Adele's 21st Part Two

The birthday girl lookin' smokin'!



The pretty cake!



[Standing L-R] Mel, Yas, Me, Adele, Sara, Div, Elise and her boyfriend (if I'm not mistaken).
[Sitting L-R] Shahirah, Jeevers, Caryn, Vik BFF.


Same-lah but I got a special kiss from the birthday girl! :D
Look at my BFF; so happy because he's on the couch with both his girlfriends, hehe
(Caryn, you're cuter than Jeevs, don't worry).

Which Part of 'Leave Me Alone' Don't You Understand?

That night when you called and I made the mistake of answering, you promised you wouldn't call again or read my blog. You are still reading my blog. You said that is the point of having a public blog. You're wrong.



My parents can read my blog.

My cousins can read my blog.

My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend can read my blog.

My boyfriend's ex-girlfriend can read my blog.

Strangers that call me fucking bitch and slut can read my blog.

Pink unicorns and crippled fairies and cross-eyed monkeys can read my blog.

But YOU cannot read my blog.

I'M FORBIDDING IT.



Yes, you stayed awake to help me tag my legislation book.

Yes, you wrote and played songs about me.

Yes, I puked on you in your car.

I have more than made up for that with every chance I gave you to prove yourself worthy of my friendship. Chances you just took a dump on without so much as a blink.




You said you'd never find anyone as awesome as me and I wish I could say the same about you.

You said you would never forget me but I have already forgotten you.

Prove to me that you have finally made me a promise you're willing to keep; stay away from me.

Adele's 21st Birthday

On Adele's birthday last week, we went for a quiet 'Girls Only' lunch in Fremantle to celebrate because almost everyone had assignments due or tests coming up.

The view from Kaili's, where we had fish and chips.



The sexy birthday goddess.



Me. Adele. Shahirah. Divya.



Still us, with a different pose
(by different pose, I mean I somehow managed to make my eyes look even smaller).



Shahirah and I.



Shahirah. Sara. Me. Adele. Divya.



Adele wanted to know why there is so much space in between us.
What happened was, we used the timer on Sara's camera.
Then Shahirah said, "Move to the right" so we would fit nicely in the middle of the picture
but I think Adele and Divya didn't get the memo, hehe.



Me. Adele. Divya. Shahirah.



Still us, but cuter.







I know I look 'damn unglam' wearing my slippers but I like this photo a lot.
I almost wanted to Like! it on Facebook and then comment on how cute we looked.
Sometimes I wonder why I have any friends.



I did not know I was in this shot.
I thought Sara was taking a photo of Divya and Shahirah.
As soon as I said "I thought you said you want to go to the gym today?",
Divya and Adele knew who was at the other end of the line
and chorused "Yes, go to the gym!"




I've been trying to get my legs to tan a little so that my arms and legs would
at least look like they belong to the same body but to no avail.
The universe loves me like that.
















(Credits to Sara for the photographs)

The weather was perfect for a lovely lunch and stroll/light shopping after that. I am so lucky to be blessed with so many high-happiness-factor days. More of those to come, pretty please?

Halloween 2009

I was not planning on attending the student village Halloween party but the girls decided to go about 3 hours before the event so I had to figure out what to wear. I chose to go as a schoolgirl (the not-so-naughty version). Rogan teased that I don't look any different from my usual self.

 

Both Kiki and I are dressed as schoolgirls; though Kiki did pull off the look a lot better than I did.

 

 

 

That’s me holding Greg’s beer for him when he went to the toilet, with Mel and Divya on the right.

I wanted to hold the axe but he refused to let me have it.

Isn’t it ironic that Nawar’s halo is perfectly positioned over my head while I’m looking like an alcoholic?

 

 

 

Me, Adele, Mel, Divya, Yasmin and Shahirah.

 

 

 

Greg, finally reunited with his beer but Yasmin managed to steal his axe.

 

 

 

Harry Potter!

 

 

 

Me, Caryn the Catwoman, Shahirah and Yasmin the Bohemian Babe.

 

 

 

Goody-Two-Shoes meets Nawar the Angel.

 

 

 

Me, Shahirah, Caryn.

 

 

 

Me, Yas, Rogan in the back dressed as the Karate Kid (or whoever he’s supposed to be), Caryn and Shahirah.

 

 

 

Okay, I don’t actually know some of the girls so I won’t embarrass myself by trying to name them.

 

 

 

Me, Caryn. Shahirah. Yas.

 

 

 

Caryn. Me. Nawar. Shahirah. Yas. Christiana.

Mel and Adele in the front.

 

 

 

P.Chen and I.

