Sakit mata mata sakit

It's gonna be one hell of a weekend. Armed with my books and the internet connection, I'm ready to take it down.

The plastic me

I read Nadia's blog about being 'plastic' and I couldn't help but agree with her.

Lately, my colleagues have insisted that I am as plastic as plastic can get. This, of course, means that I am very fake. One even said that if we took all the ATM cards of everyone in Wisma Genting and melted it..it would still be less plastic than me. Heh.

While defending myself proved futile because they would just insist that I am fake, I still wanted to prove my point.

So, 'fakeness' was something I picked up along the course of my life. The thing is, I am a kind soul (chewah..). I don't like to hurt people and make them sad. I rather be 'fake' to them and then..you know..curse them silently in my heart. While most people say that I'm not being true to myself, I believe that this is as true as true can get. I don't like to see people hurt..and I have no heart to be rude to people, especially those who are older than me. So, like that..many times, I just choose the 'fake' way.

When you're out in the corporate world, you cannot cannot afford to be rude. It really pays to be polite and professional when dealing with situations. It pays to be patient when handling tough people. It pays because you know you have the upper hand. By you not losing your temper, you are actually much better than the other person who gets all angry and hot during an argument.

Then of course, you finish the conversation and go and bang your head on the wall because you cannot believe such a stupid person exists.

Anyway, before I digress..I wanna say that I like being plastic. Call me what you want..but hey, at least I can control my temper. =)

Weekend

Just as I thought it would be another boring weekend with 12 hours spent for classes and the rest of the day spent sleeping or eating....

I was proven wrong!!


I was not alone this weekend as the boyfriend graciously decided to pop in for a visit! Although it was only a few hours, I was truly grateful for his thoughtful gesture..

And at this point, I shall overdose each and everyone of you with pictures of us, taken from the SAME angle.

Okay. End of pictures.

Thank you dahling. =)

Cleaning up my closet

I cleaned my drawers over the weekend. And, I'm constantly amaze at the things I've found when I clean my room. I'll share with you guys a bit of my history. For starters, I like to keep things. Cinema ticket stubs, autographs, diaries, letters, notes..everything.



Heh. I remember my mum being very angry at me for cutting out my baby picture and sticking it on my autograph.

But she signed on my autograph anyway..

Lingga wrote this. I think he wanted to write.."You are kind girl and beautiful". But you know, when your Standard 3 and you call a girl beautiful..it means you like her. Yeah..like that.

My brother wrote this. Got picture lagi tau. Hahahahaha..

And my cousin Valencia. I'm sure she won't remember this. She doesn't ever call me pretty like a doll these days.

With my sister. Can you see the height difference? Nothing has changed. Sigh.

I love writing diaries. I have a few diaries and it's all filled with the same story. A likes B but I like A and B likes C. And I was very very particular about people reading my diary!

My handwriting was pretty neat. These days, I scribble rubbish here and there.

And I loved writing biodatas. So semangat wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer..

And we used to have cake day, orange day, friendship day and all sorts of lame days. Kanesh, why would you want to trick me? Why?

And Kasthuri.. I am happy. =)

More pictures. Ah, my brother was a cute boy. And the girl in the checkered blouse, that's my cousin Valencia.

Storytelling competition. I take part in every single one of em'.

Old watches. I don't use watches anymore..for whatever reason I don't know. A few people have tried to talk me into wearing a watch again. But I don't.

Unsent love letters. I don't know why. Gopi never got this note. And yes, I used to call him estate. Perhaps I didn't send it because, at that time, we were only five months old.


This, ladies and gentlemen, is my boyfriend's idea of a birthday card. And yes, it is in Malay..

Tak boleh tahan. Jiwang sungguh!

This was from Dayana. Why ikan kicap dee? Why?

Presents...sigh..

This was a Christmas card from Deven. I don't know why he must put the picture of every single one of his friend in the card. Heh. But it was a nice card.

Unsent card again. Sigh. I don't know why I do this.

English Society. Spot me!!

Prefects camp. Spot me!! Oh, Dayana, Felicia and Pik Kay are in the picture as well..

As I got older, my friends just decided to leave random notes on my notebook. Oh, and my sister as well.

Yes, back in the days. we said what we meant.

And Felicia. I have loads of notes from Feli. Really really long ones about Ally McBeal and about how you've been banned from watching Friends..macam-macam lagi.

Gopi eventually got better at selecting cards.

From Leroy! Back in the time when I've only known him for four months. I think, this year, we've known each other for four years already.

From Kartika...

And Iris..

So, have you cleaned your closet lately?

Joining the bandwagon

Turut serta sedih on the occasion of Michael Jackson's death. Memang sedih. Like the rest of the world, I'm also downloading all his old songs and listening to it over and over again.

Forget it

Dear Gab (Part ii)

I know I said I'll miss you dearly and you're irreplaceable. And I know you believed me. It's been a week since you've resigned and I've become very quiet and bored in the office...

But...

The new girl rocks!!!

Funny, straight-forward and smart.

I couldn't have asked for a better table-sharing mate than this young lady!

Teh,

Welcome to Genting Malaysia! :) Kerja sini memang best...

ps - Gab, I'm kidding. You know I love you. Come for lunch this Monday ok? I shall update you on the latest drama in my life..

pps- Dayana, you're the best! Engkau memang pandai giler lah weh..

Seriously

No mood to blog. Not today, not this weekend, not ever.

Hiatus. Indefinitely

Choices

I hate making choices. I hate choosing.

My situation is like this.

Everyone is annoyed with her. Nobody wants to really talk to her. Let's face it. She's downright annoying. She forgets easily..asks to many questions..embarrasses us and tries to control most of the things that are going on here. I have never felt so irritated in my life as I am with her.

But the thing is..me being me.. I am generally very nice. I cannot be rude to people and at times..my weak character results in people taking advantage of me. But that aside, I try my best to be polite, to be as normal as possible, to be kind.

But, this is fighting a losing battle. I really cannot. I know what it feels like to be an "outsider" to a group of people who are suppose to be your friends. It's a horrible feeling..one which I would not want ANYONE to ever FEEL.

At the same time, I feel so annoyed..so irritated..that I want to have as little as possible to do with her. But, I don't want to be bad. I don't want to make anyone feel like they don't belong. Especially, when they're suppose to feel belonged.

So what do you do? Ostracise her like the rest..or try to be nice?

Knowing how pathetic you would feel when someone casts you out from their little circle..how can I do the same to another?

But..

I give up. All these emotions. Sigh

Did you hear?

Resorts World Bhd is now Genting Malaysia!


Genting Malaysia, just like Resorts World, owns and operates the theme parks, hotels, gaming, food and beverage facilities and macam-macam lagi.

So, henceforth, I am an employee of Genting Malaysia *bangga sungguh*

Random conversations

Me: Gopi, I need to talk to you..

Gopi: Yeah..

Me: *tells him the whole problem*

Gopi: I really don't know what to say..can you talk to Dayana instead?

Me: ........

Me: Gab, I'm bored. I have no work

Gab (motioning to our manager): Cheryl is bored. She has no work

Me: No! Gab is making a very bad joke. I have work. (Go back to my desk and open Facebook)
Gab: .......

Evon: Ohh..look. The haze is back.

Gab: Really? I thought with all the talking you do..you would have sucked out all the haze.

Evon: .....

Gab's last day today. Sad Sad Sad =(

Sharon's Wedding

Last Saturday, my friend Sharon tied the knot. I've known Sharon for centuries and I was very happy to attend her wedding. As always, I only have one picture with the bride..and..that picture didn't turn out so great. So, I'll proceed with other pictures.

I managed to meet up with all my ex schoolmates whom I hardly see. This picture was taken because we were the 'Form Six Geng'. We used to curi makanan from our Kedai Korporasi. You see that girl in the sleveless pink punjabi suit..yeah..she's our chief.

This is what you get when you put Cheryl and Kasthuri in a picture. We kept calling people to come and in take picture with us and I look like this real makcik kampung. Shobana maintain je. BTW, Shobana is the one in the dark blue saree who specifically told me not to write anything bad about her.

In this picture..I look like I have a sparkling light saber on my forehead. Actually, it's a reflection from my pottu. Heh. I think Vesha, Indrani and Shobana want to show their bangles.

I missed Sasha. I haven't seen Sasha for the longest time ever. With Sasha, you have to take the picture at least three times coz' she has the ability to make you laugh in the middle of the shot. Then, she will say she doesn't look nice and she'll make you take it again. Sash, don't deny this ok.

This is a totally 'candid' pose.

Shobana: And as I was saying..my hair boleh jadi cam ni because I just permed it.

