I can't wait to run my hands over the smooth white surface, to trace my fingertips on the delicate keyboard.. to fondle the screen, to caress the laptop....
Yummy, come to mummy, my white beauty!!!1
roar! Imma gonna dream about my darling tonight. And I mean the electronic one. harhar.
Of course, I'll also dream about my other darling, the flesh and blood one. =) bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world. Imma gonna marry him!!!!!!!!!! wtf. damn paiseh. I realy hv no shame.
Cheer up ppl!!! dont let the last entry bring u down! just do ur part!!!!1 =)
love,
jw
ps: some ppl told me tht one person cant do much to help those kids, but as I say, a little effort is better than nothing. You night not be able to save all of tehm, but saving one is better than none.
pps: Actually I was damn emo also, when I read about them, but heck, Imma gonna be positive and try my best to help =)
ppps: Thank you GRACE my beautiful friend, for sharing body acne cures with me. God bless you. hahaha
I read this on Perezhilton.com and I just had to post it 'cos it just struck me hard, and I instantly felt sorry for them and angry at myself for always taking what i have for granted.
Click HERE to read the article following the above headline.
Think of all the times you've had food placed before you and you never appreciated what was on your plate.
Think of the times that you've simply wasted the food given to you because "IT DIDN'T TASTE NICE"
Think of the amount of leftovers you have accumulated over the years. How many poor children could your leftovers have fed?
Think of the expensive meals. Sushi, Steaks, Seafood platters, RM6/scoop ice cream, over-priced delicacies....
Have you ever stopped to thank God for your fortunate life? Have you ever given a thought to the others who might not be as lucky as you? Children, half your age, a third of your age, they have to eat DIRT just to keep from dying. Tree roots, insects, leaves... If they had to resort to eating DIRT, how DIRE can their situation be?
Have you ever been grateful for having clean water?? These children, living on a garbage site, have to content themselves with drainage waters , and each year, many die of water poisoning.
this little boy died of AIDS.
reflect upon yourselves. It's about time we all realised how ungrateful we've been.
Click HERE to find out how YOU can help these poor children.
I do not expect that any of you will donate via the website , even though in their website, it is stated that:
Mercy and Sharing sends 100% of any donations directly to helping the children of Haiti. All administrative costs in the U.S. are covered personally by the founders.
However, if you lack the funds, I should think that it will be sufficient to post an entry on these poor children to help raise awareness everywhere.
Put up a post in your blog. It doesn't take much effort. Your post might save lives. Others might read it and contribute, and maybe one less Haitian child will have to die of starvation.
I'm not joking. Do it. Imma gonna view all the blogs I've linked and I'll have such a dreadful impression of you if you don't even bother to spend a few mins to help these children.
I personally feel lousy for having taken everything I have for granted, for always wanting MORE, MORE, MORE. Think of the money we've all spent on our materialistic selves. Wouldn't the money you've spent on unecessary shoes, bags, clothes, etc... be better off spent on helping these children??
Do your part now.... There are lives you can save.
First off, I'd like to start by saying that Facials are the absolute best medicine for stress. Ever. Ever. EVER.
I reckon that if everybody had a facial once a month, inclusive of shoulder and face massage, the world would be a better place. Osama would stop being a big meanie and prolly start selling cotton candy. IF. he had a good facialist. ot massuese. Either one would suffice.
I had my long-needed monthly facial yesterday, and by GOD, I swear by it. I serioudly serioudly DO think its the BEST. It will solve all your problems, erase your worries, Cleanse your soul!!!! wtf.
Had a bad day? No worries! Go for a facial day!
Broke up with your boyfriend/girlfriend??? GET a facial!!! And your tears will dry as you relax to the wonderful aromas of a pineapple face scrub, lavender and ylangylang massage oil, and seaweed minty face mask!!! SUPERBBB!
Your dog just died?? HAVE A FACIAL!!!!!!!!!!!
Your period is here and you feel cranky as a gramma with a wedgie?? GO treat yourself to a nice, soothing facial! And throw in some 40 bucks for a hand treatment!!! What's more, get a shoulder and face massage with your facial!!!
If anybody's interested, I have my facials at this place in USJ 4 (same row as 7/11), called SKIN BEAU. They use CELLNIQUE products,(which I currently use, and I dare say, it's fabulous!! Better than SK2!!) and their service is FANTASTIC. My favourite beautician is Mandy, you can request for her if you go. Tell her I recommended you!!! And maybe we'll both get something. heh.
Normal facials cost around RM60, with no shoulder massage.
Facial treatments including shoulder massage come at approx RM138.
