-About a Girl-

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

omfg, the heat the heat the HEAT

Yep, I'm back in M'sia ladies and gents, and getting here was hell. If there's one thing I learnt from the flight, it would be to always always allow AT LEAST 2 hours between connecting flights, especially if its in an airport you're unfamiliar with which in my case was Changi airport.

Anyway, I'll have to keep this short and sweet...anyone up for a meet? I bought a new number since my stupid australian one doesn't roam, so contact me if you want it or you may give me yours, and i'll try my best to fit you into my very *cough cough* busy schedule within the next 3 weeks.

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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

I'm a sclerosis patient. woohoo.


I just went to the doctor's...

I have sclerosis.

That means my spine is crooked, or my back bones aren't in order, or something. No wonder I've been having all these back problems.

I might need a metal rod up my back.

Die die.

Oh well. I'm flying off in a few hours. See you in M'sia, people.

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I am....

-pissed off
- short of AUD$20 because some faggot must've taken it from my drawer

-everyone thinks i'm crazy and that the money never existed
-it doesnt sound like alot but that RM70, enough to buy a decent pair of heels from Vincci.
-I miss shoes in malaysia...they're pretty yet affordable. no offense, but shoes here are just plain ugly.

I'm flying tomorrow! wooot! Can't wait to have nasi goreng and teh o ais limau~! Oh, didn't mention that I'm not landing in KLIA, but Changi Airport instead. Mum'll be driving down to s'pore to pick me up....bracing myself for 4 hours in the car with the mother. Pah, I think I'll just sleep.

My initial plans for this holiday :-
  • catch up on studies - been feeling pretty dumb in science lately
  • meet up with all these people.
  • study study study

But after today's embarassing pool game, I've decided to spend the next 3 weeks honing my pool skills. Because Kimberley Low can do anything she sets her mind to. Yeah, I'll get my good buddy Mr Daryl I'm-so-bloody-good-at-pool-the-government-offered-me-a-scholarship Yeap to teach me. Ooooo, the gloves are on, Sam..I'm gona kick your arse when i get back! =P

I don't know how many times I've said this but I'll say it again...Penrith is a shithole. there is not ONE SINGLE restaraunt or cafe open on monday nights for two people who just wana have dinner. how shitty is that? Walking around high street on a monday night is like walking through a ghost town...I'll never get used to this.

Pah. I'm moving to the city with Nina when we're 18.

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Saturday, June 25, 2005

"oh, oh oh oh oh oh, you don't have to go-o, oh oh oh oh oh"

Thats from Led Zeppelin's D'yer Mak'er, thank you very much. Its been on repeat on my laptop for the past few days and I still can't get enough of it. 2 months ago, it was Kashmir I was drowning in and enjoying every second of, now its this. Yeah, led zeppelin kinda does that to me.

I'd like to apologise for the really crappy posts I've been churning out lately. Maybe its just the elitist in me clawing out, but I know that if I were a blog reader, I wouldn't read mine.

So why the uninspired writing, you ask? Oh you didn't? I'll tell you anyway.

I've been so distracted lately, from anything and everything I do. I've come up with a few reasons why, them being...

  1. One-fifth-of-a-life Crisis: There's mid life crisis, quarter life crisis, so why not one fifth? Or maybe i'm not gona live very long and its my quarter life crisis, or even worse, mid life. I guess turning sixteen isn't that great after all. I'm feeling old, not sixteen, more like 30, or something.
  2. The cold: Because every other minute I am either shivering because of it, sniffling my nose because of it, or complaining about it. The weather is a deathly boring conversation topic only meant for old farts with no sense of humour, but then again, I feel like an old fart with no sense of humour.
  3. I'm going crazy: This is probably it. Someone said its the weed, but honestly, I don't do it much. Its just my brain fizzling out; the last traces of supposed genius in me giving its last, desperate, near-silent and unheard cry, or something, soon to be replaced by stupid every-girl mentality. And I've lost touch with reality...I don't watch tv, don't listen to the radio, don't read the papers, ignore calls and sms-s from most people...All I do is work, play guitar and listen to music. Oh and, occasionally I leave the house, but even then I can't keep it together because I am just so distracted. I skip school more often than I go, and when I do bother showing up, I'm usually 2 or 3 hours late.