Indrani: Oh I see. But I don't think it will work for me

Kasthuri (pretending to listen to Shobana): How you think I'll look in your kinda hair?

Me: Just take the picture damnit..and make sure I look nice.

My sister from another mother. Indrani! We're the only two people in the world who would complain over and over again about being ridiculously skinny. Oh..and then Rasheeni occasionally joins me. =)

Conclusion: I had the most fun time! Gossiping, laughing, talking really loudly and I went home slightly dizzy from an overdose of assorted tidbits which were really good! Kasthuri and I gossiped until 5 am and she woke me up at 7 to send her to the train station. I was so sleepy..I was driving on a auto-mode.

Random

Overheard conversations

Lady: ..those who are infected by the Influenza A or HeeNee Virus..
Me (to my mum): What is HeeNee virus?
Mum: Hah? Duno
Me: OMG. She meant H1N1..ahahahhahaha
Mum: .....

Kak Aida: We were walking all over the place finding for Apple
Me: Hmmmmm...Are you talking about the apples we can eat or apple ipod.
Kak Aida: Apple Ipod!
Me: Hah..I thought it was the apple we can eat. Wanted to ask you if you saw any papayas.
Kak Aida:......

A new start

I've cut my hair! Finally! After much persuasion from my mum and Kasthuri practically instructing the hair dresser on how to cut my hair. Actually, it looks short..but it's not really short. And and and..I don't really like it which resulted in me pinning it up for the wedding.

Updates and a whole truckload of pictures on the wedding coming up 2moro.

But I thought we were friends?

Dear Gab

Dear Gab,

In respect to you not liking your pictures posted anywhere..I am posting more of my pictures when this post is actually about you. *Chewah..simply bagi alasan to put my own picture*

Anyways, before I get distracted. Dear Gab, thank you for being my friend on the first day of work. You know how your first day of work is like your first day in school. You're scared, nervous and you wonder if you'd make any friends. Well, Gab sat next to me and we hit of instantly!


I know my camwhoring is annoying but thank you for tolerating.

Sometimes, we meet people who are so nice..we wonder what did we do to deserve such a nice friend. Gab is one of those nice people. Always quick to compliment and the first one to lift my spirits whenever I'm sad. I've only known her for six months..yet..I get this feeling that we're old friends.


Dear Gab, thank you for teaching me how to stand up for myself and for helping me to get through my first few weeks in the office. Even at times when I go insane i.e strangling my bear..you were always there to calm me down.

Thank you for being my chocolate-buddy. We'll prolly get diabetes and grow fat together..but seriously..we can afford it! *hehe* Thank you for accompanying me to load on the calories at fast food joints.

Things can get pretty stressful in the corporate office but you have helped me to calm down..even if it means watching me stick a pencil up my teddy. Poor teddy.

But seriously, thank you Gabby. You've been a great friend and although you have chosen to venture out to greener pastures..I sure hope we'd still be friends.

Thank you.

XOXO,

Cheryl.

On a lighter note..

Dear Gopi,

Your girlfriend looks like this now. Wahahahahha. So ugly I cannot bear to see this picture. But I know got one commenter who likes to call me ugly..so here you go. Really super-duper ugly picture!

Because I'm random

It's 1.10am and although I have to go to work early *cough-alwayslate-cough* tomorrow morning..I just cannot sleep. My eyelids are drooping but my mind is so awake. I managed to keep Gopi awake for forty minutes. I was rambling rubbish until I had this nagging feeling that he prolly wasn't even listening to me. Heh. So I stopped.

Random conversations overheard:

Me: Gab, what is kacang hijau in English?
Gab (with full confidence): Red bean.
Me: ......

Kasthuri: Cheryl, why is six afraid of seven?
Me: Duno
Kas: Because seven *ate* nine.
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SO FUNNY! Must tell my boss tommorow.

Me (towards the end of the day): Happy Birthday Aga!
Aga: You're the last to wish me.
Me: I wanted to be special
Aga: Yeah right.

Uh oh. Cannot blog anymore because apparently my mum also cannot sleep and she came down to talk stories. TTYL *Paris Hilton yang mengantuk style*

Karma is scary. If Karma had a face, it would be Frankenstein. Or wait, it would be the clown on IT. Okay, I'm rambling.

You know how sometimes you get so super angry and at that moment of anger, you say things you don't mean. Worst still..you curse silently in your mind. And the next day (or next instant..because Karma acts fast these days) when something bad happens to that person..you cannot help but feel it is your fault. Sigh.

Karma aside, I have loads of work to catch up on. TTYL *Paris Hilton style*

Truckload

I've got a whole lotta work to complete today..but I must blog. Recent conversations overheard:'

Boy 1: Dude, your hand like Gorilla
Boy2: Really? You wanna see Gorilla punching you?

Boy 1: What do you say when someone tells you to 'come again'?
Girl 1: Duno
Boy 1: I never did the first time!
Girl 1 & me: ....

Boy 1: What if a hot girl tells you to 'come again'?
Girl 1: Duno
Boy 1: Make me!
.....

Gopi:Hello Lulu
Me: Hello Bulu
(okaylah...this is an old joke..I ran out of things to say)

The battle

Okay, I admit. I have a problem (no, it's not my battle with alcohol or what not).. but I have a problem with time and punctuality.

If you're my friend..you'll prolly be super-annoyed by now at the rate I am always late. I cannot even deem it to be 'fashionably late' because..yea..you know the story of my crazy hair.

My friends have resorted to actually telling me to be there an hour before the actual time and and and..yours truly can still be five to ten minutes late.

But but but, this problem of mine has its severe repercussions.

1) Arriving late to school almost every other day. It started in Form Five. My record time would have been when I arrived at school at 10am! Yes, I was in the morning session. But, I got away because of my small size..I pretended to be an afternoon session student. Wawawa.

2) Arriving late to college almost all the freaking time! My lecturer was super annoyed coz' I managed to come at least 15 minutes late for every single one of his classes. On my last class, he refused to let me present my final paper because I was 10 minutes late. Heh. I was upset at first..didn't bother five minutes later.

3) Arrived late for a meeting at my first job. Boss refused to let us (Ida also was late..haha) in and made us pay RM5.

4) Gopi wanted to watch the movie at 12. His friends already bought tickets. It was 11.45 and I was

If you think I would have learnt my lesson. Heh..Think again.

I still arrive late every single day. I think my boss has given up on me. In my defence, my work is always completed even before the due date..so yeah.

But but but..this is not something I'm proud of. It's an ongoing battle..me and time..but..I'm working on it. I am. Really.

End of story

But I thought we were friends?

The object of my affection

What gets me over and over again is the fact that you are tall, dark and handsome. Heh.



Unless you've been living under a rock, you would have known from my state of happiness that the boyfriend was in town just recently. Long distance relationships suck ok. I call him up every day just to argue because I am so mengada like that. We are at peace only when we meet.

Please ignore the tangan berbulu (hairy hand). I know, pointing it out will only make you realise it more. Anyways, I think the boyfriend has mastered the art of camwhoring. Head titled to the side, eyes looking sideways, half a grin. Pandai lah you babes.

The boyfriend told me he was thinking of removing his goatee and I went into a temporary state of shock. Gopi is his goatee. He's not Gopi without the goatee. He is just Gop. Or someone else..I don't know. Imagine me with neat, tidy hair. Yea, hard to imagine. Like that.

The boyfriend likes this pose. To show he is tired of all the camwhoring..yet still wants to be in the picture. Macam nih pun boleh.

Because I Haven't blogged

You know why I haven't blogged? Because. I. Am. Plain. Lazy.

Heh. So tak valid my reason I know. But, the only reason I decided to blog now is because my cousin switched on her pc. Yea. Super lazy like that.

I had the worst time in class on Saturday. It was suppose to be a class on research methods yet the lecturer choose this time to talk about what's 'halal' and what's 'haram'. Apparently, MILO and some steakhouse is also haram. Don't ask me why. I sunk low into my chair and started dreaming about wedddings and movies.

Sunday was spent sleeping. Suddenly, I was attacked by a moment of panic and asked my mother.."Do I have to work tommorow?" My mum couldn't tell if I was joking or if I had gone temporarily insane. But yeah, I thought it was Saturday. The effects of over-sleeping. Leaves anyone in a daze.

Tommorow is another day at work. You know what made me super annoyed last week? When I had my headphones on (because I was concentrating on a super hard assignment) some people were talking to me. I let them drone on while James Morrison sung in my ears and after five minutes I took out the head phones and asked.."Yea..you were saying?" I am rude like that.

Okay..finally pictures

For some weird reason, I cannot upload any pictures of Gopi and I. But I can upload pictures of my kawan-kawan sejati.


