PMS Damn Kau

3 HUGE pimples colonised on my face; one at the chin, one below the inner eyebrow, and one right in the middle of my nose. All BIG FAT and RED. And my other part...omfg I feel like bursting. Literally.

Hate hormones. HATE HATE HATE!

Can freaking skip the PMS and stay in fertility forever ah?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Freaking emo now. Maybank online banking failed. Online retail therapy failed. Attempt to love myself failed. Freaking paper. I feel damn wrong today. Ish.

So Are You Half Full Or Half Empty?

I was writing this half full/half empty theory when I came to this.
Honestly I think I'm a half full person, half full glass of beer. ><

Smile and cheers people! ;))

Steph Is Officially Broke.

Lil tips to make youself happy (when you're broke).


1. Retail therapy. If you're broke, go for something real cheap. Eg. A mug.

This is the correct way to hold a mug.

2. DIY, do your hair.

3. DIY, pimp your nails.

4. Draw.

5. Grab something sweet. Eg. A piece of cake. If you're broke, 2 table spoons of sugar will do.

6. Sleep.

7. Wait, before you sleep count from 1 to 7 and make a wish that your bank account will grow to 7 digits when you wake up.

Good night people.

Ok I'm sick of my own childhood pictures appear in the first post. ><

I spent RM1110 on cosmetics yesterday. Feel damn high. The last time was during MNG sales when I spent RM1200 or more.

Crazy woman.

Once Upon A Time.

When I was just a lil girl.

I remember my sister would put me on the back seat of the bicycle and cycled me to the coffee shop nearby. She'd order a bowl of lou-xu fen (mouse noodles) which costs RM0.50 for me, kids are supposed to eat lou-xu fen, I used to believe this until I turned 10. My drink would be nothing other than hot milo, this is another rule for kids. Then she'd put me on the back seat again and send me to the kindergarten 500 meters away. I remember I was the quietest girl in the class. I had no cute face, no nice pink dresses, no barbie doll long hair, no 100% for my exam. I didn't even get a consolation prize in the colouring competition which I tried so hard to win. During the kindergarten convo, I played as a tree in the sketch. I think I would not be noticed if my skin is not dark. I remember my childhood friend laughed at me and called me Malay girl. Even until now he still think it's funny.



When I was a bit elder.

I remember my sister would walk me to the school. Every Monday morning, she'd say "Don't step on the grass!" "Don't dirty your shoes!". Sometimes she'd buy me a pack of nasi lemak which costs RM0.60, sold by the stingy lady who refused to give extra bit of sambal. I remember I was still the quietest girl in the class. Ordinary, not the good girl whom liked by the teachers, nor the naughty girl whom always get caned. My skin didn't get any fairer.

When I was a bit more elder.

The boy next class said my skin colour is special, another called me his wife, and I received the first love letter in my life. I won third place in a few story telling competitions, Priscilla always beat me flat by winning the first place. We started to get close, and because of her popularity in school, I started to have more friends. She taught me to read teens magazine, we would talk about Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys. I was chosen as the class monitor, teachers started to remember my name. I finally got a human character in the sketch.

When I was more than a lil girl.

My sister taught me to tailor my uniform so that it will look nice just slightly above the knee. I didn't bother to avoid the grass on Monday anymore, and my school shoes were never white. The boys in the bus sent me notes everyday to ask for my number. I was the pelajar cemerlang even though I always sleep in the class, and because of that, I was still the quietest girl in the class. I represented the school in a few national competitions, and involved in a few school events. I have more friends in and outside the school. Even though I'm not a kid anymore, I still drink milo and dislike soft drinks. Till now, my skin is still as dark as usual.

I look like an Indonesian maid in this picture. ><

Can you spot the ordinary girl in this picture?

Last Friday.

Needless to say more, let pictures tell the story.

Side track: Fry's new tattoo which looks more like Death than Peace.

Ponteng Kerja.

Today...



I lied and gave an stupid excuse to skip my 2 hours work which is boring to the max.

I'm gonna have my get-away short vacation at Priscilla's homie. Eat, drink, swimming, watching dvd, gossips, happy hour and maybe (obviously) more.

Friday is meant to be like that. I heart Friday!! ;)



p/s. Oh shit I'm gonna squeeze some time to finish an assignment by tonight. Bless me.

A-Cup Wannabe. Lolx.

