Mum and Her (Fairly) New Crocs *toot toot. toot toot. toot toot.* “Ma” “Har. What you want” Want free Crocs?” “Wah. Really ah? Why ah? Why so special suddenly?” “No lah. There, I wrote a line about how we wanted to get you a pair of Crocs, but you didn’t want it in the end because too expensive for something so plastic looking. They didn’t like that we thought it was plastic, and wanted to proof that it isn’t*. So they are offering to give you a free pair for mother’s day lah! Want or not! If don’t want I take for myself haha!” “Want lah! Of course want! I don’t get free stuff often okay! Some more expensive stuff! Take!” *at the store* “Haiyah. Why must they make the shoes so ugly ah.” “Hehe, What to do. Sensible stuff usually not pretty wan mah. Go try the shoes lah. The nice girl will help you” *after 15 minutes* *outside the store* “Eh I want to wear my new Crocs now” “Hehehe. Just now say people’s shoes so ugly, now want to wear lah” “Of course lah. New thing must show off mah!” mum’s really expensive sandals! “Wah your heels very high lah. You’re almost as tall as me now” “Yarloh. Long time never wear high heels already. You know, last time I always wear high heels one okay. Now can not. Give me knee pain and back ache mah.” “Mm. I know. So how is the air from here? Fresher or not? “Haha, very funny lah you. “So? Happy or not?” “Happy! Of course happy! Not everyday I get presents wan okay!” put on your blog one ar? ok ok must smile pretty pretty. “Wei, didn’t I get you that expensive canggih, sexy, slim, handphone with mp3 player which is even more canggih than mine for your birthday?” “Oh yar hor. Oops. Hehe” “Cheh. So fast forget. Some more use everyday. Hmph.” Epilogue: Thank you Crocs Asia and Pinang Medical Supplies for making my mum’s day! Despite what she said about them being ugly, she was positively beaming over her new pair of goodies. For the rest of the day I could do no wrong, heh! It has been a many months since and my mum is still loving her pair of Crocs! i also can act kiut what! *Yup, it’s really not plastic! It’s made of some resin-like material called Croslite. Re: The Beijing Olympics Closing Ceremony What in the world was Rain doing there? The Devil Wears Prada I watched it for the 37th time just 2 nights ago. The first time I ever watched it, I thought it was too slow and boring and I couldn’t hear wtf meryl was saying half the time. or maybe the real reason I didn’t like it the first time was because it was a bad cinema copy. But I watched it again anyway, because I’m so crazy like that. Again and again I watched it. And the movie grew onto me. Suddenly Anne’s character felt like it has so much depth. Suddenly the movie had so much resemblance to what’s going on in real life. It was as if the producers captured all the mechanics of how real life really works and summarised it all in that one movie. Anne is this simple girl who has a dream of becoming a writer. Unfortunately no one’s hiring for the moment and she finds herself hired as a PA to this crazy boss from a hugely popular fashion magazine. She wants to do a good job and sit through it for a year (good for the ye olde resume). But that would mean submerging her whole self into work, because her boss is one hard to please pain in the ass. If that isn’t bad enough, the boss is so well-known, respected and feared in the industry that if Anne fucks up - she might never had the chance to write anywhere ever again. Seems like Anne is this really nice girl who wants to do what she thinks is the right thing. By her, and by everyone else around her. She loves her family, boyfriend and her friends who she spends a lot of time with and have known since forever. And to her, they are their priority. Were her priority. Until she lands herself on this job. Her world takes a 180 degrees about turn and her priority now is her boss and the job. She’s late for every party and meeting with her friends. She even misses her boy’s birthday party because she had no choice but to work overtime. She couldn’t even enjoy dinner with her family she hardly sees. Family, boy and friends - they take a backseat. But why? Only because she wants to do a fantastic job and want to get ahead. And in her pursuit of that goal - she morphs into this completely different person. Now her friends shun her and her relationship is hanging by the thread. Just because she wanted to do a good job. But she’s still a nice girl and a bit of a people pleasing doormat. Nice girls are usually like. And are prone to being affected by what other people think of her. Especially when the other people are the people she cares about. So what does she do? She realises that she’s turning into this self-preserving, self-centred, do whatever it takes to get ahead, career obsessed bitch. She doesn’t like it. She quits. The end. At first I liked the ending - girl thinks she’s turning into a bitch, quits. But the more I watched it, the less satisfying it became. There were issues which wouldn’t stop nagging at me. If she wanted to do the best she possible can at her job - what’s so wrong about that? Who were her friends and family judge and shun her? Especially that wimpy boyfriend of hers, that cook with a learner’s license or something like that, earning jack. Who the fuck was he to keep giving her shit and not even trying to understand her for wanting to put more effort into her job which would secure her future later on? What about that gay guy? He’s the one who finishes the boss’s sentence. Who knows exactly what the boss thinks and likes or dislikes. The boss’s decision is his