I AM SO DEPRESSED I WAS TYPING A POST COMPLETE WITH LOTS OF PICTURES AND NEMO KICKED MY COMPUTER AND NOW IT CAN’T DETECT MY HARD DRIVE T______________________T
And you thought I couldn’t do it!
(Actually I thought I couldn’t do it but that’s besides the point wtf.)
The point is, I survived!
Without wanting to cry or anything!
When the staff was briefing us on the rules, frankly I was terrified. Cos I looked around me at the other players (most of whom I didn’t know) and everyone looked like they could survive in the wilderness for a week with just a penknife for company so tough ok. The guy next to me was a 6’5 Indian with a mass of hair that put my extensions to shame wtf.
Then when we were putting on the padding and the jumpsuits and knee pads I did want to cry wtf. Cos it was sooo early in the morning (830 am) and I couldn’t really sleep the night before and just the effort of pulling on the kneepads was enough to make me vomit wtf.
When we started the first few rounds I was still damn terrified and I was too scared to advance to the front. Paintballs were flying everywhere and the shooting sounds scared me out of my wits wtf.
I was hiding behind a stack of tires when I got hit in the face. But luckily the mask took most of the impact and I thankfully surrendered and went to the safe zone.
And then there was once where I got hit on my leg which was fucking painful I nearly couldn’t walk so I put up my arms and gun. Then dunno which fucker shot me while I was making my way back to the safe zone! Shot me in my womanly parts some more damn painful ok I wanted to cry. T____________T
Then after that I got angry cos I kept getting shot without getting to shoot others/cause equal pain to what I’m feeling wtf, that I decided enough is enough and with a sudden spurt of bravery I crawled to the front and saw one of the enemy hiding behind a barrel so I took out my gun and shot him T____________T
Got him right in the mask somemore and he fell backward are you proud of me T____________T
But while I was shooting him, Yeff suddenly dived like a hero in front of me and I got him in the back wtf.
Then after that I became so brave and managed to capture back some stuff for my team T_______T
When we were playing this game called cops and robbers, my team fucking owned ok! I dunno why I became so brave (I think it’s because after you get hit in the petpet you have nothing to lose anymore) and when we were the cops, I managed to advance all the way to the ‘bank’ to protect the money bags wtf but I kena shot anyway cos there was noone to back me up wtf.
But really lor I became quite adept at hiding behind things and catching sight of people and shooting.
Maybe I should join the army wtf. Become a sniper wtf.
Look at this! I came back home and took off my pants right away and this is what I found. Now it looks much worse because the blood clot, er clotted together more wtf.
And I have 6 more smaller bruises but all on my legs I don’t understand why I’m so short but only get hit on my legs. I got a few shots on my torso and face and hair but no bruises.
Yeff so unlucky, got hit TWICE on his knuckles which apparently are the most painful area to get hit and it was so bad that he bled zomg.
My legs hurt like puki and I walk like I’m limping, my right arm wants to fall off cos the gun was damn heavy what do you know and everyone said I was pale after it was over but it was worth it I didn’t cry I think I am tougher than I give myself credit for T__________T *pats self on back wtf.
Just to end on a bright note wtf. Seven last Friday with the Flat Hair Flat and the OKR WTF gang wtf.
I am going for paintball this Sunday and I think I may have been insane when I said, “I want to go!”
Cos I’ve always wanted to try it okay! Like how I always wanted to go go-karting but never could because I don’t make the height minimum sigh.
And everyone else is going okay if I don’t go I’ll be left out and when they all make inside jokes later I won’t be able to get them wtf. Lack of attention ohhhhhh wtf.
So anyway! That was before I remembered that you get bruised with paintball! And I hate being scared and running and hiding to avoid your enemies! Seriously, everytime I watch slasher flicks where they’re trying to run away from the crazed serial killer I feel like I wanna vomit okay cos it’s just so scary to be running and not knowing if they’re behind you or waiting in the bushes in front to pop out in front of you and throw paint wtf. I always think if I’m in that situation. I’ll commit suicide first so I won’t have to be scared and I can die with dignity and not running for my life and getting my achilles tendons cut wtf.
So I guess Imma kill myself on the paintball battleground wtf.
No wonder Yeff didn’t want me to go! But I can’t let him know that cos he’ll say “see I told you so”. Which he will after reading this blog post wtf.
Some more I thought this girl I know from high school who’s also quite short was going, so I thought to myself, “never mind, Imma shoot her” but then Yeff said “she’s not going.”
