Case #103

Right now I'm trying to deal with my dilemma.

I really don't know where to put these. Easily 50 pieces of them here.

I know what you're going to say, "In your closet, DOH!"

Oh you mean this? Full house, sorrey.

Even the walls rejected me.

Behind the door, a tower of drawers? Check.

So that leaves me with no where to put them. My closet is built in so there is really nothing I can do about it. I need a new room with a walk in closet, I really do. Anyone wants to adopt me? I won't litter on your floor I promise.

Also I must learn to control my shopping. Maybe I can use some meditation and hypnotizing. Must convince self IT'S OKAY NOT TO BUY CLOTHES 3 TIMES A WEEK.

Ohm.


No, you may not go shopping today. And stop using your card to shop online. Bad girl.

He came to buy

   Armed with Lacoste and Ralph Lauren paper bags he walked in with his head held high. 

   From the corner of my eye I saw him speaking to my colleague in his foreign accent. It wasn't until I was done with my business that I went up to them to check things out. He dropped many compliments on her dress, he seemed genuinely interested in it. 

   "30 bucks, that is all it costs," she told him. 

   To which he arrogantly replied, "I want to buy this dress HERE and I want it to be expensive." 

   First reaction of mine was to pull out a dress we were selling for 120 bucks. He examined it and later told us that he would be leaving to Canada in a couple of days. The dress was supposingly a gift for his sister. It all seemed genuine at that time, which was probably why my colleague agreed to try the dress on his request. It was then when he started making physical approaches like head patting, cheek pinching and shoulder touching that we knew he is nothing but a pervert, weirdo. Immediately we made eye contact, my colleague and I, we had an understanding. We made it obvious that we wanted him to go away and ignored him. 

   After what it seemed like 5 minutes I saw him making a move on one pretty customer. "Just tell me if this is nice", he pulled out somethings from the Lacoste bag. 

   A pair of jeans, which is not at all Lacoste. I know what this is about now. He showed her the price tag, and said loudly, "100 over Ringgit Malaysia. Expensive isn't it?" 

   At this point I refrained myself from rolling my eyes and say, "Oh get the f*ck out of here and go get a real pair of jeans." but that is exactly what I should have done if I were to know what he was going to do next.          

   After the customer went into the fitting room, he lingered around, picked up a scarf and started posing in front of the mirror. He was just trying to peek into the fitting room, I'm sure. He then actually asked the customer to try more clothes, can you believe it? Quickly I conversed to the poor girl in mandarin, asking her to ignore him and just get the changing done with as soon as possible. 

   When she was at the counter paying for the items, the douche bag offered to pay but she was clever enough to reject. More conversations in our mother tongue, I told her to get to a crowded place once she leaves and report it if he harasses her further because I was pretty darn sure he will follow her out. 

 

   I was right. 

   We were relieved that he finally left but felt stupid for being so irresponsible to allow this to happen. We should have called the security from the beginning but I guess we were in too much shock. 

   I know exactly what his intentions were. He was trying to tell them girls he was rich, hoping to grab their attention or even something more but as you can see, he failed. Rich people don't buy jeans that cost 100 plus and call them expensive. 

   He came to buy only one thing, he came to buy a girl.

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Perverts nowadays are so full of tricks. Few years back then I was stupid enough to fall for it. A stranger asked me to follow him to a shop and try something on for him. I fucking said yes, wtf? Now that I think of it, was I under drug influence?

There will be no next time.

Oh and what is it with their weird fetish? Why is it that they like seeing girls try on clothes so much?

I can't get enough!

of myself.

I'm just kidding. I just got so sick of ugly pictures of me in the previous post and I cannot allow them to remain as the first post anymore. So here are some pictures from a week or more ago. Boring, but better than pictures I can't stand.

I have sexay molies on my back eeheehee. Apparently they're not good according to chinese feng shui but who cares, they're sexay!

This laugh is totally fake. When I laugh for real my eyes disappear and my double chin says hello.

I was really pissed though, in this one!

The culprit! He pissed me off. Because he couldn't take the shots I wanted, eheh.

Okay that's all for now and I'll be leaving to my hometown this evening. Fret not, I'll be back in a day. Don't miss me okay! You're going to miss me anyway aren't you, so.. Don't miss me too much okay!

(Narcissism intended)

Supercalifuglilistic

In case you didn't detect the word fugly up there, this post is going to be filled with fugly pictures of me. You may think that I'm still ugly now but back then I was FUGLY! And the best part is I used to like those pictures because I thought I looked good in them *stabs self and jumps off a building

Let's start with the oldest of all.

This isn't exactly fugly but I'm just showing you my editing skills back then. I used to do this a lot to all my pictures because then people won't get to see how exactly fugly I am. This was Form 2 or 3 before I got fat.

These are mad fugly fml max because I looked BURNT. Where got people so freaking dark one omg I think I was darker than everyone else I knew. And that red mark on my shoulder? Cheerleading punya pasal.

Now you know why I detest the sun so much! When I tell people I will somehow resemble a chunk of crap if I get tanned they don't believe me. Now that it's proven, stop forcing me to go under the sun!

I now look like Snow White compared to last time. I bet even SK-II wants me to be their ambassador. 

Back to mad fugly pictures. Now that the dark period is kind of over, it's time for..

Fat period. I'm so horrifyingly fat here. Look at those arms of mine! I think I could slice them off, feed them to an entire troop of army and still look normal sized.

Okay so I was fatter and darker back then. But I just had to be shit at make up too. What I used to do was dab some shit onto my eyes and call it make up.

Like so. No I did not just got punched in the eye.