Well I talked about the all the C's, and there are also many other quotes like 3 P's 3 S's 3 K's etc. And guess what, Mr. Engineer's motto in life:

Steph, Sex and Sleep ---> The 3 S's

HAHAHAhahahahaha

Now Steph's 3 A's in life:

Alcohol, Absorbed, A-cup. HAHAHaaha so lame.

Yea I hate big boobs they take up too much space A-cup is cuter and people will definitely look slimmer with small boobs. Maybe I should do breast reduction. ><

Here comes a question: What would I do if I'm given a chance to change ONE part of my appereance?

1. Breast reduction.

2. Liposuction.

3. Leg lengthening to grow taller.

4. Fairer skin. I don't bother to find out what kind of surgery is that I like my dark skin this would be the last choice only if all of the above fail. ><>

Haih I think I'd better reduce my head size first before I can do anything. Why my head so huge like a balloon.

p/s. Euphoria last week. I'm still suffering from cam whoring deficiency syndrome but never mind I looked crap that night. It was fun though.

p/p/s. Why the advertisement showing in my blog is birth control pill. What's wrong with the AdSense IT team who they think I am I drink but I don't fuck around and I don't use it for any reasons ok.

Jazz-ed Up!

Obssession of the moment: Jazz and chillout.


Bangkok Jazz last night. Nice music. Like the experimental performance, those lil surprises. ;))
Clubbing every week is too much.


Tried to upload the photos, but I can't send those lousy photos from my lousy phone to my lappie. Fuck I need a new phone, life without camera is a horror. ><


Yea Steph is turning into an old folk.

Love You Lots Like Tequila Shot!

何时开始，和Priscilla的谈话总离不开酒。调酒，饮酒，醉酒，酒宿。天气热喝啤酒最清凉; Vodka和西瓜是绝配; 威士忌加清水太淡, 要加啤酒; tequila pop要pop得够狠; 红酒和香槟是最后出场的好戏; Ice Wine 和Moet 一定要试…不开心时喝，开心时更要喝。去年的巴厘岛之旅是饮酒之旅，在酒店泳池旁一边晒太阳一边喝，晚上出去再接再励。



爱喝的原因是什么, 可能是基因。外婆今年七十，爱喝威士忌冰；妈妈爱用吸管喝黑啤，三四瓶大的还面不改色。很久不见的朋友，见面的第一个问题竟是：几时去喝酒？我被定了型，就是爱喝。一班人聚在一起，分享的是酒。除非醉了，否则谁会剥开心肝。可别以为酒后吐真言，酒醉三分醒。

小王子里的酒鬼喝酒是为了忘掉羞愧，而他的羞愧就是喝酒。这是一个循环, karma. 二十二的我，还不至于酗酒，可是病情绝不轻。

众人皆醉我独醒；众人皆醒我独醉。或许只在一线。



回来了。吉隆坡还是一样的忙碌，忙碌中带点马来人独有的悠闲。空气还是一样的污浊，太阳还是很炙热，很塞车，汽油很贵。我还是很爱这里。

Blame Mr. Engineer.

Due to some stupid reason which I'm not gonna reveal here, I faught with Mr. Engineer and smashed my phone. That makes me damn regretted now cause instead of a 3G Sharp 903 with 3.2 mega pixel camera like this,

I'm now using a lousy phone with only 2 megapixel camera.

I should have smashed his phone instead. Ish. Cousin lynn advised me to count sheeps next time when I start emo, so it that it won't burn a hole in my pocket neither hurt anyone's feeling. Count sheep, shall try. I think I'm too garang sometimes. ><

This blog is going pictures-less or either with poor quality pictures. ;(

Okay let me post some pictures up for the last time, in remembrance of my Vodafone Sharp 903.

*cry ;((((

This is me two years ago, looking damn innocent.

This is me now, still innocent as usual. Lolx.

This is me and my African brother fry, both acting innocent.

PMS.

My patience is officially dried now. ><

Have been trying to teach my mum how to play solitaire for the past 30 minutes, the line was poor so I kept shouting in front of the screen till the whole house can listen. Sounds easy but the truth is she doesn't even know how to switch off the computer properly. Fed up finally I layan her and asked her to explore by herself. I think she's champion already at least now she knows how to call me in skype.

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This is what happen when you see a cockroach flying towards you while brushing your teeth.

This is when you see a lizard.

Ish I hate it when I'm blogging people look at my post, it feels like a virgin being raped. Every time Mr. Engineer does this I'll make him swallow my fist, like this:

Steph Goes Simple.