“Oh shit.”
wtf.
Somemore I didn’t bring sneakers over so either I run around the battlefield for 5 hours in cowboy boots wtf or I borrow or steal sneakers from Hui Wen. *big shiny eyes.
And and did I mention paintball is 5 hours! My plan is to stay out of sight for 30 minutes while I find a place to hide and then shoot people’s ankles from there for the next 4 hours wtf.
Joke of the day:
(2 guys trying to cook curry but cannot find the curry powder)
Guy A: “eh how do you say ‘powder’ in Malay?”
Guy B: “is it’badak’ ah?”
Guy A: “oh ya I think so!”
HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
wtf.
Hi guys I’m back! wtf.
Yes yes I’m in Melbourne again.
Last time, I promise! Cos I’m leaving forever and going back to America (sigh).
Not so many pictures taken this time, cos I’ve been here, done that wtf. Also because I am sick again (double sigh) with a sore throat and cough. 🙁
I went to the museum with Tze’s most hated enemy wtf.
There was an ant colony surrounding me and while I was waiting for the picture to be taken I kept having goosebumps cos of all the ants crawling around the sand.
Wen Loong trying to eat a stick insect.
The bug section was the most interesting! I dunno why bugs are so fascinating. I could watch an ant colony all day. I wanted to get an ant farm when I was younger but Mummy Ooi has a phobia of ants/termites/small crawly things.
Under some dinosaur bones.
Wen Loong, right before he got scolded by a museum staff for trying to circumcise small boys WTF. HAHAHAHAHAHA no la I dunno why they wouldn’t let us take photos in the Mind and Body section.
Me, Ally and Hong Sze at Seven. Don’t ask me why I always wear this dress I also dunno T_T. Actually I do; it’s because I brought 2 dresses along and there’s no bra appropriate to be worn with the other wtf.
L-R: Arnie, Alison, Wen Loong, Dongbangshingi WTF HAHAHAHAHA, me, and Nemo. Dongbangshingi is Alison’s friend who looks like he wants to hit on her and is thus named because he looks like a Korean boyband member.
Me and Nemo, who happens to be my distant cousin because my mother’s cousin is married to his father’s brother wtf.
Tze’s enemy trying to put an end to my life wtf.
Sigh the sorrows of being at the height of most people’s elbow crooks.
Sometimes when I’m in my room, snuggled under the comforter with my laptop on my stomach, I have an urge to get up to clean my room, to shut my closet doors wtf and pick up my clothes off the floor, and then go to the mirror and reapply mascara and put my hair up in a cute ponytail then only sit back down on my bed wtf.
You know why! Cos somewhere in my subconscious I think that the scene would look nicer if there’s a camera on the ceiling, recording every bit of my life.
You tell me if I’m crazy or not! When I was small, I thought I was the only real person in the world; that everyone around me were actors in the movie of my life. I thought that when they’re weren’t there with me – like my classmates or teacher, they just didn’t exist.
Haha so I think that perception stayed with me somewhat, even as I grew older (and wiser wtf). That I am the center of the world (my world, at least), that I am the star of my own movie. And movies rarely end unhappily.
The other day, I started talking again to someone who used to be very close to me but whom I’d lost touch with and he said that I’m as optimistic and idealistic as ever (optimistic idealistic tumeric wtf wtf). But that is honestly what I am like.
No matter how bad things get, they will always get better. No matter how evil a person might be, there is always some good in them somewhere. (Unless they’re like a serial killer and then their badness can’t be helped cos they’re out of their minds wtf.)
And no matter how much trouble or sadness I’m in, it could be for a better twist in the future, but things always get better and I will get my happy ending. 🙂
I officially hate my extensions.
What was I thinking! I even considered taking a day trip to Singapore cos I heard extensions there are like $2 a strand.
But I must be out of my mind okay. Everytime I wash my hair I have to spend 10 mins and a whole palmful of conditioner just conditioning it so that when I comb it later, it won’t tangle.
Once in the early days when I first got extensions done, I didn’t put enough conditioner and I had to run back to the bathroom (this was after putting on pajamas and moisturiser) to rewet my hair and apply more conditioner. T______T
And another time (actually I can’t remember if this was when I had extensions or not) I remember I had this huge knot of hair behind my head that wouldn’t go away so Angela/my mum/forgot who had to cut it off. :((((((((
I so wanna cut my hair short.. but everybody’s getting bobs these days very mainstream okay. I hate being mainstream like for example I don’t read Kennysia cos it’s mainstream to do so wtf.
