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:: That Annual Thing :: [December 14 2009] I officially cannot feel both my legs any further. ZoukOut for me this year, was a tad bit amazing-er than last year. Alright, now. Let's do something I've not done for a couple of months; proper blogging, and not just leaving everything is vast and hasty point forms. Maybe, if I feel like showing off, I'll put pictures too. Maybe, if I feel a lot less tired and more braggy-er than usual, I'll put all. Alah, tak kuasa lah aku. So this week alone was crazy for me. I was on off for two days on Wednesday and Thursday so, I decided t go for a quick getaway trip t KUL after my shift on Tuesday night. It was really an impromptu trip. I decided t go alone till I asked my shiftmate if he wants t come w me too. Before I knew it, three of us whose off days are the same are on the last flight t KUL. It was just so fast. It's like, work on Tuesday, idea came in three hours after shift starts, finish work, come home and pack, go out t airport again, draw out money and bam, on the last flight. Wel, my intention t KUL was t shop. So, there weren't any reservations done for any hotels. It was purely impromptu and spontaneous. We had no idea where we were going or where we should go. By the time we reached KUL and cleared immigration, it was already 12-ish midnight. Cabbed t the town area and decided t put up in a cheap and measly hotel for the night. The next day, we checked out at 1300hrs because I really couldn't stand the room and went t the hotel across. The Berjaya Times Sq. Hotel. I did a booking the night after we checked into the first hotel room and I was v much happy w the second hotel. They had a pool. What more could I ask for. I shopped like mad(and I really mean, mad) there. My shopping expedition only started after lunch, about 2-ish and I didn't stop till it was almost three in the morning. Was alone most of the time since the two boys were always tired. Oh, how I love shopping. In conclusion, brought w me a good $1, 800 and I brought back only $20. Yup, in 2 solid days. Bought me three pieces of swimwears from Paul Frank and Roxy, a dress from Mooks, three dresses from Roxy, 2 shirts from Paul Frank, three pairs of sandals from P.F and Roxy, this sheer top from Cotton On(how stupid can I get, I know), a wallet from Sembonia, a bag from Roxy, three MJ DVDs and etc. Was looking iin and out for a pair of boots but didn't manage t find any. ): So, Zoukout two nights ago was amazing, although I had a few glitches w someone whom I named 'Friend'. I then realise that a friend only mean so much if that friend was willing t throw away everything that you and tht person built over a small, stupid tiff, which of course, the 'friend' brought upon himself. So, anyways. Saturday's shift ended, another mad rush for me. Got home and pack all my things into my bag. T think just a day before that, I unpacked things in the same bag after I got from KUL. Got drinks and what not and made my way t my hotel room which I had under reservation since a few weeks back. Pre-party at the hotel room wasn't such a bummer. Well, it was at first but it got okay. Suz, Lola, Shahril and I only got into the island at about 12-ish. We went t the first arena but it was rather boooring. Suz and I weren't feeling it anymore so we all got out again t have some booze that I got. After a few good rounds of Absolut, Smirnoff and Bacardi, we were all ready t rumble again. I, of course, weren't too well w the devil's snare. Got really tipsy, almost drunk. But it wore off the moment I was at the trance arena. Met up w a few colleagues, this and that and I only left the party at 8 exactly, after I searched in vain for Anna Jaroxy. People get broken up la, that's what I realised. But at the v least, despite me not coming t the party w a bunch of friends, I was actually partying w them when someone else who stood me up, was alone and drinking w a major lser who thinks she's the bitch. I'm glad I bumped into her t give her the most disgusted and dirtiest look I could pull, no matter how intoxicated I was at that point of time. She was just lucky I didn't manage t spit at her. And, he, was just lucky that I didn't realise he was there. That's that, all of us went back t my hotel room, tired, hungry, smelly and as for me, v, v, v hungry. I didn't know what happened then because I was the first t go t sleep. I woke up and