Month: June 2005

I’m a stupid crazy bitch.

Jayn wrote about her PMS and it just made me cry. Makes me feel less of a freak.

So yeah I impulsively struck my name off the PPS Birthday Bash List, moved my blog and deleted the one at Xanga. I was pissed. I was pissed till I read Jayn’s post just now.

To the person I have victimised, I’m sorry. I do understand your intentions, it’s just that I thought what you proposed was not necessary cause we’re different. You knew my history and I thought you’d understand. The last thing I want is this to turn into something I had tried so hard to break free in the past. I do understand where you’re coming from, I just thought you’d have more faith. Still, I’m not mad at you anymore. I going to control myself and stop filling my mind with dodgy thoughts. Forgive me?

Blog at Xanga is no longer salvageable :( but I REALLY FREAKIN WANT TO GO TO PPS BASH. I hope it’s not to late to unstrike my name now :P

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PPS!

Of pool, Looloo and my very good friend Suanie.

“Men may have to vacate hotel swimming pools at certain hours so that women can have the pools exclusively to themselves.

To attract more Middle East tourists, some hotels had already allocated time for women to swim from 6pm to 9pm, said Deputy Tourism Minister Datuk Ahmad Zahid Hamidi. “

In addition to the blatant disregard for other tourists, it baffles me as to how they singled out swimming pool as a tourist attraction. Really.

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Looloo‘s leaving for Sabah today. Damn sad. She still hasn’t met this person I want to introduce to her. And she’s going to miss Jayn‘s birthday party and mine too. And we’re going to miss her big 21. This sucks.

We went out yesterday. Went to Mid Valley to do some shopping, then back to Leisure Mall for lunch at Vietnam Kitchen and more shopping. I’ve got some pictures but I don’t have the cable with me now, so maybe later.

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Of course, Suanie the celeb is my very good friend ok. Don’t believe?

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See…..

That makes my blog as good as hers. So, bookmark me. Hehehe.

Family outing + am I spoilt?

Dad’s on a business trip. Talk about being inconsiderate. Stupid company.

So Mom, the brothers and I decided to amuse ourselves by shopping, eating and watching movie.

We had lunch at this place called Vietnam Kitchen. Pretty good food. I didn’t bring camera so no pictures, sorry. We had some kickass beef pho and spicy salad. The jelly strips in the salad was a nice touch.

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We watched Batman Begins. It’s okay. I’d watch it just to ogle at Christian Bale’s chest and biceps…..*swoon*. I think he’s the best Batman so far. The movie’s a long winded retelling of how Batman begins as Batman with some elaborate systematic desensitization thrown in. I don’t know wtf Katie Holmes doing in the movie. Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine were splendid.

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Yummy.

I saw a RM10 tieback halterneck slutty top which I absolutely adore and a duotone (mauve/fuschia) sheer top that I just have to have. I showed them to Mom and she nodded as sign of approval. So I chuck the two items onto the pile of clothes my brother had gathered as I assumed Mom’s going to pay for mine too. As the cashier returned her balance, I saw my two tops on the countertop so I told Mom that she missed them. She retorted that if I wanted the clothes, I would have to pay for them.

Wah, I felt so damn unloved ok. My tearducts were on the verge of exploding. She paid like for dozen pieces of stuff that my brother got and wouldn’t wanna spare RM25 for two stuff from the budget section I wanted? So I stompped out of the shop, trying really freaking hard not to cry. Later, we found a spot to sit while waiting for the movie to start. I refused to sit and decided to stand with my back facing my Mom. She kept asking me to sit and I kept saying no. After a while, she tapped my shoulder, I turned around and she handed me RM50 and asked me to buy whatever I wanted in that shop. I said no. She asked me for a second time. I said no again.

My stupid thoughts eventually subsided and I was talking to Mom again. When we were in the cinema, she asked me whether I was still mad at her. Wah, I felt so damn guilty ok. So I played dumb and proceeded to steal her popcorns.

Anyway, the point of this story is, I’m a crazy freaking stupid insensitive bitch when I’m (almost) menstruating. Be very nice to me.