decision. He never overwrites her, never disagrees with her. To him, she is always right about everything. He deson’t have a thought of his own. He repeats everything she says in his own voice. Does he go very far? Apparently he does. He’s the boss’s pet. But no matter how loyal or good he was, he still got screwed in the end - because the boss used him for her own benefit. I really felt bad for this guy, because I really did like his character. But in real life, pets are usually not very likeable, are they? What bugged me the most was Meryl’s character. What she said to Anne in scene where they were both in the car - about how the only real way to climb the corporate ladder is to be as conniving, self-preserving, calculative, back-stabbing, two-faced, fake like she was. How relevant is that to the real world? When you think about it, does it mean to go anywhere in life, to be somebody, one just needs to be a self-centred, manipulative, conniving jerk who doesn’t give a shit about what other people think of them? And you know what’s the scary thing? It might actually be true. You KNOW people like that. There are so many characters in this movie that seemed relevant to real life - the haughty senior colleague, the scoundrel, the pleaser, the friends, the shareholder… But this post is already long enough as it is. Do you think this movie is a fair representation of what happens in real life? No Escape Herro. Feeling a little bit tired from yesterday’s one day business trip to the south. Suddely depressed a bit. Ever felt sick of having to work for everything you want? Tired tired tired. Think I need a break. From everything. Maybe it’s just the PMS. Oh well. At least it’s Friday already. Avril, Don’t Avril. I really don’t give a rat’s ass if Avril comes or not but why WHY WHY WHY is it SO HARD for the authorities to grow some fucking balls and spine, MAKE a decision from the get go and then STAND by it? Does anybody have any fucking clue how bloody ridiculous it is to see this kind of stupid inconsistent headlines every other day? Avril set to rock KL on Aug 29 PAS Youth wants Avril show cancelled PAS Youth slammed for calling for ban on show Groups slam call to ban concert Poser over Canadian rocker Avril’s concert Support for Avril concert Avril concert definitely on, say organisers And surprise surprise: Malaysia cancels ‘too sexy’ Avril Lavigne concert ….. and that headline is not even from any of our local paper’s websites. “It’s not good for viewers in Malaysia. We don’t want our people, our teenagers, influenced by their performance. We want clean artists, artists that are good role models.” As if ALL our local acts are clean, good role models. What The Fuck. Obviously every single international paper and publication WILL take this opportunity to pounce on it and once again our beloved tanah tumpah darah kita is made an international laughing stock. Over such a stupid trivial issue. Kita Memang Boleh. Why Did Lee Chong Wei Kecundang Wah my heart found it so hard to keep beating after watching Lee C W getting his assed TRASHED by his opponent last night. So sad. WHY LEE C W WHY DID YOU LET HIM OWN YOUR ASS LIKE IT WAS A WALK IN THE PARK! And why did they print out your name on the telly as CHONG Wei Lee. -_-” Stupid white people. Did you notice that? But he would still be the first guy to earn Malaysia a medal. Finally. Damn shy man. Tonnes of other 3rd world and 4th world countries who can’t even access to basic necessities like electricity and clean water are bagging medals already but our dear country is not even in the damn list yet until last night. SHY OR NOT. BOLEH MY ASS LAH. Oops. Better stop using my ass my ass here and there, seeing that the talk of other people’s ass and what other people did with it is still the hot topic of the season. WHO GIVES A SHIT LAH SERIOUSLY. STOP PULLING OUT ALL THESE CIRCUS ACTS AND START RUNNING THE COUNTRY PROPERLY ALREADY MOFOS. Anyway, back to LEE C W. I’m so angry loh. You know why am I so angry? I am bloody pissed off because I know Lee could’ve done so much better than that. Didn’t you think he could’ve done better? Anyway, apart from the fact that his opponent seemed to be the much better player, and it was China’s home ground and various other reasons, I fear that there was also another major reason why Lee C W kecundang. It was because of the contingent uniform he was wearing. WTF I heard you say. HIS CLOTHES? How does a stupid piece of material have ANY effect on the quality of play? Stop trying to make up sorry pathetic excuses for the fact that WE STINK. Are you freaking of your bloody mind you stupid drunkard? Hear me out one minute lah aiyoh why so fierce on a Monday morning? First, go check out what they are wearing. It’s a loose, black coloured, sleeved t-shirt right? Okay. Now let me continue with my argument. The T-shirt is black!!! Any dimwit (who took some basic science in school) WILL KNOW that WARNA HITAM MENYERAP CAHAYA. MENYERAP CAHAYA MEANS WHAT. MEANS it will keep the wearer WARM. Which is why we mostly see dull, dark colours for WINTER SEASON CLOTHES. So WHY are we trying to make it feel like a freaking SAUNA for our ATHLETES while they are competing? Already the players are sweating like no tomorrow, to the point where the sweat is dripping off their shirts from the intensity of the game itself so does it really make sense TO MAKE IT HARDER ON THEM by making THEM WEAR BLACK TO KEEP THE WARMTH IN YOU STUPID BUNCH OF CRONIES WHO DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE WELL BEING OF OUR PLAYERS EXCEPT HOW MANY PERCENT YOU