10 minutes through the class and I’ve already thought of the entry title.
Pilates is fucking tough even if it says Beginner Pilates on the schedule.

The warm up was enough to make you go nuts.
My mom was looking at me with accusation in her eyes.
I dragged her into it, she wanted to go yoga.
Simple, slow and steady yoga.

Tomorrow’s in another 7 minutes.
I’m nervous as hell.
Oops, my phone just beeped.
Happy Birthday Robyn.
Reminded by my phone.

I cannot believe I have to explain to the one guy I never thought I needed to explain to about the previous entry. So now I’m making it clear to those who doesn’t know me.

Janus is my bestfriend. He’s like my bitch who I bitch to about every other bitch whenever I’m super bitchy. He does the same most of the time too. We’re like brother and sister but of different colour and race. If you’ve seen us at it, it being bitching and fooling around, you’d know what I mean.

Janus is Jany and he’s one of my loves.

Just ate one and a half packet of maggi mee. Bahh.
Off to shower.

This is going to be a bitchy, whiny entry.
Click the X if you’d like to be spared.

I am fed up of being treated the way I am nowadays.
It’s not like it’s anything mean but I just don’t feel good.

At dance practise, I know we’re like behind schedule and all but I’ve been cracking my brain apart trying to work out a routine styled and suitable enough for all of us to dance to. It’d be really nice if anyone of you’d just show up at practise and learn those moves even if it’s not much. Oh and when you’re actually there at practise, PRACTISE.

The so-called crew I dreamed of having is dead.
Janus will most prolly NOT make it to all the practises and performances,
so what for include him. Cannot blame him, I know the mom’s strict as hell.

Jamie, well I honestly hope she reads this because I’m tired of her acting like she’s vip. The fuck with the calls I’ve made, short and online messages I’ve sent to her times and times again just to get ONE freaking answer confirming if she’s either IN or OUT or if she’s coming to practise or not. Most of the time the answer’s an unsure one too. Wasted my time on her.

Please don’t come telling me with a defensive tone of “I’ve got my own life too” cause
excuse miss, I made sure you know of the commitments you’d need to give when you agreed to join me.

Whatever.

Oh my dearest friend, I don’t know if it’s me or you but it seems to me that you have had some changes in your attitude.

I’m starting to get really moody after talking to you.
At first you wasn’t like that, but then now I can see the person they told me you were.
I love you man, but you need to correct yourself and not make the same mistake twice.
Friends are forever but you need to work yourself to keep them by your side.
Now I’m not the only person feeling this way, another one of us already was months ago.

It’s the way you act and talk.
Something about the way you carry yourself around us, changed.
No, we don’t like it and we’d prefer having the old person we know back, unless this is you. Then I’m speechless.

PMS-influenced post.
I suck, don’t I?

I got up at 12pm.
I have Maths at 2pm.
It’s 1.36pm and I’m sitting in front of the computer.

Why?

Because,
I don’t want to go Maths class alone. Amy went Indonesia.
I don’t feel like working the problems alone.
I’ve not been to class since day one of this month so I didn’t learn. (Amy faster come back.)
I don’t know what the heck is Matrics or whatever.

The teacher’s been dying to get a hold of me, to lecture me.
She threatened to call mom.

It’s not that I didn’t want to go, I just couldn’t get up.
Yes, what a pig. 2pm and I cannot get up on time.
My sleeping cycle’s messed up.

I’m not going to participate for the busker parade.
Really can’t find time especially for the rehearsal on Friday.
My thing in PJ starts at 10am and the people are leaving SGM at 1pm for Dataran Merdeka to rehearse. I don’t think three hours would be enough.
Albeit, I am disappointed but at least my mom is still in, so either way I’m still going to go this Saturday to join in the fun. Plus maybe being in the crowd wouldn’t be as exhausting as being the buskers.

Change of plans. I’m in. As a crowd instigator, wheeee.
Ke Xin called and passed the phone so that
the Person-In-Charge could have a word with me.
I’m in but I guess I’m like a reserve or something.

Uh I have a question.
Where is Dataran Merdeka?
I thought it was the one in KL, where RTW7 will be held,
but someone told me it’s in Shah Alam.
Different places, almost the same name, you see.

So who wants to go?

