Author: Kimberly Low

Majorly cranky now. No water supply since 12am last night. I can’t make supper. I’ve OD-ed on stale popcorns. I’m sticky. I’m menstruating. I don’t care if it reminds me of teh tarik, just give me water. Now.

I haven’t been blogging religiously lately. I’m a busy girl, ok? Well, the truth is I have recently entered into a new phase of life where I’ve gotten myself some fun people for friends, some kindred spirit and where internet connection is scarce (at least till Monday). I can honestly say that at this moment, I thoroughly dig my life. Okay, almost thorougly. Water, humour me!

Shaolin Kung Fu show was awesome. Monks were really cute too. Rosy cheeks and tight bodies. Too bad they were stunted. I took a pic with the most gorgeous one. Will post later. The show’s like magic, only they were real. The only reason David Blaine would deserve his enormous fame is by licking his own arse. Nuf’ said.

I’ve been eating as though I have skinny genes. That’s stupid behaviour by yours truly. Xmas and NYE are approaching and looking super hot is pertinent. Have to remind self to stop indulging in maggi goreng ayam, ramly burger special and cheese tarts. I want more exercise. I need more exercise.

I have a naggy feeling about my accountings. I hope I pass. I must pass.

Fuck…why am I even contemplating?

Cause you skipped too many Monday classes, Kim?

Hrmph. Fuck you, I’m invincible.

Compiling a list of resolutions for 2005. They must be realistic and attainable.

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Gorgeous monk. Ooh la la.

Tutu asked me to fill in for someone at Citibank as some coordinator. Yesterday was my 1st day and it was both bad and good. Bad because there was hardly work (if you called staring at the screen at 20 mins interval for 8 hours as work). Good, because my colleagues are really easygoing and nice people. I took the LRT to work and it was horrendous. I got lost at Masjid Jamek cause I couldn’t find the fucking transit station. I almost got mowed down trying to get to the other side where the station is. I honestly thought there’s a connecting bridge or something (I think there’s a tunnel, but it’s fucking misleading). One thing that I don’t comprehend…why do people ascending have to hike up the stairs and the ones descending get to do it in style with escalators? Amused and bemused at the same time.

Lesson number 1: killer heels do kill.

I had TGIF last night. Confession time, it’s my first time. Yeah I’m ulu like that. I’m a Chilli’s fan ok? Anyway, this someone was like totally taken aback upon hearing I’ve never eaten there and decided to give me a treat. We shared philly sandwiches, swiss mushroom burger and a sundae. Dessert was orgasmic.

Wasabi peas have probably aggravated my cold. Aside from a drooling nose and aching body, I got myself a bad sorethroat. Awesome. I’m going to have more wasabi peas.

This morning I called in sick. Tutu found a replacement. I got fired!!!!

I’m back in the job market.

I’m watching Shaolin Kungfu tonight. I’m looking forward to it. I don’t care if I infected the whole stadium. Shaolin’s cool.

Wow, feels freakin’ long since I last wrote. The reason for the short hiatus is that I was just busy. You hear me, I’m a pretty busy girl.

I’m down with a cold, feeling slightly feverish. Not that it’s a bad thing cause I haven’t been sick for the last 3 years and it’s beginning to freak me out. So now I’m quite sure I’m not some mediocre X-men mutant or something. My body feels the fatigue but my spirits are an all time high. I think I might just recover tomorrow cause you know why? Retail therapy tomorrow with Mommy dearest. Talk about placebo effect, hehehe.

Mom and I had some serious girl talk that lasted from midnight til dawn. It was nerve racking but for the better. Suffice to say, I no longer have anything to hide from her and we’re on better terms than ever.

I was watching Channel [V] and Paula’s clothes were sponsored by ‘Nichi Fashion City, Sungai Besi’. Thta’s like cool, but I hope they don’t get big headed and start jacking up their prices!

I went to Rush for the first time. It was fun. For the 1st (barely) hour. DJ stopped spinning and asked everyone to co-operate and leave in an orderly manner. WTF. Never happened with Thai Club. Not even with some city-struck dude murdered on last NYE. Thai Club rocks and oh…she beckons me this Friday. I’m looking forward to showing off some new clothes and accessory.

After the Rush(ing off) incident, headed to friend’s place and had a ball. Was trying to yank out someone’s hair with all four limbs and not to forget playing pop trivia the whole night. I had two bacardis prior so it took like mega effort to answer stuff that went along the line of….

Due to the cold, I decided to pamper myself with new coats of paint for my nails. They’re so beautiful I turn myself on. I’m itching to unleash my talent on others and yes, I’ve found my willing victim. Will service upon request.

I’m super sick of my extensions, and I’m too bloody lazy to drive all the way to Times Square to have them removed. So I did the next best thing. Asked Mom. Yeap, she removed them alright…along with my own hair, with a nail clipper. Mom’s hardcore. I’m just traumatised.

And for all you foodies out there, the burger stall is in SS2 (at some malay food court with blood red signboards).