Fat Her just got himself a new Blackberry!
He took forever deciding if he should get an Iphone or a BB and he was leaning towards the Iphone because Fat Her is a kid at heart and he was occupied with the amount of apps that he could have at the tips of his fingers wtf.
And he also had to go around to all the telcos to check out packages and rates and contract terms and conditions. So that took more time.
But then I guess he decided to get a BB to fit in with his peers WTF.
And he chose Maxis partly because they’ve been my family’s telco since forever and partly because he thought they had the best plans and rates.
Right now there are a lot of different plans in the market from all the different telcos and it looks like the Iphone market is particularly competitive.
This is me being competitive with Wombeh’s phone.
Because he has this app that downloads pictures of Japanese girls WTF.
For those who have been considering to Maxis or not to Maxis wtf, that other telco plans might look more value for money in terms of their data quota. But Iphone users who use an average of less than 200 MB a month will realize that Maxis provides more minutes than other telcos do in giving data. Additional Maxis minutes are worth at least RM20 a month too, depending on what plan you’re on.
Maxis also offers shorter and thus more flexible contracts cos they have 12 month and 24 month options available. (my Maxis BB is on a 12 month plan btw)
Maxis internet coverage includes near 100% HSPA+ coverage in Klang Valley and Penang and extensive coverage in the major cities – Penang, Ipoh, JB. So far I’ve never had a problem with with my coverage or reception 🙂
Maxis is also very affordable with only RM80 something a month on 0% interest Easy Payment option. Oh ya and you get free local calls and SMS between family lines!
Anyway that was just to highlight some of the things that Maxis has going for them. I pretty much suck at numbers and econs and fail at comparison wtf so for a clearer more factual view of Maxis plans you can refer here.
(um how to delete that app ah)
Fucking tired now.
When I say fucking I mean rabbits.
And iz not making sense now but just have to post this entry because I don’t want my blog full of advertorials wtf and because I promised Fwesh a nice favor so here iz I writing this half dead.
So this is a picture post. Because pictures are pretteh. Just quick update of many pictures I haz taken recently.
When me and Minami went shopping last week. Realized that everything she picked out was black and everything I liked was white. So even though we liked the same items we liked different colors anyway so no issues no fights wtf.
We both bought the rings! And they match our purses!
Don’t judge me ok I know my manicure is so bad it looks like a french manicure now WTF. But I had no time to go redo my nails and I can’t be assed to do them myself.
Clubbing with Elise who came down for Cheng Beng (hor some more can club) and the Nuffies!
Joanne and Jake’s full moon party!
Congratulations Joanne & Wai Sun on the arrival of mini Joanne!
I’m not a baby person but baby Jake was really cute 😀
I made a joke on Facebook and Twitter : “Why is it called a full moon party? Do babies turn into werewolves then” WTF but nobody laughed T____T
Btw I found a way to make use of my useless zipless 10 dollar shorts!
Just wear stockings underneath and a long top over it 😀
And remember to adjust your stockings so the lines are straight ok wtf.
I can haz new hair!!!!
Went to Shunji Matsuo in Midvalley last weekend and tadah new look!
I love the color!!!!! It is ash blond and it is fucking nice ok!!!
All previous hairstylists told me I can’t achieve this color without bleaching and that is bullshit ok because I had given up on ever getting this color but I spontaneously told Raymond (my stylist) that I wanted it this time and he said ok and an hour later I am ash blond!
No bleaching required.
I also asked for straight bangs this time cos I was sick of my sideswept ones and I really like them too but I got mixed reviews for it 🙁
Especially since I’ve been wearing my glasses this whole week so with these bangs I am now Betty Suarez WTF.
At least Betty is younger than Liang Popo….
Nehmind! I will style and makeup over the weekend and show you all the power of Raymond Shunji Matsuo wtf.
(if you want his number you can email me)
Oh still with my old hair.
With Wendy at Project Alpha launch! God I love taking photos with Wendy!
Wendy and Mike came down to KL for the launch and first thing they wanted was mamak food wtf.
