Archive for May, 2006

Wednesday May 31, 2006


Fairy Birthday Nizzie!

I DAMN PEI already

Been at home for the past two days
The only time i went out was to walk my dog and buy lunch (which was fish head curry)

0_o

Me And My Fish Head Curry

I love fish head curry
I love fish curry
Not the chinese type mind you, but the indian one

Everytime i walk into a mamak, my eyes wander to the fish curry even though i know i won’t buy any cos i just ate

When i’m doing my work, i think about fish curry
The deliciously thick spicy gravy oozing all over the steaming rice, extra gravy please

I was craving fish curry all weekend
Dah lah, i had it thrice last week, twice in one day even

I intentionally ate alot of it before i changed my braces rubbers
Because of my love for fish curry, they always stain a putrid yellow, causing people to believe they’re the cause of smoking and drinking too much

Well it’s not

It’s the curry

I thought about curry again when i woke up today
Curry curry curry
So using it as some sort of incentive i got up and walked just to buy fish head curry

Thank God there was one more fish head left
I would have thrown a silent fit if there was none to behold

I don’t care if my braces turn yellow even though i just had them changed last week
Greed overturns vanity when it comes to me and my curry

I eat fish head curry everywhere
In backlane stalls (the yummiest and the cheapest!), at Nirwana’s in Bangsar, at Monsoon Masala at Hartamas, at Panndi’s (QueenKanch brought me)


Hooray for Malaysia and

fish curry at every point i turn!

All that. *points up* Was written yesterday
I write too much. I write alot of crap which never goes up on my blog.

Today is Wednesday and i’m eating fish curry again for lunch -_-

I SWEAR i was going to buy something else
, like fried chicken, i felt like having fried chicken today
But then the robust Indian auntie automatically asked me, “Mau kari ikan yeah?” and before i could stop myself, my hand stretched out to pass her the styrofoam box where she ladled heaps and heaps of glorious gravy and a nice big piece of fish

0_o



KinkyPugKevin:
Your gravy DAMN BANJIR la…
not nice! not nice!
kenot! kenot!
TOO MUCH GRAVY LIKE LITTLE KID!!!
Me:
Like little kid? I AM A LITTLE KID BWAHAHAHA!!!

On a non-curry note, i tried this weird looking sweet at Paandi’s
They looked like tiny white pebbles and the people there are so SuperNiceCanDie that the lady at the counter gave me a handful to try (for free! Who the heck gives out things for free nowadays?!)

They were little spices covered with mint
QueenKanch knows what it is and refused to eat any
I, on the other hand, have no qualms about trying strange food and popped the lot into my mouth

When the mint shells melted away…

We both agreed that i fancy Indian food more then she does.

 

Monday May 29, 2006

Exactly a year ago, i layan-ed silly blog batons
And called LaughingLoga because i forgot something really silly
*click*

Thanks To DreamerCyn

I’m drinking Milo now -_-
Read about you drinking Milo the other day and couldn’t stop thinking
“Hey yeah… been a looong time since i had hot Milo…”
Except i have Digestive biscuits to dip into them too
Aha!

So weird
When i was off to bed early this morning, there was tune playing over and over again in my head as i was half asleep
They were a series of blurps and a cutesy lilting melody
It woke me up abit cos i was wondering
What the fuck is that… so annoying… what song is that…

And you know what it was…

The melody from the roulette machine at the casino in Genting

0_o

I swear these things are rigged to subconsiously make you gamble more


KinkyBlueBen

Yeah that’s the name of this post
You’ll see why later
>_<

QueenKanch and i headed up to Genting at 5pm
Said we were gonna leave at 3pm but…

We checked into the room to rest
Well… *i* rested

I woke up, changed my top while sitting on the bed and went, “Yay. I’m ready.”
She rolled her eyes at me

I don’t know why i was being so ganas on Saturday
People were just being really stupid left right and centre, pissing me off even more

First of all, i hate Genting
I hate crowds
I hate people who walk slow in crowds
I hate the idea of people who like to go up there just to drink Coffeebean in the cold -_-

I went for dinner at the Kenny Rogers @ First World with QueenKanch
Already they took pretty long getting our orders, then i had to ask three waitresses to get some extra gravy
Obviously i kept a sweet face cos i didn’t want no spit in my bowl of gravy
No way, nuh-uh

I was in a bit of a rush
I didn’t know when the Chivas party would suddenly start being happening and i didn’t want to miss taking pictures
I asked for the bill so many times
Only a third of the tables were taken up by customers
There were 6-7 waiters
And NOBODY would look at me waving madly for the bill
EVEN after i managed to ask for the bill twice, it still didn’t come

