Retrospective rant.

Every time I walk out of a class, I feel like I’ve learned lesser. Frustrating!!!

I am having one of those moods. Bawled my eyes out while listening to 100 Years (Five for Fighting) and Breakaway (Kelly Clarkson). I know the lyrics aren’t anything close to depressing, but the music just moved me.

Wore miniskirt today. In the elevator with 7 or so people, classmate asked, “Why do you wear so nice today?”
Did you mean I normally don’t wear nice clothes? Or worse, as I knew for a fact that I didn’t look fantastic and yet you still asked such a question made me unbearably embarrassed what’s more with 7 pair of ears listening, I could almost smell their imaginary vomit. My answer was, “Well, being a girl, sometimes you just want to feel feminine, but thanks”

There are many questions that you shouldn’t ask people. One of my major peeves is when dumbasses ask me how much is the top/jeans/bag/shoes/etc I’m wearing. It’s as bad as asking one how much his or her salary. Back in high school, I had a jakun of a bitch who went as far as to flip the label of my top to check out the authenticity. Like what the fuck? She also took the trouble to check out the authenticity of my LV light blue vernis purse that Mom bought for my 15th birthday. Being 15, I didn’t know better and had only appreciation for Mom’s gesture until that bitch audibly insisted it was a fake, in the presence of various strangers. In truth, I hated it more than anything, that she indirectly put my Mom under a bad light. What did she expect me to do, strangle my Mom to death? A classless bitch will always be a classless bitch.

What is a classless bitch (localised version)?

1. Grammatically challenged.
2. Aigner-ed from head to toe (including rip-off scarf from Kelantan).
3. Over-dyed hair.
4. Dirt-clogged, cracked heels wearing designer slingbacks.
5. Sunglasses for hair accessory.
6. Blue contacts.
7. Skin akin to surface of the moon.
8. Kohl overload.
9. Student, clerk, receptionist or unemployed but likes to wear mismatched (unintentionally) pantsuit.
10. Plays golf (Matter of fact only went to a cheap ass driving range, once – fetching sodas for her fat sugar daddy wannabe cum Proton Saga owner).
*Bonus 11. Usually a gossip too. Then again, gossips come in the unlikeliest form, even professionally educated individuals; a shame truly.

Going to do some chores then hit the gym.

I think I’m screwed and my Sunday.

It’s tough to title your post and I shall stop attempting to be creative.

It’s Monday and I am definitely going to class today. So last week I didn’t attend any cause I was lazy. Then again, the college was to be blamed cause the timetable wasn’t promptly uploaded to the website, hence I was ‘unaware’ of classes.

1.Yeah, milk out any excuse to stay out of trouble.
2.Chuck in a couple of harrassment material emails and there you have it, a convincing cover-up.

Sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga

It means as skillful a hopper a squirrel is, alas it falls onto ground too. Yeah, I bloody fucked it. Thought I’d add a little drama to it and c.c-ed all the emails to the CEO, directors and my dean. All’s well until I received the latest timetable and found that one of my lecturers is none other than the pretentious, fake-accented and selfish Dean. I’m officially screwed but it’s far from orgasm worthy. Tell me people, how to convincingly redeem myself in the face of an embarassesed (and very likely pissed after an untimely lash-out by the CEO and directors) bourgeois? *pway*

Moving on, I had a good Sunday. First, I had to be waken up by a phonecall from Yuen Li. Here I extend my apologies to Yuen Li (intellectual), Buaya (dirty-brained but all good) and SL (cultured, hot chica) for being so late (arriving exactly 1.5 hours later :C). Yes, I deserved to be shot and shot twice again.

It was my 1st offical blogger meetup and I wasn’t dissappointed. Loads of raunchy Bukit Kayu Hitam stories; what else do you need?

We bade goodbyes and I headed to Sungai Wang with G. Been ages since I’ve been to the, I dare say, the heart of KL, and it was fun. Superb quality DVDs, three for RM10….where else, where else but Sungai Wang? Loads of shopping followed. Star event however, was taking sticker photos. Do abide by the warning and ask for help cause all the bloody machines are in Japs. Have you ever tried to catch a chicken but there are so many around that you just couldn’t begin to decide which to run after? That’s almost how it felt like. Fucking lost. Surprisingly, the pictures turned out quite prettily.

Dinner at Misai. Had a Ramli burger. Fuck it. Fuck diets.

Journey to skinnyville..

This afternoon, I went for my first workout after 4 months of hiatus. Boy, was it good! My stamina has obviously diminished, but I reckon I could work my way back to the good ol’ days, say…in a week? Don’t believe me? Fuck you, I’m invincible.

What I did today:

15 minutes of power stepper
30 minutes of cycling
30 minutes of brisk walking
4 sets on the adductor

I really like the new gym. It’s spacious, the equipment are brand new and the bathrooms have tempered glasses for doors. Quite a refreshing change from the pathetic shower curtains at John Hancock. Am so glad they’ve finally opened an outlet near my place – no more discouraging traffic jams. Yay!

I’m feeling all hyped up in starting college with a clean slate. Will cut down on junk food, Ramli burgers, white rice, braised pork trotters and the likes. Will drink only chinese tea, teh kosong and water. Will go to bed by 11pm (this is tough). No more procrastination (even tougher). Oh yeah, and wash my car every week (cross fingers).

Most likely going clubbing tonight. Don’t know exact location yet. Been ages since I dolled up for a night out. What to wear…what to wear!?

Digitalupload is so fucked up. All my old images are non-visible. Damn. Will take some time to upload the pics from a new host. Damn….free things are never reliable.