Copykate

On 17th of June 6.48pm, I received a Facebook message from someone named Amber Lau Shin Yi expressing her interest in buying my second hand clothes. I found it rather odd coming from a stranger as we weren't even friends on Facebook. But then again, she could have been my blog reader or Facebook follower as most contents on my profile are on public setting.

is to stay single throughout the year

but not with the crayon.

I like how the sun shines on my hair.

Copper blonde, as it appears.

In case you didn’t notice, I’ve switched my hair back to side parting because someone said I looked very cheena with my centre parting. Not that I despise cheena people but the comment was obviously meant to be a harsh one. And I missed my side parting hence the new look (which looks not much different anyway cause my centre parting wasn’t too centre LOL).

Why am I so chubby?????



I’ve been wearing tank top a lot lately. Feeling the effect of global warming. This afternoon was so hot I sweated right after shower! =(

To be honest I have a rather unattractive at-home look which you wouldn’t want to see. Bra-less with a tank top, ugly spectacles on a nude face and with hair all clipped-up like a middle-aged housewife.

Eyeliner is my life-saver. Teehee. Don’t you love our long wavy hair? That’s my youngest sis, Gigi. Her hair is naturally wavy, even wavier than mine! Nice right! *jealous*



Okay enough of random talks. Gonna yumcha at Ahpeng wantanmee now! Hiak hiak. But I hate the wantan cause they taste really porky. Yuck!

What do you think I was doing? Running errands with mum! HAHA she’ll keeeel me when she sees this.



Yet another self-obsessed post. This is me with ugly eye-bags.



This is me without fugly eye-bags.



Wtfreak damn wuliao I know.

Okay gotta sleep, have a plane to catch tomorrow. Will keep you updated from down under, I hope! XD

I am a sucker for men’s jackets. There’s always something charming of guys who offer me their jackets especially during car rides. A simple gesture makes me feel loved and secured.



Although this Oxford jacket was offered by a girl named Venus. Teehee.

I need more.

Hello peeps, I’m leaving to JB tomorrow! Won’t be back till Monday, and might even extend my stay. Will be working for PC Fair, so if anyone is going there, please drop by and say hi! Hopefully my job won’t be that boring T.T

No updates until I’m free again! Okay not that anyone cares. *sobs* wtfreak. I love job offers (provided they’re highly paid ones). They keep me occupied and save me from i-am-rotting-at-home syndrome. But it’s really frustrating that certain jobs have to be on the same days! If only I can clone myself and work in 3 different places at the same time =/

Heading to bed now. I shall continue packing tomorrow. Nitex.

So I got a B for my A-Level's which really ruined my life.

My one and a half year of efforts are wasted.

The Olive @ Genting Highlands. The most luxurious meal I had this year, and possibly ever.



Armani chocolate.



From Armani Dolci.



The same Giorgio Armani suit for 10days.



Cappuccino refreshes my mind.



The werewolves ate the last T from Twilight.



And finally, I found my necklace after so long. It was hidden in my Coach bag all the while.



My internet connection frustrates me.

I’m hungry I’m hungry I’m hungry! Where is MrHik??? Why is he still sleeping??? I need my breakfast and lunch! My empty stomach is growling. I’m moody when I’m starving.

We are heading to One U today. I’m already all dressed up waiting for him. My theme today is vintage: white basic tunic with a vintage badge + high waisted shorts + flower clip. Sheesh, haven’t think of what shoes to match with! We’re gonna shop and dine today, like what an ordinary couple would do in the weekend. Simplicity is bliss.

Beneath the shades hides a vain pot who thinks of nothing but shops. (and maybe food, for now)

On the way back to Muar. Yay!



Eyu took a break and slept in the car.



I was bored.



There was nothing to do besides camwhoring.



I wanted to go home quick.



But he was still sleeping.



He didn’t know I took a photo of his crotch.



Tick tock tick tock.



Stress banyak.



I decided to wake him up! Teehee.



