try and be a smart liar.

i think its been three weeks of up and downs and downs and downs. i am sick tired of this.

doctor, can you treat this psycho patient.

thanks

keep it up, idiots.

today has been trying. i think this is a test.
today has been trying. can i get out of the mess?

patience is next to god. im trying.

im waiting!

why didnt you leave a text? my phone is showing 0301. :s call me back. or at least sms me. im sorry i missed your call. :(( 

up for grabs.

just say it.

yellow yellow dirty fellow

i need two happy shots and a pint of love.

why do we try and all we do is cry?

ctrl + S

one tequila

two tequila

three tequila

FLOOR

spastic.

i sit with a masked face. it's been awhile since i actually pampered myself at home. but what's weird is that somehow i cant seem to focus when it is on my face. so i only do light things like, blogging, rubbing lotion, clean table, etc. so i sit away and blog before i actually get down to serious business. oh yes, i have an assignment due, a report that is, and its due next friday. but somehow, someone or something is having such a great force on me, that i really really dont feel like doing my research. ah, i thought i was alone with this, apparently the girls are feeling just the same. its like no mood to do it, lantaklah is the attitude. funny how i only do this when its the final semester.

that said, today i sent in my internship application, fingers crossed, i get a call tomorrow.

so, what i realised while bathing tonight was.. i use my right hand to do everything, carry the pail, hold the bottle, carry the bag, open the door, put on my shoes, hold the mouse, open the gate, hold the phone, on the switch. and my poor leftie is left dangling like a little poor limb. so i've been trying to use it more frequent. and today carrying my handbag, it kept slipping off my shoulders. and tonight holding the pail filled with water, i couldn't even lift it high enough. irene has a left side weakling.

gah. my mask is already dry. this calls for hitting the assignment now. trying is better than not trying. right right?

p.s. received a comment today, saying my hair is too long and i should cut it. please comment. :))

tilt your head.

tomorrow is monday

i should let it be because it aint worth fighting for.
i should do my own thing and not give a flying fcuk about her.

right my friend? correct me if im wrong. :p

nice to know that people still read my blog. =)
either because they want to know whats going on with me, or being plain kepo or they just find my blog full of nonsense that they like to read. nevertheless, ribuan terima kasih.

p.s. somewhere out there..

goodnight.

it is amazing how i still care for your feelings, and i dont want you to interpret what i write as sarcasm on a platter for you. really, i have a heart. its just that sometimes, its covered with...FAT? (:

today i laughed, a lot. and got irritated by the boys, a lot. being the only girl in a swamp of boys has its pros and cons. but basically, it only results in a good time and non stop 'ha ha ha ha ha'. overdosed on laughing.

anyway, on a different note altogether. have you any idea why my post are always short, in short sentences and light? yeap, talk about attention span on a blog. nada.

last night, one two drinks made me a little woozy. and i drove home. "/ wth is wrong with irene?

tomorrow is due date for submission of resume to the school. shit, i cant believe i am actually applying for a job already. creeps me.

oh oh, and today while we 'walk walk', we entered a goldsmith. diamonds and platinum or poh kong, i cant remember. but all i remember is the rock that i saw. it wasnt a big one, only rm3000 ++. mm, but it was beautiful. and i want it. (:

p.s. i need to update my resume NOW

i bumped into a swine.

in my head runs a hundred things that i'd like to say to this ho bag in school. she's crossed my path ample times but i've been so calm about it. she had the guts to even lie in my face. sigh. and the next time she asks me the same question, that kid is going to see a new irene. i have been so patient, ignoring her for most. but really, since its the last semester, LET ME BE. seriously, im waiting for monday. (:: 

oh happy day!

two overseas call came in, last night and this morning.
sometimes when you least expect it, it comes your way.

to do: take passport size photo for resume. "/

i want to break free.

at the computer, song blasting through the speakers, i sing along. and entertain my family. believe you me, i really want to break free. thinking about it, i always entertain. your turn. :p

peace and joy

...you read my blog and you go

"wth is she saying?"

