Because I am officially known by the Melbourne WTF Gang as Sei Ah Lian, I had to live up to my status and force Yeff to take more sticker pics with me, because as you all know, ah lians can never take too many sticker pictures.
Other than this very productive activity, we went to Crown and the Yarra River (I think?) to be touristy and take all classes of touristy photos.
Shaun is a failure at taking pictures. WHen he is holding the camera he’s as steady as a rock. But the moment he presses the shutter, his hands start vibrating as though he has Parkinson’s disease. This photo is courtesy of Calm Chris wtf.
Courtesy of cigarette smoke. But quite cool. I thought. My pink Converses are making a cameo *clap clap*
Courtesy of the camera timer. Yeff, me, Chris and Shaun.
We also went to a candy store. I stood outside and watched two men pour hot molten candy syrup onto their workstation or whatever it’s called and worked at getting it the right consistency.
I thought, Now this makes a good tourist picture, and snapped a shot.
Look at the man on the right HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!
But he didn’t like it.
“You, come inside.”
“Er, no, that’s okay, the view from here is fine.”
“No, no, come here.” *beckons vigorously*
“Er, okay.” *steps into shop*
“Let me see that.” *waves at camera with candy-coated hand*
I show him the fugly pic and almost shit in my pants laughing.
Freaking vainpot, he insisted that I take another cooler and sexier pic of him before he let me go. But I’m not putting it up here cos I deleted it once I left the shop.
For all his unphotogenicness, his handiwork is quite terrer. Check out his pink candy toadstool.
Oh and then yesterday I went shopping with Shereen!
Er, these are earrings right? WHy suddenly look so funny wan. Anyway, photo taken by Shereen so I forgot.
She must have thought it’s damn interesting to bring the jakun Malaysian around Melbourne so she took lots of rubbish pictures of me. Actually we were just pretending to browse in this shop to escape the rain. = =
The skirt I’m holding was damn retro and damn old school and damn cute. But yalah also damn expensive. (To me who’s on a budget, anyway)
Er I like my hair color here. Dress, as you can see, is 4298349 times too big for me.
Shereen forced me to take picture with the Kookai sign omg. Sorta like how I force Yeff to take sticker pictures. Suddenly I know how he feels.
I mentioned her name multiple times in this entry and finally here she is. She looks well-groomed and flawless while I look like a complete horror next to her. See, Melbourne wind. *does Vanna White hands*
Grace told me no Australians would be caught dead shopping at Supre because it’s cheap and mass-made, probably like what Forever21 is like in the US. But I don’t care because I am on a budget and besides, both Supre and Forever21 clothes are damn cute. The woman next to me must be a tourist too then. But only I can be so thick-skinned and jakun to actually take a picture at the shop entrance.
Horrors! I actually look plump here. But that’s only the top I think. I got the belt though. Cute or not?
Cos my jawline here very nice.
Okay that’s all for today because somebody needs his daily dose of DotA.
Ok what really pisses me off about Melbourne weather is the wind.Every single day I wash my hair nicely, blow it till its totally dry, then use Gatsby wax to style it and make it nice and poofy.
And the minute I step out of the house, what happens?
Give me snow la. Just don’t blow anymore dust into my face and change my parting. T____T
Oh sorry no time to blog, Yeff is making me watch some oldie but goodie wtf samurai movie set in the Edo omg.
::Because you look cute here even though I look like some chewed-up piece of meat::To my Beloved Hsin,
Happy 21st Birthday my love!!! I’m sorry that I can’t be around to celebrate your special day with you… I hope you had loads of fun (even without me) and no cracks about your age, I promise (because I am 5 months older than you anyway).
Thanks for always being around for me throughout the years. 11 years of best-friendship started because back in Standard 5, we were too ugly for anyone else to want to be friends with us anyway. Birds of the same feather flock together wtf.
From our shared love for Buku Sumber and Lee Anthony Brennan’s boob necklace, we parted interest-ways because you fell in love with visual rockers and I stayed with my pretty boys, and you now dress like the sophisticated classy chick you are and I dress like the sei ah lian I am, we always managed to remain close like fcuk and I appreciate that:D
I’ll camp over your 22nd birthday, I promise:D
Lotsa love,
Aud
So how is Melbourne, eh, you ask me?
Well, it’s pretty good, from what I can see from the bed in this corner of Darren’s room.
Yes, I am still sick, damnation.
Let me say it again, TWO WHOLE YEARS in New England, and I didn’t fall sick ONCE, unless you count the occasional diarrhea and urinary tract infection.