saw Rico on my right, sharing a pillow w me and Saif and Abg on my left. That was when I realised I couldn't move at all! My legs were so cramped that i couldn't feel anything. It's not cool having t wake up and not feel your legs and all the muscles from your waist down, weighs a ton on you and they hurt like mad. Plus, you are almost aiding a hangover and you are v groggy from sleep. But I'm not really complaining. Armin Van Buuren was amazing, as always. The DJ before him was just as good too. Oh well, let's just say that the pain tht still exists in both my legs are worth the trance music. Woke Saif up t get him t go t the receptionist and get the key t my other room and ten minutes later, Saif and I were in the family suite, leaving Amir and Abg sleeping in the standard room. After about an hour or so, after being less groggy, Amir came up t our room. Ordered food and before long, Suz and Ard came. Had lunch w everyone, had my usual Lazy Sunday by stuffing the face w food, cuddling in bed and movie-marathon-ing till late night. I guess that's one of the bestest Lazy Sunday I've ever had, t just be in that big bed w my friends around me, all cuddled up, watching stupid Orphan and other stupid movies, playing wrestling in between breaktimes and what not. I supposedly check out tomorrow. But I miss home. I need t sleep. Again. Will upload pictures soon!

:: You Rascal! :: [December 05 2009] I love when D is in town. He tricked me into thinking that he won't be able t make it this weekend. Me, being the egoistic person on Earth, didn't wanna show him how disappointed I was. I was extremely crushed, t be honest. Hey, it's not cool when you can only go out w someone you're dating every weekend, you know. But I'm not one t complain. So long as I can hear him at the end of each night, I'm good. So anyways, I saved D's Sgp number in my phone under the same name as his CGK number. So when he called earlier just now t ask me t come t arrival hall when he landed, I was like, "Dude, you're in SIN?!". I nearly burst into tears. See, I really thought he wasn't coming and I wasn't harbouring any feelings or hopes for him t. The only thing that spoils everything was, I wasn't working. So we met for a movie after he checked into his hotel room. I had t go home early because I start work at 5 in the morning the following day, which is an hour from now and I should be getting ready now. Drew always wakes me up for my 05 am shifts. No matter if he is in CGK. Just now after sending me home, he went t meet the boys for a few beers. 8 minutes ago... *Michael Jackson's It's The Faling In Love ringtone* "Morning!!!" "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" "I am up. Stop being annoying. Where are you?" "Harry's w the boys, still" "Oh. I didn't sleep, you know, syg?" "I know" "How'd you know?" "Because you take forever t answer the phone if you're asleep. Can you get dressed now? I'll pick you up after work?" "Bye" I love when D is in town!

:: Heartstrings :: [November 27 2009] "I miss you" "Yea?" "No, no. You don't get it. I really miss you" When you pull your monkey face, that's when I miss you. When you kiss me on my forehead, my nose and my lips, that's when I miss you. When you pull me close and wrap me w you, that's when I miss you. When you smother me w silly jokes when I am mad, that's when I miss you. When you call randomly t ask what am I doing, that's when I miss you. When you argue w me about who's picking a fight w who, that's when I miss you. When we hold hands, that's when I miss you. When we play by the roadside like dangerous kids, that's when I miss you. I really do miss you. +++++ Anyways. The days been in and out, I barely realised. It's the last Friday of the month already. Is it me or is the world revolving too fast around me? I guess I've been too draped w work that I had no clue today's Aidil Adha. That's rather unfair, blaming everything on work. It's safe t say that I've been busy w my other social meetings in life, plus work, in my social calendar that I quite missed out on a lot of other things. Something is not right somewhere. I feel it but it's hard t express it out. I didn't manage t get a good sleep today. Something is just on my mind and I question myself, "What the bleeding hell is it?!" +++++ Things done in the previous weeks': Zana's chalet was totally 'gonnagetget'. Change of plans t CGK. Sweet Andrew came home t me on Friday. Condolences