By the way, Gucci perfume for the win! XD

Life has been hectic recently, hence the negligence of my blog. So much for balancing play and study, sometimes I just can’t give up on parties and movie screenings. Pretty sure I am gonna screw my coming test (which is like tomorrow!!!). For an ordinary person facing such situation, he/she might just sit for the test even though the percentage of failing is high. But as for me, I would choose to skip and not do it at all. Call me a coward or anything, but the truth is, I am someone who is afraid of failure. When I am obligated to perform something, I would make sure I give my best, or otherwise, not do it at all. So if you don’t see me tomorrow, I guess I am sticking to my principle.

One moment I was sitting at home reading through Economics notes, and the next I found myself wandering around KLCC, so barely visible amongst the crowd of shoppers, embraced by the new, fresh-looking, trendy outfits behind the display glass. This is where I belong! Exactly where I should be at that point of time! Standing at the centre of the building, I found myself being attracted by the temptation of the seasonal sales. The idea of exam had been erased completely from my mind, at least temporarily. Ben said this is no good, for I would later find myself trying hard to catch up with the world moving too fast (only one day left for revision). That is certainly not true, for I know, deep down of my heart I know, that shopping helps everything, and a glance at my victory purchase would make the world halt. I was a bird, free from all worries, fluttering my wings for the reach of somewhere far within. It is not somewhere far I am unfamiliar with, rather, a place where I ought to be, that brings back a sense of belonging, so much contentment I could hardly stop it flowing.

And there I was, invading the private world of two boys, freeing them from the occasional point and stare of other shoppers. The world is so accustomed to conventions, at the same time, capable of assumptions. How can we help, for the judgemental seed had planted itself from within? They who are of equal age, compatible looks and similar dressing, what more do they need to awaken the discerning gossipers? A foreign girl pointed and whispered. She laughed. What a pity that the ruler isn’t straight, for that it has lost its value, unless I can bend it with my hand. Nevertheless, the shape was but an illusion, a misleading mirage. The ruler was straight, straighter than her hair, the moment he found his owner. He pulled me close to his shoulder. She laughed, but this time, with different gestures.

But now, I have been transformed, from an eagle soaring high, to a hummingbird trapped in a rusted cage. A room filled with ancient dust, with the pressure of responsibility that suffocates. Loud noises blasted from the construction site, as if letting out the anger on my behalf. I could hear the soothing splashing of the pool, and the laughter of children playing. The tranquillity I have been longing. How many days await, before I could step my feet onto the heart of the city again, breathing in the modernised air and scrutinising every face that speaks from the heart that connects? Will it hurt to dream, of only what I hope for, yet oblivious to the blessings I have attained?

I lay beneath the shelter, blanketed by the starry sky, counting every second unconsciously. If only I can skip the time, I can avoid the pain of waiting. . .

Hello mates. For the next whole month we’re gonna suffer through the long torturing AS exam. Are you all prepared and ready for the battle, or are you one of those people like me who still seeks time watching a couple of movies or so in the meantime of revising? Well, we can’t be studying all day right? Though it might be exam week, we need some entertainment to de-stress and soothe our mind, in case those Mathematics questions drive us berserk.

You know when you are in Standard 6, you thought UPSR is a highly important exam in your life, because everyone tells you so.

As you entered Form3, your teacher tells you that how much PMR would affect your future and that UPSR is just an insignificant test.

Soon, you are in Form5. “Getting straight A’s in PMR doesn’t guarantee you flying colours in your SPM. This is the year that would make an impact in your future. You think you’re smart just because you scored in PMR? Let me tell you, it is really nothing.”

Eventually, it is the year of Pre-U. You know well enough what your lecturer is about to lecture you. The same shit over and over again that A-Level’s is not as easy as SPM.

Seriously, when will this ever stop? No doubt I can predict what my year one degree lecturer is going to tell me. However, according to Pre-U lecturers, if we work hard enough now, our degree year are likely to be honeymoon year. We shall see if that is indeed a contradicting statement.

On a random note, you know how playful people sometimes manage to outshine the nerdy bunch? They just play and play and play and do last minute revision as exam approaches, yet their results proved to be better off than the nerds. HAHA. I’ve forgotten what exactly I’m trying to say already. Whatever.

Wanna see an ugly picture of me during school days?