IPL treatment at MySolution

Let me tell you, this is solely a girls' topic.

I know I know, it's useless making this statement.The guys are eager to read on regardless.

Especially when I specifically stated it's just for girls.

Anyway, I went for full Brazillian IPL treatment.

What's that?

Go Google. I'm not quite keen to explain it here.

Further, the pros provides more detailed and accurate explanation.

So why did I go?

See, I'm a cheap person.

I've always wanted to try Brazillian wax, always want to feel the cleanliness,

but I'm cheap.

One day, I was browsing one of those websites set up solely for cheap person like me,

and saw this promotion on the IPL treatment.

The price was discounted by... Can I not do the math?

Originally, it was RM1.2k per session,

on promotion, it was RM960 for 4 sessions.

So I bought it.

And have to refrain myself from shopping for bajus and heels and food in the following weeks.

I have no idea what kind of treatment is that.

I didn't even bother to check it online,

didn't check on the consequences or so.

True Shang Hui fashion.

Impulsive and careless.

And so I went.

Slight diversion from the main,

I appreciate the fact that I am a person of no sense of direction,

but I've never thought that I would get lost at The Curve itself.

I went from e@The Curve, passed through the Street, and went round and round at The Curve, attempting to look for the place.

Yes, the address was printed on the voucher, the crumpled recycled paper I had been holding for.

Yes, there is a directory board around, and I have roughly checked it out.

No, I didn't manage to find the said place at one shot.

True Shang Hui fasion.

So I was 30 minutes late.

It was a weekday,

so they had not much customers anyway.

Filled in some form, read some clauses.

The therapist then brought me in for a complimentary legs-soaking, with a heated herbal pad placed over my shoulder.

I would call this calm before the storm.

Upon doing so, she directed me to a changing room,

and asked me to use the antiseptic for cleaning purpose.

And so I did.

I was then brought into that room of torture.

Yes, I paid to have pain inflicted upon me,

which I had no prior knowledge of.

Oh I'm such a masochist.

She started off by shaving.

Rather ticklish. And embarrassing.

My therapist was good anyway.

She eased the tensed situation off by chattering it through.

She told me her own experience on getting the treatment,

and some of her customer's stories.

She was amazed by one of the customers who talked on the phone while getting the treatment.

Huh? Why the amazement?

What's wrong with talking on the phone?

You will know.

Actually prior to all these, she recommended a cream, which she alleged would ease the pain while undergoing the treatment.

The problem was, I wanted to get back to college library in the shortest time possible.

I needed to study.

I am a nerd like that.

It required some 40 minutes for the cream to be absorbed before undergoing the treatment.

And so I passed.

Alright, back to the room of torture.

So I had gone through a round of embarrassment.

Next round was better though.

I was asked to wear a pair of goggles as the laser light can be very harmful to my eyes.

So I obeyed.

Better this way, at least I saw nothing.

I will give you one zap, so that you can get a feel of it.
If you cannot tahan, just let me know ya.

Okay, you managed to scare me.... can??

The zap will come after 3 beeps, alright?

And so I felt a tip pressed against the skin,

and,

beep,

beep,

beep,

zap! + flash!

I know, you can't feel it by merely reading it.

Now, get a lighted incense, press against your skin.

Feel it?

Good.

Mine is few times more painful.

Okay?

She asked.

Ya...

Egoism drove me into saying so.

Further, I paid. Of course I had to go on.

So she would give me 3 zaps on each spot - continuously.

For the more sensitive area, i.e., that with thinner skin, she would give 2 zaps - not continuously though.

The session lasted for around 15 minutes, with roughly 20 zaps inflicted.

For the first time I know, pain can actually cause a human to be sweaty.

And I smell burning air.

Good, the roots were burnt and dead.

Partly.

So, first session ended, which means... 2 news.

The good one, it's not that painful for the 2nd time.

Bad one, I still have to suffer the same (maybe lesser) pain for 3 times.

No worries.

I'm only 24, and if i have 60 years of life span,

I can be clean for 36 years.

Yeala may have a few strands left, but at least it's cleaner.

1111 Happy Singles' Day

Yo this is so yesterday, literally.

