On Msn:

Cheeks ชี เกียง  [JO.CK]:
hi dear 
how was ur paper?

Miss Lai, you want to stick a finger down your throat and dig out that blob of phlegm. Please try it.:
hi dear
not yet
tmr only
:’( 

Cheeks ชี เกียง  [JO.CK]:
why you don’t like your uterus*

*In reference to my facebook status update about ripping off my uterus and throwing it at the ceiling.

Miss Lai, you want to stick a finger down your throat and dig out that blob of phlegm. Please try it.:
haha.. well, aside from the fact that it’ll bear us a family
it gives me shit every month
pain la now

Cheeks ชี เกียง  [JO.CK]:
OHMYGOD ITS HERE AGAIN

Miss Lai, you want to stick a finger down your throat and dig out that blob of phlegm. Please try it.:
YES
RUN

 Cheeks ชี เกียง  [JO.CK]:
you’re asking me to run? why

 Miss Lai, you want to stick a finger down your throat and dig out that blob of phlegm. Please try it.:
hahaha coz ur scared of me when my period is here whatt

Cheeks ชี เกียง  [JO.CK]:
but i’m always here for u

Miss Lai, you want to stick a finger down your throat and dig out that blob of phlegm. Please try it.: 
SO SWEET!!! *melts* ok now uterus also feel better coz of temporary happy hormones release

Of course my tummy cramps were still there, but I thought this was very sweet of him. Like KINDS WORDS FOR THE MONSTER before she goes on a rampage biting things and people alike. And of course he’ll deny thinking that. Bless. <3

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First and foremost, the ultimate most important rule to follow on Facebook when adding a friend is to tell the person, “Hi, I am blablabla we met at blablabla”

Adding Strangers on Facebook

Though I myself do not practice it all the time, but I only leave it blank when I am very sure the person knows that I exist in their world. This is unfortunately not the case for some ignorant fools on my Facebook list.

My criteria to add friends are:

1) We must be acquaintances in real life.

2) If we are merely online friends, I’ll add you because I know of you online. I’ve probably read your blog, you’re probably my customer or maybe you’re famous. I would then just add you but I wouldn’t comment on your FB because I am not thick skinned like that. I am merely enjoying the thrill of having a celebrity on my facebook. *squeals*

One of my major pet peeve is adding people whom I think they are my junior. Or a blog friend. I can’t possibly remember every name and every face right?! So I just add for fear of hurting that person. I mean, who would want to feel insignificant in another person’s life right? Though clearly some people should be bitch slapped with a list of do’s and don’ts when it comes to Facebook, but we’ll get there soon.

My classmates and I roughly know almost all our juniors but it is difficult to remember everyone 100%. So when we see, “Oh okay, these are the mutual friends. Should be juniors lah.” Then turns out that these are some hometown kampung friend of some classmate/junior who goes around adding everyone from my course. Stupid or not? We keep getting tricked over and over and over again. Please keep your desperate friends locked up in some facebook cage app.

And there are a few default pretty girls on my Facebook whom are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS mutual friends of mine and some random greasy Ah Beng asshole who has nothing better to do but add girls on FB. Personally, I think these pretty girls should be above this. If plain janes like me can spit on Ah Beng hamsap lous, they can do so much more. Like, say, click ignore and don’t bring this wretched creatures upon the rest of the female facebook population.

Commenting on Facebook Statuses/Photos/Updates

Nobody died and made me queen of facebook courtesy but I’ll just tell you what I think. I don’t really care. I’m in a bad mood today.

I’ve deleted people who made stupid/lame comments on my facebook. There was this one old lady whom I thought was a blogger friend who commented on a range of my photos. I was washing Chee Kiang’s legs for a fish spa and I was  posing with my (then) new car. Her comments insinuated that I was on all fours, being a slave to Chee Kiang, scrubbing his feet and when I posed with my car, she’ll cluck away going “oh kids these days are so spoiled”. I can’t remember my retort but I let her have a piece of my mind and then she deleted her comments straight away. A few other photos also lah, I can’t remember.

Firstly, if you’re older than me by at least 7 years right, think whether your comment is funny or not.

Secondly, THINK with your BRAIN whether we are close enough to  be talking like that or not.

Friends who have reached a certain closeness have the unwritten permission to talk with no barriers. You know, you can do without the politeness and the “so how’s lifes”. Coz you see each other every freaking day at school or at yam cha sessions every other month or maybe back in high school, you shared a very close friendship filled with insults and practical jokes.

Of course it is okay for mere acquaintances to leave a funny comment here and there.

It has to be:
1) Relevant
2) Uninsulting
3) Actually funny

Another old lady (what’s up with all these old ladies) saw some photos I took when I was in Terengganu for my oral health posting trip. I wore a skirt which was just an inch above my knees. Very decent for my standards, no one said anything when I was there.

This stupid woman, whom I presume was from Terengganu coz she was damn proud that I went to visit Terengganu or some bullshit like that, said “Isn’t your skirt a little short?”. This is coming from a lady whose facebook profile pic was of her naked shoulders. I can only hope she was wearing clothes lah. So I was like, “I don’t really care”. And she’s all, “Clearly.”