Blah. I'm leaving this freezing ditch for dear, sweet, sunny Malaysia in 3 days anyway, so hopefully going there'll fix things.

Oh no.

Going back means I'll have to face...MY MOTHER.

*sigh* I know its not the best way, but when there's a problem I usually ignore it and hope it'll go away. Everyone says I have issues with her I need to straighten out and I know something needs to be done, but she doesn't seem to see that. She thinks its all my fault. But lets not talk about that.

I saw the best movie I've seen in the cinema this year on thursday night with Sam..Madagascar! Ok, its the only movie I've seen in the cinema this year, heh. I also bought THAT Paris Hilton book for amelia and to be honest, was a lil embarassed asking for it. I still haven't bought Yoong Gi's quiksilver shirt so I'm just gona let that slide and pretend I forgot. I'm so fcuking in debt its not funny...bloody phone bills. I think the phone company is cheating me for my money, no joke. DAMN YOU TELSTRA, I'M SWITCHING TO VIRGIN OR VODAFONE! DEFINITELY NOT STAYING WITH YOU!

That felt gooood.

*sings* "I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it!"

Have YOU seen Madagascar yet? hehe =)

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Existentialism on Promnight

I really wana blog about how special a certain someone made me feel today (or tried to =P), but I don't wana come off sounding all sappy and all that shit, cos I'm not.

I realised today, how much smaller a person I really am, than the person I try to be. I am selfish and childish at times, craving the attention and affection of certain people and not being happy until I get it. Is this wrong? Is human nature simply a thing we acknowledge and let be, or do we rectify our faults to become 'better' people?

So I felt so happy today, because he called me in the morning and managed to get a trainful of people to sing me happy birthday....now tell me that is not the sweetest thing?

"And the world revolves around us
and we're keeping it
keeping it all going
this delicate balance
all knowing

(sing like you think no one's listening)
you would kill for this
just a little bit
just a little bit
you would kill for this"
-Existentialism on Promnight *thanks amie*

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Monday, June 20, 2005

....As if 16 isn't bad enough already

  • Yep, its the big one-six tomorrow people.
  • Am I excited? No.
  • Why? I don't care. I don't even wana celebrate. I don't know. I really don't give a fuck.
  • I just feel old.
  • So on my birthday, I will wake up in the morning, go to school, come home, go to work, serve people who couldn't give a toss if its my birthday, come home, and go to sleep.
  • Douglas Wood is free...bless him.

Anyway, enough of this random bullshit. I had THE weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that I met all the bloggers I've formed somewhat of a friendship with over the past few months, however impersonal.

So there was this big gathering at some weird place, a strange, twisted, goth version of Sunway Pyramid. It was full of bloggers, owners of the hundreds of blogs I've come across since I discovered blogging...like a bloggers' gathering, except it was thrown in honour of yours truly.

For some reason, Nazleen appeared first, and she was a beautiful black cat that kept trying to bite me. And then, I met Suet and Baz who were very cute together, but Suet was this psycho lunatic thing that kept skipping and dancing around, while Baz was just yapping away about Lindsay Lohan and how he secretly thought she was the coolest. HAH. I was walking around with them plus an army of other bloggers for god knows what reason, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Frus whom, for some odd reason,was cheerleading.

Remember that this is a dream. And in every Kim dream, someone either gets high, drunk, dies or has sex. or 2 or more of those.

So anyway, I abandon my companions and walk into a cold, dark room. I shiver, not knowing if its the cold air or the figure with his back turned to me in a corner. I approach him and he turns around....its a guy I don't recognise. Not at first, anyway. But he shows me something in his hand, and it turns out to be the sweetest, earthiest opium ever in the world, and I proceed to consume it as if it were medicine together, and we proceed to make out. He is still a stranger.