Double yoo tee eff


“What the fuck’s wrong with this place. Waitresses here are a bit stupid ey. Don’t know how to look over customers…”
i grumbled
“Haih, waitress wut,” consoled QueenKanch
“Eh. There’s nothing wrong with being a waitress. I was a waitress before and at least i was a bloody good waitress!”
“I’m sure you were,” she soothed

After my patience ran out, i stood up
There was going to be war, cannot tahan already

I stalked up to the counter
The two waiters looked up at me in anticipation
They probably knew i was going to get the bill
I noticed the man standing in front of me paying for his meal there as well
BUT THEN i spied the cheque books they use to get the bill

“I’m sorry,” i said calmly with a hint of sarcasm, “But am i supposed to get the bill here myself or were you going to send it to me?”
Before they could interject i continued, “Because i’ve been trying to get the bill for the past ten minutes and asked two people already.”

If the restaurant is busy i can understand.
But it wasn’t!
Damn service.

My face was just blank.
And everyone knows my blank face is an angry-looking face.

“Jangan lah marah…” the waiter next to me muttered softly
Jangan marah? Jangan marah?! I’m not even marah-ing yet okay!!!!

I could feel my nose flaring as i chose to ignore the comment, just pay and fuck off
The second waiter stated my total as i whipped the notes out
Then out of nowhere he said i look like Marion

-_-’

Already so many people mistake me for her when i walk around with Smellie sometimes
Or at an event they ask to take pics with me thinking i’m her

But when i’m alone?!
That’s a first  0_o

I gave him a weak smile and hurried off
Okay la, at least he managed to surpress my anger abit
Cos MareDiva is hawt and being mistaken for her cannot be a bad thing then

PassedOutBen had reserved this awesome table for us all at the event
The tables were all long, but he got a nice corner in the front on the side
Out of crowd’s way and near enough for AhHoong they all to walk to us from their work stations

Then out of nowhere, this group of chinese dudes and girls chuck their alco, ice and coke on our table
With all our stuff on on it
At first, there wasn’t much space for them to stand (obviously! There’s space for us only la!)  but bit by bit, they managed to take over the corner and gradually pushed our stuff to the middle when we went off to the bathroom

What the hell?!
Damn RUDE RIGHT

Already on my way back from the bathroom, i got dissed cos of some girl
I thought it was GanasCallie behind me but it was some random chick POKING HER FINGER into my side to make me walk faster

Damn irritating

I turned around cos i didn’t think Callie is so annoying as to do that
And saw it wasn’t, just as i thought
I gave the girl my straight face
She smiled back at me
What?
You think i LIKE your finger poking into my back to make me move faster when i can’t cos there are people in front of me, you blumbering idiot!?

It wasn’t the poking kind which was like *poke* *poke* *poke*
No
It was the kind where she used her finger to push me
Like *pooooooooooke*

So irritating
Who the hell pokes people like that?
I don’t even poke my friends, probably i won’t *have* any if i did
And there you are poking a stranger
ISH

I ignored her smile and she stopped poking me
Stupid

By the time i got back to the table and saw strangers taking over our nice lil spot
I was losing it
GanasCallie was also mengamuking, “Wtf wei. Our own friends can’t even stand at the table. All standing over there.”
POB was being nice and didn’t want any confrontation as usual

In the end i thought,
What the hell. They’re probably not going to go away but i’m going to at least tell them i think they’re extremely rude.

So i stood next to one of the guys, puffed myself up as best as i could cos he was very tall, and it isn’t very impressive to tell someone off when they’re taller then you (i hate that)
And loudly (cos the music was so loud mar) and haughtily said, “I think it’s very rude that your friends and you come here, put your drinks here and take over our place without asking us.”

Everyone stared at me blankly for a few seconds.
One of the girls broke the silence by asking the guy i spoke to in Chinese, “Meh ar?”

Die
Cannot even understand what i’m saying   

I slit my eyes and walked away in what i hoped was a huff

Seriously no manners!

I cannot tahan!!!

In the end one of the guys told PassedOutBen that they’d go away when they finish their bottle
Huh

Anyway, since i had my camera with me, obviously i obliged the friends who made me take pictures of them

QueenKanch and i were talking about stuff at first
Then POB kept on butting in going, “No talking! No talking! This is not high so okay! Don’t need to mingle! Just drink and layan!!”
“…. Eh Ben. You tipsy already ar?”
“No!”

