My Unscripted Life

I damn malas want to captions. Yana, Me, B and Elly in the car on the way to The Loft.

I have to admit, that even while we were waiting for Elly in from of our apartment, I had second thoughts of the whole thing. I knew what The Loft, and the clubs next nearby are all about. I don’t really have anything agaisnt people who go clubbing. I just feel like such a klutz next to all those people. Anyway, they had a hairstylist there to do up our hair for free. I’ve always wondered what I’d look like with straight hair, so I went for it.

Eddy says I look hot! But I still prefer my natural hair

I didn’t manage to get anything else done. My heels were killing me, so I got lazy queuing up. B got her nails done, Elly did her hair, and Yana did both her hair and nails.

We were starving by then, and had the buffet. Oysters, pasta, spring rolls and potato salad at RM10 each. I made the stupid mistake of ordering another drink. Extra RM10 there. It was while we were eating that we heard it.

“For those of you who missed the Pussy Cat Dolls today at Sunway Lagoon, do not be sad as they will be here to make an appearance at 12.30! So, hang around, and be merry.”

Elly was really psyched for it. But it was 10.30pm, and the place was starting to get crowded. B and me decided it wasn’t really our thing to hang around, so we went to the Sheraton nearby, and chilled in the….toilet. Hey, it was a nice toilet! I was gabbing away about nothing in particular, when I spotted someone familiar behind me. Hmm…wasn’t she that woman in that drama I saw recently, “Mama Rock”? B whispered “Her name is Jasmine Hamid” Too bad we were in the toilet. Bad photo op.

We then went to Buharry, a really quaint Mamak restaurant next door to The Loft, and had limau suam.

I saw Pop Shuvit for the first time, although I didn’t have the guts to ask for a photo. We were just finishing our lime juice, when Debbie Chan came walking by. She and B knew each other from school. A journalist on The Star, it was fun talking to her.

It was a long night. But I’m glad that I didn’t spend the day moping at home on my birthday. Thanks to Elly, B and Yana for making it happen for me!

I damn malas want to captions. Yana, Me, B and Elly in the car on the way to The Loft.

I have to admit, that even while we were waiting for Elly in from of our apartment, I had second thoughts of the whole thing. I knew what The Loft, and the clubs next nearby are all about. I don’t really have anything agaisnt people who go clubbing. I just feel like such a klutz next to all those people. Anyway, they had a hairstylist there to do up our hair for free. I’ve always wondered what I’d look like with straight hair, so I went for it.

Eddy says I look hot! But I still prefer my natural hair

I didn’t manage to get anything else done. My heels were killing me, so I got lazy queuing up. B got her nails done, Elly did her hair, and Yana did both her hair and nails.

We were starving by then, and had the buffet. Oysters, pasta, spring rolls and potato salad at RM10 each. I made the stupid mistake of ordering another drink. Extra RM10 there. It was while we were eating that we heard it.

“For those of you who missed the Pussy Cat Dolls today at Sunway Lagoon, do not be sad as they will be here to make an appearance at 12.30! So, hang around, and be merry.”

Elly was really psyched for it. But it was 10.30pm, and the place was starting to get crowded. B and me decided it wasn’t really our thing to hang around, so we went to the Sheraton nearby, and chilled in the….toilet. Hey, it was a nice toilet! I was gabbing away about nothing in particular, when I spotted someone familiar behind me. Hmm…wasn’t she that woman in that drama I saw recently, “Mama Rock”? B whispered “Her name is Jasmine Hamid” Too bad we were in the toilet. Bad photo op.

We then went to Buharry, a really quaint Mamak restaurant next door to The Loft, and had limau suam.

I saw Pop Shuvit for the first time, although I didn’t have the guts to ask for a photo. We were just finishing our lime juice, when Debbie Chan came walking by. She and B knew each other from school. A journalist on The Star, it was fun talking to her.

It was a long night. But I’m glad that I didn’t spend the day moping at home on my birthday. Thanks to Elly, B and Yana for making it happen for me!

I turn 21 about this second. Happy Birthday to me…Yay! (sigh)

I turn 21 about this second. Happy Birthday to me…Yay! (sigh)

The fan spins towards me, and blows my warm skin with humid air. It is calming, and yet it stirs too many things in my mind. Of things I’d rather keep hidden and buried. How does one live when they know they are going to die anyway?

I miss my friends. I don’t know whether they miss me. I never hear from them unless I initiate it first. I didn’t even know that she was back from Ireland. And I never even heard a peep from her. I called Aravind. Nice to hear a friendly voice in hostile lands.

Not hearing from him made me realize just how alone I really am. How pathetically lonely I am. I wonder whether he feels the same. Probably not.

How does one lives when they know they are going to die anyway?

The fan spins towards me, and blows my warm skin with humid air. It is calming, and yet it stirs too many things in my mind. Of things I’d rather keep hidden and buried. How does one live when they know they are going to die anyway?

I miss my friends. I don’t know whether they miss me. I never hear from them unless I initiate it first. I didn’t even know that she was back from Ireland. And I never even heard a peep from her. I called Aravind. Nice to hear a friendly voice in hostile lands.

Not hearing from him made me realize just how alone I really am. How pathetically lonely I am. I wonder whether he feels the same. Probably not.

How does one lives when they know they are going to die anyway?

I have yet to lose hope in Malaysia!

I am at Butler’s seksyen 7, Shah Alam, surfing in internet heaven.

The catch : Free Wifi!!

It’s almost like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

This morning me and B just came back from our trip to Genting Highlands. It was the first time I saw Genting after more than 10 years. Whoever said Genting is no longer cold must be crazy. It was FREEZING cold, and the fog was as thick as ever.

First time I met Vishul and the ever famous Dixon. Great friends, make for a great time. That’s all I can say.

Happy 21st Birthday B!! I shall taste that same feeling soon…

I have yet to lose hope in Malaysia!

I am at Butler’s seksyen 7, Shah Alam, surfing in internet heaven.

The catch : Free Wifi!!

It’s almost like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

This morning me and B just came back from our trip to Genting Highlands. It was the first time I saw Genting after more than 10 years. Whoever said Genting is no longer cold must be crazy. It was FREEZING cold, and the fog was as thick as ever.

First time I met Vishul and the ever famous Dixon. Great friends, make for a great time. That’s all I can say.

Happy 21st Birthday B!! I shall taste that same feeling soon…

Finally back in campus. Never thought that I would miss it this much. But after the initial introduction to online registration, I remember why I should’nt! Everyone cramped into a small computer lab, rushing to use the dozen or so computers to register. This semester the university thought they were being very clever for automatically registrating some students, and letting the remaining students do the greasework. Guess where yours truly got grouped in?

So after wrestling for the computer, the system finally coughed and died on me. After a good half and hour waiting for technical support, they finally give in, and hand out forms for us to fill in manually. Thank God.

At some level, I am still pretty attached to the manual way of doing things. Paper, Pen and good old fingerwork.

Finally back in campus. Never thought that I would miss it this much. But after the initial introduction to online registration, I remember why I should’nt! Everyone cramped into a small computer lab, rushing to use the dozen or so computers to register. This semester the university thought they were being very clever for automatically registrating some students, and letting the remaining students do the greasework. Guess where yours truly got grouped in?

So after wrestling for the computer, the system finally coughed and died on me. After a good half and hour waiting for technical support, they finally give in, and hand out forms for us to fill in manually. Thank God.

At some level, I am still pretty attached to the manual way of doing things. Paper, Pen and good old fingerwork.