I wish I was more active, unfortunately I am too swamp with Uni work. The stress is killing me, and my face. =(
Will blog soon.
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I read somewhere that one of the most essential piece of clothing in a woman's wardrobe is  

a well fitted coat.

It could be the models gracing the pages or the colourful fonts they used, either way I knew I had to own one and have been obsessing eversince...... 

So..... imagine my joy when I found one that complimented my petite frame perfectly. A useful reminder before some of you embark on the coat searching journey

1. And I can't believe I am saying this but, Patience is virtue.It may take a while to find "the coat" but trust me it is worth  the wait.

2. Prepare your money. This advice is useful for those who are in the same state of broke as I am. Be prepared to make the investment, because a good coat can help you go through any fashion disaster. And If you lucky bitches do have the money, why stop at one? buy one of every colour you lucky whores.

3. Neutrals are the safest. You don't have to be bold because in this case you would want to make full use of said coat, therefore by buying one in a neutral colour, your options will be endless. Pastels are good but please please please stay away from black/white. White for obvious reasons - they get easily dirty while Black is just too dull....unless you are forty somthing, than that would be a smart choice..

Good Luck!

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Good News : The long awaited outfit post is here

Bad News : I only have one photo

I kinda made a pact with myself yesterday recently - 

Not to buy anymore clothes until I have worn everything in my closet. 

Unfortunately, I was coerced to break it with a few recent purchases, which come to think about it, weren't just purchases, they were an investment; a basic necessity in every girls' wardrobe. After all, everyone needs a decent coat or two.

Anyways, I bought this dress a while back, and it had a certain Blair Waldorf-esque to it. Definitely too short to prance around classes in, but who cares?

I don't get out much, so my only fashion stage would be during classes. 

Plus, it helps with my avidity towards education and the whole learning process. It really does.

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The Loves

Random pics of our 2nd week of class. 

Nothing outstanding really. The weather was scorching so we decided to go for cendol. 

I  know, I know, if it revolves solely around my friends and I going about our daily routine as do people around the world, why bother post it, right?

"BECAUSE IT IS MY FUCKIN' BLOG."

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 Pui Yee and I camwhoring while celebrating my birthday. 

Yes people, I am officially 20!

Initially I was all psyched to complain about my horrible first week in Uni, but after a few days of breather and away from all things negative, I find myself despite being broke....happy.
Like when I started off the week withdrawing some money to pay the house rent, to find that there was a glitch in the system and instead of paying my rent, I am *** ringgit poorer for no apparent reason. Freaked out, I called the bank and even though they assured me that they will eventually reverse the money, it might take 2 to 3 months to do so.
I thought by then, my week couldn't get any worse. Unfortunately this is my life we are talking about, so crap like these aren't put to a halt so soon. No sireeee.
They multiply into bigger pile of crap and little did I know, this week somehow turned out to be a series of test on my patience and virtue. In a way it could also possibly pass as a very good pitch for a comedy skit.

Before I continue, I would really like to thank my friends for playing a huge role to my many failed suicidal attempts, because without them I would probably be burning in hell as we speak.

Like when I got back from my class to find a huge red gash on Navid

(I love that I name my car after a jew, I feel so ethical bahahahaha).

Words just couldn't delineate how I felt at that moment, and as a matter of fact, when I called my friends, none of them could quite make out what I was wailing about except for the general profanities that one could probably be slurring their heads off and still be comprehended.
All I could remember at that moment was a continuous ringing in my ears and the only way I knew how to stop it was to set the cars around me on fire and jump in the fiery flames, and I end up kicking the bucket with a bang, and possibly 5 or 6 people cursing me in the grave for setting their cars on fire.
Fortunately for me, I mustered whatever sanity I had left and drove away from the situation while I waited for my lovely, lovely, lovely bros who waited for the appropriate time (the next day) to tease me about my bawls.

I repaired Navid the following day, but as I mentioned several times before, am definitely a believer in Karma because long story short, I now know what it's like to be on the other other side of a hit and run.
After the accident, my will to live was short mostly because of the somber sight that is my bank balance.
Plus it didn't help that I was fined by Uniten for thinking that I own the parking spaces there. -___-"

Point is, no matter how unlucky you think your week was or how many times you fantasize about diving off your building floor each time you look at your bank balance, always bear in mind to quickly slap yourself hard on the face and resort to the only rational and effective thing you last think off.

Turning to your family. 

And for me, my friends are like my family, and thanks to them, I made it through the week without a scratch on my body and a hole in my pocket.

That and starbucks. There is something very therapeutic about drinking that miracle elixir in disguise. If ever I was having a crappy day with only 20 ringgit to last me for a week, this would be my pick me up.