Because I was emo, I got an assortment of jellies! Thanks Dayana. It was truly delicious. But more than the taste, it was your sweet gesture (pun intended) that melted my heart.


Dayana mesti pose dengan benda. Tak kisah..be it a bag, or a cup..she has to pose with something. We went to makan at Sakae Sushi (no surprise here) and as usual..there's never a dull moment when you're with Dayana.

Okay. Next, on Saturday..I had lunch and dinner with Selina, Sumathi and Leroy. It was actually to celebrate Sabrina Tan's birthday but since she couldn't make it..we celebrated it without her. Sabrina asked us this.."If the King is not there, will you still celebrate his birthday?" Actually Sab, I would =) Haha


Sumathi and Selina, who for some weird reason look almost identical (sans the different race..or wait..Sumathi is half of Selina's race..oh well).


Sabrina! Happy Birthday!! We ate this cake for you. *Cannot finish also because we were so greedy*


This chocolate thing (It's name is really 'That Chocolate Thing') was too sweet for my liking.


While the friends looked around for things, I found a nice chair and took pictures of them.



Also found a mirror and asked them to camwhore with me, only to watch them sigh in disagreement.

Later, we headed off to Desa *fecking* ParkCity which left me in much resentment. Everyone there was super duper rich, walking around with their expensive dogs, jogging in designer trainers, speaking in a fake American accent..bla bla bla. Yes, I don't look good in the colour of envy..but just for that day..I was GREEN!


We had steamboat there and I must say..food taste much better when you are basking in the ambiance of the rich. That's lamb btw. Delicious. And yes, I am bitter.



I mean, have you seen the Taman Tasik near my house? The pond don't have no koi fish instead it is filled with dirt and it STINKS! You cannot jog there coz' you'll prolly get raped or die. *Bitter giler ok*

And ZOMG! have you seen the playground near my house? Vandalism at its best. But no, at Desa *fecking* Parkcity, they have high-tech punya games. So unfair.

So, as you can guess..after being emo..my next emotion is *bitter*. Got it from Leroy

Ok bai

Empty

As usual, I make empty promises about posting pictures. But, I brought the cable for my hp to work today..so the minute I am free..(and no one is watching) I will edit my pictures

I woke up this morning with the usual dread. But don't worry. I ain't emo anymore. I was actually glad to get on the train, to see my colleagues, to laugh at some silly joke and of course..to get back to writing again.

The weekend was pretty good. So was the two days extra holiday I took. The boyfriend was a great company.

I'll stop now. Have a great day people!

Hello Reality

My apologies for the lack of updates, the missed calls which were never returned, the sms-es not answered, the calls not picked up. I'm back to reality once again..and I'll get back to everyone as soon as possible.

Shitload of pictures to edit and post up here.

Please be patient with me.

Cheryl

Hello Reality

My apologies for the lack of updates, the missed calls which were never returned, the sms-es not answered, the calls not picked up. I'm back to reality once again..and I'll get back to everyone as soon as possible.

Shitload of pictures to edit and post up here.

Please be patient with me.

Cheryl

Emo stage over

Hello world. The angst-ridden teenager who took over my body for these few days is gone. Work is still not done but I am taking two days off next week because..otherwise..I'd be burnt and dried.

I hope everyone else is enjoying life much more than I am. Heh, saje nak emo.

Remember I wrote about how I hijacked Ida? Yesterday, I got hijacked by Dayana..we talked and talked and even upon reaching home..she called me and we still had more to say to each other. Dayana, ironically, uses the same handphone as Ida. What are the odds? Lepas nih, I must introduce Dayana to Ida.

Me: *Handing over a piece of seaweed to Dayana* You like this?
Dayana: Yes. But Pik Kay don't like..she just likes the 'bogel' sushi.
Me: How do you come up with such things?

Dayana also brought journals to read and I took the liberty of reading the journals out loud to her.

But but but..I was so super touched when she bought me jelly to makan because she knows I've been so depressed about work and such. Heh, mana ade kawan lain cam nih?

So, all said and done..I'm sure my friends are better than your friends. *This one also can berlagak*

I'll blog more next week Wednesday. Till then, thank you. This little girl is a happy little girl..as the boyfriend will be here for five whole days! Woot Woot!!!

Because I cannot work like a robot..I'm typing this to de-stress

Life is not like Facebook. You cannot just 'delete' the people you don't like because sometimes..they're always there..either in your mind or right in front of you.

Life is not like Facebook. Because although your status may say 'in a relationship' but actually..you're hardly 'in' the said relationship (no, my relationship is fine..i'm just trying to make a point)

Life is not like Facebook. Because all the inane quizzes don't reflect your real life

Life is not like Facebook. Because although you might 'like' your friend's status..you don't really 'like' your friend

Life is not like Facebook. Because out of the 300 friends in your list..only five really care about you

I am so random. Thank you.

At times of trouble, it is the person who puts you down the most that will pick you up. How very true.

I'm back to my emo and sad state of life. Nothing an cure this state until Friday when the boyfriend comes to kl. I shall choose to be emo. I shall don black dresses and mourn everyday until Friday.

Random act of kindness

I know there is still hope for humanity when..

1) A friend calls to check if i've been sad or depressed. Thank you Dayana or Nancy. Whatever rocks your boat. I'll sayang you the same even if you're Dayana or Nancy. Heh.

2) The boyfriend agrees to come this weekend and extend his stay because he knows I've been mopping around like a hurt bunny

3) The boss takes us out for a movie and dinner to reward us for working so hard

4) My new manager brings us all breakfast one morning just for the sake of it.

Thank you.

Because of you, my faith in humanity is restored (insert x-men music)

Cheryl

How to concentrate

Last Saturday, was my first day of class and talk of assignments, exams, online forums and what not made me..once again..regret my decision to pursue my masters and work at the same time.

Seriously, it sucks.

But then again, I'm at a stage in my life where lots of things 'just sucks' for me.

On a lighter note, I take great pride in 'cheating' my father. It's very simple.

I asked him to service my car and promised to pay him back. It cost RM 135. Well, of course, I didn't pay him back. (Please take note that this only applies to parents..if you pinjam money from your friend..please return it)

Two weeks later, he gives me RM 50 because my face so cute.

The next week, he gives me RM 50 again..because I was studying till early morning.

Then..suddenly..my dad reminded me that I owe him RM 135. I corrected him and told him HE actually owes me RM 35.

Heh. Kesian my dad. Always kena tipu like this.

To the T

I'm busy to the core but I don't like the idea of neglecting my blog. Since I've uploaded some random pictures, I've decided to do a short, quick post.


My wisdom tooth is coming out and it is not funny. I've complained to my colleagues around 15 times and pathetically held my swollen cheek from time to time. Sigh.

Once upon a time, someone said my head is too big for my body. Eh, I agree lah

Taking pictures in the ladies is a great idea. Especially when they have full length mirror.

What's two plus zero?

A Bunny!! Lame joke shared by Trevor =)

Naik cable car alone. I was slightly frightened..coz..you know lah..

Hijacked.

Sakae Sushi got ice cream lagi ok

Looks really sweet and disgusting..but it's not.

Ida didn't tell me I had my tag on and I wore my tag throughout dinner. Wah.

Macam memandu..but not. I was in the passengers side.

My nephew's interpretation of a 'nice' pose.

Good day people!

How to

How to Hijack a Friend.

1) You must remember to choose the friends who will laugh at the mention of any body part. In this instance, Ida is the best. Just say 'breast' and she will laugh like crazy.

2) Tell them you just want to accompany them on their journey back home and you are also in a rush to go home.

3) As you're about to walk home, 'pretend' you just noticed Body Shop has awesome-to-die-for sales and drag them in to check out some stuff.

4) Tell them to stay on for a quick bite and 'suddenly' end up in front of your favourite sushi place.

5) Start ordering and eating and the next thing you know, your friend will also be ordering and eating and you'll only go home at 9.30pm.

Actually, the story is..yesterday, I was dying for some non-moronic-human company and my colleague asked me to go shopping with her. So, my mind was set to go shopping when she suddenly cancelled on me. Since my mind was 'set' to go shopping, I hijacked Ida and coerced her to come with me.

Sorry Ida =(

On a sadder note, I hate long-distance relationship. All those people that tell you they're okay and everything is hunky dory in their long-distance relationship..they are LYING! It sucks. I get overly depressed when i see happy clappy couples being affectionate. Have I mentioned that it sucks?

The strong facade that I was putting on all this while collapsed yesterday when I called him to cry. He was taken aback because, I've never cried so much just because I miss him. But, I was just so overwhelmed with the many things that were happening around me..and..oh well.