I didn't want to stay home because I wanted to celebrate this very special day (eh you thought everyone has the chance to celebrate huh? You, you, you, you and you and you and you also, go on and celebrate your Valentine's 七夕 etc etc etc *sour),
hence two of my besties were dragged out despite that one of them and I have to work on the very next day.
(and one of them is not even single)

Xuan music cafe @ Kuchai Lama is a place which we've always wanted to be.
One reason is that Yim Fui (original name Ying Huey)'s sister-in-law, a cafe singer is of the opinion that Xuan's singers sing well.

Another is that one day, we passed by Xuan and we saw that only a pathetic few of them occupy the table. We felt sad for the singers who can have interaction with no one except among themselves so we decided to do them a favour by paying them a visit and by giving them a chance to interact with us.

So Miao Yii (original name Mei Yi) and I both ordered some unusual drink - Roselle tea and black date vinegar. Yim Fui's was pretty ordinary - tomato juice. It's just that her tomato juice was yellow in colour instead of red. Okay my knowledge on plants is not that bad, I do realise that there are yellow tomatoes.

And Yim Fui had been busy playing this mind-fucking stuff.
I stopped playing while I had the contemplation to tear the whole thing apart.

The cafe closed at 1am and we ought to sleep by that time because as I have mentioned, both Miao Yii and I have to work and Yim Fui had been sleeping less than 15 hours in 3 days due to exam preparation. Superwoman or what??? I thought me sleeping less than 10 hours in 2 days is very geng already.

Next, we went to a place which is open all day long, my house.
(how come I feel cheesy saying so?)

So we spent 3 hours on playing with Carpy, attacking each other's acupuncture points, and playing different variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars on the piano.

And then it was 4am.
Which, I had only less than 4 hours to sleep.
Upon sending them back and washing up, it was already 4.20am.

So I came up of a brilliant way to prevent myself from oversleeping,
that was to sleep on the couch in the living room.
I am a light sleeper and I know that I would be awaken when my grandma open the gate.
And I thought that I would have no problem falling asleep as that is my usual napping spot.

You know what?
God read my mine, my wish was granted.
Now not only that I did not oversleep and will not be late for work, I have sufficient time to write as well.

I did not get to sleep at all.
I closed my eyes,
but something kept on running in my mind.
I wished I were dreaming but whenever I wanted to open my eyes, I could.
I hadn't fall asleep at all la.
Don't you envy that God treats me so well?

Aiyerrrrrr......
How laaaaaa??
I feel very de sleepy and it's raining now and it's good to sleep but I can't!!!!

Haiyer.
Okay geh... 3 hours of teaching wouldn't kill me.
And after that, I have 5 hours to sleep before I go to my night lecture.
It will work out well, I believe.

Oh yea, it's time for preparation.
Good morning.
And Happy Singles' Day.

My nostrils said hello.

Are you thinking, no wonder she is single...?

The narrator

I think I have been reading too much I have started to narrate my own life.

When I had my hands off the book, I could hear a faint little voice echoing in my mind, trying to search through the sea of vocabulary to describe whatever I was doing.

Erm I can assure you that I am not having any psychological disorder.
(most of the psycho patients say so anyway but that's different.
I am perfectly normal.
I am having holiday, perfectly relax, what could possibly make me go cuckoo?)

See, at the current moment, my narrator says:

While her fingers were still moving across the keyboard,
frequently pressing the backspace button to erase off the errors made,
her eyeballs rolled to the side while she was still facing the laptop.

She could only have a clearer mind so as to generate a better thought when she was not having thousands of letters in sight..

Yealar. Something like this lah.

The little voice wouldn't just go away.

See see it's coming again.

She frown.
The thought that she has a voice in her mind made her feel so sick.

Die lah. I can't get rid of the voice.
It's like I have turned into some character in the book and the author is trying to describe my thought, my movements and my everything so the reader could get what I am doing now.

Perhaps I really should take a break from reading.
For the past few days I have became a total nerd that I even brought a book to the buffet lunch.
*gasp* it's coming again.

The yummylicious little treats were placed before her but it seemed like her eyes were locked to those lines and nothing else could attract her attention.
This is not usual.
Food used to be at the position of the book - her eyes were locked to the food and nothing else could attract her attention.
'One more chapter,' she thought.
Chapters after chapters, the delectables still remain untouched.