t Abg and family on the loss of grandma. Came t the Tahlil w Suz and El. Met up w Suz first at Uncle Latiff's shop and became a proud mum of Cayla Canon. Then, went shopping at Vivo and then went t the tahlil. I shopped for my tahlil clothes at forever21. Tsk, annoying as I can get. Wait, this is redundant but here are my babies, starting from the eldest. Cailey Acer, Cara Nokia, Caylen Apple, Cayla Canon. Lost a Carla Casio and a Chawntelle Nokia. Gonna get Cara BB. Sunday breakfast w sweet Andrew. Fell ill and took halfday after that. MC for Sun, Mon and rest on Tues. Ahh, the wonders. Mama's w sweet Andrew till four in the morning on Sunday, breakfast in bed the following Monday and airport t send him off by noon. New York New York, City Link w Lola and Anna on Monday. ECP and Holland V's Swensen's on Tuesday w Basirun, Aliff and Faiz. Work on Wednesday. Work on Thursday. Work today. Sigh. Things I need t do the following week: Get leave for 12th, 13th and 14th Dec. Get leave for 25th, 26th, 27th, 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st Dec. Book rooms at Rasa Sentosa for 12th Dec onwards. Book flight tix t KUL for next off day. Upload all pictures from Cayla. Shop for ZoukOut ady!!!! The swimwears you bought in Bali a month ago in getting old, B! Hair treatment, hair revamp. Nails need makeover. Booze, booze, booze for Zoukout. Thank you, job, for giving me many opportunities. I love you, job. But that doesn't mean I won't leave you by the end of next yr, job. I still wanna get my degree and be a god damn writer.

:: D.W :: [November 17 2009] Bangkok or Jakarta for the weekend? Andrew and I were talking and he suddenly asked for me t join him in Jakarta for the weekend. I told him I was thinking getting away for the weekend too but instead of Jakarta, I thought of Bangkok. "Don't be silly. Bangkok for three nights and two days?! You need more than that for Bangkok" "I'm going there t shop for clothes, Drew. I won't need more than 2 days" "You're givng party a miss there? Woman, stop revolving your life around your wardrobe. You know, maybe I can meet you in Bangkok" "So what are you suggesting?" "Come t Jakarta. We'll go Bangkok some other time"(part ni dia da irritating) "No" "I'll pay for your flights! Just come t Jakarta" "I'll pay for my own flights. I will see you this weekend" Then, we started bickering about who is paying for my tickets. He insisted that he should pay becase he is the one who invited me over. I debated that by saying that initially wanted t go somewhere for the weekend even before he suggested. Then, I negotiated that if he sees it this way, I will then pay for his flight tickets t here for Zouk Out since I invited him. Then, he reasoned out that I am a girl, thus he will not let me do such things. Then, it got me fired up because I don't like t be called a girl. Complicated for I have many reasons. But ahhh. So here are my plans for this week only. Zana's chalet from tomorrow till Thursday. Azura/Cafe Del Mar tomorrow night. Powerhouse Wednesday night. Azura/Cafe Del Mar Thursday morning till evening. Or just sun-bathing, if there is one. Work on Friday morning and flight out t Jakarta at night, via Garuda. Jakarta w Drew on Saturday. Jakarta w Drew on Sunday, leaving on the last flight t Sin, via Garuda. Back t work on Monday. I spent a good $610 on thw iPods this week alone. See, I bought my first Caylen on a Thursday evening. 16 hours later, I lost her. Didn't feel quite lost or disheartened maybe because the sense of belonging wasn't built yet. Though I must admit, I did feel a little bummed. Then in a grace period of 24 hours, I bought the same iPod Touch, Caylen Apple the II. Yes, I spent too freely because it's my money and I can afford things like that w nothing t worry. And no, that's not the money I get from Daddy. My days getting whatever I want from him without having t wait, are over. I'm sure you know how t read between the lines. Yesterday alone, I cleared all the necessary payments. Paid a full $370 for Cara's usages last month. Gave Mum and Dad money. This month alone, excluding the taxi fares and late night outs and impromptu shoppings and what not: $1, 480. In a matter of four fucking days. I want t apply for a credit card ady. I have a few things t blog about but apparently, I'm still waiting for the delivery boy t send me food. I can't think when hungry. Okay, food's here. Speak of the devil.