Plus I kind of want to have long hair for my convocation pictures…
But on the other hand I have an urge to cut it short and dye it blond – like platinum shiny blond wtf.
But on another hand wtf, my hair without extensions is like peach fuzz wtf.
Um any ideas?
Oh I know I’ve talked about this loads of times. But I must say again: I hate tall girls/girls who are more than 20 years old who act cute and innocent.
What more if they are both tall AND more than 20 years old.
I heard about this girl who is older than me who apparently bounces her index fingers off each other in a desperate attempt to seem childlike.
Why why! I seriously don’t understand why someone would feel the need to do that! Are they training their eyesight wtf because as you know, it isn’t easy to do that if you close one eye.
I’ve also heard a girl with no self-respect say:
“You have to act cute if not guys won’t like you.”
And then they wonder why girls don’t like them.
*weeps into hanky
Why do people like this still exist please go back to where you came from i.e. Tang dynasty wtf.
Can you imagine how demeaning is it to act cute or dumb just to be liked/get attention? Why would you lower yourself to such a level?
If you want to act that way, then expect to be treated like an inferior being by men ok. If you’re going to act like you have half the brains of normal humans, people are going to want to coddle you, yes, but they are also not going to give much importance to your opinions (not that it’s obvious you have any that are worthwhile) and they are fucking not going to respect you.
Fine, you could say the same for women who portray themselves as sexpots in order to get what they want. Yes it’s bad. But isn’t it worse to not only portray yourself as the weaker sex, but the dumber one as well?
This is 2007 ok. You want it to be what, one small step forward for mankind, one giant leap backward for womenkind ar wtf.
Like I said, using your femininity to get ahead is one thing; whatever it is, it’s still a man’s world – there will be men who will invariably look down on us just because we have more estrogen – and we women must employ whatever we can to stay on par. But to act cute and dumb to get attention?
Isn’t that very pathetic and kind of whore-y?
God I can’t believe how demeaning this is. I’m not really talking about acting cute, but acting like your IQ is lowered. I’m not saying us women should all put on our sweatshirts and recite Blake or Shakespeare, but for god’s sake, please have a bit of self-respect or dignity, and act like your mental development was normal/like a proper mature human being, if not for yourself, then for half the population of the world.
What did our foremothers fight for then! Get the right to vote for what, so you can point your stupid index finger at a man and say “whoever you think is best, dear.” wtf.
I also heard about a girl who has no self-respect that when people around her were talking about some serious topic, say politics, she whined and said “why are you talking about these kinda things…talk to meeeeee” *pulls on people’s sleeve wtf.
So help me god. Tell me the truth! Does anyone really feel it’s necessary to act this way to get male attention! Don’t have to put your real name but I need to knowww.
Maybe because being 4 feet 9 guarantees that people will automatically think I’m cute and thus I don’t have to go to further lengths to be thought of as such.
But I’d be so embarrassed even if I just saw someone acting that way, what more myself.
Especially if they’re tall! Imagine looking at the ground 5 and a half feet away from you and then twisting your body back and forth and pleading “feeeeed me please feed meeeee” WTF or whatever it is that act cute people like to do.
I already said countless times that tall people shouldn’t ever try to touch the territory of shorties, how are you supposed to be cute if you’re long and lanky.
Let me ask you, are basketball players cute? Are wrestlers cute? I rest my case wtf.
So the fair itself.
We went on the day before to Midvalley to set up our booth. Due to lack of space, Mount Holyoke and Wabash College had to share a booth. But at least we weren’t like Smith and Wellesley – two women’s colleges who had to share wtf.
Mum and Ooib hard at work.
Me not being hard at work.
Still not doing work wtf.
Thumbs down to Wesleyan wtf. Actually I have a few friends going to Wesleyan okay! But the Malaysian bunch manning the booth I dunno why were so lansi. I kept wanting to go over and talk to them but they refused to look at us also wtf. Just cos got a lot of them so they think they’re all that isit! Like I kept going around and talking to the other colleges but Wesleyan just stuck to each other and sat on each other’s laps and played with their laptop wtf.
Ooib promoting Wabash. (and bitching about their rival Depauw)
Ooib and Suet during a quiet moment wtf. See all the Mt Holyoke deco behind!