Things are getting serious as food does not intrigue me as much as a book does!!
Food used to be top of the list and it is definitely unbeatable okay?

Nonono.
My holiday shall not only about books.

I shall start doing something else.
I can't just stick my butt onto the couch whole day and indulged myself between the lines.
First, churchmate is calling for my assistance to become the pianist for their songfest.
Yes, I will go, despite that I am not close to any of them and I am not a believer and I have different mindset with them but hey, it is something else beside books.

Second, one of the twitterian (hi CK! I doubt you will be reading though) will be having birthday celebration tomorrow at Yuen's and yes I will be there, despite that I have lose interest in food and the buffet price I will be paying does not worth the amount of food intake but hey, it is something else beside books.

And....

Okay at least I am not going entirely anti social.
Good for me.

She's here... Again....

She smiled in satisfaction at her outing plans which are sprinkled over the calendars,
thinking that she has a life,
and it's not all about books.

Please go die you little prick.
I don't wanna hear your voice anymore.

Secretly cursing her little narrator, she squinted her eyes, as if it helped in getting rid of it.
Back in her mind,
she clearly knows that it is not that easy.

Failed...

don't worry, my life's good =D

This was taken when everyone is perfectly ready and well posed.
And this, is what beneath all the glam and glitter.

If you know me well, you would have known that this is the real me.

Yes I am sampat that way.
Not the worst case though.
Wait till you meet the real me.

Pictures credit to kellysiew.

*just realise that I am keeping my words short and simple.
It's not very me.
I am running out of words, for once.

PaD - mega mind map

51 pages of information

*swoosh*

8 pieces of A4 paper
*swoosh*

thick cello tape
*swoosh*

Glue and scissors
*swoosh*

Piles of A4 papers in various colors
*swoosh*

Present to you,

The Mega Mind Map
*I did not add in the bubbles with PS. Unnecessary.
They are stuck on my mirror - not that it's necessary though*

Q: What's the *swoosh* about?
I'm trying to create the trailer effect -
when the scene in the trailer changes,
some sound effects would be cued.
Get it now?
K if you didn't get it just now,
scroll up again,
and try to imagine that.

If you know any lamer girl,
let me know.

We could be best friends.

RM250 worth of satisfaction

I opened my eyes this morning in an uber relaxing mood,
and looked at my phone, which read: 9.18a.m.

Holy mama fucking shit, I whispered in a tone of which only me myself could hear.
Sometimes I am quite amazed with my fluency of blurting foul words.
(Resolution #2142 is hence broken - but I forgive myself - no one heard that anyway)
I hope that I can be equally fluent in daily conversation too but things always go against the will.
I guess practice makes perfect then.

For your information, I'm having class at 10am sharp,
it usually takes me an hour for preparation,
which includes an early morning refreshing shower;
having nutritional breakfast which usually includes red dragon fruit/kiwi, spirulina oats (or coffee if I sleep less than 5 hours) and ocasionally, soft-boiled egg;
and preparing tea (and sometimes strawberry as snacks) for my consumption in class.
It is Sunday, hence traffic would be presumbly smooth hence it would take me 15 minutes drive to reach college.

I should have woke up at 9am and I am 18 minutes late!!!
So in the end, I am 18 minutes late to class too.

Wait. I have not gone into my point yet. All these facts have no direct link to my RM250 worth of satisfaction.
Well, perhaps they could be linked- it depends on how you interpret it.

Can I stop my grandmother story and go straight into the point?

Yes.
I woke up late because I slept late - 3.30am is late for me.
I slept late because I just bought something worth RM250 and I played with it till 3.30am.
Yes it sounds wrong - some readers would have in mind that it is some sex toy which I am referring to but NO, you are so wrong if you are thinking of this. Yes la I thought of this because I have polluted mind too.

I still haven't gotten into my point yet.
K.
Now.
So I bought a lens.
By that I don't mean contact lens. I don't play with contact lens. I wear them.
It might be inferred that well you wear them + you camwhore = play with them.
Sad to say although I may seem like a narcissist but seriously, I am not one - I am pretty cincai with my appearance and I don't have much of the camwhoring pictures.