I'm better today. I mean, I can always pretend to smile even when I don't want to. Not really hard. Trust me, practice makes perfect.

Cam tu lah kisah hidup ku.

Class starting tomorrow..so yeah..it's bound to get depressing.

Too much drama?

A friend called me to say that my blog is 'overly' drama. Heh, I know. That's why its called Unleashing Drama. =)

I drove my friends for lunch on Sunday and surprise, surprise..they reached safely!! We even have a picture to prove that they were unhurt in the midst of my 'emergency brakes' and me 'trying to be a gangster'.

Dayana and I ended up wearing the same baju. Not really same lah. But, the same corak. As we were walking, this sibuk girl behind me had to state the obvious.."Eh, baju diaorang ade corak batik". I wanted to turn around and say.."waah..genius.."


You know, this co-pilot really jahat. Not only did she camwhore while I tengah stress and drive but, when I was too close to the other car, she closed her eyes and said.."Too close Cheryl..too close". Hahaha.



The restaurant that we were at was Hoxes. It's at Damasara Perdana ( I think). I cannot really call it a restaurant coz it is so relaxing with couches and pillows..almost like a house.

We played scrabbles and 'our' game allowed words in malay and english. But Dayana was classic. She came up with JB and insisted it's a word. Also see words like YA and KE..all Dayana's creation.

Grilled melted cheese sandwhich. The rest of the food was pretty good as well. I mean seriously, with that kind of ambiance..you don't really bother about the taste of the food.

Dayana in the midst of creating her own vocabulary.

Ahem. Nerd Alert. Navin and Gan in awe at the transformers chess set. Okay, I was in awe too.

Transformers monopoly lagi. But then, it was just too complicated.

Later, we went to The Curve for drinks at Winter Warmers. I have many more pictures but somehow, only these few seems to be uploading today. Trevor and Judith were also there and we all tried to teach Gan the proper way to pronounce 'condescending'. He kept saying consesensing. Sorry Gan.

On a separate note, is today the international day of morons? Everyone seems to be so moronic. I bet tomorrow will be the international day for barbarians.

Till the next post.

TTYL (said ala-Paris Hilton style)

My bad

Forgive my lack of updates. I was up in the hill for a training. Imagine taking the cable car alone at 7.30 am. Heh. Takut sial.

But that's another story.

Is my blog too pink? I don't think so =)

Updates soon.

Have a great Wednesday!

Wow, this is really pink

A few of my friends told me that my blog takes too long to load. I know. It was because of the big, huge picture I had at the top.

I've taken it out. Now, my blog is super simple and so-not-me. But but but, my links are pretty cool. I've taken all the blogs I usually read and linked them according to the first thing that came to my mind. Like Selina is skinny-fat and Sammy rhymes with Bammy. Heh. So cool man!

Okay, I cannot seem to upload any pictures today.

On a separate note..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEROY LUAR. The only Chinese boy who took a test on 'how Indian you are' and he got 75%.

Thank you for being 'the guy friend every gal needs'. May you find happiness, PEACE and most importantly..JOY in everything that you do.

I know you don't like me to emo-emo and wish you..but seriously..Happy Birthday. I think I should get the award for wishing you the most number of times eh?

May we always always be friends even after I get married and eventually..become fat. =)

Hello Friends of the World! I need another weekend to get over this weekend. As always, weekends are filled with meeting up friends, eating, laughing and talking so much till your joints ache a little.

I drove my friends for lunch on Sunday and despite attempting to kill them ONCE, I think I was pretty good (pats self on the back). Oh, actually, I tried to kill them twice. The second time, I gave Dayana a warning. It went like..

"Dayana..I tak sempat nak break. SORRRRRRYYYYY"

Yes, I made the mother of all turns.

Moving on..


I miss camwhore pictures like this. You didn't miss me?

Okay, so I remember telling a few posts back that I will blog about my colleague. The thing is, we sit in cubicles and the top part of the cubicle is glass. So, we are constantly looking at each other's face.

So, my colleague was annoyed because I keep looking at the glass to check my reflection. In my defense, my hair is pretty messy. He says it's just plain irritating.

In order to get back the 'zen' in his work space, he did this..

Yes, he stuck paper so that I cannot look at my reflection and he will get his zen. I started yelling in protest, claiming that the white paper made my space seem smaller. But he didn't care.

Sudah covered =(

He took it out the next day. WTF! But, I think, he only took it out because he knew that we were not allowed to stick anything on the glass

Moving on..

I love sotong. I can eat sotong everyday. And yes, I know sotong has the highest calories, I am also very thin. So..it's okay lah =)

Prawn mee!!

Salad. So glossy
Fish cakes
Foo chok

How do you expect me not to be fat ar? Eat so much.

Okay, next post about the weekend coming up soon.

It's a Friday! And you know what's better than not-wearing-formal-clothes to work on Friday? The fact that the weekend is near..(damn lame, i know)

This weekend will be my last (sob) free weekend because my classes start next week. Seriously, I cannot believe some University's definition of a 'semester break' is 28 days only. Bah!

On a separate note, I swear Dayana is crazy. She called me last night because her final exam is today and she wanted to 'lepaskan stress'.

I told her stupid stories and we laughed for a bit. She expressed her gratitude to me for being with her during a difficult period and insisted that 'expressing gratitude' is more meaningful than saying 'thank you'.

As we were about to put down..our conversation went like this

Dayana: Sing for me a song
Me: Oi, crazy ar..don't want lah
Dayana: Pleasssseeee
Me: Okay. Lullaby, and good night.sweet baby..good night..sleep well, little Dayana..sweet dreams will come by.
Dayana: ENCORE ENCORE

She made me sing lullaby three more times and then told me to wake her up at 6.30 am and sing her another song then. After ten minutes of arguing, insisting that I CANNOT wake her up..I relented. I'll wake her up, I thought to myself.

So, I called her at 6.40 and she sounded so energetic. Like a chipmunk on helium.

Dayana: Sing! Sing! I want Britney!
Me: But, I'm so sleepyyyy
Dayana: Sing! Sing!
Me: Okay..Stronger than yesterday, now its nothing but my way, my loneliness ain't killing me no more..I am stronger..
Dayana: Thank you thank you.

Sigh. The things we do for friends.

If you would have seen my Facebook status, you would know how much I love reading Malay tabloids.

Yesterday, I was walking to lunch with my colleague and we saw a front page story on Siti Nurhaliza's husband's alleged affair. Like two gossip-hungry females, we bought the paper..only to be terribly disappointed to find out they were talking about Dato' K's EX. Ceh. Potong stim je.

Then, we bought another Malay tabloid and I learnt that not only did people 'lepas nafsu' behind huge rocks, there was also a 'bunian' in Sungai Gombak. Additionally, some farmers caught a 'pocong' and a prostitute puts cotton in her you-know-where.

Educational kan?

I just wonder..where do they get their stories? Do people write in and tell them or what? Someone should do a case study on this! =)

Obligations

The most wisest advice I've heard was on Oprah (surprise surprise).."Focus not on improving your weakness but on your strengths.."

So, today..when the boss started telling us that she doesn't force us to do anything..I got a bright idea.

Me: Oh, since we're not forced to do anything..can I not write this speech? My Malay sucks!
Boss: EXCUSE ME! You're not forced to do anything over and beyond your job scope. This is your job. Don't want means..thank you..byebye
Me: Ah damn..

So, I tak faham. My malay is rudimentary and yet I've to write speeches in Malay! I really cannot express myself in malay..besides the very-biasa malay that I sometimes speak with my friends.

p/s - And to think I have sooo many Malay friends.

Until next time, izinkan saya mengundur diri.

Yesterday, I was late. Because not only did I get up late, I had to patah-balik because I forgot my handphone and by the time I reached terminal putra..there was hardly any parking space left (ermm..can translate that into there were no parking space that I can park in coz' my parking kan so bagus)

Anyway, because I'm kurang ajar..I drove up to the parking attendent and asked..

Me: Hah..kenape takde parking? Saya nak park kat mane sekarang? Susah lah cam ni..
He: Adik..you park kat mana-mana pun saya bagi
Me: Ok..betul ke?
He: Betul.

Me: (drove straight and parked near the divider, which was obviously NOT a parking spot)

Surely other cars will be cursing me.

Okay. Back to work. NOW.

Facebook is getting boring and I need to cut my nails.

You know how people are like in long term relationships and suddenly split and the next thing you know, they're getting married to someone else. Scary kan?

P/S

P/s - Foxedellic. Why no updates?

P/s - Dayana, have you finished studying?