 

 

Credits to Shahirah, Caryn and Yasmin for the photos. I know some of them are pretty dark but I’m too lazy to edit them on Photoshop. There are tonnes of other photos of the event floating around on Facebook and as always, I’m only posting the ones in which I don’t look like the lovechild of Shrek and Golum.

The Bitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Whale-Watching

About two weeks ago, on a hot Sunday afternoon, we went on a whale-watching trip in Fremantle organized by the Malaysian Association of our university. It was $50 per person including a BBQ dinner, which I think is money well spent for the experience. And somehow, I managed to buy a maxi dress for $10 to wear in the summer before we boarded the boat. Shopping WIN.

Me, Yas, JJ in the back, Azfar with the semi-retarded pose, and Caryn in the boat.



That's half of Caryn, Shahirah and I.
Shahirah reckons I'm always camera-ready but I told her it's the Yasmin training.
Half a year of Yasmin sneaking up on you trying to get idiotic-looking photos and you have to wise up.



Whales!



More whales!



Still whales... What did you expect-lah? WHALE-WATCHING.
Probably the same ones but I can't tell the difference.







That's me, shielding my face from the trauma that is the scorching hot sun.
Christiana at the bottom right.



Another whale.



Nawar and Christiana.
Yasmin behind.
Shahirah and I.



At the BBQ dinner after whale-watching.
Poser tak jadi.



(Credits to Eman, Shahirah, Caryn and Yasmin for the photos. The artsy ones are Eman's.)

P/S: I've still got photos from my Margaret River trip but there are quite a lot; I won't have time to go through them and upload them before my final papers. I'll have them up before you know it :D

Celebrating Cultural Diversity

When I was younger, people often mistook me for being Malay or Chindian, among other things, due mostly to my tan complexion, I think. Now, even though I've become slightly fairer and look about as Chinese as you can get, people still say I am Indian on the inside or as I have demonstrated during a recent roadtrip to Margaret River, super Melayu as well (Tagline: 'Eh, ko ingat ko hensem ye?").

So is it any wonder that I still celebrate Hari Raya and Deepavali even when I'm here so far away from home?

Swan Festival of Lights in the city
with Caryn, Yasmin, Shahirah and Eman (he's the one that took the photo).



Caryn, me and Yasmin:
Hari Raya open house hosted by Razeen and Nawar.



[Standing L-R] Alwin, Vishant, Emanjit, Philip, Razeen, Adele, Mel, Divya.
[Seated L-R] Nana (Razeen's sister), Nawar, Shahirah, Shayma, Yas, Caryn and me.
Family away from home :D
Good food, good company; what more can I ask for?



Shayma, Yasmin, Caryn and me at the Hari Raya gathering.

The Bitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Golfing

On a Sunday afternoon over a month ago, Jarred and Alex almost knocked down my door to get me to wake up to golf at a driving range in Leeming. I am not a fan of the sun and I am crap at golf, but I'm glad I went because we had so much fun.

The obligatory pose.


Justine and Greg, Team Mauritius!



Kiki and I.



Kiki and I with Alex to the right.



Jarred, the only one among us who even had an inkling of what he was doing.



That's me, being the pro-golfer that I was born to be.
Even from my stance, you can tell I'm destined for greatness.



Alex.



Greg.



Kiki.

After golfing, we decided to get a huge tub of Baskin Robbins ice cream and lazed around the pool to cool down. Then we had dinner together before I headed out for a night-walk to enjoy the pleasant breeze. Mmm. The perfect way to wrap up what was a perfect weekend.

The Bitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Sandboarding

As I mentioned in the previous post, the recent study break was filled with activities. I went indoor rock-climbing, sand-boarding, golfing at a driving range, swimming and tanning by the pool (in a bikini!) and then took a 3-day, 2-night trip down to Margaret River.

I know I'm way behind in my postings because all these happened at least 3 weeks ago but I've been neck-high in assignments, essays and tests so you'll just have to forgive me or answer to my mother.

Michael, Julien, Cat, Kee Ghin, another guy whose name escapes me at the moment, and I went sand-boarding on a Saturday afternoon at the sand dunes in Lancelin, which is about an hour's drive away. We rented the boards at a convenience store for $10 each hour (if my memory serves me right). We didn't need one board each, so we just shared 3 boards between the six of us.

The most important thing to remember is to put on sunscreen, bring a bottle of water and go to the toilet before you go to the sand dunes because there were no public toilets within sight. Also, store your belongings in a big plastic bag or you'll find sand in your bag even a month later. Wear slippers, unless you like having sand in your shoes (which drives me insane).

At first, we couldn't quite figure out how to get the boards to go down the dunes smoothly without getting stuck in the middle. Then we realized the trick is to find the steeper angles and to wax the undersides of the boards. That was when the fun began.

