AudShopping

Happiness

I DROVE TO SUNGEI WANG YESTERDAY.

*cue for trumpets to blare*

Actually, it’s no big deal, I have driven there before, that was to pick up my altered 50’s style pink and black dress 😀 But now I feel damn terrer because this time I had to battle the 5.oo pm jam AND I took the NPE highway! So there! I didn’t once get lost! PLUS, now Ruth knows what a wonderful driver I am *nudges Ruth for clarification* Jia Min, on the other hand has already acknowledged my greatness a long time ago:P

We bought lotsa stuff! At first we couldn’t seem to find anything very nice to buy. And I kept looking for that perfect bag/top/skirt to buy that would brighten up my entire existence and make me look like a million yen.

BUT I COULDN’T FIND IT! This was the case of a junkie who had gone for rehabilitation (ie. controlled shopping for a loooong time) and couldn’t find the best drug for the best high.

I kep thinking like some old ah-ee in the market that, “NO! I am sure I can find something fresher than this stale piece of brown and dry looking fish!”

But I digress.

Then! The Ruth and the Jia Min made me buy a purple scarf from Comma just to get the spirit of shopping alive.

It didn’t work. Especially since my favorite shop wouldn’t let me try on tops and Jia Min’s fav shop’s prices had increased like ten-fold.

So we had lunch.

And then the purchases just kept on coming.

All of us bought the exact same bag! But in different colors; mine was light pink, Min’s dark pink and Ruth’s white. Wahaha!! 3 same bags in 3 different continents: Asia, North America and Australia.

Then I also got a white top while Min got 2 pink tops and Ruth got another bag and 2 other tops (issit?). The drug high is still around!

Happiness is retail therapy.

My dream job would be to be a personal shopper ala Becky Bloomwood.

AudDisgusting AudSuay

No More Tears!

The quest for courses continues.

This has been the most traumatic visit to the doctor’s for injections, thus far.

Here comes the evidence:

1. The Hepatitis B shot I took today felt like 24,000,000 ants were all biting into my flesh at the same spot plus a red-hot poker was being jammed into my arm.

2. I screamed the whole place down

3. I ALMOST hit the doctor (henceforth known as Dr Evil.)

4. The medicine wasn’t all injected into me.

5. Meaning that I might have to go for an extra shot if this is not succesful!

6. So Dr Evil grabbed my arm and started rubbing the injected spot most vigourously and excruciatingly.

7. I screamed again.

8. I tried to run away from him. So his grip increased and he rubbed my arm so hard that I could feel his enormous belly moving with the effort.

9. Then he made me sit on his lap while he rubbed my arm.

I AM SO TRAUMATIZED!!! The doctor made me sit on his lap!!!!!! Could things get any worse?!

I don’t think so.

Dr Evil said, “I’ve never seen anyone your age scream so loud.”

Backstabbing Mummy Ooi said, “Yalah, terrible lah!”

Dr Evil said, “Girl, how are you going to deliver next time?”

The victim said, “That’s why I’m not having kids!!!”

Yes, you heard right. I am never having children.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr and Mrs Ooi. But there is always Brother Ooi to pass on the Ooi genes and name.

Why am I not giving birth? Good question.

1. STRETCH MARKS! This can be a whole answer in its right.

2. Bloating, morning sickness (though I’m very good at throwing up), fat ankles

3. Maternity clothes

4. The pain of labour!

5. The scar after my Caesarean (which I am sure I will definitely undergo, due to my tiny frame and therefore, hips)

6. Screaming babies in the night

7. Screaming babies on the plane when you’re going for holiday

8. Screaming children in restaurants and those who don’t listen to you

9. Screaming teenagers that don’t listen to you

AudAngry

The halfway man

I’m freaking exhausted. I’m in the midst of staring at lists of course information and schedules, trying to synchronize everything to register for my courses, which btw I am extremely late for.

I am sure, seeing that Mount Holyoke seems to be full of extremely efficient over-achievers, all the classes that I want to sign up for will already be full by now.

Dammit.

