BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *bergoleks (rolls) on floor laughing my ass off* i think im a little too stressed. no wait, VERY VERY… but yet i do my work at such a slow rate. anyways, i was suppose to do my assignment but i got fed up and wondered how kii’shair (my future son, hopefully, and i think it’s like the coolest coolest macho macho macho name with MEANING, ok) will look like. it’s a private joke between me and iskii and so ive decided to buat lawak (basically means doing stupid stuffs). i dont have iskii’s colored photos but only the iskymoodwebcamspiccies he took for me and so i had to make do with it. below’s the result of me and iskii’s face, combined and also a few others whom ive decided to disturb.

bwahahahahahahahahaha. damn fcking scary man. sorry bii, but it does look scary.

sandy looks like the bunny from bambi here. haha.

hahahahahaha. tin kit, i love you, i really do but but … muahahahahahhahahahaa. thank god tin kit thinks he still looks hot here. imagine our kids! *cringes*

sorry gftuhan aka yeeng. but you do look like someone ive known somewhere before. familiar siuts. sandy thinks you look like mrs. doubtfire here. *gulps*

terence, i guess i can never be the mother to your child…

terence is so picky. he disliked all of them and told me to edit properly cos they all look so funny. i agree, terence, but then im so lazy to re-edit.
NOTICE HOW MY EYES AND LIPS LOOK DIFF IN EVERY PIX. i have weird features. *gulps* i hope you all arent offended. i can see how bad i am at photoshop. please dont seek revenge. i just wanted to see how our future ‘kids’ would look like. i guess, i cant marry any of you. *sighs* good luck next life, i guess. *pats herself on her back* on an even sadder note, i might be failing one of my film studies subject. chances are high and it’ll be my first time ever failing a subject. doing degree is so different from diploma. i was so used to getting all As and Bs and now in degree, i can only strive to pass.
and oh, abe checked on my maxis bill the other night and he told me ive only used rm35, which means i have a balance of rm40++ more to go till the 28th and so ive decided to play smart and call my long lost primary good friend, sherry, all the way in melbourne on my mobile. i thought it was only rm0.99/min and so we chatted for quite a while. turns out after i hung out, it was rm2.20/min for off peak hours. my heart dropped and i almost died. my dad is so going to kill me. anyway, i bugged ronnietheperempuan and abe the whole night about my bill since they’re working in maxis and all. abe sure had a great time laughing his ass off at my own stupidity because before this, we were talking about how i should spend my rm40++ credit and i suggested i should call overseas to make it finish quicker. the thing was, i was required to subscribe to some dumbass premium idd rates to be able to get the rm0.99/min and well, i misread everything and called melbourne. tah-dah. *hands herself dumbass of the century’s award*
anyway, ronnietheperempuan checked for me my bill today and he told me my australian call was charged at only rm19.80. holyyyysfucks. they did charge me rm0.99/min! i dunno how or why but i dun care. *sighs of relief* so yea, ive got about another rm20++ more to go before the 28th. who to call? who to call? who to call?! *looks at sherry* it was so nice speaking to you after ten years. i miss all you cpt-arians badly! and guess what? liverpool did a miracle once again! *wiggles booty* if you didnt watch the match, sorry baby, youve missed out alot! it was the bestest bestest bestest best match ive ever seen in years. anyway, i might be going to see my bii drifting in extreme park later. wanna come? nites!

hai. this is becky reporting. note that the earlier entry wasnt written by me but max. please check the name of authors before er, assuming, cos it can be pretty annoying especially for max. haha. she’s married btw, to burung besar berd, it seems. dont ask me for the story, ask them. oh yea, my digi cam’s gone. sighs. since my birthday’s coming in another less than three months time, could someone kindly donate one (that works, of course) to me? i guess not. *sighs* life feels so lonely without my cam. *broken hearted* i seriously seriously need a digi cam or else this blog will be nothing but just plain boring texts (since i dont have the ability to write fantastically). oh yea, ive been using joss stone’s pix as my msn avatar and a surprising amount of 15 people thought it was me. wtf wei. joss stone? becky? hello? o.O some say it’s the hair (you do realise im no longer blonde, rite?), the nose ring (jeepers, half of the world’s population has nose studs, does that make them look like joss stone too? hehe), some say the eyes (that, i dunno), and a majority of them say it’s the cheeks and the smiles (which i sorta agree because i tend to smile like a maniac at times and we both has the same face shape, round and chubby) but i still do not think i look like her. she’s hot, no? wait, let me show you a comparison piccie below.