CAN PUT INTO YOUR POCKET BY SUB-CONNING THE MAKING OF TSHIRT TO YOUR BEST FRIEND! Second point - EVERYBODY KNOWS that black is a BAD LUCK FENG SHUI COlour. And don’t give me stupid excuses like how only the chinese believe in feng shui. Don’t you know ALL RACES who do business BELIEVE in some form of FENG SHUI TODAY? I have Malay friends and their family who follow almost religiously the principles of feng shui. Black as the bad luck colour is almost common sense now. Ask any other WHITE dude also he knows that black is a bad luck colour. AND BLACK ISN’T EVEN OUR NATIONAL FLAG COLOUR. Don’t be a fucking wiseass by saying GOT BLACK WHAT. THE OUTLINE LEH? Hahaha now please do us all a favour by throwing yourself out of the window of a tall building. Apakah warna bendera kita? MERAH. PUTIH. BIRU dan KUNING. MANA HITAM? ADA HITAM KE KAT BENDERA KITA! KALAU TAKDE HABIS KENAPA GUNA HITAM BODOH! Want to make them look cool and mat rock is it. THIS IS NOT A FUCKING FASHION SHOW LAH. NATIONS SPEND MILLION OF DOLLARS TO RESEARCH THE BEST MATERIALS TO HELP THEIR ATHLETES PERFORM BETTER IN THE OLYMPICS. BUT WE? What do we fucking do? Oh use black lah, it looks cool. STUPID!!!! Actually, you wanna save money by using basic colour is it? USE LAH FUCKING WHITE. PUTIH MEMANTUL CAHAYA OKAY. IT WOULD ACTUALLY HELP HIM KEEP COOLER ALSO. TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. See so BLOODY simple you FREAKING MONEY SUCKING IMBECILES WHO DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE WELL BEING OF OUR PLAYERS EXCEPT HOW MANY PERCENT YOU CAN PUT INTO YOUR POCKET BY SUB-CONNING THE MAKING OF TSHIRT TO YOUR BEST FRIEND! Lastly - why is the damn t-shirt with sleeves? WHY. Everytime I watched our players playing I realise that they ALL do the same damn thing in between games - they keep trying to PUSH UP THE DAMN SLEEVES. Why do they keep doing that did you wonder? Well common sense screamed in my face for becing such an idiot and said “It’S BECAUSE THE DAMN SLEEVES IS IN THE FUCKING WAY THat’S WHY. IT’s WET from ALL THE SWEAT and it’s sticking onto their SKIN, PISSING THEM OFF, DUH!”. Oh yeah hor. Did you see that China player? He was wearing SLEEVELESS and having a time of his life trashing our poor friend. Oh, you mean they wanted to sleeves to tutup aurat is it? Well then Sherlock, the fact that they were wearing SHORT SHORTS TOTALLY THROWS THAT LAME EXCUSE OUT OF THE WINDOW DOESNT IT. If really want to tutup aurat then MAKE THEM ALL WEAR TRACKPOINTS LAH MAHAI. What is the point of making it with sleeves? Waste cloth, waste money only. If those people had bothered to see how our players play on the courts they would REALISE THAT SLEEVES ARE STUPID! Bloody bitches WHO DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE WELL BEING OF OUR PLAYERS EXCEPT HOW MANY PERCENT YOU CAN PUT INTO YOUR POCKET BY SUB-CONNING THE MAKING OF TSHIRT TO YOUR BEST FRIEND! And that, ladies and gentlemen are my arguments for what I think is one of the major reasons why our dear Lee Chong Wei kecundang in his game. But okay lah Mr Lee! I’m still proud of you! First Malaysian medal! Yeay! I’m now going to use the typical Malaysian Boleh consolation for everytime we do badly and claim that 1) it’s better than nothing, and 2) at least we are on par with Singapore. haha. hahahah. hah. I’m so funny right? Bleh. WCG IS HERE! What? It is the largest gaming festival in the WORLD with more than 70 participating countries, 800 grand final participants and 1.2 million worldwide participants. Lots of competitions. Lots of cosplaying chicks. Lots of exhibitions. Lots of freebies. Basically, every gamer’s fantasy come to life! Where? Hall 2 & 3 Midvalley Exhibition Centre When? 15-17th August 2008 More info? Click on official website here! I should be there tomorrow to check it out with my mum’s trusty digicam! See you there! Mix.fm’s Lie Detector Have you been following it? It’s quite fucked up man. This morning I heard how this woman put her husband up for the test because she suspected him of cheating. They have been married for 11 years and have 3 children. The itchy dick (hahaha) was caught when the wife read a raunchy sms from a woman on his mobile phone. And he still had the gall to lie and say shit like “would you rather trust a machine?”. What a fucking asshole. Makes me so angry. Seriously for all women out there, if you discover the following: a. naughthy smses from other women on his mobile phone b. feminine stuff in his place (especially bedroom) which does NOT belong to you c. correspondances from random strangers which he “met” on some online chat/friendfinder website d. dubious pictures .. chances are he is cheating on you. No matter what he says. Men will lie until the day they die about cheating. Even when you have solid concrete prove in your hands. Even when you have SEEN it with your very own eyes that he is in bed with another women. They will deny it forever. Leave that fucking loser. No excuses. (Unless of course you were in the wrong first then well, why don’t you just do everybody else a favour and marry each other, eh?) But sometimes it’s easier said than done right. But there are times in life when you have to collect some balls in you and JUST DO IT. Because you deserve better than a lying, disrespecting scum of the earth. Which is why you must always keep a job and have your OWN stream of income and NEVER EVER depend 100% on men for money. No matter how great he is, or how rich, or how nice he is to you now. One can never predict the future. Be it tomorrow, next month, next year, 10 years, 20 years, 