A friendship post

Sorry for the lack of blogging. I have been kinda hooked to my PSP lately haven't got into the mood to blog lately due to my pathetically boring life. No kidding. I don't club, shop, bitch or travel as much as any ordinary blogger should in fact my life is basically just about nothing. Okay la imma stop giving excuses and just admit that I am helplessly lazy. sometimes. Don't you just hate it when people deny and give excuses? Me too. But I can't help God created me this way.

Plenty has happened since the last time I blogged and I am glad that nothing much in my life has changed from there. I pretty much gave up on being a "charitable relationship counselor" to them after realizing that it has gotten him/her or better yet them, nowhere despite the length of time given. Wound definitely heals in time but I just thought that one year might be a little too long and even after one year, it still seem like a fresh cut to me.

I mean, really, as a friend, I try to be there as much as I could to provide necessary comfort and advice for your depressed soul and even when I'm not physically there to talk and accompany you until the sunrises, or wait for the both of you to sort things out and trying to salvage whatever there is left to while I patiently sits for 3 hours at the mamak in the middle of the night hoping that the both of you reconcile, despite all those dreadful episodes, I never fail to lend a listening ear.

Until it happened. It happen when you make me talk so much about relationship but you never once listen, instead you chose to go against it knowing that it is wrong and when shit surfaces again and when your wound bleeds again you come crying for me hoping for consolation and then we're back to square one again.

Most importantly, it happen when I'm always there to mend your broken heart while I continue to neglect my untreated wound allowing it to bleed to it's last drop. You make me feel like a loser. A doer with a hypocrite mind.

"You shouldn't lie"

You think I don't lie? I may not lie when it is unnecessary but that still does not mean that I don't lie do I?

"You should move on already"

Who doesn't know that moving on is hard? Do you seriously think that I'm so over my past already? Seriously?


You get what I mean? Saying is easy but doing is a whole different story and I am so sick of saying things that sounds right to everyone but wrong to me. You make me feel ashamed of what I said. You make me feel responsible for the things that I said and I don't want to feel responsible for things that I don't meant to say but had to because it was the right thing to say to you.

And what suck most is when you make me say them, make me feel bad for it, and then you deliberately forgets about it the next day while I ramble about the stupid right things that I said.

So stop it. Stop whatever you're doing because you're indirectly mentally tormenting me and leading me into Miseryville everytime you make me question my own ability and everytime you remind me of my past with your story. I can't allow my wound to heal with you constantly reminding me about my past and questioning my own decisions.

I am certain that we can overcome this if we stick with each other and walk together but I need you to pull yourself together and don't let the past continue to haunts you.

Phew. I feel so much better now!


No hard feelings if you do read this I just had to let it out. Nonetheless, I still love you for all the stupid things that we did together during these 15years of our friendship. Just don't intoxicate yourself and make me clean your pukes again. Ew.

Btw, what do you think of my new bangs?


Lotsa loves! ;-*

My first time

taking LRT.

Boooo! Gotcha! What were you thinking just now huh? Lol.

Finally, this deer is no longer any ordinary deer who got into a village (rusa masuk kampung) or some mountain tortoise (suaku) who has never use the public transport before (except for bus and taxi which I last rode a few years back can't remember how long). In fact, this deer is no longer a deer! She has transformed into a.....swan. <-wtf so unrelated


Sometimes I really wish I could blog.


Anyway, here's the pictures that speaks a thousand words! or as proof for any of that matter ;p

Date : 26/09/08
Day : Friday (or was it Saturday?)
Meeting point : The Coffee Bean, Midvalley Megamall
Partner In Crime : Rachel Yeong a.k.a McMartha (the name speaks for itself!)

Never judge a book by its cover. An excellent chef.
( Credits given after I tried her mee goreng, it was exceptionally good)


However, people with great cooking skills are cunning. She succeeded in pranking me to meet up at The Coffee Bean while she sits at Secret Recipe (located right in front of TCB) chuckling away at my lost expression. Bully.