Take that Singapore and your clean food courts! wtf
With purty Kim!
And KY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HAHAHAHA CAN SEE THE DESPERATION IN HIS FACE TO FIT IN WTF
With Sara & Karen <3 We look like an ascending graph 🙁
But we are a totally horizontal graph here are we not!
I am same height as Shaolin Tiger!
With KY and Niki. KY don’t laugh ok you’re standing next to me means you’re not that far off in height!!!
I’m stealing the above picture from Kim to demonstrate my next point.
It has been a source of constant debate between a bunch of us whether midgets have knees wtf.
Gareth has proven once and for all that they don’t WTF WTF HAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHA
I do however have night vision wtf.
All those people above (including Gareth No-Knees) are involved in Project Alpha Season 2 which premieres 19 April!
Season 1 bloggers tumpang glamor got one episode also! When we go to Kuching and encounter another gym *forced smile wtf
You know Snickers? The chocolate bar?
You know what I think of whenever I hear Snickers?
Nyehehehe (my face not Suet’s)
Or
Ngehehehe (both our faces wtf)
Geddit! We are snickering wtf.
And now there is reason to snicker because Snickers is challenging you to their Football Challenge (in keeping with World Cup spirit maybe) and the chance to win yourself weekly prizes of an Ipod Touch or a Sony PSP!!
First go to www.snickersgame.com and prepare for kick-off! I mean sign up and login wtf.
You’ll find yourself standing on a football pitch getting ready to kick some ass a football into the goal ! (and avoid the goalie of course)
You have to type the alphabet that lights up on the screen to build up power for your kick. The letters are all from the word SNICKERS so the coordination-aly challenged shouldn’t have that much of an issue. The key here is to build up enough power with Snickers so your ball gets through to the goal. Snickers lets you go further !
(but don’t be like me I kept pressing the wrong letter and then I would get flustered and get everything after that long fml. You have to keep a very calm zen mind while doing this! Think too much will gelabah wan)
Then after you build up enough power you have to kick the ball into the goal!
SIGHHHHHH
Is this high ah! If anyone else plays can you please let me know what you got!
I mean it looks high to me but looks can be deceiving wtf.
My competitive streak taking over *fails at being zen
Click here to play. Whoever beats me wins a black cat WTF.
Good luck!
A few months ago Wafu asked me if I wanted to buy Hada Labo products with her and even pushed a brochure at me.
I’d never heard about Hada Labo so I went “oh ok” and promptly forgot about it in true Aud fashion. Then a while back my mother was talking about skincare products in true Mummy Ooi fashion and she mentioned Hada Labo. She was very excited about Hada Labo and was dying to try some of their products.
I said “eh I think Wafu told me about it before but I didn’t know what brand that was so I didn’t do anything.”
And I got a scolding for not telling her or asking if she wanted to buy some. *wears cone of shame
But now I have my very own bottle of Hada Labo’s Super Hyaluronic Acid Moisturizing Lotion to test and review!!! *redeems self in eyes of Mummy Ooi
I was in Singapore this weekend so I brought it along with me to test it out.
I read up on it already. Hada Labo represents a lifestyle of simplicity yet perfection so they make sure to leave out all unnecessary additives, fragrances or coloring. Plus Hada Labo is produced in a pharmaceutical manufacturing environment, under strict guidelines to ensure quality and effectiveness in their products.
My skin usually goes crazy when I’m on trips – maybe because of the upturned schedule or maybe cos I don’t drink enough water when I’m on holiday wtf so I figured it was the best time to test if it was really as moisturizing as they said and if it really did preserve and lock in my skin’s moisture.
Btw this was my side of the bathroom..
And this was Wombeh’s *cricket sound chit chit
Plastic bag to store his toothbrush and shaver ahahahaha!
Ok so I woke up and faster took out and unwrapped my Hada Labo!
The Super Hyaluronic Acid Moisturising Lotion is meant to be used in place of your usual toner – after cleansing and before you moisturize. Because of its ability to lock in moisture and preserve the optimum moisture level for your skin it’s supposed to add on to your usual routine to make sure your skin is well moisturized (this is for the future before you start to age ok dry skin is the biggest factor in people getting wrinkles wtf)
There’s no alcohol, fragrances or any additives so if you have sensitive skin it should be okay for you!