P/s - Soo Chern, when will the exam results be out?

p/s - Gopi, aren't you coming to KL?

p/s - Selina & Leroy, We need to hang out

p/s - Cheryl, you need a hair cut.

pp/s - Cheryl, you have two speeches more. What are you doing here?

Okbai.

ppp/s - What do you do when your colleagues covers the glass with to block your face? Updates with evidence of the event..tonight.

pppp/s - He took out the paper after all. But still..updates tonight

I. AM.GOING.TO.DO.MY.WORK.

No facebook till the speeches is done!

Being Indian

Many many times in my life people have asked me the same question. "What are you, Cheryl?" I'd say..Malaysian. And laugh. Then, i'll say, I'm Indian. And laugh. I'll add that I'm Catholic. And laugh.

I hate this 'what are you' question. They ask it like it is the most important thing in the world. It shouldn't really matter 'what' I am..because 'what' I am..doesn't really define me.

And then..at times..I'd be accused on not being Indian-enough. I don't know where you draw the line between being Indian and not-Indian-enough..but I get this every so often.

Maybe because my tamil vocabulary is limited to that of basic sentences. Maybe because I don't wear a pottu. Maybe because I don't don a punjabi-suit as often as I should. But really, does it matter?

I know Leroy told me that we cannot be proud of something we didn't choose. I didn't choose to be Indian..but..now that I am Indian, I am happy and pleased to be an Indian.

I may make a funny or two about my race, but truth be told, I cannot imagine being any other race but an Indian.

Because hor.. (using hor is so-not-indian but I got it from my friend Sabrina Tan)

I love banana-leaf rice. WTF! Hahahahah. Kidding. Even non-indians love banana leaf rice.

Correction. I love Indian food. Non-Indians cannot eat Indian food everyday coz' they're Amma won't cook Indian food at home kan? Bah..

Okaylah. This post was done simply to post pictures of the lovely banana leaf rice I ate that day. I cannot think of anything else to connect banana leaf to except being Indian.

Banana leaf rice or Pizza?

Mistakes..mistakes..mistakes. I'm very tired.

More updates later at night.

Till then, have a great mistake-free day everybody.

Remember, the devil is in details. Find him and screw him.

vesha's 21st birthday.

My friend Vesha celebrated her 21st birthday recently and as always, it was a very grand celebration. Prior to her celebration, I went to the saloon to cut my hair and she was there and her first reaction was.."OMG..now you will see my hairstyle and it wont be a surprise anymore.."

Anyway, I didn't cut my hair coz' there was just too many people. So, I didn't see her surprise hairstyle until I arrived there.


No, this is not Vesha. This is her sister. You know how you go to weddings and birthdays and end up taking more pictures of yourself and your friends instead of the subject matter? Yeah..I only have like one picture of Vesha. So sorry.

So her sister is prolly six or seven years younger than me and she had to bend her knees to take this shot with me. Heh.

From left - right:- Yogie, Kanithra, Ashveni and I. If you don't already know, Ashveni is very very funny. Feli and I sat in front of her in Form Five and we could laugh about everything and anything.

Yes, the birthday gal in red Saree. Actually, we took a group picture with her camera and none of us wanted to stand next to her. She was very tall and lawa and we will look like itu-Cinderella punya step-sister. Tak payah lah. Vesha, compliment ok.

Ashveni and Kanithra. Something funny happened that night. You see the big truck behind them. The doors of the truck were open and Ashveni tried to get in. She kept trying and trying and the rest of us saw the tuan-punya-truck coming our way. I tried to tell her but she was so semangat to get it. Finally, she gave up and the tuan-punya truck gave us all a weird look.

This naughty boy is my father's friend's son. He saw me with my friends *embarrassing* sorry..dancing and he came to me and asked me to dance with him. I smiled and put out both my hands to hold his hands and suddenly, he held my hands tightly and started jumping up and down. Sakit tangan ku. I ran away from him and hid the whole night.

In this picture, I think they did not start dancing yet. Can you imagine the already-panas-cam-sial weather and an almost-packed dance floor? Yes, sweating buckets. Literally.

People always laugh when they dance. To cover malu or something. But they always laugh. Including me. I giggle.

Punyalah semangat budak kecik ni. But, I cannot say anything coz' he helped me to reverse my car that night. Kalau tak, masuk longkang terus.

Kesaven and Shobana. Kesaven's shirt was drenched in sweat. Yucks!

Conclusion: I haven't seen these people since Christmas and it was good to reunite and have a great time..dancing, laughing, eating and ermm gossiping.

Love hate

I have a love hate relationship with the restaurant Italianesse. I sometimes love it to death that I start craving for the pasta there and at times, I hate it. The smell, the sight, the dodgy green checked table cloth, the bread..everything.

Weird much? I know.



A very nice shot of my sister and I. The top I'm wearing is a present from Kasthuri. She was so worried I won't like it. But I love it. It's so me! Puffed sleeve, gathered and all. Flower-flower lagi.


Bad angle..but my bro thinks this is an excellent shot of him. So yeah.


Clam Linguine (or as my colleague so aptly put it..LALA PAN MEE). A tad bit pricey but delicious.

The bread..the bread from Italianese. Warm,soft bread. Need I say more?

This had some gempak name..but in conclusion it was fried onions, fried cheese balls, fried sotong. Tu je.

But you know, squid has the highest cholesterol content. Imagined deep-fried squid. Hello heart attack.

Next post coming up soon!

I know

I promised some people to put up some pictures but as usual, the scatter brain cannot find her camera cable. I searched the whole house (and found out we have nearly 10 handphone chargers) but..my cable is missing. Aih.

I'm so careless..I really don't know how my parents, bf, and boss put up with me sometimes. The only this is that my memory is pretty good. I can remember things easily..except..when my mother tells me to dry clothes.

I detest drying clothes with a passion.

P/s - damn, just realised I wrote an entire speech in English only to find out it should be in Malay.

Two other speeches in Malaya are also due soon. And..we all know how good is my Malay.

Watching Malay movies like "Bohsia" didn't help much coz they're BM pun sama teruk.

Okbai

Tag,

Mother's Day post.

Let's turn this into a tag where each one of you can write your most precious memory of your mother.

1) Seven. Story-telling competition. I was scared, worried and my knees were shaking. Looked towards the crowd and I saw her there..reassuring as ever. I gained confidence and told my story perfectly well :)

2) Twelve. UPSR Results. I only had 3A's 2B's and I spent my whole Christmas crying my eyes out. Again, she was there to tell me it's okay and to work harder the next time round. *she also added that my obsession with Backstreet Boys should stop*

3) Fifteen. Angst-filled-teenager. The world was against me and I was at that awkward age (still am..maybe). She calmed me down and reassured me that the most important thing in the world is to be at peace with myself.

4) Seventeen. At the cross-road. After form five, free as a bird. She encouraged me to take up a part-time job as a teacher and reminded me every day that we should always "do small things with great love"

5) Nineteen. After STPM. I broke down and cried when I didn't get a place in any local university. She went college-hunting with me and went through all the options. She agreed to let me study at Taylor's. I knew she was worried about the high price of college-fees..but she never showed it.

6) Twenty. College years. She was excited when I was accepted into a local newspaper to do my internship and bought for me 'work clothes'. Not exactly my kinda clothes..but I was touched.

7) Twenty one. I-am-a-princess-stage. Threw me THE most happening and expensive birthday ever. She also learnt of my boyfriend at that time and happily accepted him.

8) Twenty two. I-finally-grow-up stage. Reassures me every single day of my working life that things will eventually get easier. I came home many nights crying..but she told me not to quit.

9) Twenty three. I-can-finally-stand-on-my-own. She discovers the wonders of google and goes all out to enrol me in a suitable master's programme. All I had to do was say 'Yes' and she had the rest of the arrangements all set for me. She buys me a car because she's sad to see her daughter so dependent on others for transport. She forces the rest to teach me to drive. And although she's still afraid of me driving alone, she lets me take the car out on my own.

10) Twenty three and counting. Thank you amma. For this and for so much more.

Love,
Cheryl (soon-to-be-twenty-four)

Being Malaysian

I adore ''muhiba' shots like this. I have one with Pik Kay and Dayana which I truly love and this one with Ida, Nelly and I is another classic. I'm gonna print this out because it's so cantik. Although my hair is plastered to my head whilst Nelly and Ida look great..I'm still posting this up here because..well..it's so very 'Yasmin-Ahmad-Petronas-ad-ish' *wipes tears*

Cannot please everyone

Dayana told me not to be bothered to please everyone.

The weekend came and went just like that! I woke up in a shock today and realised.."damn, it's Monday.."

Pictures from the weekend coming up soon. Kasthuri came over on Saturday and I haven't seen her in the longest time ever. We talked stories of the past and future.