Brother Kc said my hair cut is nice and demanded me to cut for him. So does my sister she even asked me to cut for her husband and son! Sigh why my family so stingy nowadays our zaman gemilang has totally gone. ><

Called mum to complain bout the fuel hike the other day, guess what she gave me a 4 digit number to buy and asked to me try my luck. Wasted my RM9 at Sports Toto, ish. Proven again money will not fall down from the tree.

Home hanging last night.

Historical moment of the century: Mr. Oney cooks.

p.s. Can you see the whisky on the table, omg we are such drunkards. Tsk tsk.

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Another historical moment: Priscilla bakes, not for me but for Mr. K. I always wonder why he has such big impact on her. Being her best friend what I have is a disproportion cheese cake from the left over, having oreo crush thicker than the cheese layer, aka a retarded cheese cake. ><

Craving of the moment: Kopitiam food. Think roti bakar, half boiled egg, nasi lemak, white coffee and asam laksa, and a great company of friend, that makes up a day. ;)))

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Steph being a lil emo:

I can't sleep at night, I face issues that never seem to be solved, sometimes I wake up in the morning and ask myself why the hell I'm doing things I don't like when I can simply choose a less bumpy and stony road. But fuck it, I know I'm going through this. People, don't think having less trouble and no worries in life is good, suck it up and grow through it.

Time To Absorbed.

Taking care of kids ain't easy, nevertheless taking care of 30 freaking kids. My body system rised white flag after a day trip to Sekinchang, flu virus attack. But I still had fun! Look at this how can you not happy staying at such place every day facing the paddy, fishing, painting batik and kite flying, omg i love kite flying. Wanted to do this since forever. ><

Yea can you see that 30 kids flying kite at the same time it's just ridiculous. All the kites are gonna tied up together so we didn't do it. ;(((

And once again I discovered more of my talents, I can paint!!

Not bad righttttttttt ;)))

Not talented enough? Next, I'm gonna freak all you people out of you ass...


















I can cut hair too!

Damn unprofessional using old newspaper to cover the body but who cares as long as I can do it and it looks just the same as any other saloon cut, or maybe nicer. ><

So much more nicer right before and after??!! Omg I'm damn proud of myself now. I'm gonna do it more anyone interested?

Bad Habits That I Should Quit.

1. Sleeping with my lil tigger

Nothing's wrong sleeping with soft toy for girls but I think my case is a bit serious cause I can't sleep without holding my lil tigger, I mean, literally cannot sleep without it. So I basically travel around with my lil tigger. When I bring it out I'll start worrying that I'll left it yet I must bring it out, such a big dilenman. ><

Trip to Bali with lil tigger. Isn't he the luckiest soft toy in the world?

2. Having a complete set of bedsheet

I like to make sure that my pillow case matches with the bedsheet perfectly. If it's not a complete set i'll find a matching colour else I'll feel uneasy sleeping on it. I spend extra long at the bedsheet section in Ikea, checking at bedsheets makes me happy. ;)))

My new bedsheet ;)))

p.s. Last month Mr. Engineer's bedsheet was doraemon, matching with grey boyish quilt cover and pillow case, can pengsan or not? ><

3. Biting Mr. Engineer/ Playing with his tummy

I have this weird habit of biting him till he screams out of pain, and when he starts screaming I'll scream like him and pretend that I'm pain. Evil I know but I can't help it, this is how i entertain myself and it feels damn nice. Try if you doubt . And for the tummy part I like guys with a lil tummy preferably with some hair (yea i like hairy guys but not gorilla), it's nice to play with, don't ask me why. Haih I think I'm abnormal I like playing with hair even at the armpit. ><>

4. Calling my best friend bitch

Me and my best friend call each other 'ba po' which means bitch in Cantonese, and i even save her contact with this name in my phone. Sometimes our new friends will be freaked out, but 11 years already how to change?

5. Having short term memory lost when I drink too much

Ah I guess this is what everybody does. Maybe I should just drink less.

Forgot to wash my foot after clubbing.

6. Passive smoking

I think I'm somehow addicted to second hand smoke, thanks to all my friends. I just checked in wike which says that passive smoking causes the same problems as direct smoking. I'm going to die of liver failure in early age.

7. Liking number 7

I have the tendency to make everything up to 7, like when I count or sometimes even when I buy stuffs. And you should have realized by now that I can't think of anything bad habits anymore but still I wanna make it up to 7. ><