There are also junior packages that you can sign up for, which is a freaking genius concept.
ALSO, another reason why the place is THE BEST ever, they provide you with contact lense cases, solutions, (in case you wanna remove your contacts), and two bottles of Estee Lauder perfume to spritz yourself with after your facial!!! SUPERB!!!!!
Oh, I shouldn't go on, cos I'm starting to sound shallow.
Eh.. what's the opposite of shallow>?? Deep????? I know one calls a person shallow if they're overly materialistic, and that people with "depth" are the opposite, so if you call someone "shallow", can you also call a person "deep"??? Damn confusing. Somebody please enlighten me.
OH, one last thing, forget the back massage for RM138. That's not worth it. Just go for the facial treatments, they include shoulder massages. yummyyy. I swear, I fall asleep EVERY SINGLE TIME.
One last thing, I seem to have contracted body acne on my back. Just a mild case, mind you, not gigantic, explosive, volcano-like, pus-filled pimples.
Does anybody know of anything that can cure my horrendous bacne?? Cos I just bought this Tea-Tree Bath for body acne, and I smell like a just-cleaned toilet after every shower. Either that or I smell like my dog, whose shampoo smells suspiciously like my Tea-Tree bath wtf.
No more sexy back! Woe is me.!!! Find me a remedy!!!!! CHop chop!!!
love,
moi.
Next blog post : "Of Brains". I plan to act smart since I usually blog about no-brainer topics, Imma gonna blog about something "intellectual " in my next post. And this is not some matter I just come up with out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, it's something I've always pondered on, and tomorrow, Imma gonna put it in words and see if anybody agrees with me.
note: The next post, "Of Brains" may come off as slightly feminist. So don't read it if you don't want to.
to pry open my eyes... my eyes my eyes! my eyeballs feel... spicy.. wtf.
I slept at 3.30 yestereday!!!!! I finished my work at 3, and took a bath cos i dont wanna die in my sleep wtf. So i ended up sleeping at.. 3.30!!!!!!! SO TIRED!
I finished class at 3, so I SHOULD have gone home, showered, blow dried my hair and went straight to sleep right???! But i'm so po ma!!!!! I po ma-ed until 7! then finally went to sleep cos I was on the verge of passing out!!!!! Then got rudely awakened at 7.30 for dinner! =( =(( why am i like that,.. why.... WHYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
=(
And my inner thigh muscles hurt. I feel like I've been squatting for 48 hours non stop. =(((( But it was ice-skating! So strainous!!! Haln an hour per class only but I sweated like a pig at the end of class! Heartless coach!!!!!! The one who laughs when I fall, rolls his eyes when I fail to do something!!!
=.= what am I rambling about I don't know... oh my god my sleep deprived brain is declining!!! oh..... no........
(just cos I haven't addressed myself as princess for quite some time now.wtf I'm damn perasan!!!!!!!!! =( SUmmore my skin quite thick and I feel no shame wtf . BUDDHA!!!!!!!!! I better stop now before I blab more incoherent things. )
ps: I'm not usually as smelly as I was yesterday loh! I already showered today!!!!!!! =.= wtffffffffffffffffffffffff
Yesterday was my vocal recital at Bankers Club, KL. Nothing fancy, just something my vocal teacher organised.
I sang "A ChangeIn Me" from Beauty and the Beast, the musical, and did a duet of "I can hear the bells" from Hairspray with my sister.
I can hear the bells..... My head is spinning...
WTF.,
I TOTALLY forgot the lyrics. The music playing don't know which effing stanza d, I'm still singing the first one WTF. and ALL WRONG. My sister lagi geng. At least when I forget the lyrics, I make something up. She just stands there and move her lips, nothing coming out, like a GOLD FISH!!! Like she's trying to lip-synch but there's nothing to lip-synch to. Super geng chao Ashlee Simpson wannabe.
Then we repeated the same lyrics twice. Cos before that sang too early =.= Oh my god hand me a paper bag. No, don't even bother with cutting out the eye-holes wtf.
AND
I saw people laughing and pointing at me and I felt quite paiseh, wanted to burrow under a table and hide there until my shame subsides, which will be sometime around the year 5980 and humans would have evolved back to monkeys.WTF.
Then I will come out with a human face and be the prettiest, most hairless creature on planet Earth, and I will reign supreme because I am prettiest in the world wtf, for 2 months before envious monkeys assassinate me and take over my throne. =.= wtf am i crapping about.
AIYA! Forget lyrics only ma! Very paiseh meh? no right... On a scale of 1-10, it's only a minute 163,264, 284 ma! shy what jek wtf.