And the minute I step off the MAS Boeing 747 or whatever at Melbourne International, some horrible strain of flu virus sneaks up on me unawares and holds me in its throes for the past few fucking days.
I don’t remember being sick for quite this long, since when I got hospitalised for pneumonia in first grade.
When my throat didn’t hurt, my head didn’t throb, and I wasn’t coughing up blood. Ok that last part I made up. A little.
Haha I dunno why I like this photo.
On the way to Melbourne Aquarium.
So the most memorable thing I’ve done in the past week is go to Melbourne Aquarium.
Big lobsters. Good thing I don’t like seafood wtf
The seadragons were so pretty! They look like some kinda floating plant. *heart heart* wtf
Er coral! Very pretty, like.
I forgot what fish this is, but I call it the Asami Konno fish.
Very alike la! When I saw the fish I straightaway thought of her. Though obviously the fish doesn’t have such huge jugs. *ahem*
Biggus scarifishus wtf. I’m giving you a lesson in biology.
“Darren Tan! Take a picture with the fish!”
“Ng lan oi la wtf.” (Fuck, don’t want la wtf)
Me taking a picture with the STAR fish HAHAHHA GEDDIT.
Btw, the starfish had tiny tentacles that felt quite disgusting on my palm. My expression was because I was trying to smile while threatening Darren Tan to take the picture quick if not the fish is going down his throat wtf.
Jellyfish!
More disgusting big fish.
Er I forgot what was behind us
Yes I lived to tell the tale of kena baham by Jaws, and all that jazz.
To do you all the courtesy of not leaving you with this fugly picture of The Black Hole I call My Mouth gaping in the middle of my face, I decided to upload pictures of the sticker photos I dragged Darren Tan to take with me to show off wtf.
Me: Eh Darren Tan, why cannot detect I plugged in my camera wan?
Yeff: *tiredly* Wait for a while and see.
Me: Wait very long already! Still cannot! *whinge*
Yeff: Try turning it on again.
Me: No! I’ve done that and it still doesn’t detect! Usually at once can detect already!
Yeff: *checks USB cable and looks depressed* That’s because you shoved the cable into the network cable port.
We can’t agree who is cuter again.
Melbourne has given me a frigging cold.Me, resident of New England 8 months a year. This is ridiculous.
Thanks to the cold, I haven’t been anywhere worth recording.
Red Silk twice and Max Brenner twice don’t count.
But that’s going to be put right tomorrow because we are going to the aquarium!!
Ok, because I haven’t uploaded any Melbourne pics yet, this entry is going to be backdated to the day before I left, i.e. Audrey and Hsin’s Big Day out.
Where Hsin spent RM140 on her boobs.
My Rm29.90 dress!
And then we were on our way to KLCC…btw, those are my Bon Odori fingernails.
Damn poseur, but I like.
On the LRT, still going to KLCC…
To get this! My camera is alive and working! At a price of Rm180 to me, I honestly should leave it to die and buy a new one. Dahlah, it’s only a measly 2 megapixels, which is the same amount of some people’s camera phones. But I couldn’t resist it in all its sticky cuteness.
That’s all for today. More pictures tomorrow because we are going to the aquarium and I am going to force Darren to take photo stickers with me.
Guess who’s going to Melbourne in about 9 hours!!!Yay!!!
Who’s in Melbourne right now?
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******EDITED******i am procrastinating my nihongo so I am going to put up more pictures.
I missed Dong Bang Shin Gi!!!!11 T___________________T
This is probably the only time they’ll ever visit Malaysia for a concert and I missed it! Missed it cos nobody I know wants to go, and I don’t have any money anyway.
As you can see, the one that looks like this is my favorite. Unfortunately, even though I think I’m such a big fan of them, I don’t even know his name. But I know all their songs!
I also know that I am a teenybopper and have a penchant for boys who are prettier than me (which isn’t easy to be HAWHAWHAW).
To make up for it, I, like any other Japanesy/Makigoto wtf/Harajuku freak out there, went to Bon Odori.
Honestly, isn’t this like a festival for the dead or something like that?
Instead of coming in yukatas or regular casual clothing, the general Malaysian public apparently decided that Obon is Japan Pop Culture Day and turned up in all kinds of pesudo-Harajuku costumes.
Should have taken photos of them la. But unfortunately, my stupid camera passed away the first week I got back.
The only picture we have of our surroundings.
After that we put away the camera because we got bombarded left and right by people wanting to take pictures of other people dressed in yukata.