I’m having a sudden Friendster attack.
I’m adding those peeps I’ve never even bothered to look at.
Those people I’ve once know and talk to until they grew too immature for me to give a damn. Right, Michy got me hitting the real world again, I’m deleting the requests. Haha.

I’ve never thought my holidays was going to be this busy.
No, I can’t even complain a single day of boredom anymore.
Cause besides of tuition classes three days a week, I have dance classes two times a week and that doesn’t include my extra dance practises with the girls for prom yet.

I love the way I’m so busy with things that’s healthy and fun
which also doesn’t need me to spend money. Haha.
Better than shopping or hanging out at malls, you know.
Though I’d love one day with the girls.

Funny how broke I still am eventhough I don’t go out so often anymore.
Might be caused by the sudden online shopping I’ve been doing for months.
I’ve just recently pampered myself with a new set of French Manicure worth RM15.

Followed mom to SGM just now because she let my aunt successfully persuade her to join a makeup group for this thing SGM is doing this Saturday. I didn’t even care what it was because I’ve not step into that place for years. Not active like I used to so I don’t update myself with the latest happenings there.

Now upon walking up to the canteen (yes they have a canteen of their own. cool hor?)
we saw my aunt, Sharon.
Before I even open my mouth to greet her, she’s already telling me,

“Girl, join the *buskers. They’re short of people and they’ve open it to members than only restricting it to cultural groups members only.”

Now what in the blue hell are buskers? I asked myself.
Then she started pointing at those colourful thinggys laying on the floors in the canteen.
She started explaining buskers are

“You know those people in Brazil with their parades and costumes? That.”

So at this point, I’ve almost have a picture of what a busker is.

She then dragged me and mom to the bulletin board and show us chinese newspaper clippings and expects me to understand what it says. Thank gord there were big bolded fancy letters saying, www.malaysiabuskers.com.

Now I was hooked and was asking for more infos especially practise time since the KL International Buskers’ Malaysia Grand Parade is on this Saturday.
I don’t want to miss time from dance practises for prom
and Friday morning’s got something going on too.
Met Ke Xin there, she was working on one of the props.
She told me to go for the meeting tomorrow morning and decide from there if I want to participate or not after I told her my dilemma.
So we’ll see tomorrow if I’m in or not.

I really want to do something different and big like once in a while.
The last thing I did must have been the concert thing in Shah Alam years ago.
Actually Shirlyn invited me to join one of SGM’s performance for this year’s FESPIC opening but the thing was cancelled in the end, so the plan was gone.

Now this is up and it really sounds fucking fun according to the website. A freaking colourful, circus-like parade in the middle of the road. Now how many times do you get to see that in Malaysia? I think even if I’m not in the whole business, I’d go to the parade in KL to join in the fun with the family.

It’s funny how one minute mom and I were talking about our financial problem and the next minute we’re parking the car at the side of the road, walking into a boutique and trying out dresses.

I swear we must really be the weirdest duo earth.
I went looking for prom dresses and she went straight to one of the mannequin
and demanded for that particular dress in her size.
I feel in love with two dresses and she fell for three.
She paid half for one since the rest were wrong on her to me (i give her feedbacks) and I reserved both.
Didn’t take any picture to ask the girls which they think’d be better.
I wanna take both of them to that particular boutique. I’m sure they’ll like it.

Ooh. I met up with Alvin Low today.
He’s the first online friend I met up so soon after knowing him online for such a short period.
Usually it takes weeks or months of planning before meeting up.
Though this was not a hang out session but more like discuss about prom session.
He’s tall. Like knn, tall. He’s smooth too, real smooth.
Like Janus material. Haha.

Man, I stink. I’m off to shower.

Harry Potter and the Order Of The Phoenix.
The fifth movie is set to release next year, July 13, 2007.
Hopefully this one would be much better than the last.
Don’t get me started on it. Pffttttt.

I was surfing Mugglenet for the latest HP news and pictures and I came across this picture

Curse curse curse !
*jumps up and down*
Why why why !
*kicks the chairs*
Ouchhhhhhhhhh !
*punches cho’s face*

Never liked the character, was so happy when Harry liked Ginny instead of her in the end but I’m going to dislike Ginny as soon as I see the picture of her kissing Harry.

Jiorrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Jealous siallll.
Anyway here’s a 4 minute plus sneak peak by HBO.

Nowadays everything to me is so routined.
Monday - Tuition, Tuesday - Tuition, Wednesday - Dance class,
Thursday - Tuition, Friday - Dance class.
I can’t go out much since dad is back so I’ve missed two events held in Lagoon and hanging out with Amy last Sunday. Michy’s been asking when are we going dress shopping and it suck for me not being able to confirm a date. Sabrina was in the city but I didn’t call her because I’m pretty sure dad wouldn’t let me go meet her.

Tomorrow I’m tagging along with mom to check out my deceased uncle’s house.
Someone wants to rent it so mom’s deciding which stuffs need to be taken out.
It’s fully furnished since nobody really wanna move anything.
Mom told me I’m getting the air conditioner from his room to replace my long dieded one.
From the room he died in.
Yeah. How can I not get paranoid?
I’ve heard things during his funerals.
Events that happened after his death from my cousin sisters.
I know you people must think I’m dumb but fuck you okay.
I believe in these kind of stuffs although I don’t believe in god.

In case you guys didn’t know what happened, he commited suicide.
So can I be afraid now?
It’s all my head, I know.

Rock The World 7.

The questions are should I go or not? and will dad allow me to?
I know confirm it’ll be flooded with those Malays, I forgot what they’re labeled.
So it’ll be dangerous if I’m to go with my girls but I really wanna watch the bands perform.
Dad’ll definitely want me at home to do his sins but my brother can do it too,
so my help isn’t necessary.

Hmmmm. Anyone would like to go with me?

Finally everything’s in shape.
My dance routine’s halfway through and yeah
so what if we have two more weeks, we’ll manage.
Chai Yin reminded me about how dateless I am, but that’s not my problem.
Dress-less is. I do not have a single dress at home.
Not planning to pay hundreds for a piece of fabric I’m going to wear once only.
Don’t even think of me in heels, no way.
I need to go shopping both for the dress and the pants I’m going to wear
with Chai Yin for the performance.
Need moolahs and Michelle had better be back by then, heh.

After coming home for practise, I went out again with friends.
Right as soon as we reached our destination, it bloody rained like cats and dogs.
Was totally cool how a skin burning day turned into that, but hey, this is Malaysia.

Funny how I behaved today.
I actually volunteered to wash everyone’s dishes.
Usually I’ll push mine to my brother so that he’ll do it for me.
Now I’m going to do my tuition account work.

Whatever the title means, I don’t know.

Project L’Amour.

Think your name should be among next season’s fashion who’s who?
Here’s your chance!

Design a mobile phone accessory for the Nokia L’Amour Collection, a range synonymous with chic and glam.
Impress us and you’ll be invited to an exclusive workshop with Malaysia’s sought-after celebrity designer, Michael Ong. Turn the heads of our judges and we’ll pay to have your creation commercially produced!

You’ll even walk away with these prizes:

First prize:
RM 5,000 and a Nokia 7390

Second prize:
RM 3,000 and a Nokia 7373

Third prize:
RM 2,000 and a Nokia 7360

So don’t wait, grab your sketch pad and get started!
Download your entry forms here.
Entries must reach us before 5 December 2006.

Project Bazooka Nov’06 @ LaundryBar.

It’s because I’ve got nothing to blog about.
So why not interest you people with stuffs like these.
I can’t design but Nokia sent me one invite.
I can’t go Laundry but some of you can.
Sharing is caring, naw mean.

Later will be Xin’s first ever kindergarden annual concert.
Can’t wait to see her perform her Stupid Cupid dance.
Reminds me so much of my years in kiddygarden. Those were the times.

Poor girl, she fell down the day before yesterday.
I don’t know how to describe the way she look
but I’ll take picture of her later when she’s in her costume.
After the fall, her spirit awaiting the concert was totally lost.

It just sucks to see her looking so moody nowadays.
She’s usually bubbly, cheerful and loud.
Today’s the worst, she was having the typical temper of a hungry baby all day.

P.S : My brother introduced me to this dude called Dane Cook. He’s a comedian and he’s kind of funny to me. Here’s a video of him at NYC and this is one of the best part I like throughout the whole thing.