Thursday, July 27, 2006

A happy weekend

Friday 21st July 2006
Finished shoot on Friday. *Yippiee*. Went to Laundry right after shoot on Friday with Joanne, Nana and Meredith for our wrap party. We were so tired that it didn't take a long time for us to get drunk. Had two glasses of wine and I was already *high*. Obviously, for me it was not enough. Had to order my all time favourite drink Long Island in Laundry. That was a killer. Many of my friends were that that night. Meet up with Steve, Sylvia, Leonard aka pervet and Claire. Kevin was there with his girlfriend. Peter came too. And not to forget Sabrina.


* Check out la my damn bloody eye bags, I look so damn tired too*


* Me and my biatch*




*One of my favourite bartender in Laundry*


* Classmates : Sabrina, Peter, Me & Mr. Ravin aka Pink Top*


*Lap dancing with my bitch* (I was drunk by that time)

Was supposed to go supper after that, but I was so tired and drunk I didn't care less. All I wanted to do was to go home and put my head down on the pillow. Besides I had to wake up early the next day as I had to go for my convocation. And I have been waking up for the past 2 damn days at 4.30 in the morning to go to shoot which I only had like 2hours of sleep.By the time I got home I only had bout 3 hours of sleep.

Saturday 22nd July 2006
Woke up a lil late for my convo. Poor Kevin, he had to wait up for me for about 30mins. Could barely keep my eyes open. It was so nostalgic. Almost all my classmate was there. It was like a reunion. Thank goodness the ceremony was not long. It was a tiring day. My dearest bf had to come late. So my parents had to wait for him and he was still asleep when my mum called him. So unbelievable la. But it is so him. Drove me insane for awhile. But luckily the staff of IACT was so nice that they allowed my parents, my grandma and my godma to enter without the tickets. *Phew*. If not I would have slaughtered my dearest bf.

I was absolutely grumpy that day. Lack of sleep, tired and everything in between. The robe was kinda heavy. As I returned my robe in, my beloved mum came and she asked me to get the RM 90 photos. I swore I could see fire burning inside out from my body. Being a good child I did. Wore the robe again took the pictures. After all that I did not even have the time to eat. By the time I was done with the pictures I lost my appetite. But I felt so bad after that, cause I kinda let out my anger to my beloved mother. Still feel bad. Damn. I was trying to control my temper ok. But it just did not work out the way I wanted too.


* Class photo. But not everyone was there that day. Sigh*


* The Man Of The Hour*


* The Best of the best lecturer ever. Too bad she left*

I could see the joy in my parents eyes to see me finally graduating after all the trouble I put them through. My mum was so happy till the point that I could not describe it. My dad had always kept his calm throughout the event, but I could see joy and sadness in his eyes. Joy for the fact I have graduated, sad for the fact that his little girl has grown up. This was my second college. I was studying accounting before this. Ya I know, it's a huge difference between accounting and advertising. But to see my parents so happy that day made me feel proud. They were so excited. More excited than I was. I am glad that they were there for me through my ups and downs. Godma and my grandma have always been a huge part of me when I was growing up. To see the both of them there made my day. She got me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Didn't know that my own godmother loves to take pictures. What to do. The John family.

Went out for a drink at McD's with my bf, Kevin and his gf. But all of us was just so damn tired that we did not stay there long. Went home and hit the sack. I didn't wake up until midnight. It was a damn good sleep. Later we went to Oasis, met up with Sab, Sunil and Eng Soon. It was Eng Soon's birthday. Was there for only an hour or so. It was a relaxing weekend from then on.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Not Again

My life has too many dramas. Some of it was created by me and my stupidity. And that was what happened on Friday night. Because of that I almost lost the man I love. I do admit that at times he irritates the life out of me but that is just the way he is. And I know that I do irritate him to and at times drive him up the wall. But all in all I am grateful that he is who he is.

Love you baby.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Something About You

Stole this off Obi Meow.

Leave your name on the comment box and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a colour that associates you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. And lastly, if i do all of the above for you, you must post this on your blog! And say you stole this from me :D:D:D

Enjoy!

The Finals

Almost everyone I know confidently said that France will be the World Champion! Come on, they were playing against Italy. A country that has never won THE CUP for the past 12 years. Hence the judgement that France would win. As for me, I was putting my hopes high for ITALY! (though I am not a fan).

I was surrounded by France supporters last night at Laundry Bar. They were saying how France is going to kick the Italians butt. Should have seen the look on their faces when Italy won. Lesson: Do not speak too early it may fire back at you. I have realized that there are a few French supporters that could not believe that Italy won THE CUP. The amount of comments that they made regarding the game is so irrelevant. Come on guys. Did you actually watch the game?

Henry is a lansi MOFO. In the end he is just world ranking No.2, not No.1 like Ronaldhino (am a Brazil fan). Henry is so over-rated. The way he points to his eyes indicating that the referee should look is so over. Without Henry, France is NOTHING. Italy played so well that the only goal that France got to score was a penalty! That is all. Whereas Italy did managed to score a goal against the French. France supporters may say that, France was just giving chance to Italy or Italy is just plain lucky. Bullshit!!. Italy played so well. Their defence was excellent. They defended Henry. And because of that France could not even score a decent goal! To think about it, when they were playing against Brazil the only goal they scored was a penalty. OMG.

Drama. What the hell happened to Zidane. Such a DUMB ASS. Butt headed an Italian player at the last 10-20 minutes of extra time. What the hell was he thinking anyway. It was his last game ever, the least he could do was to leave in style. On the other hand left as a loser. To take substitute Henry was a mistake. A bigger mistake was DUMB ASS ZIDANE. A dumb captain that could not even receive his medal.

I will always remembered the game 4years ago when France was playing against Senegal. And was beaten flat down.

So sad yet so happy.

Viva Italia!!