its simple, i dont even know what i am saying.
but perhaps when you've figured it out, share it with me.

p.s. helloyou.aremyentriesstillaboretoyou? "/

i.want.to.be.a.rockin.robin

between 21 and 30, changes are drastic.
that is the right word.

hihi

i deserve a whack in the head for being kepo. and again, it irritates me. "/

sometimes i feel like i am too nice. i am known for being the person who initiates; conversations, outings, calls, SMSes, etc. and i always feel that it is okay to be the bigger person. what wont kill me will make me stronger. okay, so i do deserve a pat on the back. (:

when life gives you ice, you hold it till your fingers turn blue and then you scream, AAAAAA!

funny how my friends call me 'lewis'. but i must say there is a nice ring to it.
lewis i will be, and not to forget, i will stick with my maiden name.
not.a.blunder

p.s. today we bought slippers. and now i have a red side and a blue side.

p.s.s i am sorry but your face irritates me. okay, i shall not look at it. :) are we all happy now?

3000 word report due on the 8th of october.

progressed. HOORA!

so what?

interracial marriages are all too common.
chindians are running everywhere.

you are ordinary when your dad is indian.
you are rare when your dad is chinese.

you are ordinary if people assume that you are malay.
you are rare when you look either more chinese or indian.

i tell you what,..
i am malaysian.
[read my title]

irene, good morning.

knowing that a 3000 word report is due in two weeks, i set my alarm for 9 in the morning. gempak to get up early, kick start the day early, etc. as i only went to bed at approximately 3 in the morning, i just could not wake up when the alarm rang. this is how it went.

alarm rings - 9 am.

snooze 1 - 9.05 am.

snooze 2 - 9.10 am.

snooze 3 - 9.15 am.

snooze 4 - 9.20 am.

snooze 5 - 9.25 am.

no snooze button - stop alarm.

sleep.

set alarm - 10 am.

alarm rings - 10 am.

snooze 1 - 10.05 am.
snooze 2 - 10.10 am.
snooze 3 - 10.15 am.
snooze 4 - 10.20 am.
snooze 5 - 10.25 am.

no snooze button - stop alarm.

sleep.

set alarm - 11 am.

and then i woke up. without the alarm. "/

i can't seem to wake up early these days. like for real.

why irene why?

that's junior

a gentle cock.

tweety bird

something just doesn't seem right. and i am not sure if it is the effects of waking up on the wrong side of the bed, or having a bad meal for lunch, or the fact that i have yet to digest the fact that i have an assignment due next week and the week after.

that said, today i wrote a hundred word on why dress code should not be deemed as a criteria in portraying high standards of self-image. get with the deal, fashion is overrated like that and everyone tries to show differentiation through what they wear. what so hard to comprehend. the day students start dressing up properly to school is when they make uniform the dress code. enough on that.

heck, i have to write a 500 word critique right now that is due at eight. and i also need to start storming on my research paper. mmm, ...

oh yes, pandora is coming to town. my town.

all smiles.

i like this picture.

you like?

ms. angry speaks...

i am so pist right now, i can kill a bull, or drive into a wall.

why are men dumb like that? they dont just drive me up the wall, they brake 5 times on the way up and jam the damn brakes when they reach the top.

the word 'anything' should not [read: NOT] be an answer when a question is asked.

is there a place called anything?

is there something that we can do that is called anything?

men are stupid like that. and they dont get any wiser when they say anything.

say something, freak.

and no, not "something". :)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! think.

i like being blank.

the sleep during facial. one of the best sleeps i get. and also the rare occasion of thinking that i do. and then my brain runs so far ahead of me, i pant while trying to catch up.

____________

school begins tomorrow. and i am not prepared. not mentally ready.

i am finally done with catherine anderson's star bright. i need a new book.

my hair went for treatment. finally. and i hope it picks up.