K... Seriously, now, straight to the point pretty please.
I bought a camera lens for RM250.
A 50mm f1.8 lens =)=)=)
(I'm not gonna write about what is this 50mm and f1.8 about because I am not a professional.
I bought it for self pleasure - not because I want to become some professional photographer or so.)

The standard market price for this lens is about RM300+- and God I got it about 4/5 of the market price!!
Well it is an used item but it looks new so who cares?
The effect of the usage is identical anyway~

See, there is one thing which triggers my urge to buy it -
the shape bokeh trick.
I leave the explanation to the experts.

In short, by using some simple tools, you could be able to create some shaped lights accordingly.

I used this ruler instead of cutting out or punching out shapes.
I have no idea how old this ruler is - I did not throw it because I think that it could be put into usage one day - perhaps I could pass it to my children and my grandchildren and my great grandchildren then my grandchildren could tell my great grandchildren that nah this one belongs to your great popo/mama - this is how they used to draw out shapes (by then all of them would have forgotten what is carbon pencil and all of them would have started to draw with the drawing palette attached to the computer.)

Can I go back to my shaped bokeh project?
Yes.
K.
Basically I just have to poke a hole on a piece of paper a move it around the brilliantly invented ruler as desired.

Then I put it in front of the lens like how we put a lens hood.
I tried it with my kit lens but failed.
Hence I am determined to buy this lens.

So this is the original night view from my balcony.
KLCC and KL tower. Don't play play.

This is when I turn out the focus point. I don't know the exact terms for it but basically I just put the lens into the manual focus mode and turn the front part of the lens - again, I'm bad in theory - I don't know the exact term.
And magic happens when you put the ruler in front of the lens.......







Tadahhhhhhhhh~~~~
Twinkle twinkle little stars,
how I wonder what you are.
I can't help - I am a piano teacher who teaches kids in playing nursery rhymes.

And move the poked paper onto the moon.So cute~!!! The city of moons~!!!!!
Now it looks like the ghosts in the pacman game.

Next~!
City of arrows.

And then I tried to change the focus point of the lens and it resulted in this. Smaller arrows.
If your eyes are sharp enough, you would have notice that even the KLCC and the KL tower are in the shape of an arrow!!Attempted to turn the arrow to the point to the left so that I can create lame captions such as to the left, to the left but then the ruler doesn't allow me to do so - well it's abit troublesome to do so - too lazy to explain here.

And the mushy cheesy part.Awwwww.... love is in the air.........
=.=
Awwwwww... I heart hearts.........
=___________________=

It's no doubt a super simple trick but it is sufficient to keep me satisfied for all night long dy.
Maybe all day long - plus today.
Oh it could be 2-day long - I am still feeling satisfied now.
RM250 in exchange with satisfaction and less emoness, worth it man~

(Chung Shang Hui. You do realise that you are having exam in 2 months time don't you?)

First and last solo jazz performance in my life

As titled.

The consequences of this performance:
1. I managed to shed off a few pounds - bwahahahahahahahahahahaha
2. I hurt my butt while practising- I thought I could not split anymore but it turned out to be alright
3. I hurt my spine - painful till today
4. I hurt my left inner thigh - hence couldn't really point my toes properly...

Anyway,
I have no idea where all the guts came from.
I guess money has the greatest power of all.
See, students who are involved in the performance would be entitled to a special rate of the ticket,
yea right, discounted by RM20 from the original rate, which makes it a good RM40.
Yes yes yes I am stingy like that.

I did not realise that the stage is carpeted and it is that gigantic until the night of rehearsal,
a night before the real thing.
I couldn't really do my slides on the carpeted stage and apparently, there is no room for me to move around as well.
In the end, I had to modify my steps.
On the night itself,
I then realise that the space was more limited as that drum and the keyboard have almost taken up half of the stage.
T.T
What to do?
pandai-pandai la....

This, perhaps, would be my first and last solo jazz performance in my life.
In the end, I didn't get to win anything,
but, kolotly speaking,
I really appreciate the opportunity given.
Conclusion, I was pretty satisfied with my own performance,
at least I tried~~~~not bad yea?
I quit ballet at my age of 14 by the way~

Now, the video,
if you are interested..