Stop wasting time and starts to camwhore

We acted tourist and take picture as a "remembrance".
Sorry my face too sexy here cannot show.

Rachel dressed like some rich tai tai but wear sandals and take KTM. She say "wear comfortably" wor. Damn right. I wore heels wtf.

Multitasking = Wait commuter + pretending to be tourist camwhoring.

Found the perfect angle. Bright enuff. Can cover flaws. easily.

We didn't manage to take picture in the KTM because it was too crowded and we were holding on to the commuter's door. High level skill you dunno one la.

We made it to KL Sentral! *open champagne*

Hooray.
*play 'We Are The Champion" song*

Pre-train phobia. I shrieked like shit I don't know if shit shriek like me.
I thought the train is going to break into halves. Rough ride.

Post-trauma. See my leg position. Changed already, they were crossed just now.
Lyke tis better balancing mah.

Rachel's one a bit blurry but can still see her selipar sandals.

Us posing in the LRT.

Random picture.
Ally went to chop off her long long hair because she depressed.

Random picture again.
This is Ally after she reversed into someone else's car and become depressed and starts to bang her head against the steering wheel. Kidding on the head banging part.

The next thing we know, we're at Sungei Wang Plaza! Easy breezy ;)
Upon arrival, we get free sample of deodorant. Not those small packet of sample but the whole bottle of deodorant. Rachel got a little annoyed and asked "our armpit very smelly meh?"

*sneer*

Candid picture of me trying on shoe. Face inappropriate to be reveal here.
I bought a pair of gladiator sandals (yay) because my feet hurt so badly I cannot pretend to be sexy any longer.

I made Rachel compensate for the fugly candid just now.
I threaten to burn her designer bags if she refused to take another nice picture of me.

After done buying my shoe, we meet up with Rach's friend at Dome.

A very good looking guy with shit attitude. What a waste.




"I don't see what's wrong with attached guys going to KTV hugging P.R.O because we need to ying chou (socialise) our boss mah. As a girlfriend she should be more understanding."

"I like DKNY apparels more because A/X is just boring. It's everywhere!"

"I don't like my Camry because it's too spacious" <-then buy Kancil la dumbass

Blah blah blah.


This, is what I call beauty without brain. There is no such thing as perfection okay don't be stupid. Much explained why I never fall for rich/handsome/famous guy (the combination of any of the two). Or maybe I'm genetically designed to discriminate them.

So yeah, *slap slap* *kick crotch* *karate/taekewondo/ thai boxing*
khiao ni.


*continue*

Still happily posing after kena threaten.

She then threaten to rape me if her picture don't come out nice.
Luckily it came out perfectto. Bravo..bravo.. <-wtf act Italian

Me attempting a demure look.

FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!

End of post. Get out of my blog now!

But come back again kay?

Mwaaahh! ;-*

A guy fell off from my condo!

I witnessed it first hand and OMG it was fucking horrifying! In fact, I don't think I should be talking about this right now because the spot where he fell is just outside the window facing me now.

-__________________-


It gives me the creep. Even as I'm typing this wtf.


But I really should start blogging about it already after 2days of refusing to do so after I've been so traumatized by it that I couldn't sleep at night and I've been insisting that Dearie (wtf) follow me around the house EVERYWHERE I go and I peed with the door open wtf T_T


It happened yesterday afternoon just before we were about to leave the house for lunch. It has been raining cats and dogs since the morning and I was in the room getting myself ready while Dearie was in the office room surfing. And then it happened.


"Pooong!"


The impact was so loud and clear it made the whole building shake a little. Dearie jumped from his seat, a lil' jolted and asked if I'm okay thinking that I might have carelessly dropped something very heavy, like the refrigerator wtf. I walked out of the room, still a little oblivious to what has happened and I thought maybe the person who stays the floor above us might have fallen something heavy like a refrigerator.


As I walked into the office, Dearie asked me "what happened????" and I told him I have no idea and it wasn't me to which he jokingly replied "you ren thiao lou ah (somebody jumped off the building)???" He then walked towards the window (the one in front of me now wtf T_T ), swing open the window (those full length window) and to his horror, he saw a body with the back facing up RIGHT BELOW HIM.