Orang Melbourne has returned from Melbourne. When he came to pick me up today, it was like he never went off at all. Everything went damn comfortably between us, as though I just didn’t see him for some time but he was in Malaysia all the while. Don’t really know how to explain it. But everything was okay lah.

Let me take that back. Everything went fine until LUNCH. Then I happened to mention a tiny little place called Bangsar, and thar she blows. (Or he, in this case).

I lost my appetite. Especially when he fixed me with The Look (its a mixture of hurt and at the same time as tho taunting me to answer), which is something he always gives me when we fight.

And then, earlier this evening, he SMS-ed me saying that he knows that I went clubbing last week. Then when I called him up demanding an explaination, he said he heard someone say I went to Atmos last week.

WTF??!

Let me clarify things a little. First of all, I am the Geek. I have not been clubbing since New Year’s. And second of all, Audrey the Geek has never stepped into Atmos her entire life! Thirdly, what is it to him whether I go clubbing or not?

I have a boyfriend that is not a boyfriend.

I know I said I wanted a boyfriend but not this kind!

This person does not come with the perks that a boyfriend provides, such as flowers on my birthday or “I love yous” over the phone. Instead, what he gives is:

1. The Look

2. Choking feeling when he gives me The Look

3. Possesiveness

4. Nagging

Why me?! He could be the clone of a certain friend’s bf I know from UK in terms of the above! (I have a theory that it’s in the stars since they were born on the same day). But at least that person has official status! Let me tell you that this one definitely does not.

So why does he still have a hold on me? Why am I extra soft-hearted with him? Why do I get irritated beyond belief whenever we fight? Which is a lot. And always over the same thing.

I feel like strangling him, really I do.

KNM.

AudSocialButterfly

Feel I’m going back to Massachusetts…

MY SOCIAL LIFE IS BACK!!!!

Itinerary:

Thurs: Went shopping with Cheryl and Hsin for Chung Jia Min’s birthday present AND Daddy Ooi’s Father’s Day Present.



Fri: Went to SJMC to check if I have TB. I DON’T!!!:D Also, went over to Hsin’s place to watch My Sassy Girl (must watch!) again and cried bucketloads again. Also, went to Rack…… AND MET THE EX-BOYFRIEND for the first time after breaking up.


He seemed terrifed to see me. I wonder why:D. So when Her Bitchiness went to look for Malcolm and found The Ex instead, I smiled terribly sweetly and said, “HELLO!!”


He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He just held on to the foosball sticks and looked at me and opened his mouth and closed it then looked away.


I feel a bit bad actually.


But I thought it was quite funny. Rape me with goats and strike me down with lightning.



Saturday: Oh, busy one, this. In the morning, I WOKE UP AT 1030 to have brunch with Hsin, Jill and…. Rachel Ng Ai Mei!!! Haven’t seen her in yonks. Her laugh hasn’t changed though:)


Then, the London Nerd pestered me to get home quick so we could bake a cake for JMin. In the end, it turned out that me and Pak Lun did the most of it. What LN did was chop up half a lemon and wash all the dirty utensils.


Then The Nerd and PL had to quicky rush home while I had to quickly shower and apply the makeup before rushing off to surprise Min like crazy at SOuled Out.




HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY CHUNG JIA MIN!!! MAY YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR AHEAD OF YOU! I HOPE IT WON’T BE THE LAST THAT WE WILL CELEBRATE TOGETHER! LOTS OF LOVE FROM THE BEST FRIEND!!!



Argh, I don’t know how to use Photobucket and I’ve given up hope on Ripway! Photos to be posted at a later date. For now, satisfy your craving to see my face by visiting Hsin’s blog.


Oh, Tan Jin-Fei wants to be mentioned in my blog. Here goes.




Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei

Darren Tan Jin-Fei




Eh Darren, if you type your name out in Google, my blog will come out. Try lah!




Sun: Fat Her’s Day! For the occasion, Brother Ooi drove instead of The Daddy so the parents sat at the back like heroes. Went to Holiday Villa and to my embarrasment, the Ooi parents requested the singer at the restaurant to sing “Massachusetts” just because I’m going there soon. For revenge, I took some gloriously cringe-worthy shots of Daddy Ooi which will be published at the earliest moment possible.


