Being Miss Nice Gal

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I beg to differ though.

Before coming to Sungai Petani, I’ve always tried my best to maintain friendships or mend any broken ties. I’d get into petty arguments with friends back at school and sometimes it isn’t my fault but I’d be the first one to go and say sorry.

I’d want to make sure the air is clear between us. If a simple sorry is all it takes to make everything better, I’d do it. I’d grovel and tell them I’m really really sorry and hope that everything between us will be forgiven and forgotten just so we can be like ourselves again.

That part of me is still around but I only reserve it for people that I love or whom I deem are best friends. Best friends differ from good friends in a way that best friends know so much about you, until you’re almost like family. THAT, I’ll still try my very best to salvage if anything goes sour.

I realised I’ve become a harder person. From petty things like snapping at friends who ruffle my hair when I’m deep asleep(during LAN classes – it’s not something that screws up my finals, so who cares?), I know I should say sorry. But I just don’t bother because I want them to know that I really hate it when people rouse me from my slumber during insignifcant classes.

More complicated situations such as some soured relationships, one of which I felt so confused over and saddened about, have turned my heart to stone whenever I think about that friendship. I used to wonder what happened, why is it like that now, what is it that I’m not doing, what is it that I did, why am I locked out of this person’s life, why why why.. but after trying to talk one time too many and time and time again I’ve received the cold shoulder and the monosyllabic replies, I’ve given up.

I’ve seen the cold observing glances assessing me up and down while I try to talk and thus I retract from trying to be too friendly.

But this is what I mean by not bothering anymore. I’ve learnt to be nonchalant. I’ve learnt that I do not need to salvage every single relationship I have. I fear that its turning me into this person that I never was before. My days used to get ruined by minor fall outs with friends and I’d go home and fret about it and think up ways to explain myself or ways to make it better.

These days, I adopt a ‘too bad lah’ attitude and go on with life.

I still maintain alot of the Miss Nice Gal persona. I wish I was the super sarcastic bitch who was oblivious that the things she say can drive home points that are dying to be made, insults that are dying to be thrown. The girl who can say things that other people want to say but cannot find the guts to and then other people do not hold grudges against her because “hey! she’s like that one la, dun care la! hehehe”.

The downside is that people either love this type of person or hate this type of person to the very core. But people who can find it in them to befriend tactless souls know what they are getting into and can take it with a pinch of salt because they won’t take the tactlessness to heart. I’ve got a couple of friends who are like that. We still love them despite the shit they say. It’s just them. See how accepting I am?

Though I find no difficulty in banging people who annoy me to the point of no return. These are the people who are slightly off tangent by normal human standards.

This person that I am, have been told countless and countless of times that I’m the one who gets picked on and bombarded with the rants and a sponge to take the blame for whatever that goes wrong between two groups of friends. Because I’m the one who won’t fight back. And then guess who apologizes?

I suppose I’ve gotten sick of being the one who allows others to throw shit at. Though the reason I’ve changed might not be because I was a soft person who will obediently take the blame but it’s because I’m too lazy to give two hoots if another person chooses to act the way he or she does.

I’m not making it my problem anymore. And that’s another milestone for the transformation of Jolene Lai.

1. Timid, shy and obliging in primary school.

2. Obliging, friendly, crazy and perverted(famous ass slapper) in secondary school.

3. Learning to stop giving a shit in college but still friendly and crazy. Not so perverted anymore.

4. Not giving a shit already in university, weird, friendly and back to being a pervert.(I’ve gone on to Nipple pinching. No more ass slapping, more nipple pinching now.)

The Penang Shopping Trip Where I Learnt The Horrible Truth That I Am Fat(surprise, surprise!)

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Lie Yuen, Brenda, Cze-Yin and I decided to go to Penang on Saturday for some serious shopping.