50. Bitter? Me? No. It’s called being sensible. Wall-E Call me biased, but there hasn’t been a Pixar movie which I didn’t enjoy. Actually, the concept of Pixar’s movies have all been very mundane. Can you guess what Pixar cartoons the following were? toys monsters fish ants race car superhero family rat robot Does any of the above protagonist sound very exciting to you? Everytime a new Pixar movie is shown on trailers, it doesn’t compel me to really want to watch it. I mean how in hell am I going to give a shit about ants? Or rats? Or fish? Or freaking race car? And aren’t there enough movies about robots and superhoes? But when I finally do watch it (and I always do) - the story telling grabs me by the shoulders and sucks me in. Taking everyday objects and circumstances and turning it into a compelling story which appeals to the average person - you and me. That’s Pixar. The extra bit where it cheesily tugs at your heart strings is most probably Disney’s fault, so I’m letting that slide. Humanising its characters. Telling a great story. That’s what Pixar does, and that is what they do incredibly well. Their story telling is so seamless, so effortless, so simple, so flawless - it’s so easy to forget about how much blood and sweat that went into the production of its movies. It’s easy to forget how difficult it is to produce that kind of quality animation, and how long it took them to make it - just because their incredible work does not get into the way of their story-telling. But how was Wall-E? It’s exactly like how you would expect a Pixar movie to be like. Great story with a message. Heart-warming. Satisfying. Wall-E was incredibly cute with those sad binocular eyes. Even his pet cockroach was darn cute. Who the hell can think up of having a cockroach as a pet AND making it look cute? Only Pixar. ALL of the dialogues between the robots were in their own robotic language, and yet you have an inkling of what they are actually saying. Who the hell can think up of doing that? Only Pixar. Wall-E has a certain familiarity in it. Maybe because Wall-E reminded me of Johnny Number 5. Maybe because Eve looks suspectingly like a MAC gadget. Maybe because the space scenes had elements of all the sci-fi movies I’ve ever seen. Maybe because the message has been preached so often. But, in spite of the dejavu feeling I didn’t feel like Wall-E is just some overplayed try-too-hard tacky cartoon knock-off sci-fi movie. It still feels original but with a tinge of “hey.. I know you from some place!”. Who the hell can combine just the right mix of familiarity and originality? Only Pixar. Any movie which can keep a rowdy 3 year old brat sitting on his seat fairly quietly for 2 hours surely has to have some magic in it. Only Pixar. I loved it. I loved every single pixel, every minute of it. Even with the extra serving of Disney cheese. Pixar has failed to dissapoint me yet again. I’m gonna go buy me a DVD and watch this another million times more. Thanks for the invite, Minishorts. More: On IMDB Official Website Demotivated I couldn’t sleep last night. When I did, I dreamt about was work. When I woke up, I dreaded waking up to go work. Feel like crying man. Can’t go into details because this is not just any anonymous blog. But can tell you it’s not exactly an amusement park ride here. Why don’t you share with us your work woes instead. Anonymous comments are acceptable. Back from Singapore, Thoughts. Wah I’m offline for just 1 day 1 night and missed so much kah! Why everywhere got scandal one. Politics also got. Blogs also got. Turn head anywhere also can bump head into a scandal. Haihyah. Nothing to say about that lah. This is kinda the reason why I rather not get involved or get close to anyone in the arena. Too old, can’t really be bothered, and I’m just.. tired. Not to say that it wasn’t a guilty-fun read though. Business trip was eventful. But lugging around luggage around half of Singapore wasn’t really fun. Didn’t have the opportunity to drink any decent alcaholic beverage to recharge myself but the hotel room I stayed in was fanfuckingtastic. Too bad it was only for a night. Didn’t even have the time to soak myself in the tub, or use their other super duper canggih looking facilities. My credit card is already bleeding because of it, though. Argh. Damn the weak RM. The trip has reaffirmed me of a couple of things 1. It’s not what you know, it’s who you know and 2. the ability to bullshit on the spot and convincingly will take you everywhere. Unfortunately, I wasn’t born into the first, because it’s something you have to be born into. While I don’t have the second either, it still can be learnt. Which takes a lot effort. And time. And me giving a fuck. Do I really give a fuck? It seems I must if I want to go anywhere and retire before I’m 40. Marrying a rich, dying old man has never been an option to me because it’s downright sickening so don’t you smart alecs even think about proposing it. Plus do I even have the right looks and character for this? Haha. I didn’t think so either. Made up with friends for a quick (and yucky) drink in Singapore on the first night. Malaysian by birth. Studied in Singapore after college and never come back. In fact, one of them is actually afraid of coming back to the motherland. Tanah tumpah darahnya. The place where she grew up. Why, I asked. It’s so badly managed (implying the circus we read about in the papers everyday), so dangerous (implying crime rates and rempts), she said. I don’t feel safe, she added. Immediately after I heard her say that, I felt a tinge of sadness. The insides of