2 of all~
Yes yes yes I am a narcissist like that.
I love looking at myself in the video.
Different angles ma.



Note 2:13, that was where I made the mistake because I wanted to smile at the camera bwahaha.
I was basically looking at the sound engineers because I wanted them to tune up the volume - but I forgotten what's louder in Malay, so I was just smiling to them like an idiot.

By the way, the stick is basically a curtain rail from Daiso.

K~
will write about the prom night on the next post.
A prom night which does not seem like a prom night.
Which prom night is set at a room which does not have a dance floor???

Oh... maybe I should write about Audrey Wilson's fabulous performance which you should not miss it.

*credits to Vern and AnsonTeo and Jessica for the beautifully captured pictures*
*credits to AprilLim and JoannaAudrey for the brilliantly captured videos*
*credits to YimFui and MiaoYii for assisting on the audition video*

Chameleon Chung

Call me Chung.

Chameleon Chung.
I'm no longer Cheryl for today.
I'm Chameleon.

A pink chameleon I am.
Wakaka.

Or.. or.. or..
You may call me Cat Chung.
You have no way to deny that it is a cat costume although I didn't look like one at all when I had them on me - those are kids' costume afterall.

The cat and the chicken - which claimed that the cat would eat the chicken hence quickly took off the chicken costume because it did not want to be eaten.

And the only human who was so kind to help out the chicken on its costume.


=.=

I guess I'm getting lame.
I was commented to be so when I updated my status on facebook as:

You are forgiven for not thinking of me because if you do, your mind will have no room for other stuff-
afterall, I'm too fat. Wakakakakakaka.

Lame meh?

Not too bad right?

*no wonder I still don't have a boyfriend. Sigh*

Drama

(The title is based on MTV Movie Awards.
No Nominees.
All of them are winners)
Best Movie
Failure of a cheap slut luring a guy

Goodness. The title tells the whole story.
But hold.
You haven't known the storyline yet.
You don't know how cheap is the slut.
You don't know how does she fail.
You don't know the climax of the whole drama.
You don't know anything yet.
So stay tune.

Best Female Performance
Christine or Christie something.

Best Male Performance
Mr. Draggie
Yeap. Identity not to be revealed.

Breakthrough Performance (female)
April Lim
She has been a bitch for an hour.
I mean... April Lim?? How could you relate her to a bitch??
Contrary to the popular belief, she is not bitchy AT ALL.
You can't equate her to a bitch just because she is hawt.
But in the last hour, she is the real bitch.
A self-declared bitch for merely an hour.

Breakthrough Performance (male)
Mr. Innocent
Well. Nothing much to break.
But there are only 5 people starring this movie, which, only 2 of them are guys.
Since Mr. O is the best actor, Mr.V shall crown this.

Best Director.
We can't decide. There is no director in this drama.
Well, who need a director when the actors and actresses are so good?

Best Comedic Performance
The whole drama is a comedy.
Perhaps, a tragic.

Best Cinematography
Cheryl Chung
She has nothing better to do. Really.

Best Villain
April la who else.
She was the only one with malicious thoughts.

Best Kiss
There is only one kiss in that drama.
So April got bored of playing that game and got out of the car and pecked Mr. Draggie on his lips and said 'I see you in a while'
It was an accident according to April.
Well, obviously, the kiss could not be an accident.
She said she wanted to kiss him on the cheek but accidentally kissed him on the lips.
Yeap.

Best Fight
I imagine me slapping that girl because she is too draggy.
What a waste of time.
Anyway, this actually doesn't count because in reality, I didn't slap her.
That was just my imagination.

Best WTF Moment

When Christine or Christie or whatever she is kept on sitting on the bonnet of Mr. O's car's and refused to do anything.

This was her sulking while poor innocent Mr. Innocent was trying to convince her to enter the car.