AhHoong = DozyDidjital because his DJ name is Didjital (duh) and he always looks sleepy to me
If i were to put him as a cartoon character, i would picture him as one of those Seven Dwarfs, mainly Sleepy

SleepyDidjital doesn’t sound nice
So DozyDidjital la

Damn fussy some people
Take picture for them once isn’t enough
Must take somemore until they both look like supermodels
>_<

Okay i know all the pics are quite ugly alright
Just that i can’t put up event pics ever since i started taking pictures for mags…
So just the personal ones or the damncannotmakeit ones go up :p

After that i went outside cos POB was supposed to meet someone there

Some people think it’s so goddamn funny to pop in front of the camera while i’m taking pictures
-_-
This happens alot
Usually i just look at them boredly till they walk away sheepishly

Well, POB’s friend couldn’t get in cos it was too crowded inside already
Good la, at least Chivas had crowd control
But, there were some really jackoon people making a fuss outside
There were police outside to make sure everything was okay

But obviously jackoon people will stay jackoon and they caused such a big fuss (shouting, breaking things) till the police were afraid there was going to be a riot

I just watched the scenario in front of me with the tune “I Predict A Riot” from the Kaiser Chiefs playing happily in my head
*click*

Yeah
FINALLY a picture of me for the night
-_-
One picture
Of me
One

*sobs*

Well at least i exalt in cuteness over POB who happens to look really retarded there
*mwahaha*

The rave ended after that
Yeah
I blogged about that part already

We had to wait around for AhHoong to pack up

QueenKanch would never sit on the floor like a pei kar
Never!
So i had a nice view of her ass


POB pointing out Queen’s ass

Eh i just noticed, why is the back of your leopard thingie so dirty?
Eeyer….

Fat?
Where got fat
Fat meh…

Okay that was a damn long post
I did it by starting and stopping over a span of 10 hours
Blogging is a wonderful way of procrastinating work

 

Monday May 29, 2006

Exactly a year ago, the pug, the fairy and the pan started a blog together
Which has long die-ded *looks at sky*
*click*


Sunday After Genting

Haven’t blogged Genting pics yet, alot la
Later la 

Yesterday afternoon i played a game
It was ‘Spot The Imaginary Fairy With Joyce’ game

Cos obviously i have yet to see a real fairy
I still try once in a while, just whip around really quickly and try to catch it
But i still never have
Some say if you try too hard, you’ll never get to see a fairy

Maybe i’m trying too hard 

Maybe fairies are like men
When i used to yearn for a guy in my life, i could never get one
When i started not to give a fuck and just enjoy life, they came in swarms

So maybe fairies are like men, hmm
But fairies are way more fascinating then men
And then again, there are some faires who are men
… Or men who are fairies

>_<

See i’m so good at lari-ing topic

Back to my little game of Spot The Fairy…

   

CheesieRingo is like, bloody cute and gorgeous
Her voice is sweet
She’s so sexy
Her tits are bigger than mine
I find myself staring at her ass and legs and then looking away

And then i feel like pushing her away when she’s next to me so that i don’t feel like a man.

She keeps on saying, “Your face is so small! Your face is so small!”
Then FireAngelEelaine will add in, “Yeah! Your face is so small!”
I’m like, Shut. Up. You’re both damn small. What are you talking about?!

I was gonna be a nice girlfriend and show my face at AdamPoserPan’s work event (some Levi’s thing @ Zouk) but i diverted myself to KLCC momentarily to bond with FoxyLisa

We didn’t know where to go and drink
And decided on Santini in the end
I’ve been there for lunch with KinkyPug before but not drinks
And holy crap! The happy hour there isn’t half bad!

A glass of wine = RM10
A bottle of wine = RM50
A jug of beer = RM32-38
(before 8pm)

We went for a jug of beer
We be beer girls yo 

Then. We dragged ourselves to Zouk where the event was
There were amateur bands playing in the afternoon (i heard)
And the more well-known local ones playing at night

Upon reaching the entrance, i leaned on the wall and said hi to the infamous door bitches there
“I can’t believe i’m here on a Sunday. Everyday also here. Damn no life.”


The Loft @ Zouk

DoorBitchIvan is my most favourite door bitch
But he can be damn moody sometimes
Sometimes he stares at me nonchalantly and i don’t know how to pujuk him
Sometimes he treats me like a little girl and ties my undone-in-tipsiness bows for me

They weren’t serving alcohol in Zouk during the Levi’s event
Nor at Terrace Bar
Never heard of before right?!

So obviously FoxyLisa and i found ourselves upstairs at The Loft guzzling on beer

“I Love TL!”


“I love TL! I love TL!” i chanted all the way home in the car
“Why baby?” asked Smellie

It was more like ‘what are you talking about?’ rather then ‘why do you love TL’ kinda question

“Because he helped me buy vodka at the airporttt!!”