Wah the statistics so power sounds like the world birth rate or something!
Ok so I washed my face with my normal cleanser.
(photo totally unedited)
As you can see, my face is abit on the dry side and for some reason right after I wash my face I look damn pale fml.
And yea I don’t have eyebrows double fml.
(head hair already so thin what more eyebrow hair T3T)
My mother told me that she’d heard the lotion was gel like but when I looked through the bottle it totally looked like normal liquid to me.
But actually it’s like a cross between gel and liquid dunno how to explain! It’s too watery to be gel but it’s like there’s more surface tension to the liquid than water so it stays “together” more WTF god I suck at explaining things.
Dripped like a 20 cent coin sized puddle on my palm. Can you see it! I used a “I can do it” sticker to indicate where it is also because yes Hada Labo can do it wtf.
This is right after I patted the lotion onto my face. It goes on watery and slippery but after a few seconds of patting it gets a bit stickier and absorbs into my face really well.
(no photo editing either)
(I didn’t even smile in this photo ok! You know how people are always looking glum in their Before pohotos and smiling in their After ones?? Of course la! A smile always makes you more attractive what. So I didn’t smile in this one so you can focus on my skin wtf)
There is a big difference! Before I put on the lotion my face was quite pale and sallow. But after I put it on immediately my face became brighter and it looked more supple too.
Btw I think I poured out too much I think the most you need is 3-4 drops already cos a little bit goes a long way with Hada Labo.
I used the remaining lotion on my neck wtf.
After the lotion I put on my usual moisturizer and sunblock.
And the interesting thing was, usually when I put on my sunblock it doesn’t really go on easy. I have to rub my face quite hard wtf to get the sunblock to spread over my skin. I always thought it’s because sunblock is stickier than other skin products.
But this time when I put on my sunblock it glided on easily! I think because my skin was so moisturized that it became smoother and products just went on easier.
I can haz eyebrows.
Then makeup as usual
Seriously I’m very very happy with this. It’s very inexpensive too I think you can get it for RM40+ at all Guardian pharmacies!
(good to know because I have a feeling Mummy Ooi is gonna take mine)
You can go to Hada Labo for more info 🙂
I can haz a break.
I was so overwhelmed by all the comments I got on my previous post! But I didn’t have time to read them all until today, much less reply them.
It’s an eye opener really to see how many people my generation thought the same way as me. And more than that, how many people still had so much hope for our country and do want a change.
Maybe this is the first step. Awareness among all of us that we’re all sick of the situation and want a change and that there are SO MANY of us 🙂
Saya anak malaysia says:
April 5th, 2010 at 7:58 pm eoh come on guys. at least we are not at war and facing extreme poverty like other countries.and u r only comparing to SG being the closest and smallest in SEA?
u’d rather being treated as 2nd class citizen at other countries?
this is the place u called home. like it or not.
But this was the most WTF comment ever.
Disputable on so many levels!
How dare you compare Malaysia to wartorn countries? It’s like saying it’s okay to be barely passing your exams, at least you’re not failing WTF.
If you want to compare, then compare to something better than yourself! Why look behind to reassure yourself that there is someone worse than you? Ridiculous.
Besides, like you said, Singapore is the smallest country in SEA. And yet look at how they’re doing.
And I don’t know about other people, actually yes I would prefer being a 2nd class citizen somewhere else because at least I would understand it.
To counter it, Sadie, provided a very insightful view:
Sadie says:
April 8th, 2010 at 3:14 pm eLOL I somehow find the eloquence of the first guy quite amusing.I’m lucky enough to go abroad and will eventually be settling down here. Do I see it as a sort of betrayal to my homecountry? No, I’m simply doing what is best for me and living a better life. Can I do my part or more as a citizen, even from abroad? Why not? With more opportunities, resources and armed with the experiences that I had gained from life abroad, academically or personally, I could provide more help. I’m planning to open an architectural firm after my studies and will eventually set up another in Malaysia, which could create employment and charity programmes. So yeah, do what’s best for you and you’ll find a way to contribute. Political means isn’t the only way.