It was NOT fun having to climb up again with the board after surfing down though. After a while, it became a torture to climb up because it was so difficult, tiring and endless.

There were some dirt-bikers out to soak up the good weather too.



The sand dunes.



A stretch of powdery white sand.



Kee Ghin.



Michael.



Me picking up the board.



Me picking up the board again (is it just me or is that all I seem to have done?).



Cat and I.



Still Cat and I. The winds were pretty strong.

Definitely something I would want to do again.

The Bitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Rockclimbing

Over the last study break, I decided to get out and do some different things. I tried indoor rock-climbing for the first time at this place called The Hangout with Divya, Vishant, Melissa, Philip, Adele and Eva.

Obviously I did not try any expert-level walls but I was pretty proud of myself for reaching the top of every wall I set my mind on climbing. And everyone else should be proud of me too; physical activity AND ass way up there in the air for all to see? Hello, if I'm not getting at least a Nobel prize nomination for that, then I don't know what's wrong with the world.

I had more trouble coming down than going up because I realized I have some serious trust issues. I found it so difficult to completely lean back and trust the belayer; I kept a tight grip on the ropes which made it very painful for my poor palms.

Not as easy as it looks.



Siblings Vishant and Divya.



Adele belaying while Mel climbs.
Mel totally kicked all the girls' asses.



Me. Mel. Adele. Divya. Eva.



Anyone that makes fun of my pose gets a punch in the face.
Please-ah, if I'm good at posing, I'll go to work as a model, no time for rock-climbing anymore.

(Photo credits: Melissa and Eva)

It was very enjoyable and I am glad I stepped out of my comfort zone. Skydiving, anyone?

This Is War

I left my room for about 10 minutes today to talk to Greg and came back to find the ceiling in my room in this condition:




My toothbrush, toothpaste, mascara, mirror, teddy bear, keys, scissors and Nixoderm taped to the ceiling.

"JARRED! ALEEEEEEEEEEX! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE!"

"What? Aren't ceilings supposed to look like that?"

Girl Gossip (GG)

J: He's really hot!

X: I love his arms.

K: Yeah, his body's... wow.

J: Well, his head is not bad either.

Caryn's 21st Birthday

Two weekends ago, we celebrated Caryn's 21st birthday on the Saturday before Hari Raya. Pre-drinks at her flat, then clubbing at Metro City. The complete albums are on Caryn's and Yasmin's Facebook accounts. I only picked the ones in which I look remotely human:

SexyBack/Sexy Bitch



Me. Yasmin. Eman. Caryn. Chris.



Me. Lydia.



Shahirah. Caryn. Half my face. Yasmin. Divya. Melissa.



Yasmin. Me. Shahirah.



Philip. Me. Divya. Lydia.



Me. Emankiut (I won't call you Emanjit for the next hour).

It was a good night out, although Metro City was so empty (they hosted the Asian Cocktail the night before that). But oh well, more space for us.

Emotional Abuse

Michael says (4:34 AM):
That's the difference.
I'm awesome and you're a tree.
Okay, back to anime.

Lulu Lunaberry says (4:34 AM):
=.=
And you dare call ME Anime Girl.
The 'tak-tahu-maluness'.

Michael says (4:34 AM):
I watch anime.
You're a freakin anime.

Stuffs (Because It's Plural)

Here are pictures of some of my latest purchases.

A black knitted vest from SUPRÉ.



A denim-style schoolgirl skirt from SUPRÉ.



A statement baby-tee from SUPRÉ.



A black baby-tee from SUPRÉ.



A grey hooded jumper or whatever you'd call it.



A scarf from Jeanswest.



A baby blue and silver belt from Forever New.



Belly-rings.



A set of rings from Diva.







Oh, by the way, I kena-ed.
This is what I saw when I opened my room door this morning.




A sneak peek at the photo entry coming soon:

P/S: Do not fret; these are all sale items.

New Kids On The Block

This is Kirsten's door after Alex and Jarred stuck newspaper all over the frame. When Kirsten opens the door tomorrow morning, she'd walk straight into a layer of newspaper.

Alex and Jarred are my new flatmates and they are very fond of pranks. The other day, they put shower gel over my door knob.

But that is nothing compared to what they did to Kirsten. Over the weekend, they froze Kirsten's toothbrush and room-key in a block of ice. She had to melt the ice-blocks to get her belongings out. They also switched her drawers when she was in the kitchen and put walnuts all over her room (apparently to encourage her to eat healthily).

Kirsten tried to get back at them by shrink-wrapping Alex's deodorant and hair wax, as well as Jarred's wallet.

But the boys got back at her by somehow fixing something on their door knob so that anyone that touched it would be given an electric shock.

Kirsten wants suggestions on how to get back at the two brats. Any ideas?