Hsin got all the Malays and I naturally attracted all the Ah Bengs. Says something about what people find attractive huh.
When people asked me if I was Japanese I answered according to my mood at the moment.
Chinese guy: Excuse me, can I take picture with you?
Me: OK.
*snaps*
Chinese guy: Are you Japanese?
Me: No.
Chinese guy: Ohhhhhh. *shoulder sags*
Hahahahahah wtf! Japanese means control the world isit? I’m not putting down Japan ok, but it’s silly because the guy probably feels like he bought a real DVD and found out later it’s fake.
*group of girls who cannot be more than 14 years old runs up*
Leader: *clutching camera* Can we take picture with you?
Me: Er…ok.
EVerybody: Yay!!
Me: …
Leader: Can ask your friend to take for us?
Me: *turning around doubtfully to look at friends who are lining up for food* Er..
Patrick: It’s ok I’ll take for you.
Everybody: Yayyy!!
At the end of Bon Odori, this guy whose hair is as bright as mine accosted me.
Ah Beng: I’ve been looking all over for you. Can I take a picture with you?
Me: *blinks* Oh ok.
After the picture he puts out his hand. I stare at it and move away. How I know, I thought he was trying to tell me I was holding something of his, and since I wasn’t, I walked away la.
God, my face is square. And god, my expression is constipated.
Serve me right for asking him to pan cute.
Me and Hsin
Dammit I wasn’t ready.
Dammit I look fat and sleepy. Joe is squeezing into the picture and he looks like his face is melting into the table hahahahahah.
HAHAHAHAHHAAH I’m sorry I can’t get over Joe.
And again! HAHAHAHAHAHHA! I was teaching him how to measure the ideal length of your eyebrow.
On Sunday, we had a *shhh* surprise farewell party for Brother Ooi.
While Marcus and Adrian took Brother Ooi out for pool, the rest of his friends sneaked into the house to wait for him.
We hid all our shoes.
Brother Ooi’s skull is obviously as thick as his, uh cheeks, because when he came in, he saw all these shoes and he still didn’t suspect a thing.
He thought the shoes belonged to them below, see.
Clockwise from L: Ida, Andrew, Ian, Ah Teong, Alyssa, Alexandra (or is it Alexandra then Alyssa?), Stephanie, Ah Hwa Kor kor and Fat Her’s legs.
It was a sausage fest. L-R: Kwo Kuang, K Hong, E Guy, Yijin, Johan.
Fat face again la.
The extended Ooi family. Guest starring Fat Her Ooi’s legs HAHAHAHHAAHAH!!!
Hsin: “Eh, why Uncle Ooi not wearing pants wan?”
Actually his shorts were hidden by the Backstreet Boys tshirt he was wearing, which belonged to the 12 year old me. He gets my hand-me-downs.
Secret: The entire Ooi family was actually tip-toeing to try beat each other in height.
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Memento of our happy days working the street wtf. No la, it’s our stint giving out Southern Bank flyers la. Here we are at the Curve.Tomorrow is Monday and it’s yet another joyous day of working at my telemarketing job.
Firstly the person who hired me, Stephen, promised me RM100 a day.
Then he got struck down with dengue. -__________-”
And now another boss, Ms Chia is insisting I should only be receiving the standard pay which is RM60.
This is so unfair! All the weird things happen to me! What are the odds of your boss getting dengue the 2nd day you work there?
If it is RM60, I wouldn’t hesitate to resign.
RM60 – RM10 for EPF – RM20 for petrol, parking, toll and food = RM30!
Plus I have to get up at 6+ am every day just to make it in time for work!
Also I really hate office conditions.
1. The office is so freaking cold that I am going to bring my wool sweater tomorrow.
2. They check call records and keep reminding me I have to make 120 successful calls a day.
3. Succesful calls do not include those where the person you’re calling isn’t available.
4. 120 calls means 1 call every 3-4 minutes. Which is freaking impossible as they expect us to convince the callee to agree to come to the company’s event too. Which means I have to explain to them what event is and why they should attend all in 3-4 minutes.
5. They can see what’s on your computer screen on THEIR laptops and they close your IE browsers and Web Messengers.
6. They have surveillance cameras installed in the office so they know if you’re doing your work. If you’re not they call you up and yell at you.
How can I work in such stifling conditions?! And they expect us to have 10 registered people for their event everyday.
This is absurd. I only get 3 minutes a phone call and I have to make them want to come?
And at RM60 a day?