Being totally useless driving comrades, Cze-Yin and I were asleep all the way while poor Lie Yuen drove all the way into Penang. We got lost and ended up at some armed forces base. We actually drove up to the guard house to ask for directions and were quite worried that they might actually shoot us. lol.

We waited for Brenda to come and meet us outside the armed foces base or whatever you want to call it. 


Cze-Yin actually BROUGHT notes to study. The guards should shoot her. Haha.

Brenda, the Penangite, brought us to eat good food at Pulau Tikus. It was good food all right.

One thing I don’t get about Penang food. How can the entire island be “good food”? I mean you have the same food in KL and the rest of Malaysia. How would you know if a hawker in Penang is really from Penang? A hawker from Subang could easily go up to Penang to set up a stall and tourists would flock to it and say, “Wah! Penang got good food, you know?”. Same recipe what, no?


Cze-Yin and Lie Yuen


I wanted to eat Lam Mee so badly. I could only find Lam Mee in Taipan and since the restaurant closed down, I couldn’t get my weekly fix of Lam Mee.


LAM MEE!!!


Mee Goreng..I think.


Cze-Yin’s char kuay teow.


And then Brenda took us to a very famous Chendol store in Georgetown, I think.


Brenda and Lie Yuen standing in a very old heritage-ish type of street. We love heritage-ish type of streets.


Taking it all the way.


Chendul time!


They actually have a branch in Subang Jaya!


Nice shot of some plant with the chendol eaters in the background.


l-r: Brenda, Lie Yuen and Cze-Yin

After chendol, it was on to some hardcore shopping at Prangin Mall, our main purpose. 

Prangin Mall is abit like Sungai Wang, but not as fun. Abit lala but nevertheless interesting.

However, the clothes are quite interesting. Obviously you’d start touching it, and wonder if they have your size. So I took one out – it was a dark blue tube dress with a ribbon at the chest. So I asked the salesgirl, “Is this free size?”

She said in Hokkien, “You are too big for this, but you can wear it,” she said to me and then motioned to Brenda.

I was like, “Wtf? What did she say to me, Brenda?”

Brenda was like, “Er…she said you’re too big for this..”

I looked at the woman and said, “Oh, so you’re saying, I’m too big for this?”

Then she said, “yar”

And I turned to Lie Yuen and said, “Someone said I’m fat!”

and Lie Yuen shouted, “Who Who! Tell me who! I beat the person for you!”

Then I got abit embarrassed and said, “Shh shh standing behind me,”

But at least she heard it lah.

I took a few other tops and went into the changing room feeling like shit.

then Brenda slipped me the forbidden dress and sure enough it couldn’t get pass my shoulders. Neither could it get past my hips.

I shouted out loud and said, “I CAN’T WEAR THIS COZ I’M TOO FAT!”

So we moved onto the next shop. Still feeling rather low, I gingerly fingered the tops. There was this cute singlet which was bright blue and bright yellow. My favourite quirky colour combo. Used to have it as my braces bracket all the time.

I asked the sales girl if I could try it on, since it is an RM10 top. Usually they don’t allow customers to try on RM10 tops. Then she asked her boss and the boss came up to me and said, “Sorry, you can’t try it..”

I thought, “Oh, ok. Understandable. RM10 top.”

“You can’t fit into it. Your chest is too big,” she said, trying to be as nice as possible.

I accepted it and said, “I see..”

I then reassured her, “it’s ok, I already kena-ed from the other shop,”

And I immediately turned to Brenda and said, “Please give me a knife,” and made a wrist-slitting motion.
See, big chested is a curse. I’m going through a fat phase now, my tummy has been flatter, agreed. I was slimmer three months ago, don’t know why, but I am fatter now. So my boobs look uglier when I am fatter.

And so happened, someone coincidentally washed all her bras on that very same day and had to resort to a really old bra. Hence, this bra is So freaking hard that if you knock on it, you will retract your knuckles in terror because you will be horrified at the hardness of it all.