AudEmo AudRubbish

Mission: Improbable

Thank you everybody for taking the effort to give me your suggestions. Really appreciate it! *muaks all around*

Unfortunately, it has not helped me to make my decision. This is because everyone suggested totally different things!

Recap:

Chris – Psychology

Suggestion (obviously this is anonymous- thanks for taking the time to suggest even tho I don’t know you) – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change

Pei Xuan – Middle Ages

Ruth – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change

Hsin – Varieties of English Comedy, Psychology

Cheryl – Philosophy

Jia Min – Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change, Philosophy

Jill – Varieties of English Comedy

Hahaha what everyone thinks is totally different!

I can’t make up my mind yet! But many thanks to all of you! Love ya! *smooch*

Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change got the most votes. I know lah, everybody wants me to find Mr Right soon, right? I also want lah!

Fcuk, and I’m going to a WOMEN’S COLLEGE. I might as well join a nunnery (is there such a word?) for the next 4 years. Then when I come out, I’m going to hump the first thing I see with testosterone… tall, short, canine, whatever.

Kidding.

But seriously, I WANT A BOYFRIEND!!!! *weeps into hankie*

What brought on this “lam” mood? Firstly, it is PMS. Yep, that time of the month again. Others get moody and bloated; me, I just cry and start the nostagia.

“Won’t you please play a song, a sentimental song, for my sentimental friend over there…” (Violins wail in the distance)

Secondly, yesterday I made the stupid mistake of opening an old love letter (ok lah, not love letter, love email). I was innocently cleaning out my inbox and deleting rubbish like “Osama on Friendster” and “Biggest Tits in the World” when I ter-opened the Letter.

*chin wobbles and eyes tear* It was very sweet. Nagging but sweet. But screw him lah, after we broke up he told me that he didn’t love me as much as he said he did.

FUCK YOU LYING EX-BOYFRIENDS.

This makes me so pissed. Why has noone ever loved me enough to want to stay with me? By the end they’ll tell me “Oh sorry, I fell out of love with you” or “Uh, I think I lost the feel”.

AM I THAT REPULSIVE?!

AM I??

I want a good boyfriend. Someone who will love me a lot. Or at least someone who loves me more than I do him.

I want a chance to dump someone cruelly by saying, “Fcuk off, your equipment is not big enough.”

Come on, angel of Heaven! Throw me one of those good ones.

Preferably while I’m at Mt Holyoke.

Not in Malaysia where I’ll have a crying fit at KLIA and he’ll commit suicide by hanging himself and drinking arsenic at the same time.

AudNerd

Kill Audrey Vol. 2

It’s that time of the week again. The time to poke Audrey to death.

This time it was the dreaded TUBERCULIN TEST. Lazy to explain about it again, read my past entries if you forgot.

Anyway, I took the shot at SJMC and it was, as usual, fcuking painful.

I made such a big fuss in the ER that another nurse (in scrubs!) felt obligated to come over and talk to me after that.

Oh, the jab: It felt like the nurse pushed the needle in THEN pressed it in further till the plastic part of it was pressing into my flesh.

What’s worse, after that she took a pen and DREW A CIRCLE AROUND MY INJECTION so she could remember where she poked me.

I’m too lazy to take a picture so I drew one instead:

::This is what my arm looks like now::

Okay, I want everyone’s opinion on this. In Mt Holyoke, I have to take something called a first year seminar, which is just a normal 4-credit course. Every first year student is supposed to take one first year seminar. It involves class discussion, debates, writing papers etc.

And I can’t decide which. Help me out, people! Please post comments or tag on what you feel is the most interesting (also the one which would hopefully require the least amount of work:)

I’ve narrowed it down to these:

1. First Love: Attachment Theory (under Psychology)

2. First-Year Seminar in Philosphy (under Philosphy)

3. Love, Relations, Marriage and Cultural Change (under English)

4. Picturing the Middle Ages (under History)

5. Varieties of English Comedy (under English)

6. First-Year Seminar on Brain/Mind (i think this is under psychology too)

Pleeeease!! Just tell me what you think. Muchas gracias!