Mother's Day was spent watching "Bohsia..Jangan Pilih Jalan Hitam" with the cousins. Yes, we were the only Indians in the cinema and we watched the movie intently, laughing at every joke and feeling sad when we should.

For a stereotypical Malaysian Malay movie, Bohsia was actually pretty good. It reflects the real issues faced by our community and although the ending was sorta abrupt, it was an eye-opener. But the soundtrack, dialog and most of the other important elements in the movie sucked. Big time. At times, I couldn't even understand the Malay they spoke because it was filled with "Gua", Hang, Dong etc etc. Almost like Bahasa Indonesia.

At the end of the movie, the theme song was stuck in my head.."Aku Bukan bohsia na na na na na na.." and I started singing it all the way home.

At the end of the day, please remember not to choose the jalan hitam. WTF, so lame.

The family

I was fast asleep last night when my brother (whom I had not seen for two days although we live under one roof) came to my room and demanded that I wake up to talk stories with him. I chased him away but he insisted. "let's gossip", he said. He tried to bribe me by transferring some songs into my hp. I continued sleeping.

He left after five minutes and I heard him persuading my mother to talk stories. She didn't bother him much as well. So, I woke up, went to my parent's room and tried to talk some stories..with my eyelids drooping.

My brother and I have a good relationship. Just the other day, I was getting ready for work when I saw him sleeping at the hall. Must be after watching a football match. His face looked so..'slap-able'. So, I gave him the hardest slap ever! He woke up in a shock..but he did not know what hit him. They, i kicked him. He woke up and whacked me up. WTF! I should have stopped with the slap. Damn.

Sorry, this post has no point. I'm just waiting for my friend to come.

Hello

Since Dayana told me to frequently update my blog to satisfy her ermm..blog cravings..here it goes.

First off..funny quotes..

Dayana: "You don't go..later you will have no friends.."
Me: But I got you what
Dayana: No no no..all that you will be left with is Gopi and your Pringle friends..
Me: Iyerr..

No friends left? Will there ever come a time when we find ourselves 'friend-less'. I have, occasionally, thought of myself as 'friend-less' simply because I don't have one specific, certified, best friend. There's Ida, Nadia, Hyma, Gab, Nelly and there's Leroy, Selina, Rena, Sabrina..then, of course, there's Dayana, Melissa, Marlene & the Gombak Gang..and then there's Kasthuri and the rest of my form six friends. So, it should suffice right? I won't find myself friendless kan? *Paranoid sudah*

I came in to work this morning with a funny feeling. An anxious one as though I was expecting something bad to happen. I tried figuring out if there's anything I forgot to do or missed out on. As soon as I reached office and checked my email..I knew where my funny feeling came from. No need to further explain..but yeah..your feelings never lie to you.

Lunch time folks!

P/s - issit just me or is time pasing really fast? I'm feaking 24 this year..I'll be 30 in six years time. I'm already in my 3rd semester for my masters. I've been working here for six months already. It's been a year since I left college. Time.freaking.flies.

Hello Folks

OMG (totally bimbo way of starting a post) but HAVE YOU TRIED THE FOOD AT DELICIOUS? For the first time, here's a restaurant where its name actually depicts the taste of the food. Really delicious. Please go and try it. If I'm not mistaken, they have outlets in Bangsar, One Utama, Midvalley.

I had Delicious for the second time that week, because although I claim not to have a sweet tooth..these deserts here are to-die-for. Really. I'd rather not eat anything the whole day just to eat the deserts there. Okaylah, I tend to exaggerate. But, memang best.

My pictures are still not clear because I didn't bring my camera and resorted to taking pics with the phone *ahem*. So yeah..

Chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream. The cool taste of ice-cream blended together with the warm brownie is enough to make me die and go to heaven. Sorry, cannot say like this..but you get what I mean kan?

This this..ermm..what was this again Nads? The outer layer was like cotton candy. I haven't had cotton candy in a long time and this took me to my happy place. I haven't been to my happy place in a long time..but that's another story.
Carrot cake. The carrot cake had a tiny carrot on top. So cute wtf! I don't usually like carrot cakes but this was good.
Oh, for dinner..Nadia, Ida, Hyma, Nelly, Ian and I went to this Arabian restaurant. You know how my definition of being adventurous means 'Sushi'..so this was a different taste and I liked it. The rice was fluffy, lamb was tender and the entire meal didn't have a very strong taste to it..so you would enjoy it.
Staring intently at the menu. Heh. I need more pictures for this post, but the rest of them are with Ida. Ida, I tahu u baca ni. Please give me ok..??!

I went to this Indonesian restaurant for lunch the other day and I couldn't be adventurous and try the nasi padang so I opted for nasi goreng. I am not a big fan of risk taking, thank you.
Ah..I reunited with my first love. Spicy Salmon hand roll from Sakae Sushi. It's only RM 1.90 you know. How can something so good be so cheap?

And finally, I'm thinking of entering a mother's day look-alike contest. Boleh menang ke?

Have a nice day people ! :)

Hello world

I saw a sign today morning which said, "Wet Paint. Do not touch" and I thought.."how tempting.." I felt drawn towards the wet paint and wanted to touch it, you know, just to check if its really wet. I stopped when I realised how stupid I will look, going to work with paint-covered fingers.

Yesterday, I had dinner with the old EPA gang. It was fun. You know how we all are in the PR line and as my boss once said, PR stands for 'Penipu Rakyat'. So yeah, half of our time is spent being totally fake. So, it was nice to shed our 'plastic' skin for one night and be totally real. No masks, just us and our lame jokes.

Speaking of lame jokes, I have two from Nelly.

What do you call a moving burger?
Bergerak!

What do you call a vibrating burger?
Bergetar!

It's so lame that it's actually funny.

I didn't drive today because I just didn't feel like it. The buzzing cars, the stupid carpark, the stupid road with potholes..bah!

I couldn't decide in the morning if I liked Jason Mraz or John Mayer both. I couldn't decide but I wanted to come to a conclusion. It's Jason Mraz. Smoother vocals, sexy crooked smile, fedora hat. Works every single time.

Pictures in the next post, following the promise to myself to fill this blog with pictures and less words. Coz, I'm tired of words.

Songs from my heart

Listening to Light FM makes me wanna get married. *Ahem* Not that it's gonna happen any time soon..

Work sucks..my life sucks..everything sucks..So nothing to blog about today.

Testing the water

New mobile phone means I must test the camera in various angles (chewah cam pro je) to ensure it is really good. I like taking pictures *of myself* and of others..so..here's the result of my test. Not too bad for a mobile phone I'd say.


Glowing effect on Gopi. Gopi must look thin in all the pictures, Check

Car must actually look nicer and cleaner than it really is. Check
There should not be any obvious size difference in Cheryl and Gopi. They should look like they're about the same size. Check

When there's a pimple on my face, it shouldn't be obvious in the picture. Check.

Must be able to take mirror shots without looking cross-eyed. Check.

No, wait a minute. UNCHECK THAT. I still look squint. Fail Sony Ericsson.

When the face is pale, must be able to blur the picture. Check *okaylah..my hand shook while taking this picture..I saje want to sound gempak*

Must be able to take artistic shots that will make me look smart. Check

Must be able to take great pictures of food so that everyone reading this will salivate. Check

Double Check! BTW, Delicious memang sedap. Dayana was right

Must sometimes be able to make the bf look like an angel. Check. *Hahahah, macam betul*

Must be able to take expressive shots. Check. This is the "Baby, you want me?" pose..

And finally, must be able to take random shots nice enough to blog about it. BTW, this is part of my office desk. My three voodoo dolls (semua pun dapat free wtf!)

Cam tu lah kisah hidup ku.

Bye

buying a new hp

If you ask me, I care very little about gadgets and stuff. As long as it looks pretty and can call, text and take decent shots when I don't bring my camera. I'm game! So choosing a new hp was a big deal for me. I didn't know what type I wanted, or the brand or the specs. All I knew is I needed a new hp. Badly!

Ever shop I went asked me the same thing. What are you looking for? And they all got the same answer.."Saya pun tak tahu..". I mean, seriously, WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LG and SONY ERICSSON? Who cares if this can make 3G calls? So what if its got a bigger memory space?

I walked and walked and finally gave up. I wanted to buy the cheap-ass Nokia hp and just be happy. Every sales assistant kept judging me because I didn't know what type of phone I wanted. Even the person I went with got slightly annoyed because I didn't know what was my budget for the phone.