So, picture this. My breasts do not fill up the bra. There are airspaces between my bra and them boobies. So, if I get punched in the boobs, you’ll hear Pfft pfft sounds and I won’t be in pain. But desperate cases call for desperate measures. Since the bra is so friggin hard, the shirt takes on the shape of the bra when I put the shirt on. Unlike other well functioning bra which depresses when the shirt is pressed onto it. This bra pwns the shirt.

Angered, I walk into a lingerie shop. I saw a comfy looking bra and immediately went into the changing room. Feeling much happier back to my normal size, I went out and told the saleslady, “I am buying this bra but I don’t feel like taking it out,”. She casually plucked the price tag off the bra strap and scanned it, acting as if a customer walks out with a newly bought bra everyday. How the other girls laughed. LoL. I just didn’t want to put that rock of a bra back on because it annoys me and reminds me how disgustingly disturbing feeling stiff material on my chest. Ugh. I’m gonna pull a 1970s feminist thing and burn the bra when I get back. I hate that contraption.


Doesn’t Cze-Yin look nice in a dress? It’s her first time! Hahhaa.


Yes, yes, I know I still look big in this picture, but I’m trying to be really natural about things. Just reduce some fats here and there, the original photos show a huge elephant paying for her polka dot shoes. Fat people get really good at photoshop. But I still have some hope left, the legs are not photoshopped. *heart* Hence, the paddle pop woman.


An obligatory mirror photo.


Yes, tummy is photoshopped too. Boobs were decreased a little. The skirt is cute isn’t it? The shirt’s material is too cheapish for all that RM40 it was worth.


Brenda found the antique telephone rather unique. You know in KL they have shops selling expensive items which sell because of the creative efforts put into it? Think Room Interior Product. Up north, they have the same concept, except they charge it cheaper. Like back in KL, a clever looking bunch of drink stirrers(with hands and feet as handles) are sold for about RM30 back home, which is atrotious. Over here in Penang/SP, the same things can cost you Rm7.90. Perhaps one of the very few things to love about being stuck in the northern part of Malaysia.


Jolene Lai meets Jolene Tsai. *puts on Black gangsta voice* So you da bitch they been comparin’ me to huh? Yo an’ yo sexy voice, thinkin’ yo all cute an’ stuff, I tellin’ yo girl, I’m sick o bein’ sung yo songs to whenever new niggas meet me yo. I been havin’ enough of yo shit. *head swing to the side in a manner of a “full stop, period” and fingers stuck out in contorted nigga fashion*


We found ourselves some Thai icecreams. Just popsicles of fruit cordials.


After shopping for nearly six hours, most of us could not tahan anymore and felt damn tired. We were like crawling around Prangin Mall but had to stop at every other shop because we are well, girls. Above is a picture of me still wanting to shop despite being very very tired.


The aforementioned Thai Ice Cream.


Ah, a very photoshopped photo of me. In actual fact, my fats are a quarter more extended to the front. So yay me. Oh, and arms are fatter too. Why the hell am I even admitting that I photoshop myself when I photoshopped myself in the first place? Sheesh. Well, I was discussing this with Mel over MSN and she said she doesn’t want to lie to herself by photoshopping. I’m telling her it’s a long term investment of sorts. Think of how happy you’ll make the fat 50 year old you. It’s okay to tell white lies as long as it makes another feel happier. I shall stick to that school of thought. Indeedy. So just remember, I’m much fatter in person. Don’t run away when you meet me, okay? Just a warning.

I hate to be constantly depressed when I see fat photos of myself, so I resorted to the dark side – Photoshop. I’m still me people, please continue to love me.


Lie Yuen loves the heritage-y look about the buildings in George Town.


Hehehe, damn nice this photo. Very good composition, Lie Yuen.


There were actual families inside the building watching television. The grandma then came out to look around with a frown on her face. I shouted a few, “We don’t have this in KL!” for good measure. So that people can nod their heads understandingly and go about their own ways.