And have hope Audrey, always have hope.
She is so right. Thanks everyone for giving me some of my hope back 🙂
I took some time wondering if I should post this up.
This is the video that made up my mind for me, that asserted the fear that we have no future in this country and the decision to move out.
A year or so ago, I once told Tim that somewhere in the future I would like to move out of the country — to Singapore for instance.
He protested saying that this is home. Malaysia is where his parents live and where mine live. And it’s true. Instead of staying on in London like many of his peers, after he graduated, he chose to come home.
But what is home? Home is a place where you belong. According to the man in the video above, in his tone and more, this is not our home.
And so Tim started considering Singapore as a serious option to live in in the future.
Every time he talked about Singapore or every time we were in Singapore, my heart would clench just a little bit. Singapore is beautiful, organized, cosmopolitan. But did I really want to leave this messy, chaotic, heartwarming, low speed broadband nation where you live in danger of getting your bag snatched, for someone else’s beautiful sterile country?
I said I would but deep down I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to give up ordering kai fan in Cantonese in KL only to switch to Hokkien if we drove north for three hours. I didn’t want to give up hearing the ubiquitous Malaysian accent which nobody in the world has, including the Singaporeans. That said, I don’t want to give up switching languages without giving it a thought. Even something like bribes to get out of trouble. Telling my American friends about how I bribed to pass my driving test always made me laugh to see the dismay on their faces and it’s definitely not something to be condoned but that’s what makes us us.
If the people in power today were the brain of Malaysia and the country itself is the body, we, the raykat are the heart. And if the brain keeps pushing its body in all the wrong directions, sooner or later the heart is going to stop beating.
Two years ago I wrote this blog entry. Reading about people calling us ‘pendatang’ made me struggle not to cry then as I struggle not to now. I was sad but I was also hopeful. I half wished I was Prime Minister and I had a whole list of things I wanted to mend.
I applaud what certain parties are doing to try to steer us back on track. I know that young graduates like me are urged to come back and not leave the country to idiots like Ibrahim Ali and the entire MCA wtf. And I would in a jiffy if I thought it would help.
But right now I don’t believe we can do it. I want so badly to see hope but I believe that the people running our country now will cause us to fail and I believe that is the right and inevitable thing to happen. I believe that sometimes you have to be pushed far enough under for you to learn your lesson and for your rotting wooden house to collapse around you before you can reconstruct it with new polished timber.
This is where I grew up. This is where I ran or run across the street illegally because nobody waits for traffic lights. This is where I bought aiskrim potong the uncle pulls out from the metal box attached to his motorcycle. This is where I learned Malay from scratch to an A1 in SPM. This is where from after completing my secondary education my parents sent me away for university.
And this is where from I will leave again. I don’t know when, I don’t know where. I don’t even know if I will end up leaving. And I definitely don’t know if it’s wrong or right. But right now this is what I feel.
Quote Malaysia Today:
The Department of Statistics reports that in 2007, 80 per cent of Malaysia’s workforce received education only up to Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM). And in 2008 some 350,000 Malaysians were working abroad, over half of which had tertiary education.
Please can’t you change our minds about moving abroad?
***Apologies if this offends anyone. This is merely an opinion piece of an idealistic ignorant person.
(And I would like to add that I love Malaysia and its people. Just not the government wtf. And any racist or seditious comments will be deleted wtf)
I was going to blog about our Singapore trip but Wombeh beat me to it! *narrows eyes
Nehmind today Imma tell ghost stories!
(Actually Wombeh has also blogged about it damnation but whatever I tell it my way)
Ok la fine I don’t know if this is really a ghost story or not.
Wombeh’s sister is moving down to KL so Wombeh moved out of his room to give it to her and moved into a bedroom in another apartment down the hall from her.
The minute I stepped into the room I felt damn weird already!