I mean, how hard can buying a phone be? Tell me! It was stressful and I ended up with a terrible headache because I couldn't decide if I wanted a touch screen with no 3G or a keypad one with 3G. And then they started talking about 3.5G and I thought I was going to faint. The person I was with insisted that I cannot fully 'utilise' a touch screen phone and knowing my tendency to drop/break/shatter things..he suggested a simple phone.

And then suddenly, like a stroke of genius, it dawned on me that all I really wanted was a pink phone. Like my pink camera. Everyone thinks it sucks coz it takes sucky pictures but I like it coz' its pink. So, with my options now narrowed down to the colour pink, I went a-hunting again for a pink phone.


TADAAAAAH!!!

It's pink, 3G friendly, with a 2gig memory card and a 3.2 megapixel camera. Waah, baca specs mesti tahu tulis kan? Anyway, the lady selling the phone is a racist. Without asking me, she took the liberty of uploading a whole folder of tamil songs and proudly told me about it later. I looked at her and told her.."err..i hardly listen to tamil songs" and dengan malunyer she told me, "Err..can delete if you don't want.."

Which reminds me of the other racist lady who sold me my car. She immediately assume that because I was Indian, I would only listen to tamil songs and took the liberty of setting all my radio stations to the different tamil stations. Sibuk je doh..

Before you start on how I'm not proud of being Indian bla bla bla..please lah. I am proud and just because I'm proud doesn't mean I have to go around listening and singing tamil songs to show how proud I am. I just don't geddit why people instantly assume that you would do something streotypical because you're indian.

Like how I annoyed my Malay friends when I assumed they liked Mawi. I kena marah ok..Or how you would assume a Chinese likes..err..feng tau? I hate this assumptions ok.

Worst is when they talk to you in BM with that annoying tamil slang if you're indian or annoying Chinese slang if your Chinese. We've come a long way since Merdeka and even my parents don't speak Malay with an Indian slang.

But but but, my dad does say Sungai Bisi instead of Besi. =)

why did the weekend end?

Hello friends of the world, I know I've been very lazy to update but here you go..a shitload of pictures that will make you regret for asking me to update. I still have volumes and volumes of pictures to put in but wait lah..slowly but surely.

Random happy moments. I think we have so many pictures taken with the exact same pose and sometimes, with the exact same clothes. Scary much?
Big Apple doughnuts. A bit too sweet don't you think? But very tasty and just enough to satisfy your sugar need for the day.

This one is much better. Nutty condense milk-ish tasting doughnut.
I'd opt for the cheese one any day of the week. I like sweet things but not TOO sweet till you actually get an instant headache.
Ahhh..the famous cheryl camwhore pose. Didn't you say you miss me??
Awww..the Gopi-pose. Gopi is thinking of taking out his little goatie. But, i cannot imagine Gopi without the goatie. It even rhymes with his name.


I also had dinner with my cousin, sister and this very nice matsalleh. Not some random matsalleh. Ini matsalleh sangat baik.

You see, he set the table for us and was extremely hospitable the whole night. And and and, the matsalleh also masak curry for us. Very nice curry mind you.

Vani and Abi as usual. Vani's tshirt said "lebih hangat dari biasa" and I had a good laugh about it.


Actually, I know I'm cross-eyed when I take pictures in the mirror..but I like doing it. Heh.

Gopi was pretty bored after the dinner. So, we asked the matsalleh if he had any games. Games like 'happy family' or 'UNO' or maybe even 'monopoly'. He laughed at us. Vani suggested 'Truth or Dare' and we laughed even louder.

Gopie and my sister. Although we were in a matsalleh's house, we still ate with our fingers. Oh btw, my adopted sister Dayana, was suppose to come for the dinner too..but she had other plans. hehe

I accidently uploaded this picture twice. So see again lah hah..

Huge mirrors are my weakness. Look at Gopi. I cannot tell if he's looking adoringly or if he's annoyed.

Abie took this picture.

The matsalleh!!! :)

The asians =) Waah, my captions are very lame already. But, really, its 1.08 am..I just want to get this post over with

This is a nice shot. We look really happy. It's either the curry or the nice wine..or the baileys. I cannot decide.

Matsalleh and I. Excuse my jungle-woman-crazy-hair. I really don't have time to get it trimmed.

The matsalleh went on and on about how I take blur pictures. Bah. He called me 'silly'. Bah

This is like a school picture. Debating society or something. Except, we don't look happy in our school pictures. Not that we were not happy, the sun always seemed to be right at our faces so it's hard not to squint and look really angry.

Why am I complaning

Managerial Economics last sem, Accounting for Decision Making this sem, Financial Management next sem. Dare you call me bimbo again! =)

The body shop body butter in Strawberry smells really really strong. My colleagues swear that they are sick because of the smell. Everyone who passes by our department scrunches up their nose funnily because of the smell.But that's ok lah.

I'm tired and sleepy but today, today, hari ini, saya sangat gembira.

It ends tonight

I felt a wave of emotions hitting me hard yesterday . My cousin's dog died and watching her and her family sitting there in silence reminded me of that time, two years ago, when my own dog died. People who don't have pets cannot understand why we feel sad when our dog dies. After all, they would say, it's just a dog.

But when you are greeted everyday with cheerful wagging of its tail, occasional slobbering, faithful licking of toes and puppy dog eyes (literally), you would know that its hard to be normal again once your canine is gone.

It is in dogs that we learn how to love unconditionally. Look at them, they would love you without expecting anything in return, except maybe a treat or two. They're happy enough if you scratch behind their ears for five seconds. They would come running back to you even though you just hit them for biting your slippers.

Dogs are like that. And we, we can learn from them.

p/s - They why the term 'ungrateful dog' ?

When you hit all time low

I don't usually blog about work, but today I have too. You see, I work really hard. Really hard. I'm the crazy ass who will come in on my holiday to finish work..I'm the crazy ass who will bring home work just to stay ahead. I'll work when I'm on MC. I'm very responsible and I take great pride in my work. Like that.

But you know, to those reading this, here's a little advice. When you're good..when you do you're work well..when you work really hard..there's bound to be implications. There will be some flaw people will find and some character you have to work on. Some people will say you're not good enough..some people will say they cannot work with you..and so on. But tell me, can we stop people from talking? No.

From all these years I've learnt that IT's REALLY OK if people don't like you. It's really okay if people talk bad about you. It's all okay. Because at the end of the day, what's left is just you and your character. After all, you cannot make everyone love you right?

So today, I was told to not act 'smart'. I was told to be a bit 'humble'. Indirectly, I was told to 'pretend' I needed help just to flatter egos. I was told to 'jaga hati'. Stupid Asian culture. Stupid stupid Asian culture.

I don't see why I should do that, Why should I 'pretend' that I need help when I know for sure that I dont? Just because I'm young? Just because I'm a girl?

And you know what, it saddens me that these standards exist here in the 21st century. It boils down to me, being a girl and what more, a young girl. It concludes at the saddest point when they imply that you are, after all, just a girl. How much can you do?

My first encounter with gender discrimination. Not a pretty scene. A bit shocking, coming from a person I had high regards for. But, that is the corporate world for you. Working hard is just not allowed because it means you're selfish and want to get ahead. What so wrong about getting ahead then?

But today, I also saw something good. I saw kindness that made me want to cry. A friend gave up her lunch hour and dragged me out of the office for some retail assistance and chocolate afterwards, knowing that I was sad. I was touched beyond words.

So what's my action plan? In the midst of my sadness, I came across this..

"Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid or dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go".

And even more comforting is this..

"I can do all things through God who gives me strength".

And

"If God is for you, who can be against you?"

But but but, like Ida said.."TV Pendidikan will happen to them one day.." (inside joke)

Obliging Marlene

I'll oblige Marlene and do this survey. All blog readers who blog, please feel free to do it as well.

What is your mom listed under in your phone?
Amma

Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?
Yes. Both. Girlfriends and a boyfriend.

What was the last thing you watched on television?
E! News

Will tomorrow be better than today?
Today is seemingly ok..so it doesn't really matter.

Can you live without your cell phone?
CANNOT. Mati-mati cannot

One thing you're looking forward to?
Friday.

Why did you cry the last time you did?
Because I was tired of studying.

Would you rather fly, drive or travel by train?
I don't really like driving, but I have to. Given a choice, I would fly everyday to work

Are you tan?
By Indian standards no, but by the world's standards yes.

Did you cry today?
Nope

Who did you last see in person?
So many of them. Still looking at them now.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
It's a baju kurung at KL sentral.

Is there something that reminds you of someone every time you see/hear it?
Yes. The smell of a bakery reminds me of Gopi. Wah, cukup jiwang =)

What were you doing last night at midnight?
Fast asleep

Can you get over people easily?
Quite easily I guess. Depends

Could you date someone taller than you?
Yes. Of course. I'm already short, how to date someone shorter than me?