Outside an Indian family’s house. See the Indian Aunty frowning at the Jakun.


The two spoilsports who didn’t participate in our camwhoring session.


Lie Yuen took this shot. I think it is damn nice.


Erm, I’ve seen compositions like this in Asyraf’s blog. Abit fail lah, but I think it is nice!

Nice? 😀


Dinner was friggin’ good. I know la it’s nothing to shout about. But it’s just damn tasty. Yes we get it in KL too, sei jakun por, but it’s just damn tasty! Mmm!


We ended the night with chocolate fondue at Haagen Daz.


So poor thing, must drink water.


l-r: Brenda, Me, Lie Yuen and Cze-Yin


The orgasmic chocolate fondue. I was too stuffed to fully appreciate it.


Mmm!


Making use of the pretty lightings.


More.


Yet some more.


Sorry la


On the way back to the car, we saw something we’ve never seen in the whole of Malaysia. Never in my life have I ever…….0_0


And honestly, what in the world IS a Getaran Kondom? A vibrating condom? Stimulation for him and her? *puzzled*
Alright, clean thoughts, Jo, clean thoughts. *bangs head on the wall* It’s very difficult to maintain a healthy environment of clean thoughts in my head, as most of my friends can attest to. Muahahahahaha. *reinserts jolene’s trademarked dirty mindedness* So I shan’t bother.


And here are my spoils. Not much, but it certainly felt like I bought a heck lot of things. A hand bag with a strap. yeah, the nice handbag I have at home does not have a strap. Suet, it’s like the one we saw at Mid Valley that day.


And the red and white polka dot shoes up close! Cantik hor?

Oh, For The Love Of Pink And Saving A Baby Kitten

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Last Saturday, I recruited Weng Lum and Suet Li to assist me in an article that I’ve been planning to write for R.age.

I wrote two articles. The first one was about why girls love the colour pink. I do realise it makes me sound abit bimboish but I had fun writing it. The second one was about guys wearing pink. To make it more interesting, I called Suet and Weng Lum out for some window shopping in Mid Valley. Hehe. The idea was to get him to wear as many pink things and just play by ear what we can crap about a pink t-shirt, pink bags etc.

We started out about 2 hours late. Sigh. Then I got lost in USJ trying to look for Suet’s place. -_-

When she came in the car, I asked her which route does she think is less jammed so that we can get to the Federal Highway faster.

“Where’s the Federal Highway?” Suet Li asked.

“…. you don’t where the Federal Highway is?” I said.

“Er, No?”

Hhahahahahaha. Ohmigod.
Upon arriving at Mid Valley, I saw a chinese guy in a hot pink singlet. The first thought that came into my head was, “Ah! I should interview him and maybe take a photo or two.”

I was quite nervous to simply go up to some stranger..but I thickened my skin and proceeded anyway.

I went up to him and said, “Hi, I’m doing a piece for the R.age, it’s a college news paper by the St-…” and before I could continue, I was lost in his eyes. and hair.

He had a frown that looked at me as if I was the weirdest person in the entire world and that I am this freak of nature.

I was still bewildered by his eyes and hair.

This is how he looked like:-


The same eyes, the gold hair and the pale skin and the hot pink singlet.

So I stammered, “Cantonese or English?”

Then he turned to his companion (a girl in tights underneathe a mini skirt, super lala-ified none the less) and said, “Ta chiang shi mo?”(What is she saying?)

So all the alarm bells rang in my head and I said, “Ok, nevermind, thank you byebye,” and sauntered back to Weng Lum and Suet Li who were sampling some free garlic bread at the Jaya Jusco counter. Oh the humility.

So I was covering in embarassment like that:-


cowering in embarrassment.

And then I looked up towards the escalators and the hot pink singlet guy and his lala friend were still giving me the look:-


Damn tulan wei.

I wonder who in their right mind would like gold contacts. I came up with a rather reasonable explaination for the freak that I saw. He took the whole eye colour must match hair colour rule too far.