AudDisgusting

It’s a bug’s life

I got the vanity case! *clutches it to self*

Thank you, Chung Jia Min!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

I spent the afternoon arranging all my makeup stuff in its compartments and organising each different cosmetic by its type. I will never be messy with my makeup again!

However, I did make a few surprising discoveries. For example, I have 3 mascaras, 2 eyelash curlers and 4 eyeliners (2 liquid and 2 pencil!). What am I doing with so many?!

Secondly, my Maybelline Lash Discovery Mascara smells.

It is quite disturbing. Luckily it is the worst of the lot, in terms of unsuitability with my eyebags.

But what’s EVEN more disturbing is this:

I spent about half an hour picking bugs out of the rice bin.

It is a disgusting job. But someone has to do it. It is almost as bad as pulling shit out of ikan bilis’ bellies.

The bugs were tiny and thank goodness they couldn’t fly. So even though my arms were perpetually covered in goose bumps, I continued picking them out of the beras.

Step 1: Stir rice, looking for small black specks in the middle of white sea
Step 2: Use fingernails to pick bug out
Step 3: Drop bug on scrap paper (you can use old SPM trial papers)
Step 4: Fold paper on top of bug and squash it to death. If you’re lucky you can hear a crack sound. I think that’s the bug’s back breaking.

After I couldn’t find anymore, me and Brother Ooi set up a system.

Apparently, these bugs lay eggs inside grains of rice. Then as the egg hatches and the baby bug stays inside the grain of rice and slowly eats its way out. So the rice grain will be left hollow after the bug grows up and gets out. Shit I’m getting goosebumps again thinking about it.

Anyway, the system was like this: Brother Ooi picks out rice grains that look greyish, because
the presence of the bug inside gives it a grey hue.

Sister Ooi then, with most macho-ness, uses her nail to crush the rice grain open thus exposing the bug inside. If it doesn’t move, I just drop it on the paper. If it does, I use a pencil to stab it to death.

Brother Ooi’s job requires: super sharp eyesight and nimble fingers

Sister Ooi’s job requires: super sharp nails and lots of guts

Food for thought: If the bugs are inside the rice grains itself, wouldn’t it mean that we would cook the rice and eat it together with the bug inside?

Nice.


::Rice bug itself::


::That is my hand. Am I macho or am I macho?::


::The murder weapon::

Food for thought: I actually saw the birth of a rice bug.

Brother Ooi handed me the rice grain. When I took a closer look, I saw a small hole in it and a rice bug trying to climb out. It’s head and four of its legs were out and it was struggling quite badly. We studied its efforts for some time.

Then Hero Audrey decided to give it a Caesarean. I crushed the rice with my nail and out fell the bug, in a tizzy trying to crawl away as fast as it could.

It did not seem to be grateful at all for the Caesarean I gave it.

I did not like its attitude.

Therefore I stabbed it to death with the pencil.

AudShopping AudVanity

Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s Maybelline

Good hair day!

And it was put to good use too, since I went all over KL and Sungei Wang, then to Vina’s house to HELP HER DO HER MAKEUP FOR A LEVELS PROM.

Bimbo-ism, ie. knowing how to wave a mascara wand around to create magic, is an essential skill. I should be Cho Chang.

Anyway, I didn’t actually do much, because I arrived at her place late, and her mum had already done most of it. But!

I APPLIED THE MASCARA FOR HER.

Ha ha ha! Mascara is my pride and joy.

But not when it runs.
Which happens to me alot.
Even though I always use waterproof.
My theory is that my eyebags are too big and therefore my lashes brush on them too often and the mascara rubs off.

Anyway, Vina was swept off to the prom, looking beautiful, by her Prince Charming, a bouquet of African daisies and a corsage. *wipes away tears*

Where the hell is my Prince Charming, bouquet of carnations and Louis Vuitton bag?

Back to the good hair day. It is too big a deal for Audrey the Airhead to bypass the subject. *fluffs curls*

It has been weeks since the last Good Hair Day!

And I owe it all to…….