=.=
Jack came along to witness my humiliation, and he deserves a medal for not laughing at me throwing my face away wtg.
Although I'm pretty sure I saw him disappear under the table for a good 30 seconds, and the whole table shook. Hmm... will have to further interrogate the boyfriend later on. My interrogation skills are very finely honed.. Hoho.. Come night, all will be laid bare.pun intende, wtf.
Later on, we went ( my family and JACK ) to Mid Valley to go get my......
L
A
P
TOP!!!!!!! woohoo woohoo.
It's from DELL and I expect it will arrive within a week or so, and until then, i'm not telling which one I'm getting! It's a surprise!!!!!!
hint:it's the one in the brochures wtf. And the colour is the opposite of black wtf.
guess guess! SO DIFFICULT HOR. Guess correctly and win a Hacks sweet wtf, flavour of your choice, proudly sponsored by ME. I'm so generous!!!.
And we had dinner together and its the BESTEST TIME EVER!!!!!! It's one of the few times I actually have him to myself for the ENTIRE DAY. =)
Although Jack and I couldn't hold hands or.. anything else, *secret, wtf*, cos my dad was there, BUT we sneaked in a good many squeezes (of the HAND, pls dont hamsap wtf) and even a few discreet pecks =) =)
I think I use wtf too much. =.= wtf
OH, and my brother is in love with Jack and always steals him from me!!!!! =(
It's a good thing he likes girls, my brother, 'else I'd think he's gay.
my god. why my boyfriend like to flare his nostrils.
and the hair clip is mine. I clipped it on, he's not gay. =.=
What to do, Jack's memang cute and everybody loves Jack. wtg. My brother claims to like Jack cos he's "cute" and "charming" and is "good loking".
BUT HE'S NOT UP FOR GRABS YO!!!!!! You grab him (anywhere), I kill you.
I kill you , revive you, and kill you again wtf.
Ya My God, I still have 5 analysis to write.
FIVE!!!!! LIMA!!! and a ONE thousand word essay!!!!!! AND I have to study for tomorrow's ECONS test!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's 9pm and I haven't even bathe yet!!!!!!!! damn smelly wtf I almost can't stand my own odour. ALMOST. =.=
Who wants to let me copy their analysis and essay?? Much appreciated, I'll be your best friend forever and give you not one, but TWO Hacks sweets wtf.
No, my father does not sell Hacks and I'm not promoting them.
YA MY BUDDHA ALLAH SWEET JESUS MOTHER MARY AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW AH!!!!!!!!!! NO TIME LEFT LOH!!!!!!!!!!!! JIA WEI YOU LAZY WOMAN!!!!!!!!! WHY MUST YOU PROCRASTINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
24 hours is really not enough time, and here I am, wasting my precious seconds blogging. I am a lost cause. I truly am.
BERTEKADD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUST CONTINUE WORK!!!!!!!!!!! YES!
*Thumps chest *
byebye!!!!!!!!
jw
ps: cancel the chest thumping, I mean, I'm flat enough as it is wtf.
my god damn cute, the middle one. I wanna steal him away from his girlfriend, but compared to his goddess-like girlfriend, I know I'm nothing but a useless fatty pork chop with greasy hair and a pimple-ridden face!!! Why will he even spare me a glance when he's with someone so perfect??!!! Oh woe is me!!
the left one ca-li-feh. Please ignore.
The far right one so pretty.!!!! I'm so jealous!!! Feel like stabbing myself cos I'm not as good-looking as her. wtf.
Who actually uses this?? Aren't we supposed to NOT want "the cherries" to show?
(Unless you're purposely wearing a sheer nightie to "perform" for "someone". But then , I wouldn't wanna know about that wtg.)
My god.
what has the world become. What used to be covered is now made to seem more obvious!
PROTRUDING cherries are IN??????
NOBODY TOLD ME LOH!
Well, I suppose they're only for.... "turning on" guys???? WTH.... Do guys like protruding cherries?????? If you're a guy and reading this, please enlighten me. Much appreciated. wtf
Not that I'm gonna be using that.
The next time any one of you sees a girl walking down the street with a super thin white shirt and super protruding cherries, it's probably fake.
Remember that,
And dig out your boyfriends eyeballs if they even dare to look at said "cherries" wtf. Rubbery cherries.tsk.
=.=
jw
ps: i'm in the college library typing this and I'm half afraid someone will; see the picture I posted and think I'm running a porn-site wtf.
just now, and there was a presentation on pro life and pro choice,as in, support abortion OR ban abortion.