Sypnosis
The whole drama started with this drama queen, Christine/Christie. Literally.
So when Mr. Draggie and Mr. Innocent came to join us at our table,
this drama queen followed as well.
She cheered with the guys and membottom-upkan her glass of Carlsberg.
When she finished, she covered her mouth, showing sign of discomfort.
Being ignored for about 30 seconds or so, Mr. Draggie held her shoulder, and made her sit.
Mr. Draggie then said he was going to the toilet, and Christine demanded to follow.

*Moments later*

Venue changed. Currently was at the lift waiting area.
Me the audience and April the soon-to-be bitch got bored with the Library,
and went out, thought of going to somewhere else,
they then saw both Christine's hands were laid on Mr. Draggie's shoulder,
with Mr. Draggie's arms around her waist.

Funny thing being, Mr. Draggie looked at us, showed a sign that he needed help.
And we ignored.

Don't yawn yet. Climax soon.

We then went to the toilet.
(ok that's not the point)

We then met up with Mr. Draggie, who said that he had passed Christine to his friend, Mr. Innocent.
April and Mr. Draggie then decided to do something to get rid of Christine.
April then acted drunk (classic...) and Mr. Draggie hugged April on her waist, acted to bring her to the car (duh).
They then *purposely* went to look for Mr. Innocent, with the intention to show Christine that 'wei you have got no chance already'.

The evil partner-in-crime. Christine/Christine was at the other side of the wall, while Mr. Innocent was comforting him.

After some hoohas and discussion, somehow, Christine wanted to follow Mr. Draggie home.

-_____________-

So all of us went to our car.
Since April was drunk, she sat at Mr.Draggie's front passenger seat, and Christine got very beh song about it.
She refused to get into the car... WTF.
So the poor me, who was sitting in my own car, just waited impatiently while watching the whole drama going on.
I didn't know how the discussion went on.
This is Mr. Draggie trying to carry April into the car while Miss Christie/Christine behsongly looking at them.

I could see Mr. Draggie brought Christine's bag out of the car and passed it to her and she refused to take it.
I could see Mr. Draggie and Mr. Innocent took turn to hold Christine's hand, wanted to bring her into the car but she refused to move her heavy butt from the bonnet.

Dadadadadadadadadadada...

15 minutes or 20 minutes or God knows how many minutes later,
April got out of the car, and kissed Mr. Draggie's on the lips,
said 'I'll see you in a while',
and got into my car,
and then we drove off.

The drama still go on but the audience as well as the cameraman has left.

So.

*the end*

Behind the scene:
Christine slept nakedly at Mr Draggie's house but Mr Draggie just didn't give a fuck (woo clever pun I have here)
Christine poured Coke on Mr Draggie's arm when she saw Mr O hugging another girl in the club.
Christine insisted Mr Draggie to bring her to the doctor when she was sick.
Mr Draggie saw Christine when he opened his bedroom door (creepy!)
Mr Draggie's keys were lost after Christine visited his house.

Comment:
What a cheap slut.
Why la wanna make yourselves so cheap?
You are young,
you are not ugly,
you will have plenty of chances.

Why do you wanna scratch your own face just to make someone to shag you?
Goodness.
I wish I won't have such a daughter in the future.

Hosting

Am too lazy to think of any creative title.
Have so used to the laziness nowadays.
Simple enough, hosting.

*comparatively few pictures were uploaded. My guests simply don't like to take pictures*

One Friday night, as usual, I had my labtop on my lab, watching tv while fooling around on the net, an US girl named Tamer text me on couchsurfing.org, told me that she and her sisters (two of them, aged 16 and 14 relatively) were staying at a guesthouse at Petaling Street by then, and asked if I could lend them a space for few days.

Then, you know what happened la. I promised. I wouldn't be here, writing this post, if I hadn't promised.

So on the next day, I picked them up at Petaling Street, and brought them to 金莲记 for lunch, thought that they would enjoy it.

Well, as I said, that was merely my thought.

I ordered claypot lou shu mee, Cantonese styled Yin Yong and the very famous Hokkien mee of which 金莲记 is known for (plus pork chop, which they requested for). Being someone whose college is at Petaling Street, of course I know what are good here.

It turned out to be... the 2 younger ones can't eat shrimp. If they were to eat it, somewhere at their neck would get swollen which leads to suffocation and... die.
*sigh*

Which means. Cantonese styled Yin Yong and Hokkien mee.