see? i dont see any similarities here though. HAHAHAHA. i know the pix is frigging scary. thank me for being a good make up artist, ok. i was supposed to make up as a ghost for my narrative film and well, that’s the outcome. i know it isn’t clear cos since my digi cam died, i had to use my camera phone. very poltergeist cum exorcist eh? i dont know what did my camera phone do cause i swear i looked as timid as a ju-onn. lol. oh yea, ive got stories on my shooting. listen up, ok. firstly, on my way to poh’s place, i saw this police chasing this van so it was damn drama la. then five mins later, i saw an accident happen infront of me. the dude bled non-stop and he looked so so familiar. he seriously looks like an ex of mine and even though he ran and grabbed the towel to wrap his head, blood was still dripping onto his shirt and all. frigging gross but i didnt stay long enough to double confirm and see if it was my ex. besides, i dont wanna hog the roads. and then when we reached our location, this dude who has been my yahoo msgr buddy walked pass me but er, as usual, i just kept quiet. haha. im too lazy and shy to say hi cos we’ve not met. then okay, most dramatic of them all is when we were shooting the suicide scene. we poured fake flood on the ground and the cameramen were on the penthouse level. we made our talent lie on the ground and stuff. people from the surrounding thought it was a real suicide and everyone ran towards us ala baywatch style. it was so so frigging FUNNY. you should’ve seen the security guard’s face. *rolls on the floor laughing* seriously, it was hilarious shit, okay. anyway, below are some piccies before my cam died. *amen*











im frigging craving for cakes now. i actually went to the pasar malam to check out cakes under heavy thunderstorm but the stall wasnt open. then i went to ioi mall but the cakes didnt look fresh and then to endah parade but nothing looks good. i should’ve just gone straight to secret recipe but im kinda sick of their cakes. *sighs* you guys do know that i love cakes alot, rite? hehe. alrite, that’s all the update for now. im too lazy to blog anything else. what more, do my assignments. someone, please shoot me. dear iskii, good luck at work! *muacks*
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SHITS shits. haha. a chick came up to me yesterday, asking me if i was from sabah. i was kinda rude cos i have been waiting for my mom for quite long and replied, “no”. she was taken a back by my tone and she further explained that i looked like someone she used to know. her old friend. i just forced a smile and walked away. i dunno what’s with me ok. damn frigging attitude problem. then i recalled, fuck, i WAS in sabah for three years… but it was too late to go back to just tell her that and she so happen’s working as a part time at my mom’s work place so i told my mom to “interview” her the next day. today, my mom came home and said, “eh bodoh, that’s your friend ok. she knows all your friends from sabah somore”. sigh… *shy* what should i do now? *pouts* ive been trying to contact all of my sabah mates and this is how i had to react when i met one. the one i met in my college last year’s a frigging psycho, ok. she found out i had a car and got to know me and after that asked me to pick her mom up from klia and all. i couldnt make it cos i had something up and ever since then, she ignored me and ran away whenever she saw me. moron. but yea, this chick, more sane, i hope, what should i do? dilemma dilemma dilemma…
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I’m B-O-R-E-D beyond recognition. First things first, I do not have ANY interesting pics(i.e hot chics modelling) to post, so..sorry if this is gonna be one hell of a boring entry. 🙂
Recap-ping the last month. My *curses* finals ended on the 16th and I was off to Phuket on the 19th. Since my *curses again* uni decided to give a 2 month break for the very first time, I initially wanted to go to Australia to visit Sherry and the rest of my friends there, but then, decided not to spend so much and decided to go Phuket instead. It was my 2nd trip there, so I had a rough idea of the place and all, so I was not too worried about travelling alone.
It was a really mixed emotion trip for me, cause it was really sad to see the tsunami effected places. The ever-so-famous Patong Beach was quite back to normal, although there were still buildings still closed down and rubbish and rubble all still by the side of the road. My cousin’s fiancee and I drove right up north passing all the beaches that was effected and it was really eery looking at all the half-standing buildings and rubbish and loads of other stuff. I even saw the lake that according to my cousin, they found LOADS of bodies in it and even half-dead dolphins were pulled out from the lake. The amazing part is, the lake is quite far away from the sea. Amazing.
I even heard lots of ghost stories from my cousin’s usual taxi driver, Mat. It seems he received calls from tourists asking him to fetch them from hotels and etc. and when he actually arrived at the hotel, the hotel’s actually closed down cause of the tsunami.He even experienced fetching tourists to the airport, and upon arriving, he realised the tourists are not in the car. Loads more lah, rather not get into it. Anywho, it was a great holiday. Just spent it basically relaxing and watching loads and loads of dvds and shopping which I spent quite a bit. Sighs. Well, thats basically it about Phuket. I think I’ve put on weight cause of the trip cause I was basically pigging on food the whole time and thai food absolutely rocks, so yeah, I’ve got to lose some weight now.
Oh yeah, a couple of things I’ve realised about Thailand. Most of the vehicles do NOT have 3rd brake light. Damn dangerous wei. It’s like you have depend on their 2 back lights to see whether they’re actually breaking or not. Gawd. I was already driving around Phuket without my freaking driving license, I honestly didn’t wanna get into even more trouble banging into someone. And its not a must for a motorist to wear a helmet, so, most of the motorist are helmet-less and some of them are not even old enough to ride a bike, but still they’re riding around like nobodies business. But the interesting part is, with all that no 3rd brake lights and no helmet shit, the accident rate in Thailand is wayyyy less than the accident rate in Malaysia. Amazing eh?
I’ve got approx. 1 month more of holidays till my new semester. I really hope the time flies by cause seriously, I’m bored to death. Best friends are not in Penang and for me, no friends = boredom ..so if you people happened to be in Penang, CALL ME!!! *glares at Bernard*
So, if anyone wants anything from Penang, leave a message/sms/call me okay? Muaaaah.