And the team that did PRO LIFE, which is the opposition, those who do NOT support abortion, showed the class a gruesome, GRUESOME video of people undergoing abortion. Basically the camera was trained on "the down there" the whole time, (but nothing porno, mind you), and how the doctor uses scalpels and other metal objects to poke and prod and pull the foetus out.
You can see the tiny hands and feet and everything, and there was blood EVERY-FECKING-WHERE. I was so grossed out, I swear I nearly barfed all over the guy sitting beside me.
Caught up in the horror of it all, I basically announced to the whole class that..
" I'm never having sex AGAIN"
=.=
wtf...
OBVIOUSLY, i didn't mean to add the "again" , but i think it just slipped out.
And the whole class erupted with laughter...
And the law lecturer was there....
And I had to go around telling everyone it was a slip of the toungue, and that I've never actually HAD sex.. wtf
I wonder how many of them actually believed me. wtf.
Another embarrassing chapter in a big book of embarrassment that is my life.
luv,
moi.
ps: Imma gonna dig up the video if i can, and you cann all watch it for yourselves. THEN, tell me if YOU would've TERyelled the same thing. wtg.
picture super ugly. has since been taken down cos I look like shrek's long lost twin
o my gawd who wanna sponsor me a nosejob, pretty please, wtf.
And the most important thing on my list now is to complete my CNY shopping before going back to my hometown. And getting my laptop so that I can complete my mountain high pile of work.
I'm such a procrastinator, somebody just shoot me in the head.
ooo, I learned a new word in college from ying xian, one of my friends. PROCRASTINATOR: Someone who postpones work. eg: Jiawei.
Damn, I always thought to procrastinate is somewhat simliar to discriminate.
Has everybody traipsed shopping malls high and low in search of sexy new year clothes?? Have you gotten a COMPULSORY red outfit for CNY??? Or a sexy red cheongsam which splits up all the way to mid-thigh??
OH MY GOD. Speaking of cheongsams, I have a confession to make.
Actually, it's quite embarrassing, so must think twice, whether to tell or not.
What the gay, throw face then throw la. harhar.
Okay, So on Sunday, I went to One Utama for my very first CNY shopping trip. I walktzed into Somerset Bay, My favouritest shop ever, grabbed a few outfits, including a SZE 3 pink cheongsam, and eagerly awaited my turn to enter the fitting room.
I squeezed and I twisted and I sucked in my gut, but I knew that I would never make it into a size 3, as it wouldn't even move past my hip. (I wore it from down to up wth)
So I took a size 5.
If a size 5 deosn't fit me, I told myself, it means I'm fat and will have to go to a slimming center. wth.
So i squeezed and pulled and tugged and writhed...and then....
I heard the dreaded sound of fabric ripping.
RIPPPPP....
And I froze....
And hurriedly banged about all the wooden hangers I had in the fitting room to create a cover in case anyone heard the ripping sound..
I took it off.. and noticed that in my vain attempts to squeeze into the too-small cheongsam.. I actually ripped the thing... at the zip.....and the thread was all coming undone....
So I quickly threw all the clothes together, nonchalantly walked out of the fitting room and handed the pile of clothes to the salesgirl, fervently praying that they do not notice the (small)rip I made in the Rm180 dress wtf.
Hurriedly paid for my ONE shirt and ONE necklace and ran out of the store. HAHAHAHHA.
TRUE STORY!!!! Not fictional in the least.! Although the part about running might be slightly exaggerated. wtg.
But why can't I fit into a size 5!!! Isn't a size 5 an M????? AM I FAT???? DO i HAVE SUPER LARGE BULKY HIPBONES and an ARSE the size of the Atlantic???
Felt so depressed afterward. But soon cheered up when I managed to fit into TWO S size blouses at Nicole. Which just goes to show, Somerset Bay deliberately sets out to encourage an anorexic world. wtf.
I like to think that size 3 outfits don't fit me in Somerset Bay because I have ample "assets" in the upper region, but then I'd just be shamelessly fooling and deluding myself. wtf.
And I have to write my literature analysis now or risk being sent out of class. And Law needs reading, it wont read itself.
Much love,
jw
ps: we studied several really beuatiful poems in class and I shall put one up now, as it really tugs at the strings of my heart. It is so heartbreaking, I'm sure you'll feel it too, when you read it.
Form Long Distance,
by Tony Harrison.
Though my mother was already two years dead Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, put hot water bottles her side of the bed and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone. He'd put you off an hour to give him time to clear away her things and look alone as though his still raw love were such a crime.
He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief though sure that very soon he'd hear her key scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief. He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.