I take a closer look- he is not chinese, korean, aussie, indian, malay, or anything; he turns out to be a combination of every guy I've ever had some sort of relationship with or feelings for. I look into his eyes, and then I collapse - the world goes black.

The dream changes settings to, strangely enough, the airport, and the guy is still there. Looks like I'm leaving to go somewhere, and cannot take him along with me....I break down and cry. I apologise to him, over and over again but cannot say why, but I just feel so sorry. I tell him that all I ever wanted was to be loved and why does he not love me the way I love him?

I woke up crying and unable to breathe, drenched in sweat even though its about 10 degrees and freezing. I checked my phone - 3.46 am, 20th June 2005, no missed calls or messages. I then cried some more then stared at the ceiling til it was time to get ready for school, thinking and thinking about the dream.

Talk about raging hormones.

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Saturday, June 18, 2005

sweet sweet 16

I was gona blog about what an idiot I am; I missed the 11.50 am train to katoomba this morning, so had to wait an entire hour for the next one, thus delaying sam and friend as well. then, coming back I took the 4.20 pm train...I was like, "yeah i've got this all planned out, train'll reach penrith at about 5 pm so it'll be just nice to get to work (the restaraunt is near the station)." Mana tahu the bloody train took an entire hour and 15 minutes to get there....so when i got to work it was what....5.45 pm?? I had to run...and I NEVER run.

But yeah, went for the winter magic festival in Katoomba, bloody hell, everyone had fairy wings. I WANT FAIRY WINGS! Note to self: buy fairy wings. and special ones, too.

Speaking of wings, how cool would it be if we could fly? A simple, age old "if only", but nonetheless ponderable. Just imagine....no need to hassle about silly things like public transport, petrol prices, etc etc, just with the ability to fly.

Yeah, kimmy wants to fly.

Anyway...my birthday is coming, people! I repeat...MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING. 21ST JUNE, TUESDAY. DON'T FORGET TO WISH ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND MAKE ME FEEL SUPER SPECIAL. Even better, GET ME PRESENTS. Hey, I deserve it after spending my last one in a hospital with my intestines bleeding from the inside.

Shit, time flies. 21st of June Too-thausond-an-for feels just like yesterday. I remember being 4 kilos lighter than my normal weight that time since my stomache problems denied me the pleasure of eating without my insides going into heated protest and spewing out blood.

Here's to being able to eat this birthday!

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Thursday, June 16, 2005

I'm it.

Bloody hell. Suet and Baz both tagged me, surely they pakat wan. Anyway, at the risk of losing all credibility, here goes.


01 Kimberley
02 Kimmy
03 Jean-Hee (what the koreans call me)


01 Closet Groupie
02 Kimizzdotz
03 Kiiiiiiiim


01 I'm short.
02 My boobs are too small.
03 Big butt. Its hard to find pants that fit =/


01 High cheekbones. Mummy.
02 Inability to express amarous feelings towards people. Mummy.
03 Pout. Dad's side.


01 My hair falling out altogether one day.
02 Losing someone important to me...I know it sounds corny but then again its true. I drive myself crazy with the paranoia that someone I love could die any second.
03 Not finding love. ugh I'm so sappy.

01 Sleeep
02 Guitar
03 Talk to someone i like talking to?

(I just have too many favorite bands, so I'm extending this list to 6)

01 The Beatles
02 The White Stripes
03 The Libertines
04 Scissor Sisters
05 Janis Joplin
06 Jason Mraz

(my favorites right now, since my list of all time favorite ones runs to about 20)

01 Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd
02 You and I Both - Jason Mraz
03 Blue Orchid- White Stripes


01 Erm...what do you call it? Adventure? Excitement? I don't like guys who just do the whole movie & dinner thing all the time. Someone easygoing and open to anything. the more unique the dates, the better.
02 Great conversation. I need someone who I can talk about anything to, no matter how stupid/deep/irrelevant/philosophical, and talks back.
03 Someone who can make me laugh and forget about my problems. and shit.


01 Pretty eyes with long eyelashes. I'm a sucker for that.
02 Curly hair. For some weird reason, I love curly hair on guys.
03 Like Suet's answer, overall appearance. Not too fat, not too skinny, doesn't dress like an ah beng, not too many pimples. I know, I know, I'm shallow.