Anyway, the rest of the fake shopping trip was fun. Surprisingly, there were enough pink stuff for guys and we had a ball of a time getting Weng Lum into them. However, I’ve lost count of the amount of times shop keepers have said, “no photography please,”. I always feel so angry whenever they tell me that. But I’ve also learnt to thickened my skin and said, “oh, sorry!”… which is usually after I’ve already taken what I needed to take. Hohoho.


We put Weng Lum in a shirt to see if the colour ruins the look. Apparently not!


And then there were pink shoes.


Looking high and low for pink apparels.


Na-ah.


See what I found??? My Sony Ericsson z610i! The PINK one! Actually I’m going to buy the blue one. It’s much nicer. And blue is my favourite colour. Pink is my accessorising colour.


Suet Li and the wall of the Miss Whatever’s fitting room. Miss Whatever is SO cool. It’s the more matured version of Girls or Maggie T. They cater to big girls like you and me. 😀


Of course I had to have a go.


Weng Lum and the mirror of infinity.


My turn! 


I bought adhesive jewels from Miss Whatever and decorated my camera with it! The border around my laptop’s LCD screen has some as well!! Yes la yes la inspired by Xiaxue. It’s pretty. I like her interest for all things pretty, that’s all.


A pink dress from Colours.


Chillin’ at McD’s after a day of hard work.


My two stars of the day. I owe them a dinner for all their help! Thanks, you guys!


For my first article, I gathered everything that was pink in my room and some of Lie Yuen’s things (ie. the toothbrush) and snapped a photo. Looks so nice right???:D

 

 

After dinner on Tuesday evening, Lie Yuen, Brenda, Joe and I wanted to go buy fruits at the usual fruits stall. I saw a kitten on the side walk and I shouted because Joe almost stepped onto the kitten.

We approached the kitten and it didn’t even move! So we peered closer and realised that one of its hind leg looked bloody. We felt so sad for it and contemplated if we should take it home. After much consideration, we decided to send it to a nearby vet. Since it was quite late already, the most that we could do was put the cat in a box outside the vet.


The little kitty.


It looks so sad. 🙁


Poor Kitty. We put it in a plastic bag for hygenic reasons. Don’t worry, I made sure it was comfortable.


I wrote a note to be pasted onto the box. Yes, I really attached RM20 with the letter.


Lie Yuen and Brenda making sure that the kitten was comfortable.


On the way to the vet’s.


Preparing some food for the kitten at the vet’s.


Hopefully he’ll be kind enough to take it in. Hopefully nobody steals my RM20.


Bye bye kitty!

The ironic thing about the following day was when we learnt that Bala had two weeks old puppies at his house. So we went over after class to play with the dogs.


We named Bala’s dogs for him. This one is Susu.


Because her sister looks like a cow. Who is appropriately named Moomoo.


Lie Yuen and Brenda and the two bundles of fluffs.


Face warmers!


Yawwwnnn!


Threesome.


Wrong tit, babes.


L-r: Ananth, Lie Yuen and a shih tzu called Sonia, Bala and Susu and Brenda and Moomoo.

Ananth is Bala’s housemate.

This Ananth is rather special. Despite being a total stranger, he managed to answer two VERY VERY important questions to me.

1. Is the kitten that we found the day before doing well?

2. Who is the owner of the red glittery Proton at Uni?

Apparently, his dog(Sonia) had to go for jaw surgery after biting onto a very hard bone. At the vet, he saw a tiny orange kitten and asked the vet about it. The vet said someone put it in a box outside and didn’t even leave a note.

NOOOOoO!!!! My RM20 is gone!! But as long as the kitten is safe. 🙁

And yes, he is the owner of the glittery Proton! He had it done for RM3000! Crazy…


Dog head.


Sisters! Fat sisters, that is. SO FAT AND CUTE!


Don’t look at my peepee.
Sorry for the lack of updates, folks!