Last I checked, my mum didn’t even say anything. So who is she to comment on my dressing? Dumbass.

I also have a friend who …deep down.. I’m sure is a really nice fellow. He isn’t exactly aware that the way he communicates is kind of like invading on our personal space. He used to comment on almost all my statuses. The comments were embarrassing because people on my facebook would be wondering why is this fellow leaving all these comments on Jolene’s statuses and most of all, why don’t they make sense?

It got to a point that I was seriously too lazy to respond because I just didn’t find them funny at all. I deleted him and the poor guy asked me why I did that. I mean it hurts to have to deal with it this way because we even met in real life before.

Yes I know that statuses, photos and stuff on FB is free for all. It’s my fault that I added all these people on my FB, yes I know that. But what I’m trying to put across is that there has to be boundaries to follow. So it’s just too bad if there are some strange people  lurking around our facebook. But anyone who ‘understands how it works’, would know where to draw the line.

If you realize, people who see each other often or those who belong to a clique are the ones who would interact with each other most on Facebook. These are the people who would be in the same photos on Facebook and who would throw comments to and fro the entire day, making the rest of the gang laugh. Obviously someone who is not close to the gang could ‘like’ the pic or maybe say something funny. But he must not think that it is okay for him to insult the person in the photo like how the rest of the gang does. You don’t know how the system works, don’t pretend you do.

Facebook statuses are other updates are less personal than photos hence it is okay for anyone to comment.

Tagging Me In A Note That Has Nothing To Do WIth Me

When I don’t even know you.. I don’t really care what you have to say. Usually it’s some lameass heartwarming story about friendship, love and worst of all, religion.

I usually get tagged by close friends with those 25 or 10423948234 random things about me notes. I don’t think I’ve ever responded to any. I do want to, but I never seem to get around to it.

My computer is slowly dying on me too, it takes me ages to click on something for it to appear. So imagine the annoying feeling of seeing a gmail notification telling you someone who is practically a stranger tagged you in a note. Obviously curiosity gets the better of you right, then you go and see what’s the note all about. Bloody waste of time.

I’m not trying to be all elitist and eliminating potential close friends. Those who know they can talk without holding back, know it. I mean if we have thrown a few jokes around, we’ve reached that level. If I’ve never even said Hello to you before, that’s how you know I don’t appreciate the sudden inclusion in your list of friends to tag/comment unfunnily on.

Yes, i only have three. Feel free to add on.

I’m damn sleepy.

Before I climb into bed, one more tiny rant. Blog-related this time. Yes I am proud that people google for things that they fancy and manage to get some information on my blog. One thing about doing advertorials, people immediately assume you know everything about the product. Like fuck I know why there are korean words on the handphone’s keypad. Best part is, after asking their questions, they ask me to email them my answers. Wah lau you my boss issit. It irrirates me because why can’t THEY email me? Why must I email them about things they want to know when they are not my superiors/customers but random brainless strangers from the internet?

Long time never get flamed already, maybe I’ll get some when I wake up tomorrow morning. Goodnight world. Wah shit 5am already, somemore meeting customer at 11am tomorrow. Damnit.

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It’s not too bad really. Just passed my 650th customer mark.

I’m not actually earning enough to go on leisure trips or to buy a spanking new gadget. But it’s definitely enough to tide me over before mum banks in my monthly allowance. Enough to cover my petrol and my handphone bills (I’ve got a postpaid Maxis line and an unlimited data line from Celcom to feed my internet addiction..so i need the extra cash.)

Why am I not earning more? Because I use the money to buy more stickers that’s why.

Why do I keep buying the stickers? Because I like doing this, it’s a hobby of sorts. If you knew my profits, you would not be bothered to get into this business. Too low. I enjoy it though. I love stickers.

But some people don’t get it.

Customers will always ask for discounts.

If you’re buying over a hundred ringgit worth of stuff, of course it is negotiable.
But when they say something like, “Oh if I buy two, got cheaper ah?”

I’ll just sit there, looking at my gmail, stunned, at how people can still ask for discount for something that comes up to RM8.

“I’m too poor to buy this. Please discount!”

Then, please.. for goodness sake, PLEASE, save both of us our time and sell some things/get a part time job instead of whining to me about why I should sell it to you cheaper just because you can’t afford it.

I myself am too poor to buy somethings that I really want. You don’t see me crying to Sony or Machine’s salespeople going, “Please give me a discount for this laptop I’m too poor.”

I really try to be nice to some of the extremely stupid requests i get over the months. But like when my period hits me, hormones and all, I can’t be arsed to be nice.

I really don’t think I’m hurting my business. I’m nice to people who have their two whole brain halves when dealing with me.

This Sticker Business is not my life line. It will all be over in a year’s time. I’ll either have a massive sale in July 2010 or sell the business off. I don’t have a boss whom I need to fear if I’m ‘rude to customers’. I really try my best not to be…. though sometimes, I really feel like letting go a multitude of insults, but to maintain a slight level of professionalism, I have to hold back. it really sucks. I really feel like vomiting blood sometimes.