The same day that I was dealing with Navid's misfortune, Adeeb called me up for an outing with Noryang who just got back from the States. 

True story : As soon as I saw them all financial woes were forgotten 

(bahahahah I wish, but it did do me justice to get out of the house).

My eyes looks swollen, I know

Highschool reunion, pretty awkward since i only knew 5 of them.

So yes, suicidal attempts 0. Friends 1. Looks like a pretty stiff competition if you asked me.

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For the sake of updates, I recently attended a wedding. And thank god it was tastefully done. By "tastefully" what I really meant was ;

a) It was done indoors. 

I absolu-fuckinly hate basking under the sun, let alone being covered under a blanket of heat. That, and to be honest not the biggest fan of marriages and what it represents. So to be stuck in the middle of a matrimony sweating like a pig is just one of the many awful scenarios I could think off. This is number #623.

b) It was well ventilated and most importantly, air conditioned

Case in point. I hate sweating mainly because of the stickyness that comes after. Therefore even if it was done indoors and they were still too cheap to pay for proper air conditioning, it would still be considered as a bad wedding in my book. Just saying.

c) The wedding theme was nice and not OTT done.

Themes include the decor, food and most importantly revolves around the wedding gown. 

By "just nice" I am pointing out to all delusional people out there who think they can pull off the cheap looking colours on even cheaper fabric. For example if you really wanted to wear gold, don't settle for canary yellow, it is your wedding after all, (unless you are planning for another one, by all means make all the mistakes you want). And for those of you who are eager to retaliate by stating the price of your repugnant pathetic excuse of a wedding gown, behold you are living proof that "money can't buy style"

So yes, the wedding was very nicely done, and I am not just being bias because the bride is related to my best friend.

I would go on and write about how my dream wedding would be, but I haven't really thought it through yet. All I know is it would be a very small and private ceremony. 

No kompangs. No sparkly oversized flowers. No boiled eggs. No flicking me with water.

No whatever you do in a traditional Malay/Chinese/Indian wedding.

Just me in a simple white gown,

my significant other, 

a handful of the most important people in our lives, 

a custom made cake that complements the flowers around the ceremony, 

and a harp playing in the background. 

(even though I am not a fan of marriages, I still am a fan of weddings - at least mine to be exact)

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WANTS

1. Bella Bamba 3d blusher by Benefit
This blusher is amazing, fell in love the minute 100th time I tried it. I know I sound bias since it is Benefit, but it is definitely worth the money. Just wish my pocket can say the same.

2. Vitamin C capsules by The Body Shop
This 28 day radiance challenge looks promising. Than again I am a sucker for beauty products.

3. MiuMiu knockoffs
As much as I adore bling, I don't really like the original studded ones. That and the fact that I could never own a pair of MiuMiu originals.

4.Wedges from F21
Had my eye on this eversince I saw it last Tuesday.

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Sitting at home with ample amounts of time to be wasted leaves you back to day one; 

planning what to do with the spare time you will be having.

I never really did stray far from my daily routine in the first place (don't know why I am realizing it now), sure there were the reinventions that occupied 45 minutes of my day and the outings with a few friends, but that only took about a week of my holiday.
With not much to do, alas, youtube is my saving grace.
From make up tutorials to stand up comedians, I browsed almost everything and anything that came to my mind. From Funny pets to Really really funny pets to Weird Ads to Nadya Suleman to How to know if you're mexican, (and the list goes on and on.)
You name it, I have probably searched for it. In case that didn't give you an idea on how pathetic my holiday is going, I even succumbed to my intolerable infatuation for drama. If I couldn't get it from my holidays, might as well relive it thru videos rite?
which leads to me stumbling upon this advertisement. I was searching for sad short films, for the sake of a good cry...
(don't look at me like I am some low life, if no one searched for it people wouldn't have put it up in the first place)



Am I the only one fascinated by the fact that even though I don't speak a word of Iranian, I still managed to understand the storyline? Could it be deja vu? Was I reincarnated in my before life as the bird itself? Could it be that I am actually a Russian spy who knows 43 different languages but memory is still suppressed and can only be triggered until I am needed for my next big mission?

As much as I want all three of my speculations to be true and go "Yes I was a magic bird who was hired by the Russians because of my ability to revisit my past"... it is just too bad that the more logical explanation is that this ad is a lot similar to the one that Yasmin Hamid directed in 2007.



So who copied who? Team Yasmin all the way, after all she couldn't have stolen all of her other moving masterpieces. Just saying.

On a completely unrelated note,

Phone Sex brought to you by yours truly,

 (don't pretend some of you haven't been doing the nasty, its like telling me boys don't secretly jack off in the shower)

I would continue, but they are kids who actually read my blog, SO let's keep things discreet here, people.