They could only have pork chop and Claypot Lou shu mee.
And they don't like it. Hence in the end, they eat very little, while the elder sister and me finished almost everything (except for the pork chop).

Anyway, let's skip the unhappy stuff (or rather happy stuff cause I got to eat all of my favs in one meal) and move on.

We then went to the Golden Triangle. The typical tourist spot.
Even am not a tourist the frequency of me going there is quite high as well.
Their purpose of coming to KL is not shopping hence we were basically mall hopping. From Time Square to Sungei Wang then to Lot 10 and head to Pavillion and lastly backed to Times Square again of which, the youngest one Caitlin requested some 'typical Western food' for dinner.

Papa John we went.

Selepas dinner, we walked through the cinema and little Hannah got really high when she saw the Harry Potter poster.
(yes. Harry Potter. I hosted them one month ago)
And then, yes, we went into the cinema.
They told me that they wouldn't be able to watch that as they would be traveling for another four months. The two young ones are not studying in the school anymore and their education is based on home schooling.

Tsk tsk tsk, something that us Asian would not go for.

'huh your son is not studying anymore?'
'haiyah how can let children travel liddat leh?'
'then cannot enter uni leh...
cannot enter uni cannot get cert leh..
cannot get cert cannot get rich leh..
cannot get rich cannot get family leh...'

Blah.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yea. Times Square. Papa John's. Harry Potter. Then home. And sleep.

Then it was noon when we woke up on the next day.
This is a boring day. I just brought them to buy some of their essentials, and some of the knitting tool (Chung Shang Hui is going to learn knitting~) and I went to fetch my brother at KL Central which we would passby National Muzeum (and we went) and then I went to work and my brother took care of them by bringing them to some food court and... The end.

The third day was rather exciting.

You would not have guessed what they wanted to do.

So they looked on wikipedia, and found out this volunteering program in the National Zoo and they got really excited about it and...

We went. I dragged my brother along as well.

I'd never thought of how a volunteer program in the zoo would be - I dare not to think of it.
I'm afraid of disappointment.
Since I have never tried it, there's no harm in doing so, right?
(yea the only harm is that Cheras ---> National Zoo = VERY FAR.
And I did not know the road to the zoo [thank you map] Shut up now I know already MRR2 go straight right? I'm smart thank you yadda yadda)

Alright, so we reached there at about 8.00am - on time. Malaysian timing doesn't apply on me when I am responsible for something. If we ever late for that, we wouldn't be entertained for that day and we would have to go for the next day.
I hate it when my guests get disappointed.

We went in this place called the education department and waited to be distributed.

And we got this sticker written 'Zoo Negara Volunteer'.Yea right.

The conclusion of all is that - it is not fun at all - except while feeding the bears and the otters.
Long tongue~
Preparing for supplement for the bears with bread wrapped around and dipped with honey~
And feed~

The demanding looks of the otters are cute~!!

We were basically doing something unproductive. Something that they wouldn't have done it if they were no so called volunteers.

For example,
okay this is not an example. My guests were cleaning the bear cage - it's a daily routine of a zookeeper, so they basically would do it even without us.

But for us....

Cleaning some literally bullshit place. It was besides the cage of the bulls.
So really, don't be surprised if you find any bullshi here.

*break*
Resting with the zookeeper.
The only zookeeper who treated us as human.

Biscuit from the states for teatime~

*back to work* >.< Bergotong-royong in cleaning the fish breeding area.

And... the end of the day.

At night we went to Malaysian's favourite place, the mamak stall.
The two young ones who craved for sugar love roti tisu to bits...
Ahhh.. Finally. There is some edible Eastern food. =.=

And that was the last night they slept at my place~

Sent them to KL Sentral next day, and yeap, that's the end of the story.

*like writing any essay during high school, we will have to write a conclusion - more often we would write down our own feeling towards the whole matter and that's what I'm gonna do now*

Hosting... Can be quite tiring.
Well, traditionally, you do not have to chauffeur and tour them around but I do believe in Karma. I was treated damn well when I was hosted hence I wanted my guests to leave a good impression about me too, particularly, about Malaysia.