:: What's The Deal Yo :: [November 12 2009] Now here's the deal. I know I shouldn't be involved in such matters, but come on. What's B without cheap thrills. I think I should just get this straight. I am a full time working lady who, I can now safely say, graduated from MDIS w a Mass Communication cert. My job scope now has got nothing t do with the course I took but because I need t save up for  degree, I wll just have t make do w it. Not that I am complaining about my current job. Don't take it wrongly. I love my job. The benefits the company offer shall not be mentioned and on top of that, it is beneficial for me, personally. I am a big spender, I'm sure you can tell by my previous post. I happen t get a lot of remarks saying that I am like a kid living in 90210 or Upper East Side. I have drivers t drive me here and there. I only eat at certain places. I wear certain clothes and don't have any clothes from Forever 21 or Topshop for their only housebrands in the states. I do my nails at a certain place on a certain date of every week. I go for spas twice a month. I go bars with class. I drink martinis, not cheap beers you get from convenient stores. It's almost save t say tht my second apartment is hotel rooms I book when I get too high(or when Mother accidentally locked me out the house or when I do not have a key home from my late night escapades) and mind you, they are not your sleazy hotel rooms. And more often than not, I do all of these alone. No, I am not a loser, it's just cool like that. For this, my job benefits me on a personal note. Naturally, when I work in such an airline industry, I meet different people from all over the world. Ukrain, Iraq, Kenya, Australia, Chezs, Brazil, etc. Name it, I've seen it and spoken t it. I meet nice people w crooked and straight teeth, crossed-eye nor not,blue, green and blodshot eyes, sharp or buttoned nose, everything. It's only natural that I get my flirt streak on and what better way t charm these people who are nice t the sight, other than my powerful lnguistic ability and my intellectuality. Men like these, they appreciate books and looks. Extraordinarily, men like these, they like their women w flesh too. I safely say that I am in an open relationship w a man holding an Australian passport and is Australian(duh! dnt mind me. i'm just taking some readers iq level into consideration). Andrew Seedmon, who is 25. Andrew lives in Bali, Denpasar and owns a bakery there. Family business, he calls it. He resides in Jakarta for now since he plays for the national rugby team. Andrew comes here once every two weeks and stays here for a week w his team mates. Communicating w Andrew is easy since he is v fluent in Bahasa. My relationship w Andrew is simple. Thoughwe communicate via phone, we do it every night. Sometimes, Andrew calls me in between the day t just randomly talk t me, which I appreciate v much. He even calls when he wants t go out anywhere. Not that I need that. Thank God for no time difference. On top of that, I am also talking t someone from Seattle, USA. Donny, who is 26 and working as a car dealer. Unlike Andrew, this one's a bit tough since the time difference is about a day. Nonetheless, we make a point t talk t each other. I can go on and on but I rather save the unnecessary ones. It has come t a point where my friends realised that I had t make schedules for the boys t call me, taking the time difference seriously into consideration. Pinoy boy, Canada dude, another US dude. It's crazy. My point is, do you seriously think I am going for a conservative, Malay boy who holds no stable job and income and rides nothingbut a greasy bike? Tak ada standard la. So, jgn samakan diri aku dengan diri kau, k? I mean, of course. Who can blame you. With a face like that and IQ that low. I wouldn't blame you, okay? Okay. Time t go out and shop. I seriously wanna buy another wardrobe already.

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