Paul Mitchell Medium Hold Sculpting Lotion.

Yeah man! For people with curls, sculpting lotion is way better than mousse. It doesn’t give you the wet look and the curls look bouncier, sexier and I think it’s not so drying for the hair too.

Oh and Min, it didn’t do any damage to my baju. 😛

Pictures time!


::The famous luggage! Isn’t it gorgeous!::


::Me and Vina after all the makeuping and dressing. DON’T look at me, looks retarded::


::Pink Sakura from Kyoto! Why I put it in: (a) it’s pink, not the usual white sakura! (b) I just felt like uploading more stuff and (c) I miss Japan:(

By the way, “Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s Maybelline“? It is me, darling. 😛

AudSuay

Strangers in the night

People I meet online are getting weirder and weirder.

First up, we have Jamie from Perth, who started messaging me on Friendster recently.

He then proceeded to looking me up on MSN and chatting me up. The convo goes something like this.

J: yadda yadda yadda

A: blah blah blah

A: Eh who’s the baby in ur pic? (He has a baby photo for his MSN pic)

J: That’s my daughter.

Aud: Oh! Er, how old did u say u were again?

J: 20

A: how old is ur daughter?

J: less than a yr old

(J’s MSN pic changes to another picture of a baby)

J: This one leh? cute or not?

A: Cute…ur daughter oso issit?

J: No, that one is my son.

A: 0_0 Bloody hell when did he start reproducing? Oh.. so….your son and daughter which is one older?

J: Daughter…cute leh both of them?

A: (still in shock) ya ya cute. Eh wait just asking ar…so ru married?

J: hahaha nope.

A: eh, so ur studying rite? then ur gf leh? she also studying wan ar? how did he find a girl willing to give birth for him TWICE and not get hitched? Are the babies even from the same mother?!

J: ahahahahahha….. (doesn’t answer my question)

‘Nuff said.

The competition is another guy, also from Friendster who I think was in Taylor’s last year and had seen me around before. Let’s call him R.

Fast fact: He complimented me on my curls!! XD

R: So how’s life? How’s the bf?

A: Did I tell him I had one to scare him off? Erm..no bf lar

R: WHAT! lie!

A: (fear seeps into my bones) what? im not! i told u i have ar?

R: no lar, i thought girls have to have a bf wan:P

A: no lar dun have.

R: y dun have?

A: erm, didnt really meet any suitable ones? i dun go to coll mar..so the new people tat i meet are less lar.

R: wat about the ppl u’ve known some time? like ur frens?

A: aiyaa frens dun work out wan lar. not good to spoil the frenship by trying all this.

R: what about me? i would seriously date u. without question.

A: Uh-oh. Haha i dun know u tat well lar…

R: Ok, say if u did, would u go out with me?

A: what the fuck?! Erm, depends lar.

NUFF SAID!

AudShopping

Another suitcase in another hall


FUCK! I stupidly deleted my entry myself! For some reason I highlighted the whole thing AND PRESSED DELETE.

I will remain calm.

I will remain gentle.

I will go to Nirvana.

I was trying to upload photos that I took today but failed. I don’t understand why! I’ve done it millions of times but tiba-tiba today the computer decided to beraksi with me and declared that so-and-so software is missing. WHO DELETED THE DAMN SOFTWARE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW?!

Anyway, I am in a very depressed mood because now I can’t show you all pics of my latest prized possession…..

A SPANKING BRAND NEW BABY PINK SUITCASE!!!!

Plus, a handcarry suitcase complete with trolley handle in baby blue! *gloat gloat*

And that’s not all! I mean, that is all I got, but in the shop there was also this beautiful makeup case that comes with an adjustable mirror and little pockets to fit all my brushes and powder puffs!

And it only costs RM49! Anyone who is interested in getting me a farewell gift, that is the gift to buy! I am serious! This is not an attempt to sound cute and fish for a sugar daddy (though if it succeeds, all the better!) but an effort to prevent anyone from getting me useless presents like say, I dunno, a candle holder or a statue of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

PS. The promotion for the special price of RM49 only lasts until tomorrow! QUick quick!:D