Best is when some of them ask, “Can give me your suppliers’ contact number?”

… I will roll on the floor and laugh for awhile, call Lie Yuen over to check out the latest Stupid Email I Get From Customers before replying, “No.”

I used to be nicer by saying things like, “Sorry dear (obligatory term to use in the blogshop world when dealing with each other), but I can’t. ”

But over the months, the emails just become stupider and stupider until I either can’t be arsed to reply them or just type a one word reply, “no.”

My favourite would be this:

“Hi! I think it’ll be more convenient for me to buy straight from your supplier. Give me your suppliers’ contacts. Thanks ya.”

I mean seriously, do these people think I was born yesterday?? Why would I want competitors for? Healthy for the niche market and all that economy mumbo jumbo but I intend to keep it this way for as long as I can. If another person starts selling stickers, that’s fine by me. If you can find the supplier, go ahead.

Dirty tactics are such as promoting their own sticker business on my blog.

Damn clever. Damn fucking clever.

Over the months, I’ve invested in quite a sum on advertising. I’d say the total comes up to about RM500? On Xiaxue’s alone was about RM300+. And all those effort into building my network, some just come to leach it. That really infuriates me.

Again, my returns are not as high as I want it to be. But I get so pissed off when some people come to my blog to steal traffic back to theirs after all the effort and money I’ve put in to get it out there. But true, I have no control over it. It’s a free market. (haha, is this how the term is used? I never studied econs okay)

Most recent one is this person claiming that my blings are too expensive and putting a link to some other webstore which sells the pearl blings for a cheaper price. I’ve seen those, they are branded craft supplies from the US, but at most, only 30 pieces of pearls. The price was RM5. I’m selling a sheet of 180 pieces of pearl stickers for RM5. How is it more expensive?! They are two different items and furthermore, mine has more value for money. Sheesh.

On a side note, I think I’m quite an honest seller. Customers who don’t receive their items will either get a full refund from me or have their items sent over again. Most would opt for the latter. I encourage them to use Pos Ekpres, but some insist on the free postage which is by using stamps only. And there have been a few times when these items go missing in the mail. Kleptomaniacs for postmen perhaps? Thankfully it’s mostly for items below RM50. I had this one customer who made me send her RM20 worth of blings THREE times because it got lost THREE times. That’s a total of RM60 worth of stickers floating somewhere in Pos Malaysia. Then after that she laughed, “Hahaha, things usually go missing at this address one.” -__________- I never want to send the thing to the same address if it gets lost the first time. I usually ask for a different address.

One or two people whom I have met up with to sell stickers to treat me like I’m beneath them. As hard as I try to make conversation I’ll still remain as the sticker seller who is not worthy enough to be talked to like an equal. Wow, feeling the plight of a foreign worker.

There are some other more stupid things to write about but perhaps I’ll do so in the future. Too fresh to write about it now.

And if anyone wants to say that I don’t know to do business by bitching, YEA SO WHAT? This is just for fun. I don’t owe anybody anything.

On the flip side, I’ve also met many kind customers and made a few good friends (Paul, Mei..you guys rock. ). A sweetheart named Veronica even designed a button for me! I’ll be putting it up on the sticker blog real soon.

Meet-ups are usually fun because it’s like I’m showing off my babies to a bunch of like minded people who will ooh and aah and pick up things that catch their fancy.

Just needed to get this off my chest. Feels great to write about my ‘job’ and not get fired for it. Can’t blog about the clinics due to professional ethics reasons. Almost bursting with PMS today. Hate periods, HATE.

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Awesome because Year 4 would have started by then and I can’t possibly come home on a Monday just to attend a movie screening? Instead, I get to drive over the Penang bridge and watch Mama Mia with the Penang bloggers!(If I win the tickets, I’ll give it to Lie Yuen! Brenda, you do your own post! )

The one reason that I want to watch Mama Mia badly is of course none other than the super talented Meryl Streep! Give her any role and she can transform it entirely into something that people will remember. Also, for Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth to sing? Such unlikely castings, all the more reasons for us to watch it.

Be it Lisa the suffering mother/shrink in Prime or the ice queen Miranda in Devil Wears Prada, you’ve got to love her. She commands respect for all her work on the silver screen and now she’s actually singing in a movie! I MUST WATCH THIS SHOW. Obviously if I don’t win the tickets I’ll still go and pay RM8(huhuhuhuhu) and watch it at the cinemas.

I love musicals so much. Some people find musicals boring but I loooooove them.

When I was little, it would be the disney ones. Now that I’m older, there’s Hairspray, Sweeney Todd, Enchanted (Errr..in recent times k)… all these happy clappy songs that makes you smile like an idiot at the silver screen when the entire cast comes out to dance. Except maybe Sweeney Todd (which Chee Kiang and I actually watched while propped on our elbows and tummies in bed), which was on repeat in my ipod for a few weeks. Oh, Across The Universe sucked for me. I walked out during the animated part. What stupidity #(E$#^$^#%. Musicals should NEVER be animated.