Yay more bloody marys on workdays for me
Thank you TL 

I wanted to drive back from KL but Smellie didn’t think i was ready yet
I told SuckBallLouis about my ability to drive now
He retorted with, “Poor Malaysian people..” and said he doesn’t want to come back to KL



I’m Not As Idiotic Okay

I always get damn emo when some people gawk over two subjects colliding such as
Joyce and Cleaning
or
Joyce and Sport

Fuck.

I used to be sporty in school okay
Ask anyone of my ex high school mates!
I was on the track team!
I *cough* was a cheerleader
I did high jump in primary school (till i stopped growing and was too short to do it in high school, not my fault!)
I used to rollerblade every bloody day
I used to climb all over the place like a monkey

Just because i don’t take the time and effort to play sport anymore doesn’t mean i don’t know how to

Also, I used to clean the house since i was young
My mom had a very simple rule
I clean, she cooks
Which i think was excellent and i’m so gonna make my kids do that someday (if i have any haha)

Just because i know how to dress up doesn’t mean i don’t know how to get down on my knees and scrub the bathroom

I think so many kids nowadays are utterly spoilt beyond belief
Don’t know how to iron
Don’t know how to handwash their own clothes
Don’t know how to sweep the floor properly even

Shameless.

Although yes, i would like to think that one day, i’ll be so busy making money and having fun that i’d be hiring cleaners to do it for me
At least i know how to do it myself (should i try to save up for something else instead)
i.e.
“Pair of shoes? Cleaner? Pair of shoes? Cleaner?”

Hmm what happened
This was supposed to be a happy post cos i took a happy picture of my laundry
Yeah so sad i know
It just looked so happy-coloured hanging outside!

I spent all day in doing work, so i did laundry as well
I have way too many clothes… so i handwash the delicate ones by colours
(Erm… most of my clothes *are* delicate -_- so i handwash most of them anyway -_-)


Obviously i hang them separately in case the orange drips stain the white ones

So today were all my oranges and whites
I haven’t even started on the blues, blacks, browns, pinks, and turqouises yet
Yeah.
I wear so many colours that blues are separated from turqouses lest they stain

Damn sien la working today…

 

Sunday May 28, 2006

Exactly 2 years ago, Joyce and Fizah camho-ed in college
*click*

Exactly a year ago, KelvinTSD was fucking me over
To change his cartoon name
*click*

Not like much has changed
Just last week CrazyCassandra came up to me
“Eh Joyce, why must you put CrazySandra! I don’t like! Changeee!!”

Then i pacified her by slut-dancing with her.

Or PassedOutBen asking me, “Eh, how come Ah Hoong don’t have special nickname?”
“Allah… i just haven’t come up with one yet la. It has to come naturally okay.”
*mutters something about Didjital*
“Eh. Give me some time can?” 


So How Now

I was just thinking about a phone conversation last night
See, there was the Chivas party @ Arena of Stars @ Genting
It was really crowded
To the point they couldn’t let people in anymore and a riot was starting outside

The police were there and the rave shut at 2am
Quite potong stim - just when i finished work and wanted to start partying
I actually ran back in to make sure PassedOutBen’s bottle wasn’t left there
Image is  = me running into a house on fire to save a baby
But noooo….
It was to MAKE SURE we didn’t WASTE the alcohol :p

POB apparently had taken it already so i turned around and headed straight for the door for it to… be shut by a policewoman

Fuck.

Tiu.

Damn bad judgement on my part right.

“Save alcohol somemore la, Joyce. Saaave somemore alcohol,” i told myself off

Somehow i managed to get out the door anyway *phew*

Then the PR lady for Chivas calls me

“Oh making sure you’re okay and you got out fine.”
“Oh yeah, okay, i did. Thanks for worrying!” Aww so sweet…
“If it’s okay, don’t publish in the magazine anything about the police..”
“Okay i won’t.” I don’t think they need writing anyway… at least, i think so
“Sorry about the police stopping the party, there was a bit of trouble outside…”
“Yeah, i saw! Took pictures of all the people pressed against the grill too.”
“Oh, you did? Could you… not publish those pictures?”
“Okay, i’ll let them know.”
“Erm, if it’s okay, could you not publish online as well?”
“Huh? Yeah, i don’t think the magazine will mind.”

Then she repeated herself on how she hopes i won’t publish the pictures online
So specific ka…
Then i was wondering whether it’s my blog she meant
*looks up at ceiling*

Sigh.

What happened to freedom in blogging.