Just to prove to you that I am not a complete nutcase, here is a photo of me and Jayne doing what girls do best in changing rooms.

FML I need leg implants.

See? I'm not totally mental rite?

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Whats up my pretties? 

Sorry for the week long hiatus, and I have a very very very good excuse for it.

Here goes; 

Unfortunately for me I bought the wrong type of batteries for my camera. I didn't even know there were such things because as far as I know it is only the sizes that matters. Anyways without batteries for my camera there won't be any updates on my outfits, therefore not much materials to post on my blog......until, it suddenly occured to me that I can blog the stuff I have been doing whilst on my semester break.

YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY US! 

Initially, looking for a job was on top of my list but unfortunately for me I can never stick around long enough for one; hence it's a waste of time. Plus no one is going to pay you if you only work for two weeks, in case some of you ever thought of bailing out after two weeks of work like I did. -_______________________-

Anywho, with all the spare time in the world on my hands I decided to do what I do best; concentrate on my vanity and boost my ego. Then again, what self respecting girl doesn't? I really do believe that there is no such thing as an ugly girl, only lazy ones. True, you might not strike a pot of gold in the genetics department, but who says you can't fake it? So yes, the solution?

"Reinvention."

Madonna, Britney Spears and Prince all went through countless reinventions to upgrade themselves and I say it is a good enough advice to be taken by us mere mortals. There are numerous ways of upgrading your look, whether it is semi permanent like getting a new hair do or a lifetime decision like a tattoo. 

Funny that I mentioned that because way hay, I took the plunge and did both, and I am loving it.

I has a tattoo, now I is cool ya'all

My kitty tattoo upclose, in case you were wondering

Redhead

Aren't these just the best reinvention? I love love love that I finally took the plunge and coloured my hair red.

So how are you guys going to upgrade yourselves? After all there is always a better improvement for a better you. So wether it is the hairstyle ou have been dying to try but never had the guts. Or the piercing on the lower lip that you find utterly attractive yet ridiculously useless. I say take the plunge and just do it. After all you only live once.

And if you are a big of a chicken as I am and would rather not go for permanent changes, do what I do and fake it. Spoiler alert : The hair coour only lasts 28 washes, and the tattoo is a fake one in case I change my mind and want a flower or a dinasour instead. We all know how fickle minded I can get. Puahahhahha

Goodluck!

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I absolutely adore colours... especially ones that just seem to 

POP!

I might be way behind this trend, but I noticed there has been a lot of colour blocking going on. Colour blocking is if I am not mistaken, is a method of mixing and matching different colours that stand out into your outfit to create a whole different look. 

Think emerald green with royal purple or electrifying orange with a romantic red.

The pictures I took don't do me any justice thanks to the crappy camera, but imagine my shoe in a much brighter shade of greenish-blue, it really stands out in real life, and I just love the gold colour at the side of it.

Here is a better example of colour blocking by the The Man Repeller herself;

How genius is that? So is this look a yay or a nay?

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DELETING THIS BLOG..

KIND OF

I have been known to be blessed with the gift of the gap. It can be a positive or a negative thing, depends on how you look at it. In case some of you don't know what that means, it means that I have balls an insatiable habit of speaking my mind out without thinking twice of the repercussions or peoples feelings. That being said, I am going to change the whole concept of my blog just because I feel it has become a little too personal and besides, nobody really gives a shit.
So this blog will be hosting my outfit pictures, random shits, brief updates about my life - again, nothing too personal like who I would want to beat the shit out an feed to the chickens or my non existent love life. No more.
 I am going to be twenty soon, and that being said not to follow my emotions too much. If I am upset about something I will express it in other ways. Like killing that person and chucking their remains in a river and pretend they never existed exercising or baking or better - shopping.
(I know I am going long about the age thing, fuck off I am having a mid life crisis, yes at 20) .

For the sake of formality, here I am impersonating a blow fish

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What do you get if you subtract a year worth of feud, add a 50% coupon for sushi and power it to mutual love and passion for shopping?

GIVE UP?

I only look short because she was wearing heels. Just had to point that out. 

ANSWER?

Your BestFriend back.

Celebrating Haris (dimples) birthday

Still, I would never trade ma' hommies for any other. They are the reason behind my previous post.

Sometimes you can have everything, even if they think of you as a chick with a dick, just saying.

And for that I am thankful. 

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I can't believe how fast time flies by. I am officially going to be 20 this year and I am almost done with my first  year in degree. Word on the street is if I keep myself on the right track, I might be graduating next year....and by "street", I meant according to Dahlia. 