01 Guitar.
02 Closing my eyes and listening to music.
03 Reading books.


01 Take a long, hot bath. Hey! I think I WILL do that after this!
02 Drive a knife through my stomach and rip it out to cure my stomache ache.
03 See him.


01 Club Med Club Med Club Med
02 Bali
03 Anywhere I can indulge in retail therapy.

THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE: (even though I really don't like kids)

01 Amber
02 Aloicious. Hahahaha, just joking.
03 Jasmine. I couldn't wait til I had my own kids so I gave it to my sister.

01 Have sex. and good sex, too.
02 Travel the world. Over and over again.
03 Find love. Yeah, I'm a hopeless romantic.

01 I can be very mean and inconsiderate, ie making fun of ugly/fat people. But only to those who deserve it. And I don't do so much of that anymore, now I just laugh at someone else making fun of the ugly/fat people.
02 I'd rather do stuff like go-kart racing than, say, perve on gay pop stars on tv.
03 Erm, erm...I crack my knuckles?


01 I cry. alot. over the stupidest things.
02 I like to shop.
03 I like boys.


01 Jason Mraz
02 Jamie Aditya. Host of Sync or Swim, ex MTV VJ.
03 Myself.

I'm adding these 2 questions.


01 One Last Cry - Brian McKnight
02 Goodbye to You -Michelle Branch
03 You Oughta Know - Alanis Morisette (I listen to this and scream along everytime I see an ex with a new girl)


01 From the bottom of my broken heart- britney spears (This was the soundtrack to my life the few weeks after my first break up..somehow I don't think it helped)
02 I need You - Leanne Rhymes
03 Lost without you -delta goodrem (guaranteed to induce endless tears and heartache.)

....and I tag....

01 My cousin, Mel.
02 Frus. haha.
03 Amelia!
04 My girlfriend, Amie.
05 I don't know who reads my blog so whoever is reading. And if you DO do it, lemme know. =)

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Monday, June 13, 2005



I just witnessed John Safran, aka TV'S biggest idiot being exorcised on TV...and let me tell you, of all the people you could witness getting exorcised that would make you believe in spirits and demons and spiritual power, its John Safran.

John Safran vs God is a short tv series on SBS, the last episode was aired today. Basically, in each episode, he 'road tests' a new religion, ie buddhism, mormonism, hinduism...you name it, he tests it.

Now let me tell you, I hate his guts. The way he approaches each new religion with this totally arrogant, "huh? this is bullshit but I'll do it anyway to amuse myself" attitude makes me want to punch him in the face. Not only that, but he talks like a complete moron and looks like one too.

So anyway, you'd think that after taking part in so many different religious ceremonies and rituals he would at least have SOME sort of spiritual awakening but nooo, instead, he poked fun at the different religions and their beliefs.

Then, in this last episode, John went to a christian-seminar-thingie where a priest attempted to called out all the demons and spirits he accumulated over the weeks and, get this: John actually starts screaming, posessed look on face, breaking out into fits whereby at one point, 5 men had to hold him back, all while the priest, along with other believers , is calling out the spirits, and only after several hours does he calm down.

In all the nearly 16 years of my life, never have I watched something like this that made me go "HOLY SHIT, THIS IS REAL!" And for a while there I had a moment of doubt about this whole religion business. Or maybe my thought are still unclear on the subject, perhaps this just confirmed my beliefs of the existance of spirits and such things.

Call me a hippie but for now, I'm sticking to my own theory behind the whole thing and not follow any one religion...cos to me, religion creates barriers unnecessary to this world. We're all already so divided by race, nationality, sex, whatever, religion just thickens the walls between us.

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Midnight train to Georgia

  • I DID end up going to the jazz funk n blues thing
  • The music was THE SHIT, even though we didn't stay very long
  • We didn't stay long enough to see fireworks =(
  • Bought Bazli's 311 DVD, feel like ripping it open and keeping it for myself
  • I will never get over the novelty of watching sushi trains go round and round =DDD
  • Anyway, here's some photos.