i was having one of the worst weeks ever until something happened. something that i’ll only mention later. for now, let me ramble abit about my “depressive” week that ive brought onto myself. im a big procrastinator and it’s getting worst now. i dunno why. im getting lazier by the day. and then this week, it was my busiest week ever (not inclusive of my final week that’s to come in three weeks time). i was rushing like mad to meet deadlines and i almost broke down and weep like a child. yet, i had no one to turn to cos everyone seems to be busy with their own stuffs or they just dont care. not even a single word of comfort. all i needed were just words of comfort, to know that people care about me but nope, instead i got scolded and put down and that sorta add more emotional pain. i almost lost it. i almost lost my mind. i should stop going deeper into this because it might get sensitive. ive been working my ass of for weeks and getting only a couple of sleep daily and sometimes none at all. seriously, my work load’s so fcking heavy. im lucky i didnt accept any of the freelance copywriting jobs i was offered because i foresee this shit. i know i procrastinate alot but even if i didnt, the workload’s mad. think of it this way, next monday itself, i have a take home exam which i have absolutely no clue on what it’s talking about to hand in along with an individual report, and two journals. thurs, ive got 5 storyboards to hand in and more reports. it keeps building. im so sorry i have to keep fong fei kei-ing everyone because my workload’s just crazy. yea, i know most of you are pissed at me but it’s not like I DONT WANNA GO OUT. sheesh. anyway, since i kept ffk-ing desiree, i’ll be meeting her at the airport tomorrow to send her off. she’ll be working in UK and accompanying gab while he’s studying there. i was suppose to meet her months before but i kept postponing it and i told myself to make a point to meet her at least once before she flies off so yea, i’ll be getting up at 8am to get my ass to klia.
to make my week worst, i got my ass pinched in the lrt just now when i was walking out of the crowded lrt. i had enough of such fcking molesters. so instead of just ignoring it and avoiding it like how i usually do, i turned around and smacked the fuck out of the fcking bangla. ASSHOLE. YOU DON’T COME INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S COUNTRY TO MOLEST LADIES IN LRTS OKAY?!!! ok, so i didnt really smack the shit ouf of him but i did smack his hand hard and i sure got people looking at him. he turned around and pretended nothing happened but im sure he was embarassed. i wasnt happy so i shouted from outside of the lrt, “THE FUCKER GRABBED MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!” but the fcking lrt door closed right after that. i felt so uneasy because i could still feel his fat fingers pinching my ass. i told yeeng and my dad and they told me it was my fault because i was a) too tall (hence easier to grab. like wtf?!) and b) i wore inappropriate clothes.

