i want 475!!!
Great. Just great.
I ran out of Pantone 475-T. ARgh…..
Fucking hell.
*YaY* Facial Colouring
1:06 pm
Yay. I think being at home on a Sunday has its perks… Daddy took me to a warehouse sale for 30 mins and i got some make-up… moRE make up hurrah! *throws hands up in glee*
I gather make-up is like art. I get to colour coordinate, blend, shade… except its on my face. And what more would i love, than to primp and potter about my face.
Yes. I’m as vain as hell and there’s nothing you can do about it *smirk*
My sleeping schedule is all wonky.
Which i expected at this time of the the term. I sleep when i’m sleepy. Do work when i’m not. I woke up from a short nap at 4 am cos of a phonecall from my darling Ben. Watched an episode of Sex And The City (which i’ve prollie watched 5 times this year) while eating half a peach in syrup. The next paragraph are stolen lines from my online conversation with Liz.
M’sia’s on sale now. Absolute sin, i tell you. I eat at home more now cos i spent all my money on clothes… and i can’t eat my clothes now, can i?.. Though it feeds my soul. What iS it with girls and fashion?… it’s like we can’t get enough.
Ever.
I just lose all sanity when i see something fabulous. All reason goes out the window, and at the end of the day… i find myself sitting on my bed hugging it… and see the receipt on the floor and think ‘what just happened…’ It’s like being possesed.
I saw this fucking fab 50’s skirt in a boutique selling for rm 239. I almost lost it when i saw a *50% off* sign on the same rack…. but you KNOW WHAT. The discount was only for half the rack, BOOHOO!!! There is only one. And it’s still there. I know. Cos i visit it. Or peep in at it when i’m too malu to walk in and look at the same thing yet again.
And because i’m feeling all happy on this early Sunday morn… i’ll put up happy family trip pics in Spore.
On the train to Spore. We made alot of noise urk*
Walking along the rumbling corriders…
“Another corruption of the world” - Daddy referring to the Spore shopping centre. I balked in protest.
Being tourisy and taking pics at the sidewalk.
One of my favourite pics. Isn’t Daddy so handsome. 
I just realised i haven’t even put up my other Sabah pics yet :p nvmind spore first… Back to work!
Everyone’s partying and i’m…
hibernating. 
I totally collapsed after class today cos of ABSOLUTE LACK of sleep the last two nights.
I bathed, put on Strauss and snuggled into bed and hibernated.
During my slumber, people were calling to say
“Hey are you going tonight? Walau… what you doing wei! Sleeping ar?!”
“Go la, go la, go la”
“Eh you not going ar? I’m out of pills la… D’you know who i can get from?”
“Who are you going with? Can i go with you?”
I should have switched off my hp. 
After reviewing my workload and deadlines and how much i have to do each day in order not to fail. ConfirmED i cannot go… I’d rather (obviously) skip this and finish up my monstrous load of work.
Of course, there was that strangling feeling of leftoutness and iwannagoness i felt when the phonecalls were coming in…
PaH! Just you wait till i have hols in two weeks… i’ll be partying half the week heh.
I had a talk with myself today
I’m all TENSE
Why.
Because i’m not out partying and drinking.
Since i’m already dubbed an alcoholic by so many… does this feeling then make me a partyholic? A clubbaholic? The skin on my chest feels tight and i’m all hyper. This is my prime time of liveliness… Yet again, i’m at home doing my final projects. I feel all weird not out at this time. Futhermore, i didn’t go out last weekend as well due to homework (again) and my slut’s birthday (acceptable reason). And i’m not going for the Genting rave tomorrow. Yes, you can wipe that look off your face. About 10 people asked me on Monday whether i was gonna go. By Wednesday i had decided not to… I reckon i should stay at home and do my *gasp* work.
What is HAPPENING TO ME?!
*conversation in my head*
oh c’mon. It’s just clubbing.
No! it’s a ritual to go! it’s so fun… *can’t breathe*
allah… won’t die la don’t go. work is more important
yea true… but perhaps… a few hours won’t make a difference to my work
then you’ll regret later like fuck
i know right… what the hell man
yes exactly. so just shut up and do your work.
….
Mary just called me. And said that she might go tomorrow for a few hours. I’m rethinking everything.
nO! fucking hell stay at home and do work sial!
But… it’s only for a few hours… isn’t it the same as yam chaing for awhile..
you’re gonna regret it i tell you
see how la tomorrow…
i KNEW you’d have no self-control…
i *said* see how okAY!
whatever la. stop blogging and do your work. Just making your time limit less
erm. ya.
My dog Steven. Posing with my lacey heel.
: : Edit : :
Aishah read my post above and just msn-ed me:
I’d rather you go out.. than talk to yourself for a few hours…
Me: lol idiot.
*My Little Adventure*
Today i was pottering about in my garden taking photos to use for a project. I got some mediocre ones such as these…
And thEN! oh MY! i started noticing the many insects saying hello to me…
Now i love Daddy’s camera even more… 
*In College Today*
I find my Thursdays very slow and boring. So i brought along my cam today hurrah! Fizah and i had to layan each other cos Aishah (ms president of graduation batch) had to head the meetings. Seeing that i’m such an uncooperative bitch this term, i’ve been asked to emcee the ball with Robin. So i don’t have much to do… for now.
And since Fizah was my beeatch today. I focused my attention and lens on her most of the time.
We went to study for a dang test we were going to have at 7pm. She kept on distracting me by yakking about something or other. And even though i was *trying* my best to ignore her, she’s damn good at diverting my attention :p
I told her that. She replied,
“Allah, i don’t drink wut.”
I kept quiet.
Beauty Is In the Eye of … Me.
I can’t help it if i like *my* eyes best. *narcissist*
At one stage in my photo-enthusiastic life, I decided that eyes were the most interesting thing to take with my hpcamera. And went ballistic. These are only a few
Monica with make up. Simple girl.
Robin in class. Intelligent and going places someday.
My slut trying to look big-eyed and innocent. *vomits blood*
Ando in class. I said i wanted a pic of his eye. He happily stretched it open for me.
Urm. i forgot who this is.
My blue eye and red hair, 2003.
My darling Steven. Love him so much.
Melanie. Complicated girl. i shall not say more.
Afzan’s cat. Active and does not like to be photographed. Hence. Blur.
Aishah. My beeatch in college. Kick ass typo + cat + coffee enthusiast.
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