It is not difficult to talk to someone that you don't know at all - afterall, you don't know them! You can basically share EVERYTHING because you know nothing about them.

Two weeks after that, I hosted an Austrian girl who is 3 months younger than me.
More pictures were taken with that girl and I will write about that in my post.

Btw, can I have some cream cheese frosting from the states? (they brought it around because they two young ones are sucker for sweet stuff)

While waiting...

It's been so long since the last time I took proper pictures.

If I keep on doing this, I guess I will age 10 times faster than others.

Karma

What goes around comes around,
what goes up must comes down.

People, do believe.

Last time, I used to ignore his calls. As an angry girlfriend.
Now, it's his turn for not picking up the phone. As an ignorant debtor.

Nevermind.
It will come back to you one day.

Psychotic bitch

This is a post which does not really worth reading. Just another post to voice out my behsongness. Yea dearest ex you are so right I am so gonna blog about it.

Psychotic bitch. I am referring to myself. I am a good friend, a good daughter, a good sister, a good granddaughter, a good girlfriend, a good girl as a whole, but I clearly know that I'm not a good ex-girlfriend.

You know what? I've gone all psychotic when I got to know that he is now in a relationship. Okay la no, he didn't really tell that he's in a relationship. But being a smart and suspicious girl I am, I could guess it from his tone. The way he tried to hide something, the way he tried to avoid something and the way he ignored my calls (plural plural). Keep on saying not convenient bla bla bla. Afterall I had been in a relationship with him for 3 freaking years, so I kinda like understand him you see.

He admitted it (vaguely) after bugged by me. (*shake head* psychotic bitch) Yerrr damn zun la my intuition. Then I kept on bugging him (*shake head* childish psychotic bitch) and got to know a fact or 2 about that girl. He even said that 'that girl very good de lor. She never forced me' =.= yeayeayea. Because she is so good that she accepts the original him. She never forced him to quit smoking (hello neither did I. You stopped it for me. I just said something like I don' t want a smoker bf. You went on and quit it and I didn't force you) and never forced him to go back home early. Hello again. You bastard said that you have no money to go out with me (we were going dutch all along) but then you have money to fulfill your very happening nightlife? You go, guy. Found someone who super matches you, someone who comes from your world. If that's the case why did you come after me last time? Duh.

Frankly speaking, I feel sour. Alright I have to stress that NO I don't have any feeling for him anymore (yes yes dear readers I know that you are guessing so but seriously NO. But still even if I said no you will say something like ceh you don't wanna admit only ma but seriously, no. don't have) I'm feeling sour because he has the money to court a girl, to paktoh, but has no money to clear the debt???!!! WTF WTF WTF

I was in the gym room when I confirmed that he has a new girl and spent donno how long on the steppers but I didn't feel tired at all. Was trying to convert madness into energy and yes, it worked superbly well. I so feel like spending 35 bucks (yes AirAsia is that cheap) and fly to KK just to get that 1.2k from him face by face. Urrrrgghh.

Haiyah seriously donno what to do now. I read what I've typed minutes. Realised that I'm a super childish psychotic bitch. Shang shang shang. Cool cool cool. It's just 1.2k (T.T noooooo. Don't use the word just. 1.2k is a lot for me!) Chillax la girl!! Shit la I'm talking to myself now. I'm splitting myself now. I guess I'm in a serious need of a psychologist.

p/s: btw I made it 1.3k. For interest incurred thereof. It's been more than a year okay. And for.. psychiatric harm he caused to me because he has a girlfriend before I have a boyfriend. Afterall he said he wouldn't go for another girl ma and he broke his promise. (okay seriously this excuse is super lame. I'm not that selfish la afterall I asked for the breakup. It's just an excuse to make him pay the additional 100 bucks. - if he ever pays)

End of a post by a chilidsh psychotic bitch. Shall transform back to the mature angelic girl now. (=.=) Live my own life la. Shouldn't bother so much about an ex's relationship status now.

Guhonness strikes

Guhon = Kiamsiap = Kedekut = Stingy = Thrifty *ahem*

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For real?
Seriously??

YES.

Not much difference though.

Nah see. Told you so.
Don't have to compare too much la.
It's still me anyway.

And...
Reflections are fun to play with.