Daddy Comments On My Blog

I was telling my father and brother about some little exciting thing a week ago
“Guess what guess what! It’s half lame la okay but anyway… guesss…”
Obviously they didn’t bother guessing anything -_-
I continued, ” *insert newspapers’ name* is gonna do a photoshoot and interview me… but it’s because of blogging. So lame.”

I can still never admit to myself that i’m a blogger -_-
Everytime people ask me whether i’m a blogger, i cringe or my face drops

Daddy laughed and added slyly, “Wow. I hope your blog didn’t get popular cos of something sexual or scandalous… like what happened in Singapore.”

“NO LA!”

Shock horror oh my god where got

 

Saturday May 27, 2006


MY STUPID MEMORY

Half asleep, i reminded myself to grab my black Adidas Superstars and a bottle of tequila when i was to leave AdamPoserPan’s apartment

I forgot it all when i woke up
-_-

I planned to bring a bottle of alco up anyway despite it being an alco event
Budget s’kit

I smsed QueenKanch in a flurry
Me: Fuck! I forgot to take alco from the apartment and i don’t have the keycard with me. Bring alco k!
Her: I only have cupcakes and juice :/
Me: Die.

 

Friday May 26, 2006

Exactly a year ago, Joyce was unemployed (hmm some things haven’t changed! Okay okay. Maybe now it’s self-employed)
And discovered the glory of eating cold food
*click*

After Two Years

Of being blessed with never having to draw figures anymore at college
Smellie and i impulsively dived into figure-drawing late one night


“i love bubur McDs.”

What a BUTT UGLY picture

It looks nothing like me!
If this is how you see me then i gather we have to rethink where our relationship is going! *sulks*

I grabbed the book and pencil away from him and offered to sketch him nekkid
But he complained it was cold
So never mind

I drew his head (the more decent one)

Ahaha. When i wrote that, i cocked my head to one side thinking
The more decent one… which one which one?!?! HAHAHA…

*cough*

Sorry
So yeah i drew… him

Come to think of it, my skills have so diminished from the likes of work like this:

Then again, i’d rather be taking photographs and writing
Rather then being forced to draw eight figures a week, two hours per figure
I love drawing and painting
I just don’t want to be forced into it
The weirdest times i draw sometimes is like say, four in the morning when i came back from clubbing

I just suddenly felt like sketching a fairy
So i sprawled myself on the icy cold marble floor
And drew her figure, her slim hands, her pointy ears, her delicate wings
Till the sun rose
And the marble floor wasn’t so cold anymore



A Fine Balance, I Say!

My parents were going off to Angkor Wat
The best thing is they love telling me things like this super last minute, even if it involves me (unfortunately this time it didn’t)

A good example would be family dinners
Say for instance, family dinner is at 7 pm
I get a call at 6:30 pm from my dad asking me whether i’m going for big family dinner
What family dinner? i say
Family dinner now la, he goes
Walau, i’m in kl now, cannot tell me earlier issit! i screech

Anyway some time back, Daddy tells me

“Oh we’re going to Angkor Wat.”
“Ha?! When?”
“—– to —–”
“What about ME?!”
“You stay here la.”
“Whyyyyyy…. but i’m freelancing! See, this is the best part of freelancing, i’m free to go along on your holidays with you and mommy!”
“Freelancing freelancing. Stay here and work la.”
“*sob* Who else is going?”
“Well. At first just supposed to be Uncle Yeepak and me. Then suddenly Mommy and Aunty Cat wants to come along. Then when Mama heard that, she and Grand Aunt wants to come along too. So suddenly it’s a big family holiday,” he said sheepishly
“What! I also wanna go… You’re bringing your wife AND your mother along… you should bring your daughter along for good balance!”
…. dunnit.”
“……”

The horrors of growing up.

Parents don’t feel obligated to bring you along for holidays anymore… in fact, okay la yeah it should be the other way round.
*I* should be bringing them for holidays
>_<

Hmm
Just bumming at home cos i’m too lazy to move now
Will prollie go out later… feel itchy to socialise and drink tonight
Haven’t done it all week!

Drove WaiWah’s car last night
“Come come let me drive your car!”
“Okay…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why not.”

So i happily whizzed his Myvi on the highway

“How long have you been driving anyway?” he asked
“I just passed my exam this week!” i said gleefully
“…. ….”

QueenKanch and me going up to Genting tomorrow for the Chivas party
I have to go for work
She wants to go to gamble (the chinese side of her coming out)
So the Chivas party is more like a, “Oh and there was that too…”

I wonder whether there’ll be freeflow
*puckers thoughtfully*