Did you hug someone today?
No

Do you miss the way things used to be?
I don't particularly miss it, but I cherish it.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?
Yes, his name is Leroy.

Is your life anything like it was a year ago?
Nope. It's changed 360 degrees. I drive now. That's a surprise!

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?
Nope. Not at all.

What holiday is your birthday closest to?
Err..Merdeka?

Are you going out of town soon?
Nope

If you could change your eye color would you?
Err..I dont' think any other colour would suit me

What are you thinking of doing right now?
The press release I've got to write

How are you?
Like that lah

Whats your ringtone?
Oh, monotone ok. Itu Nokia punya tone.

What happened at 10:00 am today?
Nothing. Work as usual.

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?
Yes, My brother's friend Melvin

Do you ever get good morning texts from anyone?
All the time. =)

Where is your cell phone?
Next to me.

Money or love?
Both

Do your parents really know you?
Sort of.

Do you think people talk about you?
Yes. But I don't really care lah.

Do you think someone is thinking about you?
I dont know

What was the last thing you laughed at?
Azlan's weird Kelantanese slang

How did you wake up this morning?
Stupid alarm

What were you doing at seven this morning?
Taking a bath

Have you ever seen your best friend cry?
Yes

How many texts are in your inbox?
Around 80. Lazy to delete. Dayana can help ar?

Is the last person you texted male or female?
Male

Have you argued with anyone today?
Yes. Azlan. As usual lah.

Do you like your life?
Yes. A bit too much sometimes

What are you listening to?
The sound of the tapping keyboard

Are you shy?
HAHAHAHAHHA. Nope

What did you do yesterday?
Work

What plans do you have for tomorrow?
Work

Do you have any summer plans yet?
What summer?

Who was the last male you hugged?
Justin. Haha

Who was the last female you hugged?
My sister. She tried to push me away.

Who was the last male you spoke to before you went to sleep last night?
Gopi lah! Duh

What did you order the last time you had fast food?
Chicken salad. Such a huge portion. The plate was bigger than my face.

What did your last incoming text message say?
Adelah

When was the last time you talked with the opposite sex on the phone?
5 minutes ago.

Whats the last movie you watched at home?
Enchanted.

Do you think the last person you kissed is nice?
He's an angel.

Who was the last person that called you?
My mother

Do you think someone is mad at you right now?
Yes, there's always someone angry at me.

Have you thought about an ex today?
NO

Are you friends with the last person you kissed?
He's my bf. What do you think?

Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?
Ermm. Not friends, not enemies either.

Done!! Happy-nyer.

Bosses on Facebook!

What do you do when your boss is on Facebook? My ex-boss is on Facebook and he's really active. It's weird ok. We had the weirdest conversation ever. Haha.

Okay. Dayana has this weird concept of Indians. I cannot tahan.

Dayana : Cheryl, can you ask a pure Indian what they put on their hair?
Me : I am a pure Indian
Dayana: No, you're celup Indian
Me : I'm pure indian lah woi..
Dayana: No, you're an integrated Indian (whatever this means..!)
Me : What are you talking lah???!

So anyway, pure or not pure, integrated or not..I'm so Indian lah.

FYI, Cilanat is not a bad word. It's a combination of Cilaka and Lahanat.

Huahua

EXAMS ARE OVER! WOOT WOOT! It's playtime! But unfortunately, all my playmates are really busy so play time will just have to wait.

The boyfriend commented yesterday how my blog is really silly. He thinks I should write more interesting things. He thinks it should be more about him.

Dayana thought me a new word. 'Cilanat'. I think I will start using it now.

Have I told you how much I love eating Milo nuggets? Yes, buy me a packet of nuggets and I'm yours!

p/s - Happy birthday Melissa. Though I sometimes cannot remember if your name is spelt with two 's' or two 'l', do know that I love you very much. May you always been this amazing, strong, beautiful and wonderful person that we all love. Here's wishing you happiness, success, good luck, health and wealth!

Because I'm on the brink of dying, I shall blog.

This past week has been utter hell! I sleep at 4 am and get up at 7, rush to work..work like mad, come home and start my routine again. Yes, it's the dreaded exam time and my university has to put two exams on one day because they like to see me suffer.

Today, I had accounting paper and I tell you my brain is not made for accounting. I cannot 'think out of the box' when it comes to accounting, heck..I don't even know where the box is. Actually, I think I'm going around the box not realising that the box is in front of me. You get my drift?

But but but, I did my very very best. I prayed and prayed and prayed so hard that I'm sure God would have felt sorry for this little girl.

And, as I walked towards my coursemate today morning before the exam, she gave me the most surprised look. I instantly thought something was wrong with my hair because..oh well..we all know how my hair behaves. But instead she said this, "Cheryl..you dah berisi sikit." Translation: Cheryl you're a fat fat girl. I gave her a worried/shock/i'm-never-gonna-eat-them-egg-sandwhich-again and she immediately told me that I look better 'berisi'.

But it's okay lah. I didn't expect to be skinny forever. Except I wish I didn't have to be 'berisi' on the face and hips. But life doesn't actually give you a choice does it?

I called Gopi and whined and whined for at least 20 minutes about how life is unfair and how everyone else is out, having fun while I'm stuck with my books. He tried to pacify me but to no avail.

Esok, two more papers and I'm done. Next sem, finance. If you see me looking like a 40 year-old, please know that it's because of my masters. And tolong, don't do your masters.

And I also need a new hp. It's been ages since I bought something new.

Oh and Gopi sayangku, it's been five great years eh? :)

Because I'm random like that..

1) I realised that with me it's two extremes. You either like me like crazy or you hate my guts. There's no in-between.

2) I don't handle rejection very well. Even if it's something small. I don't and I cannot.

3) I smile at the parking attendants so that they will take care of my car for more that nine and a half hours. Satu strategy yang sangat pandai. Silalah ikut.

4) The guy that kept pushing me in the train had a shirt which read 'Pest Control' at the back. Oh the irony!

5) Finals this weekend!! Die die die

6) 5Th anniversary with Gopi Bopi is tomorrow. But, due to our obligations..I believe a short telephone call will suffice this time round. I'll just have to lock my love and hold it all in till I see him next week. Life's unfair like that.

7) I cannot help but feel that I'm slightly under performing at work. Or maybe it's just paranoia taking over me again. Please don't be like me. I super-analyse everything that goes on around me because I'm crazy.

8) I make enemies easily. Men, especially, mistake my confidence for arrogance. But but but, I am the epitome of tin kosong. I talk more than I do.

9) The fever is gone, the flu is gone, the aching back is gone. I'm back bitcheeeeessssss! :)

10) Like Paris Hilton's reality show, sometimes, I challenge lame-ness.

Sayang sayang sayang?

The exam fever is certainly taking a toll on both my mother and I. FYI, my mum also has her finals this weekend so we're both very close to losing it.

My brother bought two turtles and my favourite past time is now talking to them. I swear, they're really easy to talk to because they don't judge you. In case you don't know, I am constantly being judged by everything I say and do. Heh.

So today, I noticed one of the turtles, PUPIT to be exact, had his leg up in the air. It was really cute because he was perched on a rock, with one leg sticking out. I quickly yelled for my mother to come and see the totally cuteness of this creature.

And my mother, the expert and diagnosing animals said this..

MUM: He has leg cramps. That's why he's stretching it. Yes right Cheryl? He has cramps.
ME: He's a freaking turtle lah ma..how to have cramps all?
MUM: YESSSS. He has cramps. Pity him.

Yes, that's my family going insane. And that's my mum, treating animals better than she treats us.

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On a seperate note, my colleagues and I were discussing about how Malaysians..sorry..each Malaysian deserve an individual crown for being redundant. We repeat everything we say.

Main-main
Play-play
cuba try test tengok (WTF!)
gostan kebelakang sikit
reverse belakang (heh)
Rindu serindu-rindu nya (adui)

But but but..the funniest statement in Malay would be this..

Sayang sayang sayang?

It's all in the intonation. Here, it's a person asking their 'sayang' if he 'sayangs' her (also the sayang).

And what would the answer be?

Sayang sayannng sayang.

Talk about creative writing.

p/s - If you're at Terminal Putra around 7.30ish, please ask me for a lift. It's sad driving home alone and I love giving people free rides in my new ride. That is if you don't mind my unpolished driving skills. =)

pp/s - I realised how easier it is now that I park my car at the train station. I don't have to wake anyone up or trouble them to send me and pick me up. It's great! BTW, thank you brother, sister and father for all these years of chauffering me around.

I'm sick.

Goodnight.