Like very grumpy and depressed. I felt so angry for no reason that I wanted to stamp my legs and punch the bed like in a tantrum WTF.
And I never even threw tantrums as a kid! If not Fat Her will wallop me wtf.
At one point I felt so gloomy that I just sat on the bed for more than 5 minutes staring into the inside of the cupboard WTF.
Then after that it occurred to me that there could be spirits in the house because nobody has stayed in there for some time!!!
It occurred to me because my family are staunch Taoists and also staunch believers in the existence of ghosts / spirits fml.
My mother is always feeling weird things around her when she stays in new environments.
My parents used to stay in a rented house in Damansara Utama with another couple a long time ago (when I was still a toddler and living in Penang with grandparents)
The other couple stayed in the master bedroom and every night they would have crazy fights and the wife would be suicidal and try to slit her wrists and bang her head against the wall WTF.
After the couple moved out, my parents moved into the master bedroom and in the room my mother would see shadows moving above her!
∑(O_O；)Shock！！
I think they moved out soon after that too.
Then Fat Her used to work in Singapore and he stayed in this apartment in Woodlands. His room window faced a T junction which according to feng shui rules is bloody suay.
And he couldn’t get to sleep every night he stayed in that room. This is nearly impossible because if I take 1 minute to fall asleep, Fat Her takes ten seconds every single time I swear to god wtf.
So when my mother came over she tried sleeping in that room. She slept with her head at the window and her feet away from it. And when she was falling asleep, she felt something hit her head with huge force from behind! As though it was coming from the window.
∑(O_O；)Shock！！
Anyway my family has a whole archive of these kind of stories and listening to all of them and more growing up have made me a believer fo sho.
I didn’t know if what I was feeling in the new room was anything like that but I thought it couldn’t hurt so I put my hands in a praying position and shook them about and said “eh hello don’t disturb me ok” wtf
And actually after an hour or so I realized I didn’t feel grumpy anymore.
So maybe me and Ghostie are buddies now ^^ wtf
But I had quite weird dreams that night. I don’t remember all of them but I do remember dreaming about a very festive and colorful scene where everyone was having fun, like a carnival or party or something. But then suddenly a black paint or ink splat appeared over the scene and everything stopped and went quiet.
I think I was half asleep and I remember thinking in my dream that I was dreaming and that it was a weird dream O_O
Don’t know if it was related of my subconscious scaring myself.
I’ve never experienced anything like this though and I’ve never thought of myself as a sensitive or intuitive person. My mother often felt strange when we went to new places but I never felt anything like that and I sincerely thanked god that this was the case wtf.
So I’m not sure what that feeling was about.
Whatever it is as soon as I got back from work today my mother made me put joss sticks in front of the altar WTF and told me the next time I feel funny I am to take out my “ang kong hu” (talisman) and whip it around then place it on my chest while I sleep WTF.
(not sure if I should laugh or sigh)
Fuck la I just wasted 10 bucks on the stupidest pair of shorts in the world :((((((
I just got back from Singapore this evening and before that I was in Far East Plaza with Wombeh and I saw this damn nice pair of shorts which were only going for $10!!
The sales assistant told me no trying allowed and I was totally fine with it because I hate trying on clothes anyway so I bought it.
The shorts quite nice wan! Like faded denim with vintage-y looking lace on the back pocket and zippers down the sides.
So I faster bought it.
Then I came home and tried it on.
And realized that the zippers are just zipper tracks WTF.
No zip WTF.
I show you what I mean.
The front.
Quite normal except I just realized that one short leg is longer than the other WTF FTS la!!!!
Lace also looks quite nice right.
But wait for the finale ok wtf.
Look at this!!!!
Tell me this does not scream hoe bag.
Why would anyone want splits down the sides of their shorts!!!!
And why would anyone even buy these kind of shorts!!! (besides me T_________T)
No way out some more!