I remember after watching Sound Of Music when I was five, I would pretend to be Gretel climbing up the stairs singing, “The sun…has gone…to bed…and so must I….”. The most recent Sound Of Music re-enactment was done last Tueday at Neway where Dennis and I sang 16 Going on 17. We even did the whole running around the gazebo thing (Neway had a semi-circular seating arrangement) and Jiun Jeh shouting at Dennis in the background, “You’re 24!”

For me, I found Grease a little too long but I love all the songs!

I wonder if Cats will ever be adapted onto the big screen?

Before watching Mama Mia, I’ll probably do what I did for Across The Universe: Go on an ABBA binge. I’m sure I’ll end up liking the songs from the movie more. But knowing songs like I Have A Dream, Mama Mia, Moneymoneymoney would be good enough for now. CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE TICKETS?

Check out the trailer. Meryl Streep looks so young with her long blonde curls.

Shhh secret… I actually watched all the High School Musical movies. Waiting for High School Musical: Graduation. Shh. Shy.

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The university has many designated parking areas for the students and some of the areas are so bloody far from our classrooms that we have to walk like 15 minutes and by the time we reach, we are already sweating and heaving and are no longer in the mood to enjoy the lecture.(well, at least pretend to be a diligent student at the best of times)

In order to keep everything in check, the university has implemented a car sticker for all students and staff of the university. These stickers, I assume, will let the security guards who are doing their rounds know which cars are not allowed to park where and where.

Wishing to abide by the rules, a few of us went to the administration building(which will take you 20 minutes to walk to from our class, so we drove) to buy the sticker from the finance department. I parked my car at the side, alongside other cars, in front of the administration building. There were easily about 10 other cars doing the same thing as me. Perhaps not all of them belong to students but I swore I saw three boys walking into the car which was parked behind me.

Zhu Zen remained inside my car while Lie Yuen and I made our way into the administration building. The whole ordeal would probably only take slightly more than 15 minutes. I admit that I’m in the wrong if my car was blocking traffic. But the cars could still pass. Nevermind, about that.

What I’m most pissed off is when some chief guard came down from his jeep(they use jeeps to make their rounds around the university. For 10 students in my university, there is at least one security guard.) and shouted at us at the top of his voice from about 100 metres away, “STUDENTS CANNOT PARK HERE!!”

My immediate reaction? I was OFFENDED! Lie Yuen retaliated, “How can he raise his voice at us?! So rude!” hoping that he was within ear shot.

I obediently drove away while the anger in me seethed.

I wanted to follow his car and make him wind down the window so that I can tell him, “You are very rude for raising your voice at me. It is very unprofessional of you and we do not deserve to be shouted at. Please speak to us more politely in the future.”

However, what entailed was a cat and mouse chase. The both of us would be on opposite side of the roads(separated by a 5 metre wide divider) and I would stop my car when he stopped my car and I would wind down my window, hoping that he would get the message to wind down HIS window. But he didn’t and he stared at me, and I replied with a glare.

I really wanted to go down and give him a piece of my mind but there was no where for me to park.

I saw the Deputy Vice Chancellor talking to one of my old lecturers and I immediately parked at the staff area and stomped all the way to him, hoping to lodge a complain. Coincidentally, that rude security guard’s jeep was parked two spaces away from me but he was no where in sight.

The entrance to the administration building was manned by this innocent looking security guard from Nepal whose only command of the Malay language was “Tak boleh park di sini.”(their other default phrases are: “Mana ID?” and “Tak boleh bawa buku keluar.”) So I said to him, “Tadi guard yang marah saya? APA nama dia?” And he couldn’t give me an answer but could only continue with his “Tak boleh park di sini,”. I told him with a very crazy looking smile that it would be for awhile. JUST. While. And he said, “Okay, cepat!”. Wow, new word.

The Deputy VC was my old microbiology lecturer as well. He, unlike the security guard, is a very well educated man who is soft spoken. I went up to the two lecturers and asked them “Sir, can I say something?” and he was like, “Yes! Of course, please!”

Then I started rambling like an energizer bunny who was about to burst into tears about how I’m so rudely reprimanded just because I’m a student..bla bla..who is he to talk so rudely to me.. bla bla..can he learn not to raise his voice at me..bla bla..why are security guards so rude?..bla bla..

Then the Deputy VC calmed me down and said, “Okay okay, I will reprimand him okay? Even I don’t dare to raise my voice at the students…! I will reprimand him!” He then turned to my other lecturer and excused himself, “Let me appease her first! I’ll walk her to her car.”

I apologized to him for losing my cool but I needed to get it off my chest. For all the years that I’ve been in this university, yes lah, I may have parked my car at the wrong places(just 5 minutes?!) but not until damn melampau like in the middle of the road but the worst ones were when I was in year 1 and every other week I would be told off (very rudely) that my skirt is too short this that this that. You know how short were the things I wore to uni?!! They were only about an inch above my knees!!