And the Moho sign Suet made.
No pictures of visitors cos I dunno if they would like it.
The whole day was pretty interesting but tiring. The Smith and Wellesley girls are really nice so everyone can go over to their booth mmkay wtf. Plus I have mutual friends with the Wellesley girl – very surreal actually to meet someone from Malaysia and find out you know the same people from America.
And I got a free tshirt from Cornell wheee. There were only 2 decent looking guys in the whole fair okay. The first one I spotted cos of his haircut damn nice and he had very nice cheekbones and nose and eyes. Damn cute okay totally my type and I kept nudging Suet to look at him. (Suet: “Why are you like this! You’re here to promote MHC ok”) And then I found out he’s some scholarship recipient from University Malaya to attend grad school in the US. Do you know how smart that makes him! For a Chinese to get into UM and then win a grad school scholarship! 
But then when he stood up and walked to the stage I was crushed wtf because the way he walked was so ah na! I dunno whether he’s effeminate or just shy but lack of confidence is such a turn off ok >(
Anyway the 2nd best looking guy in the fair lags a great deal behind him but he’s from Cornell and has confidence wtf and when I asked him for a tshirt he gave one to me.
I was very surprised by the number of people who had actually heard of liberal arts and Moho. All the girls who approached us knew so much about Moho already and were damn interested in applying. So impressive ok! And the thing is, all of them fit the Moho profile so well – smart, serious, focused high-achieving people. Don’t ask me how I dropped through the cracks la.
And the parents were all so nice and supportive too! Don’t think that all Asian parents only want their kids to take up law, medicine, accountancy and engineering okay. Most of the parents I met were really interested in finding out what other good opportunities lay for their kids.
Oh except for one asshole man. He barrelled into our booth while I was eating the fries that came with my lunch and said “So who is going to tell me about your college? Don’t just sit there eating and sleeping.”
WTF like I’m so free to sleep at my booth! And I’m not human isit don’t need to eat ar I’ve been sitting there the whole morning without break already!
Then he went on: “There’s only 3 things in life: eating, sleeping and waiting to die.” Then he laughed at his own joke mat 7.
Fucking obnoxious okay he kept waving his hand near my face and invading my personal space wtf.
Asked a lot of nonsense questions. He even jabbed a finger near my eye and said “eh why is your eye blue?” and he didn’t know how to pronounce Mount Holyoke and when I told him he said it sounds French WTF.
Then he kept saying I look like Nicole Richie! He turned to this guy I’d just met (who was a UK grad) and asked him if he thought so. When the guy said he doesn’t know who Nicole Richie is, the asshole said “aiya UK grads don’t know anything wan la! Aust grads are even worse! That’s why I sent my children all to US schools.”
WTF! I tell you, with this kind of character you send him to study under George Washington also no use la okay. Fucking uncivilised ok.
Next he scolded me for not giving him a seat. Then he proceeded to pull Ooib’s facilitator chair and sit in it himself.
“You ar no manners don’t know how to ask your elders to sit down! We’re old already you have to show us some respect.”
I damn beh tahan so I said, “Sorry ah, US education didn’t teach me this kind of thing.”
Then he faltered for a while before saying, “What about when you’re in Malaysia? Your parents and teachers didn’t teach you?”
I dunno what I would have said if Ooib hadn’t said smoothly, “Aiya uncle you don’t look old that’s why we never give you a chair.” wtf.
The chairs are meant for us the facilitators okay! Only got 2 chairs there for me, Suet and Ooib already somore this cibai wanna come and take one for himself.
Some more I didn’t know how to react to him cos he’s an old guy I’m brought up not to scold old people okay.
*burning fury wtf
Doing my bit for promotion though I think I’m a bit late.
So come okay if you’re interested in studying in the US – be it state universities (too big), Ivy Leagues (too difficult), community colleges (too no-status *cough*), or women’s liberal arts colleges (too much estrogen).
Of course you know I’ll support studying in a liberal arts college. All the better if you come to New England (North East of the US) so we can suffer together-gether in the artic temperatures.
But seriously, I do believe that a liberal arts education is fantastic. Not all state schools are good (sorry), it only depends on the school. Ivy Leagues are all right, but they are mostly huge schools where your professors might not have as much time for you as you want. If you’re looking for a more free, personal approach to education, I would suggest going to a liberal arts school.