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Sunday, June 12, 2005


The past 24 hours of my life have taxed me out, I am now a poor, moody, antisocial bitch.

Do bear with me.

Few days ago, me and sam planned to "make the most of the weekend" since monday is a public holiday.

But as usual, this being MY life and all, my plans completely fucked up. Again. All because my grandparents showed up out of nowhere on friday night and *BAM!* I remembered that they're going to M'sia today (sunday) morning, and were to stay with us til then.

So yesterday, instead of a nice, chilled out lunch, I instead had to endure 2 terribly tense hours in the fcuking Plaza with my grandparents looking for magazines for my father. ARGH. And excuse my disrespect, but I don't exactly enjoy outings with my grandparents, heck, I don't even like being in their presence. Nag nag nag nag nag, just like my mother.

What more, work was shit shit shit shit shit. Once again the restaraunt over booked because my boss is such a money whore, and who has to deal with the crap 90% of the time? Me! Because no one else could be bothered to plan ahead.

But here's the clincher: At about 9, my auntie showed up asking me for money. 200 dollars, to be exact, which would be my 1 week pay. That one nevermind, still boleh tahan, I just asked my boss to give me my pay early and gave it to my auntie. But then, after that, she said she needed a further 100 dollars, and had the audacity to ask me to ask my boss to lend it to her! Wtf man! I got so pissed off and told her no way, and proceeded to break into tears in the restaraunt toilet. Money problems really stress me out, and I especially hate lending large sums of my hard earned money to people.

I woke up this morning still stressed, only managed to get about 5 hours of sleep. My mum, of all people called up, and started nagging me again, to the point where I nearly hung up on her. And so I decided to have a few joints, got really high and happy for a while and even called him up, only to find that he was sound asleep and I had woken him up. Yay.

So now I'm sitting here and I duno if its the after effects but I'm stressed and depressed and antisocial once again.

Ain't life great?

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Thursday, June 09, 2005


Thats my stomache growling for your information. I'm hungry. =)

Its 8.20 am on this lovely Thursday morning, and I am sitting here blogging and listening to the Specials and Desmond Dekker when I should be on my way to school...I've decided to skip half the day. Forge a note and no one will have to know =D

Tuesdays at the restaraunt ain't fun no more because my favorite customer isn't exactly...er...welcome anymore. Ooo, I haven't told you about that, have I?

You see, last wednesday, Sam came for dinner with a friend. For about 40 minutes after sitting down they were talking and didn't even look at their menus yet. I didn't really mind, but boy oh boy did my boss ever. He went up to Sam and frend with a rather loud and sarcastic, "OH-kay! What would you like to order?" when obviously they weren't ready yet.

"Oh sorry sir, we're not ready to order yet..."

"What you mean you not ready yet! You been sitting here for nearly one hour!"

"Maybe you could give us another ten minutes.."

"No no! You must order now! My restaraunt lose business because of people like you!"

*argument ensues* The funny thing was, all through out, my boss was the one raising his voice. He shoved the part of the menu that says "We reserve the right to refuse service to customers" in Sam's face, all while Sam and his poor friend were dumbstruck, not knowing what to make of it. Sam even spoke to my boss in Thai, going out of his way to apologise and all that, and my boss woudn't have any of it.

So yeah, now the one person who's presence I enjoy and actually want at the restaraunt is not welcome anymore.


Haha. I think I've lost it completely. My flair for writing has flown away, never to come back again.

Anyway, pictures. Why? cos everyone loves pictures. =)

Readers, meet Ardie:
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As you can see, Ardie loves himself alot. Here he is with my cousin James.
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Ardie and me.
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Woosh woosh.
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oooo Asian Pride. Got Rice? errr yeah.
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....And now for some silly pix of myself, experimenting with lighting, angles etc. Who said narcisism is a bad thing?
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...i think i can see now why people say i have druggie eyes. oh well.

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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

*gasp* I havent blogged in...3 days! Woah Kimmy, you go. Lol yes I talk to myself now.