It came to a point where I was so angry with the security guard at the old campus that I went to complain to the student affairs about him(who tried to calm me down, very professionally) and he came into the office to complain to them about me. I glared at him as he entered the office and slammed the door just behind him. I’m sorry to appear so in front of the nice people at the student affairs but my beef with that security guard was to the point of no return. But all this happened three years ago…. it’s all water under the bridge on my part. Can’t even remember his face now. He would see me and look at my skirt and go, “YOU again!!”

Funny how so many girls can get away with skirts that end a foot above their knees, now that we’ve moved into the new campus. Because of all the telling-offs that I’ve received(to the point where they wanted to file me as a student with discipline problems), my wardrobe here in Kedah is filled with grannie looking things. Oklah, if I can abide by the rules which want us to look professional, I don’t mind.

I’m not a very difficult person. If you can tell me off with a polite manner, a kind smile, of course I would listen to you.

But I will not tolerate it when people shout at me or raise their voices at me just because I’m a freaking student.

Being a student does not put me at the lowest of the low in the social heirarchy!

During hospital visits, we were shouted at by a nurse once just because we didn’t greet her.

I am a human being, just like you, worthy of respect.

I cannot stand people who are strangers to begin with, but who clearly have higher positions than you, launch into shouting mode when they think that you’re doing something against the rules.

Rudeness will only make people despise you, it will only stain the name of the institution that you belong to. Your reputation will be known far and wide and life will continue to be difficult for you if you remain the person that you are.

All the education in the world cannot rectify certain attitude problems.

When I become someone of power someday, I will not discriminate against people who are of lower status than me. I’ve never shouted at a person for NO reason at all. (even when I shout at my brother, it’s because he didn’t let me play his playstation/drive the car/use the computer(back in the 90s)). If my future maid pisses me off, I’ll just send them off. You won’t see my name in the newspapers with the word “Hot iron” in the same paragraph.

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See, the DSL light has been blinking. I’ve been told  by many people that it’s Streamyx’s fault. Not my modem’s. It happened right after a thunderstorm, where nothing got shut down.

So I called Streamyx.

Their first excuse was that it would take 24-48 hours. This was last Tuesday.(a week ago.)

Then I called back and they said it would take 2-3 working days because the cable needs to be replaced.

THen I called back on Friday and they said that they found out that the ‘exchange’ on their side is down because of data overload.

Then I called on Sunday and they said that it will take 1-2 weeks. (this was when I cried on the phone.)

Then I called back the next day and they said that it would be done by Tuesday(18/9/07).

Then I called again and they said that Malaysia does not have any of the cables. And they are currently importing it in from China………….. to which I asked, “Is the plane flying yet?” and they were like, “I’m not sure, Maam,”

WAHT THE FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING FUCKIN FUCKKkkkKKKKKkkkKkkKK……

I am so fucking internetless that i am going crazy…

The only thing that keeps me sane is this weekend’s dental dinner. A night to dress up and walk around in high heels. OH SUCH FUN!~ >:(

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I had a panic attack last night, well, yesterday morning since that’s my usual bed time. (I have surrendered to fate, my bed time memang no hope of changing already.) I was of course burning the midnight oil again for my practical exam today(Monday) and as if it isn’t bad enough that I have a paper to sit for, I had to await a call from the school of dentistry to inform me if I had to sit for a VIVA exam in the next few days.

This VIVA exam is an oral examination that will be conducted in front of three scary lecturers if you have obtained a D(it doesn’t stand for Distinction) for your paper. It’s to nudge you over the passing mark. If you fail that, you will have to come back for a resit paper just before the next year starts. (Failing to pass the paper, you will have to repeat the entire year).

I’ve went through that last year and failed my viva. NEVER AGAIN.

I remember putting the phone down and crying my signature torrential amount of tears.

I went to bed with my wrists pulsing in pain in rhythm to my quickening heart. My morning call could very well be from the school of dentistry to inform me that I’ve to sit for my viva exams. I was curled up like a shrimp in my bed, shivering from fear and from the air con, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The rays from the morning sun did not help.

But luckily, my morning was phone call free. By the way, I have a phone line here in Kedah with the 04 number in front of it. Once I called a classmate up and she screamed at me for giving her a heart attack. It’s that bad.

So off we sauntered to the campus after a quick lunch and a little more notes flipping(without anything else getting absorbed into our heads, obviously. Or else I would have been able to answer that stupid amalgam pin question. I hate myself.. boohoohoo). We decided to go up to the School Of Dentistry to inquire once and for all if we have been selected to sit for the Viva oral exams.

One thing about happy joyful lecturers who are perpetually joking, you just don’t know when they are telling the truth. Our playful lecturers stood at the doorway and with quivering voices, we asked, “Sir, we’re here to find out if we have to sit for Viva,”. After getting our names(we’re unpopular students, watudu.), he said with a side way cock of his head, “Passed. You passed,”

I just stared at the two lecturers and the other lecturer, sweet guy who tells weak jokes, but sweet none the less, made another weak joke to try to lighten the situation for us. I could only give a slight upwards curve of the lips before asking, “Sure I passed ar? How sure are you sir! Don’t lie! I will come crying to you okay if I fail! Don’t bluff me lah sir!!”

“Passed! I marked the paper, only three people in the class has to sit for Viva” said my lecturer indignantly.