If it’s really Rm60 a day, I’m going to quit and take up knitting.
I’m serious.
Okay people, we have a lot to catch up on here.Let me list down the topics before I forget.
(a) Melbourne trip yay!
(b) my important career as a part-timer
(d) champagne launch at Westin
(e) my flight with Manpower
Firstly, I get to go to Melbourne because MAS is having a promo where they’re selling Melbourne tickets for RM1200 (USD 300 for US people), which is RM800 less than normal (USD 200).
So I’m going, albeit only for two weeks (which is what the ticket is good for). Which reminds me to stock up on jeans, because I left all mine in US (too heavy and space-consuming). But there is no fear of Melbourne weather for the person who once wore a miniskirt out at 0 Celcius *stands tall and proud*
Yay yay! I get to go! Though I will have no money to spend there!
I will walk around with my eyes closed so I don’t get tempted by nice window displays. T_T
I will eat only Yeff Tan’s food everyday so no need to pay.
I will walk everywhere instead of taking tram. My power calves can take it.
I will sneak into the zoo at night so no need to pay either. Eh like My Sassy Girl.
To earn money for Melbourne, I’ve been doing all kinds of jobs, as you all know. First job was receptionist at Nippon Express – fun and relaxing.
2nd job was at T______ in Glenmarie with the sour woman who hated my clothes.
3rd job was giving out flyers with Hsin and Suet.
Like both of them, I solemnly swear to take every single flyer handed to me from now on.
Damn sanfu ok!
*hands out flyer*
*woman shrinks away and walks off quickly* =.=
*hands out flyer to very handsome Eurasian businessman*
“I’ll take this just because you’re cute.”
*grins goofily*
*hands out flyer to malay man wearing songkok collecting derma*
“Ini apa?” (What’s this?)
“Southern Bank punya promotion…personal loan”
“Nombor telefon ada dalam ar?” (Got your number inside ar?)
WTF! Do your work properly la! People ask you to collect derma, not phone numbers wtf.
Okay la us too. We got sidetracked from our job at the pasar malam by earrings and nail art stickers.
*Me, Hsin and Suet were browsing through the earrings trying to think which to buy.*
*Malay derma man comes up to me again*
“Cik berapa tahun ah?” (How old are you, miss?)
“Tiga puluh tiga” (Thirty-three)
“Eh nampak macam 15” (But you look 15) [Cis.]
“Bukan, sudah kahwin.” (No, married already.)
*hands flyer to sleazy Ah Bengs*
“Eh leng lui what language you speak?”
“Er Japanese.” wtf
“Got phone number in this or not?” *brandishes flyer*
“Don’t have, I’m tourist” *runs away*
All in all, it was quite fun, working with the both of them. Plus I didn’t get any darker thanks to sunblock SPF 50++ XD
4th job was registration at some new champagne launch at Westin. Mingled with Camelia, Jien (and his two ang moh chicks), rich, sunburned white people, fake accents and lots of cleavage.
5th job is telemarketing but it pays well so oh well.
Continuation tomorrow: my fight with Manpower.
WARNING: DO NOT EVER WORK WITH MANPOWER JOB AGENCY.
Stay tuned to find out why.
It’s me again.Feeling better, so here I am, typing.
Past week or so has been full of emotional upsets with friends, Parents Ooi, Brother Ooi and darrentan.
Haih.
Things have made me realize that:
(a) my temper is horrendous (“not like this when you were small!” scolded Mummy Ooi)
(b) I’m not as fragile and soft as I think I am, and contrarily,
(c) apparently I am extremely dependent on other people to take care of me and people get annoyed by that.
Haih. I don’t know if that is true.
I do admit that I am very spoiled in the sense that people always feel they have to look out for me because I’m a midget and because I look blur and helpless most of the time.
People do act extra nice to me and help me cross roads, order food for me, open soda cans for me, carry stuff for me, refuse to let me peel any more mangos, etc. Thank you, you know who you are. 🙂
I’m sorry if anybody feels pressured or stressed dealing with me. I do enjoy (and possibly I am very used to) people pampering me. But in my defense, I never asked for anyone to do that.
Even when I look blur, sometimes I’m actually being really smart.
My normal expression like that only ma.
But whatever la, I really didn’t mean to make people feel like that.
Moving on, I’m going to Melbourne! Yay! Details tomorrow.
Oooh, cliffhanger wtf.
No la, still on my early bedtime thing.
The past few days have been extremely busy, also pretty shitty (no connection to each other).No time and mood to blog now, sorry.
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