I'm sure I wasn't going for the gothic look but what the hell.

I won't do fringes like these anymore either.

Seriously, I CRINGE everytime I look at those pictures. Not that I like to insult myself but there are some things you can't deny. Photographic proof okay! If I were to say that I looked hot/pretty/cute/chio/adorable in those pictures, I must either be really really blind or in denial.

But of course, the pictures I hate now only make up like 1/50 of my total pictures so technically speaking I'm still very much in love with myself. If you come up to me and call me pretty I'll just go like, "I KNOW RIGHT. Thank you thank you." instead of, "No laaa, you prettier. I where got pretty one laaa."

That's the problem with people nowadays, they don't accept compliments especially when they involve physical appearances. Damn it, just say, "Really? Thanks!" next time. Unless you want me to go, "Oh you're right. You aren't pretty at all."

But you know, really, nobody is born ugly. All that matters is whether they make an effort to look good or not. And everyone should learn to love themselves.

Like me, I love myself so much I sometimes make out with myself.




I KID OKAY.

PeeDee again.

Sorry to disappoint but you won't be seeing nice pictures from PD because my digital camera sucks big time. Well actually you won't be seeing any nice pictures until I get myself a new camera. And I'll get one as soon as my looooooong awaited pay comes.

Alright, no rants today. Back to the random PD trip. It was random for me because Zhiji only asked me a day before the trip itself.

Zhiji was our driver throughout the whole trip. I know this shot is kind of unflattering but that's all I have of him behind the wheels. Or not, heehee.

Stayed at Legend Water Chalets. Premium Tower Seaview, so it's not exactly a chalet we were staying at but we had a full view of the chalets and sea.

PROS:

• Room is more spacious. Can fit the 6 of us in comfortably!
• Nicer tv. Flat screen!
• Bigger bed, but not attractive.
• Looks more grand.

CONS(There are more cons than pros, you saw this coming didn't you.):

• The entire place is concrete, so it doesn't give the relaxed ambiance. In fact I was hoping for more greens or some cute animals to walk around.
• No nice beaches nearby. We had to drive 15 minutes to the beach near Bayu and Avillion.
• The pools and facilities are no good! Nothing special about them. Or maybe it's just me.
• The bathroom doesn't come with double headed sink. HOW CAN.
• OHMYGOD the breakfast buffet is horrible. More on that later.

You can make your own comparison too. Here are my Avillion posts: 
ONE TWO THREE FOUR

The view from our balcony. Not bad really. As you can see at the right corner there are some high class chalets with personal swimming pools! Woohoo.

From left: Reuben, Siew Lee, Kelly, Villi, myself and Zhiji.

By the beach in the evening.

Very very sad because I don't get to wear bikini, someone forbade me from doing so.

Liking this shot :)

When night falls, barbecue time! I'm really really good at starting fire! :D

Had a few burnt lamb steaks and plenty of sand before the thundering sky threatened us into leaving.

This is how retarded my camera is at times. The shutter can just open halfway at times but in this case, nice effect!

Back at the room, time for a feet soak. *holds breath

Later that night, we were joined by a deck of cards, some Malibu and Chivas. Knocked a couple of us down and that concluded the night.

Next morning, Zhiji and I went for breakfast. I'm quite surprised at the fact that I was one of the earliest to wake. Alright where was I, oh yeah breakfast. I didn't like it, they don't have many choices. I only liked the pancakes :)

No muesli :(

Pink yoghurt. How very appetizing!

A walk around the place. The buildings at the back really ruined it all. The pool can go evaporate itself dry if you compare it with these..

Took these myself at Avillion.

But hey, they have two jacuzzi by the pool though they're not very clean.

Remember what I said about animals? If you're lucky you can actually see an over sized monkey hanging around the place.. 

I was lucky enough to catch it.

I know right, I should really be enjoying my time there instead of complaining. But that wouldn't be me then, I complain, all the time. Seems like nothing is good enough for me. Okay lah, next time I'll just sleep in a tent by the beach.

Lunchtime at Malacca. I've finally found the best chicken rice balls around!

Here! Therefore I conclude, the lousier the shop looks, the better the chicken rice balls are.

Villi got too hungry while waiting.

Chilled at Geographer Cafe. Loved the variety of drinks offered.

Gorgeous 2 bucks fan.

Lingered at Jonker St. until the night market was about to start. Now I finally understand that the night market there sells the exact same things like what they sell in the morning. Just that, they open a stall in front of their shop.

Sate kambing for dinner. Omnomnom yummeh.

Glad to have you people as companions. Overall the trip was good. Anything involving food and beach is good. Forgot my durian cendol this time though :(

Sorry for this effortless update, something's affecting my mood real bad but I will get back on track I promise!

I'm not bored

What?

Reading my blog is boring?? Hmm, okay. Try this:

1. Click this: http://therevolvinginternet.com/
2. Search me or my blog from there.
3. Have fun chasing the link.
4. Have fun looking at this from all angles.
5. Just close it when it annoys you enough.

(The song is nice.)

What?? Still boring? Hmm, maybe it IS boring after all.

Shit, of course it isn't. Kristen Stewart, that is the definition of boring.

Alright so here are some not-so-boring pictures taken a moment ago,

of Justin the Cardiff boy,

of my crazy hair,

of him,

and that's all! Haha. Just another random lim teh session. Lim teh = yumcha. Or directly translated as drink tea but I don't see how that makes sense.

"Hey, wanna go out drink tea?"

Heading to PD tomorrow or today actually so this is just something to amuse you in the meanwhile.

Okay I know what you're thinking, wtf?