my stomach knotted. But it’s home, I tried to reason. No way. It’s terrible. I never want to go back, it’s a scary place to be in, you can’t even complain openly, she reiterated. How horrible does a country have to be for its own countrymen to be afraid of coming home to it? I feel very sad for my country. I love it. But yet at the same time I’m dissapointed. And it feels like there’s nothing I can do about it. Except to leave. Peace? You call this peace? Granted we are not war-ridden, but why must we always compare to countries worser than ours? Singapore is not better, but yet its people are more contented. Spending power stronger. Perceived level of safety higher. What to do. What to do. Balik tongkanglah. What I hate most about travelling on air by either MH or SG is how shitty and bias the service is. If you wear the same colour skin as them - you are dirt, and not worth their time. Glaring, condescending, unsmiling. How is it that they can forget that I pay the EXACT SAME FUCKING FARE as the next foreigner? As a matter of fact, who gives them more trouble in planes? Their own countrymen or the foreigner? What happened to Asian Hospitality? Is that kind of service only reserved for a certain group of elite people? Yeah, it’s only from Msia to Spore but isn’t YOUR job to make it THE BEST travelling experience for every single one of us, as YOUR paying customers? Fuck you, bitches. If you strip out all the perceived glamour and snottiness you guys are nothing but a bunch of overpaid waitresses with attitudes like something crawled up your ass and died. Of course, not ALL of them are like that. But a lot of them are, and they really shouldn’t be. Ptooi. I think I want to work in Singapore too. Everything is cheaper for me as a Singaporean living in Singapore than a Malaysian living in Malaysia… except for rent. Let’s see how that plan comes along. Most of my plans die as soon as they come to life. And I really don’t know about the people and its culture though. I don’t know if I want to live with that. A SWOT analysis is in order. Back to work. TGIF. Business Trips Don’t know if I’ll get used to it. You know how sometimes you wished you had something you don’t have and once you had the taste of that one thing you wanted so badly you realised that it wasn’t all that great afterall? I always thought business trips would be something glamorous. I see these people at the airport looking sharp and hoity-toity, carrying their laptop bags and overnight carry-ons, fervently checking their blackberry while talking into their bluetooth headsets - and I think to myself, “What would I give to trade in my 10 hour deskjob for that.” Sometimes I see my colleagues from work carrying their luggages to the office and scheduling their transport, getting their hotel rooms booked, speaking to the people from the other countries to fix their appointments - and they are dreading it. I wondered why. Anything had to be better than being chained to their desk. Hahaha. I had my first business trip a few months back. The whole illusion of livin’ the jet-setting yuppy live went down the drain after just one business trip Lies. All lies. Back to back meetings. Fire-fighting issues back in HQ over the phone. Forking out endless $$$ first and then waiting for months before your claims are banked in. Endless custom checkpoint Q-lines. Milking your credit card dry because everything out of Malaysia is a gajillion times more expensive. Budget travel, budget food, budget accommodation, on a budget allowance. Not even a company laptop or Blackberry, not that I want a Blackberry anyway, but I’m just bitching. Definitely not fun when you are a small fry with just about no perks. Damn you hollywood movies. Damn you Eyeris. Damn you people with high-flying jobs and even higher flying pays. In spite of all that I still prefer this so much more than a 24-7 deskjob. Seriously, does this aging face look like damn robot who enjoys sitting in one place for long hours at a time staring at the monitor slowly killing off my braincells, pushing paper? Absofreakinglutely not. I get so freaking restless and cranky there are days where I’d feel like ripping the phone off and throwing it at somebody just to create some chaos and distruption in my routine. But give me another few more months. I might actually start hating travelling too. You know me, Ms Bitch About EVerything But Don’t Do Anything About It. In a few hours, I’l be flying down south to our friendly neighbourhood Singapore. Whee! Any chance that one of you five readers might be a Singaporean? Well if you do see me waltzing around your city, please don’t throw rotten eggs toward my general direction. I’m just a harmless little corporate slave android, being there, minding my own business, doing my job. You could however, buy this poor bugger a very needed drink. I really, really love Brewerks! But I don’t even enough time to kaikai also. Or have drinks. So, what is there to do in Singapore if I’m only there for 1-3 days with no budget? 