greatest feeling is to have so much of faith in someone you cant even see physically.
funny dont you think? how you have so much of faith in him than a person you see real life?

p.s. its monday. not manic. =X

assignment lah!

damnation, i begin.

it is the 7th of november.
oh my, i plan on completing one assignment by tomorrow.

maths time.
4 assignments
4-1=3
three!
to be completed in one week.
one!

mmmm, no comments.
wait, i will be done.

looking at the bigger picture..... where?

p.s. i am not happy.

i had to.

i woke up this morning.
its only 11 am, i have till 12 - then i shall get myself ready for school.
walking about, i really didnt want to be connected to the cyberworld.
so what else can i do? the tv is on to a radio station [self understood]
and i sat on the handle of the couch, to see what was in store today.
news i mean.

first up.
smack on the front page, taking the top half of the page, a chinese lady being consoled by relatives as she mourn the passing of her son [pic]. IS THIS NECESSARY?

this is when journalists intrude families while they mourn their loss and be so inconsiderate to publish such a picture. when do journalist draw the line and respect privacy? perhaps another picture would have been good, probably a happier family portrait? gah!

second.
flipping the page, the headline reads along the lines of maid goes to jail for six years after she tried to poison her employer. taking the top quater of the page, the maid cuffed escorted by police [pic-face visible]. IS THIS NECESSARY?

if a malaysian was sent to jail, a picture would be published though their face would not have been visible [immaterial if they are covering it]. since, she was not of our nationality, she deserved it? when do journalist take a step back and perhaps only report the news instead of publishing a picture? think about the family though they may not be in malaysia, newspapers are online these days. gah!

i closed the newspaper, i did not even read it.
and i sit my ass on this big chair ranting away.
i study journalism ethics.
explains enough?
read the codes for cying out loud.

p.s. what a fantastic start of the day.

four girls. less than an hour.

Read: Creative Writing tutorial exercise Week 11

As I climbed the rickety stairs to the office of the nasally voiced man, I could hear his voice echoing down the stairwell. Carefully, I threaded step-by-step towards the door, held ajar by a lacy, red brassiere. Peering in, a bright light flashed before my eyes. I was stunned. I found myself amazed that such important workd could be done here.

I gathered my courage as as I opened the door, a young looking chap with bright blue eyes extended his hand to me with a smirk across his face. "You must be the new girl", he said. It was then that I realised that he was the nasally voiced man who notified me about the job. Mr. Eros, as he identified himself, told me to freshen up.

I walked behind the velvety curtains and brushed on some mascara, slapped on some lipstick and slipped on my uniform. I wanted to look my best on my first day of work. As I was getting ready, I overheard Mr. Eros excitedly claim, "Her angelic face gives off a certain aura that we are looking for". My heart was thumping and my head was in a state of turmoil as I felt the pressure to perform.

I was then introduced to Apple, my mentor for today. She looked serene and calm amidst the chaotic atmosphere in the office. The flame-haired beauty clad in lush, pink bathrobe trotting in her stilettos escorted me to a tiny room filled with scented candles and rose petals around a heart-shaped bed.

As we both took off our robes, I took a deep breath right before I heard the director shout "Action!". The fine art of pornography is not something to be taken lightly. One needs to be aware of the mental and physical preparation needed. People such as Apple can only be admired for the work that is quietly done behind the scenes so that situations which may seem stormy and overly criticised in the depths of human society can be understood and seen in a new perspective.

for my grandfather.

we went to kong kong's rest house today.
blessing of the graves - for all souls day

and por por said in cantonese, kong kong is very happy - so many flowers.

indeed, we know he is.

scanning around, there were many people.
all there with one reason, to pray and commemorate the lives of their loved ones.

some crying, many quiet.

as for us, we prayed, of course.

but we also talked and laughed and joked.

good memories.

this is to kong kong with love and happiness.

p.s. his secret for a century, only we know. (;

i have been through this before.

perhaps with a guy? mmm

okay its sunday.
lets blog happy.
reading my blog, i sound so *insert what you feel like*... -_-

funny how its 11.15 and im sitting my nice ass at home.
am usually in church, but yea.
you wonder? mmm, attended sunset mass, sing song sang.
and apparently people complimented us.
it gives me* the inspiration to sing even though i cant. -___-
[notice how i used *, i am not saying you]

so i gave myself a new hair colour.
though it looks black - it wasnt suppose to be black.
it's okay. nothing goes your way all the time eh?

shit, its november already!
let me explain why the chicken.ness.

november 13 - journalism ethics - research paper
november 16 - creative and feature writing for the media - feature story
november 16 - international media communications - news analysis
november 18 - introduction to digital media - html website

november 18 - party
november 19 - sleep in
november 20 - party
november 21 - *insert what i feel like*

nah, chicken.ness?
i will face it like a brave woman.
HAHAHAHHA!

its sunday morning.
the vibe is out.

p.s. it is going to be okay. (;