I started waving madly at him, “Okay byebye sir byebye.” and hurried down the staircase with Lie Yuen, both our hearts racing. We feared for our results and we were minutes away from our last and final paper.

Of course I’m happy to hear my lecturers consoling me like that but I need to see it for myself, in black and white, before I can allow myself to be happy and free.

My classmates, at least those who have had phone call free mornings, have now shot back to their places of origin: Kuantan, Penang, Alor Star, Sarawak, Perak..etc. But the KL people are staying back to await the equivalent of a death sentence: Exam results. Oklah, not so bad. A rollercoaster drop at 21 degrees, maybe.

Just to be sure, we went up to confirm about the Viva with the administration staff. We’re kiasu like that.

Bad move. But at least our fragile hearts will be prepared for the worst. They have yet to call students and will do so throughout the entire day tomorrow. DIE LA DIE LA DIE!

I guess it’ll be a good four days for me to catch up with my downloaded movies, Simpsons episodes, Friends episodes, blog reading, mindless internet surfing, blog layout editing, paperback novels reading(I like to read about suffering chinese women of yesteryears.:P) and sleeping. Definitely lots and lots of sleeping. Zzz.

Here’re photos from my Penang trip that we did a day after the pseudo-last paper(Microbiology was painful) of our finals:

L-r: Nien, Lie Yuen, Brenda, Zhu Zen and Myself.

We were waiting for Poh Yee to come out. She was taking such a long time to get ready!

Lie Yuen and Brenda looking so much better after being couped up in their rooms, forehead deep in year 2 dental notes.

Zhu Zen looking so cute!

Jolene so cute! Not.. But damn long never camwhore. So bagilah chan sikit. (Why do I sound like I’m bribing a policeman..haha)

Random loving photo of Nien and Me.

I was proving to the rest that I can camwhore for anybody, not only myself. I wasn’t looking at the LCD, in fact I was like facing the side of the camera…. you catch my drift?

Hey, what can I do? The camera had more shots of me, put up only lorh.

Me and Brenda. Oklah, excuses excuses. It’s just another one of myself camwhoring. *Points at Poh Yee* It’s her fault for taking so long to get ready. And the sunlight was lovely too. <3

Poh Yee was clearly deprived of sleep.

We went to Redbox to celebrate the end of exams. Quite fun lah actually. I learnt alot of chinese words that day.*proud of myself* And everytime an English song came on, they would push the mics in Brenda’s face and my face and say, “Ang moh kooi!” and we would sing along to songs from our tween years. Heh heh. Think Spice Girls and Britney Spears.

l-r: Poh Yee, Brenda and Nien.

I have NO idea what Maxis was doing. That’s Ee Chean in the background.

l-r: Poh Yee and Lie Yuen

Brenda and the very big head.

We were served with our airplane food. Horrid food. Bleh.

Andy arrived late. He did some warm ups before attempting to serenade us with his melodious voice.

I think we were singing Hit Me Baby One More Time. Damn fun wei! I vow to sing more Britney songs. I must try try try to sing Beyonce’s Irresistable. I also…erm, want to try to sing Lady Marmalade. It’ll be such a laugh! Dahlings, let’s go cheong k when I get back ok??? hahaha.

Andy in full gear. -_-

The guys l-r: Josiah, Ee Chean, Chwan Hong, Sett, Ah Thong

Sock Nee was the star of the day. She’s got a damn chun voice! Very ngam to sing all those emo chinese songs and Lie Yuen said that if she was a record company manager, she’d offer her a contract on the spot.

See, she elicited this response from the ‘crowd’.

There was one particular song that Maxis and Ee Chean were singing very loudly too.

Intermission.

And then it was off to watch Transformers! I know we are slow okay. It’s not our fault we had to be couped up at home, studying our asses off(literally, I can’t feel my bum already. I’ve been sitting in a chair for many many hours a day for many many days.). Don’t we look like some form2 form3 kids out on a trip together-gether in a whole bunch?

TRANSFORMERS WAS GOOOooooooooooooooooooooD. Though I fell asleep because I only had 4 hours of sleep in two days. But only missed like 8% of the show. So it was still good. Shia Lebeouf is so cute too! He’s only 1 year older than me! I’m amazed how he can maintain his funniness throughout the entire movie.

Is it weird that I chuckled everytime the cars transformed into robots?

For lunch we had Kim Gary. This is me attempting to make a long-time-no-see face at my Cheese Baked Rice.

Success!

Thought I’d share a photo of the receding tides along Gurney Drive. When I went there last year with Chee Kiang, I clearly remember water there.

It looks so bare and dirty now. There are some land reclamation work being carried out somewhere nearby. I wonder if that’s the cause.

Chickens! I super love this soft toy shop. It’s got the cutest beanies but too bad I ain’t got the moolah to splurge on dust collectors. Nice to see, but I love my bed space more than any cute soft toy.(except the darling Cat you bought my birthday, Lie Yuen. *picks Catcat up from the floor and pats it lovingly*

I particularly loved this monkey because it has the colours of my blog! And also the name of the monkey, “Kapo” sounds like “Kepo” which is so me.