28 Already 2 days ago. …. and still aimless, haha. Belated Happy Birthday to me! Don’t feel a difference though. So stop asking me how it feels goddamnit! Thank you very much for all the smses! Thank you for remembering! It really made my day. Spent the day catching a movie, having an awesome dinner, and then drinking aftewards. Ever tasted my first flaming! I know, a bit late right? Better late than never I guess. It doesn’t taste very good though. At the club, I realised that I don’t really enjoy velvet that much anymore. Probably because the music really sucked wet donkey balls. and I was thinking to myself, I’m 28. What am I proud of. How many good friends do I have? But I couldn’t really hear myself think because the lousy music was too loud. Aspirations? Couldn’t think of any on Saturday. Can’t think of any now. But I guess something along the general lines of lots of money, less headache at work, less bills, more happy. Was also thinking about how I should spend more time doing the things I like, and with the people I love. But how do you go about doing that when work takes up so much of my time and energy? What’s worse, it’s not even what I wanted to do. Still. My god. What’s up with that? Bad jobs graavitate to me like I’m a black hole. What would I rather be doing? Hmm. Spend more time blogging, yum cha with friends a bit more. See my mum a bit more during the weekdays. Sleep. Read a good book. Go to the gym. Eat healthier. Travel like I intended to. Keep in touch with my overseas friends. Definitely not spend all my time worrying about things getting fucked up at work. Feeling really tired. Maybe it was a bad idea. But maybe it’s too soon to say. I’m no quitter. But I AM really tired. I don’t wish for more time in a day. I wish for less time in the office. Because when I am on my deathbed, I won’t ever wish that I spent more time at work. I would’ve wished that I spent more time doing what I love doing, and spending more time with my loved ones. And I’m 28 already. If I don’t do that now, when will I ever start doing it, right? One more year? Two more years? 5? 10? When is it ever a good time to spend less time at work? Tell me lah! Money is important though. Sigh. Getting married? Hah. Long time more lah. No rush. Eventhough most of my friends ARE married already. I don’t personally feel the need to go get myself hitched. Or is that something I say to myself to console? Hmmm. Nah. I’m okay, really. I’m happy for everybody. But yes I do realise that my “market value” will drop over time and I should really start thinking about it so get off my back okay? Time to start work. Happy Monday! Civil Disobediance I filed it in and I posted my cheque. It was quite a big sum too. Like, 4 figures - thanks to backdated numbers. It’s been almost a year since. Nobody’s cashed it in. The money is still sitting in my current account, rotting. If I’m not mistaken, cheques die after 6 months. I guess they don’t need my money. They can’t say I didn’t try, right? I got proof in copy! I’m not even going to bother writing them another one just because of THEIR incompetence. It’s not as if they don’t automatically deduct it from my monthly salaray anyway. Plus I’m so fucking SICK of all the freak shows and the circus acts that’s being reported on our papers while they do SQUAT at making this country a better place for us to live in. And they have the bloody CHEEK to tell ME to plant vegetables and take the fucking public transport as they happily use MY hard earned money to pay for THEIR expensive foreign cars, ginormous houses, fancy parties and their overseas “lawatan sambil belajar” excursions. The thought of how you guys are running this place makes me sick. SO FUCK YOU. Sian. Some days I just don’t feel like waking up. Like a 7 year old kid who refuses to go to school. Maaaaaa… I dun wanna go to workkk. :’( The Great Oreo Tasting Experiment Oreo remains to me, one of my favourite cookies simply because: 1. It’s super duper tasty (Oh how the crunchiness of the dark outer biscuits complements the smooth velvet sweet filling in the middle, YUM!) and 2. A single roll retails for oh what an amazing price of….. less than RM3. What about Timtams I hear you cry? No doubt TimTams are divine food bestowed upon us by the gods but with Oreos, you can have your cookie and eat it too. Without feeling empty inside. Your wallet. Well today’s post is actually NOT about how wonderful Oreos is. No sir. It’s about finding out what is THE best way of devouring the ebony circles of joy. The packaging recommends a trick: Twist. Lick. Dunk. Wikihow also showcases a few popular methods. So many ways! But which way is THE best way? Cleverly using Oreos as bait, I managed to lure a group of housemates to conduct a very simple experiment. An experiment which would change their lives as they know it, FOREVER! The guinea pigs were questioned about their preferred methods of eating the cookies. Responses were mostly, “Just eat it lah”. A little shy perhaps? Instructions were given to the willing participants to it eat the cookies using 3 most popular prescribed methods. Why just 3? Because I said so and besides 4 would be overkill. The 3 methods were: 1. Twist. Lick. Eat 2. Dunk in cold milk. Eat. 3. Pop the cookie in mouth. Eat. Then comes the taste test itself. Everybody was of course more than happy to stuff their faces with delicious Oreo cookies! Shy? No. Shy was nowhere to be found, hehe! Each participant then finally notes down his or her favourite method of the 3, citing reasons. Conclusion: Out of the 3, dunking the Oreo in milk first before eating it is the best way of eating an Oreo. Why? When the Oreo is consumed by itself, the biscuit is a little dry in the mouth, and the creamy filling a little too sweet. But when an Oreo is dunk into milk, it softens the cookie, thus making it easier to consume. Also, the taste of the milk on the Oreo cookie develops and enhances the taste of the cookie. It tastes like…. a handful of fluffy clouds mixed with a few drops of sunshine, blue skies and a spot of rainbow. No, seriously. Argh. Excuse me, I have this sudden crazy urge to stuff my face with