Want to add my own zipper also cannot. At the bottom of the zipper tracks already there is stitching to I dunno keep the edges together (ie totally useless)
Want to add safety pins to seal up the splits (like Suet suggested) also cannot because the hems are different lengths T_____T
And worst when I sat down in the shorts I heard a snapping sound -____- The thread stitching it together broke a bit so the gap is bigger wtf but it’s still sewn up T________T
This will teach me to buy things in ten seconds T_________T
But not to give up 10 dollar things because I am Chinese like that nyehehe wtf.
update: a lot of people told me to fix on a real zip. but right it’ll be too tight lor if I really zip it up! but then one of my readers said i can sew on extra cloth to the zipper so smart!! <3
I got new glasses!
Mehlin took one look at me and said “thank god you got rid of your red glasses.” And Yvonne came running over to verify -_-
Actually my old glasses were really horrific.
I tell no lies. wtf.
I swear I already tried to make this picture nicer!!
But since all I know how to do is lighten and change contrast, in vain attempt to beautify the picture I ended up just putting the music note and three bunnies at the side.
It’s a lost cause anyway just look at my face. And I was doing the infamous Ain dance and there is no way anyone can look good doing the Ain dance (not even me WTF)
I tried looking for other pictures of myself with my old glasses and couldn’t find any!
Maybe because whenever I was wearing the glasses and someone approached with a camera I inadvertently did…
This wtf.
Wanted to take picture with my back to the camera WTF but people drew the line.
Anyway my glasses were really bad. I’m not someone who looks good in ANY glasses. But mine nearly look like goggles lor.
|･ω･｀) *hides behind wall
The first time I wore them out (to work) everybody started calling me “Teacher” T__________T
Or Ah Poh.
Or Liang Popo WTF. Or things along those lines la wtf.
The only person who said my glasses were nice was my mother (probably blinded – pun not intended – by her love for me wtf)
The frames were actually quite cheap and very light. But the main reason why I bought them was because I had a fit of insanity and thought since I’m only going to wear them at home where nobody can see I might as well get the weirdest pair I can find (ie. oversized, bright red and see through plastic fml)
But how could I anticipate my eye allergy -_- Or that days in an aircon environment would make my eyes dry. So I started wearing glasses for at least 1-2 days a week just to let my eyes rest.
I wore them for two years (which is a really long time to look like Liang Popo)..
and then recently I got a new pair! (also because my prescription went up HAIH that is a story for another day la harh)
Hello normality!
I open my eyes and it’s already 2.30pm! The sun is streaming through the window and the air conditioner is whirring but it’s warm. My aircon is like a lot of people I know — noisy but ineffective. So is my comforter. It’s colorful and cheap. And synthetic so when it’s hot it’s warm and when it’s cold it lets all the air in. I snuggle down and try to go back to sleep anyway because nobody has shouted up the stairs at me yet.
I don’t brush my teeth because I can. I schlep down the stairs and see my mother watching Wah Lai Toi. She asks me if I want Indomie for breakfast/lunch/tea. Yes! I love Indomie and I hate that not many mamaks serve it.
I go back upstairs to sit in front of my computer. I talk to Suet on MSN for an hour. Then I open a blank Word document and start doing some translation work that I agreed to help someone with. I feel like I’m back in school (!!) reading Japanese novelettes so I can present what I know to the teacher. It’s hard at first and I take awfully long but after a while I get better and quicker at it. Before I know it, it’s late and Fat Her yells up at me that it’s time for dinner.
We go somewhere nearby for quiet Japanese food. When we pay, the cashier hands me a free pack of green tea ice cream. She thinks I’m twelve years old or something, because nobody else got one. I am special! And this looking half my age thing will definitely come in handy when I’m 40.
Then my friends call and we Old Town Kopitiam hop. We go to three outlets that night and to avoid diabetes and save money, we all order air suam. The staff are not very happy with our table but that is okay — we sit there rerunning old jokes and talking about nothing and everything and have a great time.
Then I go home, go online, and go to bed.
Today felt exactly like one of those anonymous days of summer vacation when you’re back home for the year and have little or no responsibilities and nowhere to rush to except maybe yamcha. And it has been a long time since I’ve had one of those days. 🙂 🙂 🙂
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
八(＾□＾*)タノム !! wtf
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