I believe life ends with death, and that is all. You haven't both gone shopping; just the same, in my new black leather phone book there's your name and the disconnected number I still call.
So touching, isn't it? Imagine the height of love the poet's father had for his wife, till he refuses to let go of the memory of her, and conducts his life as though she is still alive.
It's as though he is reluctant to move on, for his life will be meaningless if he leads it alone... SO ROMANTIC LOH!!!!!!!!!!!
Literature really DOES make you a much more sensitive person. I'd encourage EVERYONE to study it when you come to college. Or maybe now? For O levels, I mean. You can even take it for SPM.
SPeaking of SPM... I've been having disturbing dreams of late, of getting my results... the big day is creeping near.. PRAY FOR ME!!!! I must believe in myself and trust that I did well, for if I don't, who else will? wtf am I blabbing about, I do not know.. wth.
must be off. See. Poem analysis belum jadi lagi. Tak yah tidur later. wtf.
I didn't finish my homework over the weekend because I spent the entire Friday and Saturday playing maple. On Sunday, I spent the day at One Utama wtg.
And I would, actually, if only the process weren't pure agony, whereby your nether regions literally SPLIT, and something the size of an apple tries to squeeze its way out there...
I wonder if I'll ever be a mother. I've told Jack many times that there's this 99% possibility that we'll marry and priolly never have kids cos I just CANNOT stand the pain, and I simply CANNOT understand HOW something THAT BIG comes out of "the down there" . It's unnatural. It really is.
And Jack always retorts by saying "Oh, good la, then when we die and are buried in our graveyards, nobody will come visit us " WTF. Also kicked the bucket already, nicely enjoying ourselves in heaven, where everyone runs around naked, so why bother if our graves are visited?? pfft.
To which I promptly retort, " Then YOU give birth la!"
And Jack'll say "HOW??!!!!"
And I'll prolly say...
.
.
.
.
"You only have two choices. Pick one" wtf.
It is my secret wish that they invent a super machine whereby the foetus can be teleported out of a woman's womb. No ceasarean, No pushing, No splitting of "down theres".
Oh, maybe they'd go one step further and actually teleport the ZYGOTE out!!! YESSS!!! Then no need get fat also!!!!! Just teleport the zygote out and keep it incubated or whatever, then afer 9 months, I'd just go back and collect my baby wtf.
Actually... I think I won't have a baby cos I CANNOT be fat. I just cannot.
ok, and now, Imma gonna say something really mean.... But nobody can judge me okay!!!! (ESPECIALLY SCOTT)
nvm la, don't want to say, sekali people say I discriminate slightly plump people wtf.
But for the record, everybody I know is NOT FAT lo, so let's not start a I-HATE-JIAWEI-COS-SHE-THINKS-I'M-FAT-CAMPAIGN.
=.=
Oh ya, back to the baby issue.
When I think about it, sure, I'd LOVE to have a baby to fuss over and coo over and play with, and dress up.. But then there're other things.. Like when it cries.. shits, pees.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
I think when the baby defaecates, I'd take him/her and throw him/her to Jack. Or mayeb while I'm carrying the baby, adn suddenly a waft of smelliness reaxches my nostrils, or a trickle of urine flows down my arm, I think I'll drop the baby and run to the nearest water source to wash myself off wtf.
Then the baby will drop on the floor, hit its head, and end up concussed wtf.
Oh dear.
Okla, maybe I only think this way cos I'm still "young and "unintelligent" wtf. Maybe when I grow older and REALLY have a baby (If I do, it'd most prolly be an accident, cos I love myself too much to purposely put myself in the path of agony and suffering wtf. ) , I'll love it with all my heart and I'll delight in cleaning up its poo and urine, and I'll lovingly wipe it's bottom with clean-wipes wtf.
harharharhar.
below are a few examples of cute children wtf. Semua my cousin.All shemelessly exploited by me for the purpose of this blog wtf.
Huihui, in MY princess gown and MY hairband.
(the princess gown , I LOANED her, but since she put it on, she hasn't given it back wtg)
my other cousin, Ying, who thinks whtie powder on ones nose is VERY beuatiful.
Jia Sheng, a cute boy who loves perfume, scented baby powder, and all things pleasant smelling wtg.
His sister, I forgot her name. SO CUTE RIGHT!!!!Like a little japanese doll!!! She's what makes me feel like popping one out wtf.
SO CUTE RIGHTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
Anybody who wants a baby as cute as this, my aunty says just stare at this baby's picture for long periods of time, then your baby will come out like that wtg.
=.= wtffffffffffffffffffffffff