Panicked, he turned around while looking at me with the most gruesome look on his face and say "it's real!".


Everything was so surreal and I couldn't believe what I heard I think I asked "really???!" like a gazillion times while dearie continue to ignore me and ran down to the guardhouse calling for help. It was still raining then and I was left all alone in the house terrified and not knowing what to do. Despite the heavy rain that is pouring down, I could still hear "its" <-temporary usage cry for help.


"Heeeaall.........heeeeaaa.........heeaaaalllll........." (repeat three hundred times)


The voice was so weak and sometimes unclear when being drowned by the sound of the pouring rain. It was so scary I could feel my hair standing. And then, instead of using the phone to call the ambulance (cuz I figured the guards must have called already by then), I called mom for some consolation and also because I seriously need to calm myself down before I breakdown and cry.

The moment mom answers the phone..

Mommy : ahhh..why? *cheerful voice*
Me : Mommy somebody jumped off from my condo! *panicked*
Mommy : huh..yameh...male or female? *still very calm and I could hear her ba gua (nosy not the the feng shui tool or barbeque meat wtf) friends talking and laughing at the background which means that she's having her mahjong session again*
Me : I don't know! Dare not see! And now "its" crying for help! XXX went down to call for help and I'm alone in the house now, very scared!! *still panicked and going to breakdown anytime soon"
Mommy : Yameh... young or old one?? -______________-
Me : I don't know! I didn't see "its" face! I scared! *walking around in the room this time a lil bit annoyed already*
Mommy : hmm...he jumped from which floor?? *nice try mom*
Me : -___________- @#$#!@%^%&^!

At this time, dearie come back and I told mom I gotta go and that I'll call her back later. Dearie took another glance at him ( by this time I know the gender already yay wtf) this time through our kitchen's window where he can see his (victim) body laying motionless right under his (dearie's) nose.


We hurriedly took our keys and rushed to the guard's office to check how's things going on over there and to see if the ambulance have already arrive. On the way to the guard's office, dearie complaint to me about how slow and unprofessional the guards is in handling the matter. He said he ran to the guard's office and told him that somebody fall off from our block and you know what that blardy guard said?

*In hokkien* "I don't know la..I dare not go and see"

Seriously, I didn't know that when his mother was giving birth to him she left his balls inside her womb.


Anyway, by the time when we got there, there was a lady with her young son waiting for the ambulance too. From what I heard, she stayed the floor below us and she could see the guy with the blood covered head and split buttock (gross) right in front of her kitchen. She was sobbing uncontrollably she must have been so traumatized by the sight.


Long story short, it took the ambulance more than 20minutes to arrive and 25minutes for the bomba to come which is ridiculous because the fire station is located right in front of our condo! Tsk tsk tsk..no wonder most of the people who got into accident or fire usually never survive one... can you blame them? the victims la of course moron.


Everything was fuzzy afterwards all I could recall was me sitting on the bench looking at empty space and praying that he don't die because I love my house to bits I want to stay here until my bf can afford a bungalow house but houses in Penang is fucking expensive so for the time being I stay at condo and most importantly, I don't want to pee with the door open anymore it's so fucking embarrassing wtf.


Luckily enough he didn't die only ended up with a few ruptured bones, cracked skull and a split buttock.


Oh btw, did I mention that he's actually a burglar attempting a break-ins and there's actually three of them but two of them chuak and abandon their unlucky partner in crime when things got ugly.


We already knew it's not a suicide case because he didn't fell off from the balcony like most people who commit suicide did, but instead he fell from the empty space between the houses and corridor. Fyi, my kitchen is facing the neighbour's kitchen. So it's in between our (me and neighbour) kitchen. Understand or not don't understand then nevermind la I lazy to explain wtf. Moreover, people who intend to commit suicide don't cry for help and they usually pick the highest floor to make sure that they die so that they don't suffer if they fail to die.


Now I don't know if I should sympathise him anymore or not.
Diao.