but i wore that DRESS because of something AMAZING! yeeng invited me to the kl fashion week 2005. i was delighted and despite having so much work and no transport, i told myself this is a chance in a lifetime’s opportunity and so today, yeeng and i went… BY THE LRT!!!
… an hour late. yeaps. we were there at nine although we were suppose to be there before eight. no more fancy goody bags for us (damn, im a sucker for such stuffs), no more cocktails for us (shits, i miss my pina coladas badly!), no photosessions, but some leftovers from the slightly upper-class buffet. it was filled with escargots and swedish meetballs (yums yums). the pix above, was of course, something i wished really happened. where photographers took my pix and all. please, stop waking me up from this wonderful dream of mine, yea? *smiles coyly*
OMFG. mr. pussy just called me and asked me if i wanna do a threesome. *sighs* do i ALWAYS give people the wrong impression? *pouts* okay, back to the kl fashion week. i dont wanna spoil my mood further, k. well, so yea, as i was struggling with my sweedish meatball, this dude came over, grabbed a biscotti from our table and just introduced himself. all, in less than five mins since we first walked into the ballroom.
dude: hi, im loke.
*struggling with my swedish meatball still*
*looks at yeeng*
*dude waits*
dude: hi, im loke.
*feels bad and offers my hand to shake*
*forced a smile at him and looks away*
dude: hi, im loke (as he turns to look at yeeng)
*yeeng forces herself to stick her hand out to shake*
and after that, he just stood beside us and stared at us eating. we ignored him and we EVEN EXCHANGED FOOD in front of him. he then moves a few steps away and we thought he was gone but no, he stood behind us, still chewing on the biscotti and staring at us. i think it took him like ten mins to realise we’re not going to say anything else to him because yeeng didnt even tell him her name. sheesh. SEE DAD, no matter how fat you think i am, i still get people picking me up although sadly, it usually involves alot of freaky psychos or people who are definitely not my type. sighs, okay, i get your point. i’ll keep losing weight la, k? my dad keeps complaining that im too big. I AM TOO BIG. besar. ta. tai. tua. throw in whatever other dialects you know too please. SO WHAT?! i am happppy with myself although i have to admit, i did went home feeling abit guilty. *gulps* okay, gonna stop typing. pix speak louder than words, yes no? here you go.






more later k. im too sleepy. bernie chan was the emcee of the night and the event started with amber chia (best model of the night, seriously, though ive known people who dont like her but yea, she was seriously the best last night) modelling for sonny san. i love sonny san, beatrice looi (certain ones only) and edmundser’s creations. amazing. reminds me of my childhood dream, to someday be a fashion designer. *sighs* ive always wanted to do something in the fashion industry but well, something happened and now im with advertising. i like it but well, i love the fashion industry too, though i dont follow the latest trends and all. i guess all leos just love to wear what they feel is right and what they believe looks good. leos are born to be leaders, not followers, they say. lol. but of course, most of the time, im too lazy to dress up. im lazy lazy lazy and i just cant help it. i dont remember laziness being one of the traits of a leo, though. hiaks. and to those i mmsed the pix i took with my handphone that nite, TREASURE THOSE DAMN PIX OKAY!. alrite, gotta wake up around eight to get my lazy arse to the airport. feeling feverish and i think ive got food poisoning now. diarrhea, feeling nauteous and tummy’s churning big time. i am sick… yet again! sheesh. good night people. adios. jane. oyasumi (ala iskii’s style).
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holy cow. i woke up from my short nap feeling so uncomfortable. my… (forgive me for saying this word but it’s better than using pussy), vagina was aching. it has been aching for ages but this time, it was really painful and irritating. my bro thinks im just fcking horny and everyone elses will think it’s just my (forgive me again) vagina screaming out for more visitors (you get my drift). it was funny at first but now it isnt. it’s irritating the fuck out of me. i have to keep going to the washroom to “pee” and i can’t sit properly nor lie down. nothing i do feels comfortable. my (*does the cross sign ala catholics*) vagina feels “wrapped”. like there’s something stuck to it. no, my vibrator didnt get stucked there, im sure. anyway, it’s starting to get really painful now and the discomfort’s increasing. my mom suspects i have UTI (urinary tract infection). i didnt know wtf it was so i googled it.
“urinary tract infection”, so i type.
thousands of results appeared and so i started clicking them one by one. the usual causes and stuff but what i was more interested on the symptoms. here are the few (taken from emedicinehealth)…

Lower urinary tract infection (cystitis): The lining of the urethra and bladder becomes inflamed and irritated.
* Dysuria – Pain or burning during urination
* Frequency – More frequent urination (or waking up at night to urinate)
* Urgency – The sensation of not being able to hold urine
* Hesitancy – The sensation of not being able to urinate easily or completely (or feeling that you have to urinate but only a few drops of urine come out)
* Cloudy, bad smelling, or bloody urine
* Lower abdominal pain
* Mild fever (less than 101