A group photo with the girls before leaving Queensbay.
l-r: Brenda, Me, Lie Yuen, Poh Yee, Nien and Zhu Zen.

Like any other shopping trips I’ve chronicled, how can I possible exclude my spoils:

Slinky tube dress. I wish I got a clearer picture and am now too lazy to get a clearer one. But for Rm65.90 it fits ANY body type. I wore it and I loved it. Lie Yuen wore it and she loved it. It fits anyone!

When I went in to the shop(it’s in Gurney Plaza) I was amazed by the rows and rows of slinky dresses(the type that you’ll need to wear with leggings but some can be without) for Rm35-Rm65. It was like heaven for me! I was like a child let loose in a candystore! I couldn’t stop fingering fabrics, tugging to test the elasticity(T_T that’s how people like me choose clothes.. T_T), oohing and aahing at the prints and the designs… I’M GOING BACK TO THE PLACE ON WEDNESDAY!!! Yes, I’m going to Penang again on Wednesday. Sungai Petani so sien lah.

A polka dot skirt for class.

White shoes from Central Square in Sungai Petani. There’s a new shoe shop that’s quite nice. Not like any of you who reads this blog will care or will visit Sungai Petani.

And now presenting the torment of my exam season: The damn green bugs.

I’m not kidding okay. These are all the bugs collected from ONE night on the porch. Like a mountain okay. Damn scary.

That’s the broom behind it.

Good things spiderwebs exist. And see how big that spider is? I bet its having a feast with the bugs season.

I know my house is gross. We’re shifting out when year 3 starts! This house is beyond salvage!

I shall now climb into bed.

I realise I’m very angsty in my previous posts and especially the comments. Hehehe.

Surprisingly, I’ve received two flamers in the span of over half a year. I think lah. Not sure. But I definitely don’t get flamers often.

I told myself that I would be strong and will handle any shit thrown my way. I managed! I’m so proud of myself!

I guess I really shouldn’t blog just before my period comes. I become overly angry. Sigh. But stupidness pisses me off. So, maybe it’s not PMS.

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I haven’t been sleeping early(but since when have I ever?) for the past few days. Going to bed at about 5am.. yes, exams are around the corner. Top it off with my very very bad procrastinating habits and this is what you get.

I’ve actually editted a batch of photos but my brain is like vibrating and spasming from the tiredness I feel. But I told myself that no matter what I must complete just three more pages of my dental plaque notes and then I can retire to bed. But I really wanted to blog just because I haven’t been blogging properly for the past few days as well. I’m just too tired.

I feel my breathing is slightly suppressed.. and I need to raise the muscles around my eyebrows to keep myself from falling asleep. I have no strength to lift up the muscles of my eyelids. I’m shivering abit too. But that’s because the air con was on for the entire day. It’s either damn hot or damn cold here in Kedah. Rainy season too!

I can really feel my brain/head/whatever clenching up, and unclenching, clenching..and then relaxing and then … emptiness.

No coffee tonight, that’s why.

I KNOW I should go to bed. Just two more pages. TWO.

The vibration is going to the back of my ears and pressure is building up between my eyes. I feel a thudding pressure at the back of my head.. oh god I really need to stop this and go to bed.

I shall put the blame on this website –> http://www.tv-links.co.uk. Go knock yourself out. Lie Yuen and I had a great time watching Charlie and The Chocolate Factory over there.

And for the dental dinner, we’re rethinking Stand By Me. We don’t quite have the stamina to sing it loudly.. and the da da dum people say that they get distracted after awhile and thus ruin the whole song.

So we need a song that oldies and people who do not like worldly songs will like.(Staunch christians.. gotta respect my friends). Nothing about holding you close tonight or kissing you under stars or i need you tonights or even the touch of your fingers etc etc.

We’re thinking Ain’t No Mountain High Enough(I’ve just listened to it …and it’s gonna be quite tough!) or Catch a Falling Star! We considered Seasons In The Sun before… but yawn yawn.

And as a joke, we wanted to do The Lion Sleeps Tonight. I like the Ah Weeeee part. haha.

Suggestions please!

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But I’m back for the holidays. Time alone with my thoughts is not possible. The only constant thought in my head is “who am I meeting today again?”

It’s not that I’m so happening and highly demanded but so many old friends are back from overseas and I try to make it a point to see everyone. It’s not easy. It’s very draining. In fact, as I blog this, I feel so sleepy.

Why do I feel the need to have to blog about everything I do? Every photo I take?

I just feel like going to bed but if I don’t blog this, I will never get to move on to the gazillion of photos that I have left in my computer.

Su-Hsien once told me, “Jo, don’t let your blog turn into a photoblog.”

I’m afraid it’s already at that level already right? Please tell me my blog is not a photoblog. I still want to know that I can write. Can I write?

I know deep down I’m not a good writer. I don’t even speak or write perfect english. I suppose what is special about me is the way I try to dramatize every single event in my life. I was told before that I have the ability to make mundane things seem interesting. But I am not able to elaborate on everything all the time. On some days, there’s no inspiration to blog.