Oreos and milk…. bai! Cova Beer Buffet It took me too long but I finally did it. I went for that Cova’s Beer Buffet. We must be there on time, I told Eyeris. We must be there on time and early so we can pace ourselves throughout the four hours and make the most of our money! We entered Cova at about 5.15pm. Sat down. Ordered our Kilkenny. The Beer Buffet please. Oh it’s not a pint! It’s a glass! No matter. It’s a buffet anyway, we can order as many as our livers and bellies can take. Woah! It’s actually not too watered down like most places, excellent! First glass. Down easy. Thirsty, man. Second glass comes. It’s weird man. Let’s order some finger food. We need to eat anyway, we’re staying for dinner! Second glass down. Hey are we getting loud? That couple didn’t want to sit anywhere near us. But it can’t be because we were loud. It’s only our second glass, kan? Need to pee. MMmmm. The sauteed mushroom is finally here! Delicious! Everything tastes great when your tastebuds are covered in ale. Third glass down. Er, people are looking at us wei. What? Never see people drinking before dark is it? Pffft fuggoff. Let’s order something else… har? Scones? Set. Scones come! Yum yum yum! Is the food here ACTUALLY good or is it because we are already high? Whatever! Yum yum yum! Fourth glass… eh. Need to pee. Look at that! Some loser finished his dinner but didn’t even finish his pint of Kilkenny! Almost 1/3 left! Wtf is wrong with him! Loser loser loser loser! Need to pee. Fifth glass… Fries! Fries would be SO excellent now. Omg I’m feeling it already whee! My tummy so bloated lah I hate this feeling. The only reason why I can’t drink too many of this lovely thing is because my tummy capacity is too limited. I bet they were counting on that. You! Keep drinking! Don’t let me down! Okok I still drink lah. slowly Slowly. Fifth glass mah! Fifth glass more than make back our money already! Need to pee. The fries are yum! Wah! Four types of sauce! In soup spoons! Wah check out the presentation! Half of fifth… wah you so fast finish. Here finish my half want to order fresh glass hehe nyeh! ……. I dowan d. *HiC*hIc*HIc*hiC* *bUrP* Total damage = over RM200 spent in 4 hours. 3 types of finger food. Kilkenny beer buffet for 2. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Verdict: The beer buffet was worth it.. but I think everything else on their menu is pretty much daylight robbery. I mean, even a CAN of COKE costs RM8. I heard this offer lasts until the end of the year. PLEASE MAKE ME HAPPY. SPONSOR ME. The Dark Knight It’s hard to imagine that an overused, overquoted cheesy line from a soppy romance comedy would make its appearance in a dark, action-packed comic film. But it did. And it appeared in one of the most tensed scenes in the movie no less. Where Batman was just about to plummel the Joker into a pulp. The Joker, in all his clown make-up glory, staring Batman straight to his face, uttered these 3 words with such earnest and innocence, as if they were star-crossed lovers. “You complete me” So contradicting and ironic, you can’t help but giggle. What? Did he really say that? Did he mean what he said, or was he just… joking? But how can the good co-exist with the evil? How are they dependant on each other when they are polar opposites? Day and night. Fire and water. Moon and the sun. Ying and Yang. And yet when you think about it, one wouldn’t have been able to exist without the existence of the other. Like 2 sides of a coin. A balance. “You complete me” Every beginning has an ending. Every good time ends. Every bad time ends. A never-ending cycle. With The Dark Knight reigning over Gotham and single handedly becoming the icon of ultimate good, the birth of the ultimate evil was bound to happen. And it happened in the form of The Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime. No DNA, no fingerprints. Custom clothing, no tags or brand labels. No name, no other alias. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. His motive? Not money. Not pleasure. Not revenge. But just because. Like the Devil is to God. You can’t blame the devil for being evil. He’s just doing his job. And just like Bruce Wayne is doing his job to keep the city free from crime, it is the Joker’s job to keep it filled with crime. The perfect criminal. With no other motives except to be the epitome of and to create evil. “You complete me” We don’t usually root for the bad guy because it’s wrong, because the bad guy is always so hateful. But this bad guy is so good, you can’t help but respect him for his utter and complete devotion to his craft. He has only one goal and he goes all out to achieve it. His purpose is clear. His intent is pure. How do you loathe someone like that? TDK is the type of movie every producers and directors can only dream of making. They set out with good intentions to make the best movie ever, but more often than not, they miss the point by a mile because they tried too hard. With TDK, execution was just right. Clever lines which will be re-quoted again and again for years to come. Real and memorable characters. Impeccable timing. Elaborate set. Ass-kicking storyline. Action sequences which blow your mind away. Emotions that it stirs within you. It was perfect. Heath Ledger did more than play a character. He brought it to life. TDK was not just a superhero film. It was storytelling at its finest. More: Official website On IMDB Rotten Tomatoes Don’t Call Me a Blogger I haven’t been updating as much as I would like to. Then again, I’m not sure whether I want to update as much anymore. Blogs and blogging