Yea you can’t major in engineering in an LA school, but because we study such diverse subjects, your mind is bound to be opened to new different ways of thinking, and basically it just broadens your horizons la. Plus the small class sizes and the close-knit community of a liberal arts school adds to the attraction.
3 years of liberal arts education has had its effect on me, not only as an academic student, but as a person. My parents say I am more assertive (i.e more apt to scold people wtf), more feminist (ya but I still like push-up bras and am not above sleeping with people to climb the corporate ladder WTF jk la), plus I have more definite opinions (esp. about the government ahem) and I have a much broader range of knowledge (we lib arts people are so nerdy that we actually play games to name world capitals in our free time wtf – did you know that the capital of Mongolia is Ulan Batar! And Brazil’s is Brasilia not Rio de Janeiro? Or that Myanmar’s isn’t Yangon anymore? wtf)
Go to a state school if you want the typical Hollywood type experience of lots of parties, beer kegs and football games. But if you’re looking for a solid, quality education, then liberal arts is for you.
Okay la enough sales pitch for today. Whatever ar, whoever is free better come to check out Mount Holyoke’s booth cos I’m manning it together with Suet. And who dares to go over to Smith’s is dead wtf. Hahaha no la! I have a lot of good friends at Smith okay I love them truly <3
Feel free to drop by and ask me if taking liberal arts means I draw very well wtf. See you there!
I’m back!
(And half dead on my feet.)
Let me sum up the outcome of the day in a few concise sentences.
1. Because I’m allergic to sunblock, I have now turned a peculiar shade of gray, despite staying in the shade the whole day.
2. You see! Ask me to wake up at 4.45 some more la! As it happens, I took 5 naps during the day wtf. A nap each on the way there and back, 2 naps in the aircon tent (meant for the clients and agency [Dentsu]) and one nap sitting right behind the director, not caring who sees me.
Why am I like this! Sleep is to me what food is to Suet wtf. How can you expect me to be up and about at 7+ am what more 4am! The entire morning before lunch I was like a zombie – as expected. I stayed in one chair behind the director and her tv screen and struggled to stay alive wtf.
When at last I couldn’t take it anymore, I went inside the aircon tent and found the client inside snoring. When I came in, he woke up with a start and explained “I just came back from Europe very jetlagged.”
Wtf nobody asked also! Wanna sleep then sleep la give so much excuses for what hahahaha.
Then when I woke up (just in time for lunch), I went out and announced to the world that the sleep did me a lot of good and I was plenty fresh and awake now.
But after eating a big lunch, I felt sleepy again and went back into the tent to sleep -_-”
Then later in the evening I slept again this time on the beach in an uncomfortable plastic chair. Luckily nobody scolded me, I only heard people mutter “Wah I wish I could sleep anywhere like her.” wtf.
3. That’s why I don’t have that many pictures, that and also because my camera battery let me down T.T
Felicia took this pic when my battery still had power. Guess who’s the short one in white wtf.
Early morning. It kept raining on and off during the day which pissed me off. If there’s something I hate worse than wind, it’s rain. Or maybe sun wtf. I guess I’m not a nature person.
The crew.
The crew obsessing over something.
Ray and my phone hahahahaha
Only one pic of me because you should have seen my eyebags! Big enough to put all my clothes in wtf.
Now I know why shoots always take so long. Cos most of the time is spent waiting!
Wait for the crew to set things up, wait for the makeup and hairstylist to make up the talent, wait for the sun to come out, to go in, for the rain to stop, for the wind to blow in the right direction..
Wait for the cameraman to adjust the camera, wait for the light to stop overheating wtf, wait for the talents to repeat the scene over and over until the director is satisfied..
I was so super tired (from sleeping all day wtf) that I said to Eileen and Felicia “tomorrow I don’t feel like going to work la” then I gave them meaningful looks but they didn’t get it and said “it’s okay you can come in to work a bit later.”
Dang!
P/S: How wonderful it was to go to the beach with people who don’t wanna get a tan T______T Felicia and Vidya were slapping on sunblock spf50++ left and right and Vidya was actually wearing a jacket and I was so touched T_____T Because the last time I went to the beach, Trey and Neal yelled at me the whole time and snatched away my sunblock and dragged me out into the sun and water with them T_______T
Guess what.
Tomorrow I have to wake up at 4.45 because the van is coming to pick me up at 5.30am (!!!!!) to go to Port Dickson for another shoot.
I wanna die!
(But also kind of excited wtf.)
I promise to take lots of pictures!
Bye!
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