I take photos because I want to tell you what captured my attention. I want to tell everyone that I’ve been hanging out with so and so today. I want to remember the things I do clearer.

My eyes are barely open, now. These thoughts are just flowing.. and flowing. They might not even relate to one another.

But like I said, if I don’t blog this, I will never get around to doing it. Such is the life of Jolene Lai.

At which point did blogging became an obligation? (Don’t worry Justin this has nothing to do about blogging about your birthday party.)

I was once told off by someone that I can’t get mad at them just because they don’t want to post something on their blog.

I was pissed, but I see their reasons now.

it’s annoying when your guilt strings are pulled just because you own a blog. It’s a stupid duty to tend to.

I always tend to stupid duties. And end up blaming someone, and then realising that the culprit of the whole ordeal is because of myself.

I say yes to almost everything. I’m just so fucking obliging. I wish I was tougher. But if people stopped asking me to do things, I’d feel sad.

Now whose backside do you wanna kick?

And I’m always the first to say sorry should anybody be upset with/at me.

Even if it’s not my fault.

Why am I talking so much irrelevant er..irrelevances?

*

Last Saturday, Justin’s girlfriend Ada celebrated his 21st birthday party for him earlier at TGIF at the Curve. She celebrated it earlier because she was leaving for Australia before his birthday.

…. actually you know what? I’m so tired. I AM DAMN PISSED THAT I WROTE A NICE LONG POST ABOUT THE DINNER LAST NIGHT AND THE FUCKING INTERNET DIED ON ME. I was supposed to have posted something nicer than this, about this, two nights ago if it isn’t because of streamyx. Why isn’t there another reliable telecommunications giant that we can sign up with?

So there’s so much I want to say about the party. But just too tired. So I’m going to do it in a point form.
-girlfriend Ada. very good. will win girlfriend of the year award.

-makes me want to bury hole and put self inside.

-girlfriend Ada belanja-ed dinner.

-justin very touched.

-justin very surprised too.

-girlfriend Ada bought Justin 21 birthday presents to signify the 21 years of his life.

and I hope to god my mood is because of the pending arrival of my period. I feel so fucking angry for no particular reason? And maybe because I’m damn tired as well.

I AM SO FUCKING MAD I FEEL LIKE TEARING MY EYEBALLS OUT AND THROWING THEM AT MY DOG. ARGHHHHHHHHh!!!

It must be the internet and my painful back.

cheers to the birthday boy. yay.

l-r: justin, ada, yee ling(nice girl. I’d say more. But with my current mood? Dangerous territory. Don’t mess with me when I’m in this mood.)

L-r: daryl, kenny, ahpeng, ah something can’t remember ah what. Ah Peng looks like Vick from Malaysian Idol. I was very witty last night when I wrote about this. But tonight I can’t be fucked. He looks like Vick. He said hah that guy again. I said hahaha. End.

l-r: Jon, Gaya, Me. Yes. Same top from blog meet. Went straight. No time to bathe, change. Whatever fuck.

She loves him so much, and he loves her even more.

Daryl the sor chai and myself.

Daryl so cute.

l-r: Saif, Nadine, Jon, Gaya, Me

Me and the birthday boy.

So cute.

This is what happens to you if you celebrate your birthday there.

Yea, blow blow.

Wah so big card

Aww, 21 birthday presents. So touchingleh.

She don’t want to see them kiss.

Self explanatory. I was happier last night. Blame the internet for my mood la.

Daryl so farnee.

Camwhoring in Daryl’s garden. Went there for booze and to lepak for abit. I hate alcohol. I officially hate alcohol. I’m not going to pretend anymore.

I HATE ALCOHOL. FUCK ALCOHOL. It’s so not the drink for me. I’m a coke kinda person.

FUCK YOU LA MY MOOD DAMN BAD SO DON’T COME DEFEND YOUR FUCKING ALKIE TRAITS.(to nobody in particular ok)

Wah so loving. How come this photo above the other? Fuck i care la.

I was happier then. Yes.

Gaya and me.

lalala whatever

oh nice.

Lucky jon.

Tequila shots.

Marcus came.

Hm.

Playing with ice.

puppies so cute. that’s ada by the way.

so cute. so cute. so cute. ….

AND THE END. Yes yesyesyesyesyesyesye i can sleep now.

I’ll probably only get to publish this on Friday morning. UGH! I HATE THE INTERNET IN MY AREA!!! The only redeeming fact about Kedah is that the internet is so much better there.

I WANT TO SLEEP NOW.

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Can anybody teach me how to install a javascript banner on to my sidebar? It worked fine with html! … wordpress doesn’t run on html.:(

I tried everything.

Googling instruction..even relying on the Dreamweaver help pages.. nothing. NOTHING.

But I learnt a few things about dreamweaver in the process. But that’s not the point. I have been given an ad(it’s very nice somemore!! ) and time is running out.
Can anybody help me??

Do i have to upload the script onto my server?

The url for the script is here:

http://www.jayelleenelial.com/wp-content/themes/PHStarry_Night/script.js

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