HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, MALAYSIA!
i spent my eve coughing out bloody phelgms. how interesting isn’t it? i bled for my country on it’s 51st bday. haha. i was up till 7.30am earlier and was woken up at 11am by non-stop text msges. WHY, cant people just text me at normal hours? like, 8pm? LOL. i’m nocturnal, especially on weekends.
i was just leaving my tv on when i heard some interesting conversation on it. it caught my attention and i thought the cinematography was excellent. i loved the treatment they gave to the film and so i watched. the movie had an international feel to it and despite being a local malay film about the first people who settled on FELDA. an hour later, i saw a familiar face but couldn’t quite recall his name. MAXINE, if you’re reading this, it was JERICHO ROSALES! omfg. i could almost cum in my panties when i saw his name. i immediately went looking for both ronnie (click on the link if you wanna see how similar ronnie and jericho are) and maxine. lol. anyway, very good malay film. go check out BILUT if you can. two thumbs up from someone who isn’t very much into local film.
and since i was on skype with the sAkkers, amy shared a video with me. and she’s thousands of kilometres away and have only heard of malaysia through us, the malaysian FC-ers, gave me this link. malaysian artistes for unity – here in my home. you can download all sorts of versions here btw. i’m so in love with the FC-ers. plenty of them are interested in coming over thanks to all the talk on how great the people are, how sedap the food are, the things to do and so on. we’ll be expecting an influx of them this october onwards. hooray! see, we make you proud, malaysia. we promoted you through FC.










enjoy yourself with the polaroid shots taken at random events. hmm… there’s another interesting local film on tv, flower in the pocket. see ya!

omg, i havent been posting photos here for so long, i think i almost forgot how to! HAHA. iskii is waiting for me downstairs so i gotta run. for now, let the photos do the talking!

us, for a free flow at maison & then head on to space.

and more…
brb. like seriously. the cold and cough is killing me. i cant help but cough and sneeze my lungs (and probably chest) out.

i have been having a whole concoction of events happening to me. some emotionally driven, some well, physically. not like that made any sense. and i actually experienced something paranormal a couple of nights ago but i’d rather keep about that to myself.
on my weekdays & saturdays (mind you), i’m most likely at work until late at night. and i spend my weekends drinking till my mascara smears, and my feet aches. i suppose the massive drinking (which actually start from thursdays and all the way to saturdays) is like a payback time. a time for me to unwind but i just realise, i never have time for myself. i have no ‘ME time’. and i miss having my ‘ME times’. it really gets me questioning on my priorities. and what i want in life. this doesn’t exactly sound like the life i’d like to live for a long time to come. but i need the moolahs. no work, no moolahs. no moolahs, no shopping. my motto is now to cut down on my food (which i spend almost half my paycheque on) and concentrate on my shopping. i need to indulge in life’s luxuries. i need to pamper myself for working so hard. it may not look like i’m doing my best to others (i dunno, im assuming?) but i am. but after a while, it all comes down to this dreaded question; is it worth it?
am i in the right job? the right field? doing the right thing? beats me. i know im having a blast right now, albeit it would be more fun without the dramas that surrounds me. yes, i sleep very little. and i don’t have time for me. and my boyfriend. my concubines and my bitches (AH HA!). my friends. my pets. family. and MYSELF! but i guess you work for it now, and enjoy every bit of it much later in life. i guess when you step into the working world, these are the sacrifices you make. you give up your time (and some say soul) to search for the dollars to meet your materialistic & essential needs. it sucks. i wish i was back in school. i hate growing up, because i grew up a little too fast. too early. i’m only in my (almost) mid twenties and i’m already tired of adulthood. i’ve got a long way more to go and it just irks me knowing i’m already tired right at the beginning.
i’ve never quit in most of the things i do. i fight for it, as long as i believe and know it’s the right thing to do. but right now, i just want time to catch up with myself. and whatever i’ve been missing while i was busy ‘growing up’. and hell yeah, i’ve pretty much found a new ‘life’ now and i kinda like it. but the people who knew me from back then might find this bizarre at the sudden change in me. well, baby, that’s because i’m gonna stop TRYING to be an adult because i’ve done that prematurely. now just let me enjoy my youth, and whatever that’s left of it because you can never grow young ever again, just older. *cheers to life & our youth*
p/s: i’m really going to miss my parents and their naggings and constant care for a whole one week starting from now. they’ll be leaving for singapore -> istanbul -> bosnia -> ? -> singapore -> kl. have a safe trip and do miss us too (including the new six baby gerbils born exactly a week ago).

i must say, this year’s birthday has got to be one of the weirdlier ones albeit it was fun and interesting. my first time ever not throwing a party (clubbing and drinking does not count as one, does it?). i celebrated in a club for the first time, sharing the limelight with heikal and neal. we drank, we hugged, we kissed, we spat (or rather, i got spat on by drunkards), we slept on the couch together and we shared a great moment together. these are people that i didn’t know of a few months back, and here we are, celebrating each other’s birthdays/farewells and spending a great time together. thank you for the wonderful night yesterday, dear fellow fc-ers. it was the first time i didn’t throw myself a party of my own. lol!
yesterday started out pretty bad, i’d say. received a text msg from my superior asking me where was i at 10.20am. i was suppose to be at work at 9am! i rushed out to office and found my car’s emblem got stolen. “FINE!” i thought to myself. i drove out of the carpark and some idiot threw something from above and hit my car. i was raving mad by then. i stopped my car to check but there was no dent so i continued. reached a traffic light and some idiot jam braked and i almost rammed into it. “FCKING HELL!” my mind screamed. went to work and was there till almost 8pm, i think. i’m freaking late for my ownnnn parttttyyy (or rather, the fc drinking thingamajig). my bii had to wait for me for half an hour before im ready. grabbed mcdees and i was an hour and a half late. haha. anyway, yesterday was awesome, though i must say… “SPACE SUCKS!”. i don’t think i’m ever going back. the music was just not wiggle-able.
and i thank everyone for all the phonecalls, display photos (OMFG, check my facebook wall! people are using a “happy birthday becky” dp, specially made for me by WORMS), support fights, text msges, wall msges, etc. you guys rock! if only i have photoshop now, i’d flood t-m.net with photos!!!
last but not least…

HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY BECKY!!! YOU’RE FREAKING OLD NOW!!!