How have your last 3 days been, dear reader? All I could think of in the past 3 days was, "White stripes new album came out on monday and i don't have the money to buy it, I'm so poor I can't buy a cd" and by the way, Did you know my birthday is coming? IN TWO WEEKS?

Woohoo, I wana go shower now, blog more later.

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Saturday, June 04, 2005

Some things that have been on my mind lately:
  • Either there is something wrong with my tagboard, or no one visits my blog anymore. Either way, its getting a bit lonely here...
  • In a few weeks, it'll be legal for me to drive and have sex. Its a freaky thought, since I still occasionally use bicycles as a mode of transport when available. And no, I'm not having sex, by choice.
  • Dave Moffat of the Moffats is gay, and he auditioned for Canadian Idol. The Moffats! I was their biggest fan when i was like, 8! I seriously couldn't believe it at first, but then again, there it is. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay.
  • I think there should be a license system for blogging, just like driving or hunting. Like make people sit for writing tests before being granted a blog. Omfg, how many blogs have you found already that go, "Didn't do much today...took a shower...picked my nose...watch tv...shat..." Come on, do you think the world really wants to know all that?? And the ATROCIOUS english! If you're not gona blog about something interesting, at least get your grammar right!
  • But then again, maybe not because...because...I wouldn't be allowed to blog too then =P
  • Bracing myself for the worst...I'm worried I might get fired, and I really, REALLY don't want to lose this job, nor can I afford to. and I do NOT want to be flippin burgers at mcdonald's or hungry jacks for 5/6 bucks an hour.
  • I'm so excited cos...the White Stripes new album is coming in a few days. nuff said. ;p

The earth smiles in flowers. =)

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Friday, June 03, 2005

Its been a year!

Its funny how one short, 4 day long vacation to a beach side with your soul sista within 2 hours driving distance can make you so happy and so so sad at the same time, throw your life completely off balance, and just make an impact so big on your life that the effects last for months and months.

Come on now, people. You know I had to blog about this one.

Yep thats right, I must announce to the world (still in utter disbelief at the speed of which time has passed) that its already been a whole enitre year since THAT Club Med vacation. I repeat, ONE WHOLE YEAR. 12 enitre months. 52 long weeks. 365 days. And my oh my, have things changed, although I can still remember the whole thing like it was just last week.

Val (and everyone else I tortured to death by telling them about our trip and raving away about club med), I dunno if you're reading this, but if you are...remember the whole journey? How we were all so excited that we almost left our luggage at the airport? the beach? sundancing? MIKE GREENWOOD? the bloody fcuking shooting star we saw that we made a wish at, and how our wishes came true? the sunrise? How everything was so perfect, we called it heaven on earth?

I do.

Really now, what is one year, compared to say...the rest of your life? So much has changed since this time last year- I was so fcuking miserable and my life was just like any other malaysian high school kid's. Random memories: wearing baju kurungs to school, eating keropok lekor, lepak-ing religously at sunway pyramid and klcc, slagging off the psycho bus driver (and cheating them of their money but shhh, don't tell!) drinking cup after cup after cup of teh o ais limau and eating roti papers, cutting tuition with val to drink green tea frapps at starbucks and to perve on the hot waiters, sneakin out with eric at 3 am in the morning just for the sake of it, and pissing off the mamak people who just wana take a break...my oh my, have things changed.

Now, an entire year older, I'm thousands of kilometres away from all that, don't live with my family anymore, havent seen my buddies in months, have a job, pay (mobile phone) bills, can't remember what roti canai tastes like, haven't thoroughly enjoyed shopping the way I did in M'sia (because everything here is overpriced and looks the same), haven't watched Latte at 8 (im a fan of jason lo) in ages, havent heard OaG's new album...and you might ask, do I regret making the changes I did, leaving everything behind just like that? Hell no. Had I stayed, I wouldn't even have had the choice of working or not, I wouldn't have met this adorably sweet and cool guy who is such a breathe of fresh air, wouldn't have learned all I have in recent months...

My oh my, have things changed.

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