____________

spatches. i had a moment with her yesterday. and it made me really happy. you might be wondering, why. its simple, me and spatches, we dont get along. how pathetic. i guess she's still not fond of me. she only likes me when i feed her, and she hates it when i pick her up. she is smart though. and bigger now. we'll see how it goes. and no i dont think a company would change things. will leave it at that.

___________

i think tummy is calling. bye for now.

lazy

nyeh. the house pc kaput and the laptop is in the bag. too lazy to even get it out but the need to blog is there. so resort to mobile uploads without the ability to space bar my sentences and justify my paragraphs. =/ heck, today i went for facial and it looks like chicken pox on my face. no concealer can do its wonders, i think. gah! tonight is quiet night, on the bed reading my book. not hitting the clubs because i dont want the dirty atmosphere to make my face looking more like poopies. oh and its not chicken pox, i forgot. my friends call it stung by bees. well, right now, i just couldn't give a damn. so goodnight world. i am off to continue on star bright. laters aligators! (;

i ♥ mama

mama is 50 and fabulous!

boom boom boom boom

somehow i just love planning birthdays. and today, as i was planning a good friends birthday with her best friend, i realised how lucky she was to have a best friend. and how fortunate i was to be part of the planning of her birthday. mm, and they still say we try.

can.you.surprise.me?

p.s. i just got back from port dickson. and our stay at avillion was amazing. and the floating spa, i coul not resist.

i tell you, by 30 i will have a spa, up and running. floating or not, entahlah. as long as i have a therapist, ready for me. (: umm, yeah now you know.

pretty please with lots of cherries on the top...

i need a favour.
so we entered the covershots contest on FACEBOOK and we need your votes.

its easy peasy. simple dimple!

[hahah, im lame. but did you know there is an online rhyming dictionary?]

back to my point, here's the steps.for.dummy

1. click on covershots
2. join the group
3. click on the picture below
4. LIKE it

thanking you in advance. (:

assignment done.

pink doctors scrubs

and men in pink? nasty. :P

it makes me happy...

looking back at the thousands of pictures i have of my birthday [thanks to all the photographers]..

everyone enjoyed. everyone danced. everyone ate. and everyone mabuk. (:

i miss the kids.

famke and nynke.

they are adorable.

(:

here.

it has been so hectic hence the lack of update.


the reason why i chose not to do final year abroad..
mama's 50th
mr. and mrs. lewis' 25th anniversary.
because i wanted to plan this. and i did. and it happened. it was a good party. everyone had fun. and of course mama had a blast. that mattered more than anything in the world. (:

pictures soon. this time for real.

paper dolls.

some people are just born with good features. really good.

big eyes..

long eye lashes...

sharp nose...

dimple...

thick brows...

nice jaw line...

straight teeth...

high cheek bone..

average forehead..

and olive skin.

so is this how you describe good features, irene?

well, yearp.

i was looking at pictures of a friend, she is beautiful and she has made it big in the filming industry in india. and i was admiring her good features.

SO, me? what about?

i wear falsies because i have close to nothing..

i draw the ends of my brows because it looks like the rat ate it off...

i still have fixed on retainers that is keeping my teeth straight...

BUT above all, i still thank god for my features. (:

while many love the way they look, there are still people out there who are not even happy with their gender. tonight i saw stunning paper dolls. dancing all over the men. gah.

nice breast, fake or real?

nice body, fake or real?

nice skin, fake or real?

nice hair, fake or real?

sometimes it doesnt matter to men, as long as it looks good to them. what more after a few drinks?

as for me, at least when you poke me, you feel a slight bounce to it. it only shows that it is real. (::

well, what else can i say? i only continue to thank god for what i have.

p.s. detour in assignment.

fine.

i love you ice cream.

i for irene.

i for ice cream.

(:

dedicated to you lah.

andrea wong.
i miss you. and i love you.

shall we do BT?
shall we do the movies?
shall we indulge in expensive food?
shall we do hair?

this is what i wanted you to read in my blog. :D