Not sure if the info is legit since I don't keep up with my University's updates, but I'll take her word for it. 

Even though I feel a tad older since I will be dropping the "-teen" at the back of my age, on a lighter note what better excuse to go shopping? My wardrobe is in need of a major makeover from premmie to adult.

So hello to a new look and a burn in my pocket followed by days of starvation. 

I am in love with high waisted shorts. I used to think that you needed curves to pull the look off, but I am very happy with my latest find. A pop of colour; just the right shade to describe my personality. 

LOUD.

I am also equally ecstatic about my new pair of oxfords. I have been searching for one for quite some time, and found it the same night I reconciled with my bestfriend. We bonded over sushi and of course our love for shopping, and I must admit, as much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there is no denying we would all be a little less rich without them.

A perfect ending to a perfect night? 

Definitely.

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I know, I know, it's a tad too early to come up with a birthday wishlist, but just in case some of you were wondering what to get me.

Sorry for not blogging lately. Will make up for it. Finals is just around the corner and I am literally shitting in my pants trying to catch up with what I have been missing this whole semester. 

I hate it when my conscience has the last laugh, she can be very insensitive at times like these. -___- FML.

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Been going crazy lately from all the shopping I have been doing that I am forced to live on nothing but dried crackers and milk. One thing for sure, the hunt for "The Shoe" was a chase worth while.

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Every now and then I get the ocassional questions about my looks, and who do I take up after. Without fail I would be struggling with an answer because of my uncertainty. Honestly adoption jokes aside, I don't think I look anything like my parents. The toddler version of me resembled most of my Dad during his skinny years and when I was about 7 or 8 I looked like my Mum. And then I got fat and my Mum referred me as the lovechild of an Ah Long and the lady who sells vegetables at the night market. -___-" Which explains not only her sadistic humour, but mine as well. Thanks Mum.

Flash forward to present day, somehow my looks differ from the norm of my parents and I look neither like my Dad, my Mum or a nationality for that matter. I don't look Chinese. I don't look Malay. Nor do I pass as a Caucasian. So whatthefuckam I? 

I am still trying to find out what ethnicity I could fit into and then go on with my life lying about my heritage but it's no use. Call it motherly instincts, my Mum would always know when to push my buttons, and she is effortlessly punctual especially when I am having one of those days. It amazes me really. My Mum would often tell me how weird looking I was and that if I were taller I would have been the face of Benetton. Her compliments are weird because somewhat they come across as degrading, which is a talent come to think about it. Like how when I was fat she used to call me "Budak Tetek Besar" and told me to take it as a good thing. I was 12 at that time, and it didn't occur to me that it was a form of sexual harassment, mind you I woud have sued the shit out of my Mum if it wasn't for her cooking. Anyways, because of that I have a minute fear of having boobs. Again, thanks Mum.

Still, given a choice, I would not want to look any different. Unless, if god asked me if I would like to swap my face with Vanessa Hudgens, in which I would probably get a heart attack from joy and end up waking up in Hell. booo.

You know how they say if you want to see how a person ages all you have to do is look at their parents?

Guess I will never know. 

On a completely unrelated note...

Wasn't too sure on what to wear that day, and finally decided to go with the simpler outfit. 

Life's hard. 

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Good news. Came back and found my camera unharmed on my study table.

Heee...Which only leads us to my outfit shots.

Was feeling princess-sy, and noticed that most of my clothings in my wardrobe were either black or floral printed. -___-" A little bit more raiding and I finally concluded that my choice of clothings like me, need some growing up. 

FML, can't believe I am going to be 20

Here is a snippet of a lyric from my current favourite song. Funny how I can relate to this;

He was young, he was hot,

he made me feel alive.

so in love I was falling,

ooh, it’s early morning.

He took me in his hands

and squeezed me real tight.

I was humbled and so joyful

depending on this guy;

he didn’t last very long

a week or maybe two.

when he called me on the phone

saying baby I don’t love you.

Just another one-way love

always giving never getting.

And now I feel so stupid

it’s like a deja vu

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Ironically my previous post was about how I preferred hanging out with Guys as oppose to Girls.Well as much as I do prefer, please note that this does not mean I intend to stop hanging out with girls anytime soon. I do have some, who I go on occasional outings with, for example my current housemates. And just for rectification for some of you who are in a state of confusion right now, these are not the same "dearest" old housemates from hell. My current housemates do not own a cat and they do know a thing or two about hygiene. Thank god.

Anyways, here are pics of our night. As much as I love explaining what we were doing in each one, I am sure you can figure out how much fun we had.

Ain, Albar, Dahlia and Moi
(Alya is the one taking the pic of us)

We slept at 2. Way past my bedtime.

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