was once fun. It doesn’t feel so fun anymore. It was an avenue for me to rant freely. To read other people’s writings and vicariously live through them. A place where I met creatures with the same interests and forged friendships. Yes I own a blog. But please, don’t call me a blogger. I have no authority over any subject matter. Owning a blog does not make me more superior than you. My real life does not revolve around blog-related activities or the blogging community. I don’t know many bloggers, let alone hang out with all of them. I don’t really give a shit about the circus we call politics, blogwise or in real-life. I don’t update my blog daily about every single mundane shit that happens in my offline life. I can’t be bothered to tag along like a lost puppy or actively hang with the elite few JUST for favours. Or fame. Or traffic. I don’t introduce myself using “Hi, I’m FA of Fireangelism”. Neither do I leverage on my blog to gain favours, be recognised, gain entries, or get laid. I do not stop you from eating your meal just to whip out a camera, take a picture, and blog about how awesome it is on my blog. I hardly read blogs anymore, save for a couple - mostly because they are friends. I’m not a money/fame/ad whore who churns posts after posts of advertorials which are completely irrelevant to what I am or what my blog is about or I simply hate just because I want the money or keep the network or too scared to just fucking say no. I delete all your stupid spam invites and press releases. I will not watch my language and my image just because you tell me to because I KNOW that there more fucked-up publications out there which are accessible to just about anyone with a click of a mouse button. On the other hand, I don’t say whatever the fuck I want without any form of self-censorship or responsibility JUST because I plaster my face all over the internet and have a pseudonym. I do not live for ALL your free stuff. Just some of it. We’re NOT automatically friends, just because you have a blog too. I do not consistently have more pictures than words in my posts. I’m not in my tweens, glamorous or hot. What you read or see or hear about bloggers in any form of media does NOT apply to me, or have any association with me, and it does NOT represent me at all. I don’t want to have anything to do with the so-called “icons” which represent the “community”. In fact, if anything, I detest what the blogging community has festered into and I am not proud to be associated with it in any way. I have a real life and it does not revolve around blogs and blogging. A real (crummy) day job. Real friends (who also happen to blog too and I get asked to tag along for their parties. Go me!). I’m a terrible blogger. I loathe being called one. So please, don’t call me a blogger. I’m a random somebody who enjoys her drinks and parties and who enjoys jotting down her thoughts in an online journal just because she thinks it’s fun. But I still love free stuff. Please Get Me This Tshirt, Kthx One in every colour. Stolen from a Wikipedia entry, here My birthday is coming. Back still headachey and vomitey though. Some updates while I still can manage 1. TDK is THE movie of the year. 2. did an Oreo experiment which I will post up next week 3. Why is that annoying bitch from that annoying Grey’s Anatomy starring in yet another stupid doctor series. Why why why why why why my tiny sick brain just simply cannot understand why the producers would think that we’d enjoy having her butt ugly face on tv. 4. i’m going to go buy myself a baseball bat. and i will not hesitate to use it when appropriate. 5. can’t work. why am i even in the office? stupid. kthx. MIA Food poisoning. purgepurgepurgepuke Not available for work, blogging, socialising, or even booze. see you next week. kthxbai Demotivated Data entrying. We hates its. WJY 3832 While 10-15 cars were impatiently piling up in a line to take a right turning, our hero of the day decided to drive all the way to the start of the line, nonchalantly looked over at me, ate into my space, and casually took the turning. Bastard animal go die and rot in the 47th circle of hell where armies of 7 feet lustful sodomisers with spiked dicks the size of a sea cucumber await for assholes like him to drop by for an eternity of back-door fun. @(#*$(@#*$(@#$ Argh. Too stressed and busy and tired to curse and swear further. I’ll leave it up to you guys. Kthx. Naruto Shippuden The Movie! I just watched it! Yeah I know I’m probably the one person on earth to watch it but STILL! I WATCHED IT! I haven’t been following the series though. Bad girl. To get a few things of my chest. 1. Almost lol-ed at the scene where Naruto’s in his shampoo advertisement moment. Fan service? You bet. But it sure made him look pretty! Haha. 2. Probably better than the first 3 movies, but it still feels rushed, fragmented and incomplete 3. The last scene AFTER the credits was hilarious because Naruto was being his usual blur self with his normal gung-ho response when the protagonist hinted that they should “do something together”. “CALL ME ANYTIME YOU NEED ME!” LOL 4. The subtitle was so shit, that it got me confused. Some of the English words, I swear, they made it up 5. Lee and his super chocolate bean. HAHAHA. It took me a few minutes but it suddenly occurred to me that it was LIQUOUR CHOCOLATE. 6. I keep fast-forwarding the fight scenes against the terracotta army because it felt too long and unnecessary. Should I look forward to the Second Shippuden movie? The one which is due to be released on my BIRTHDAY? The one which features SASUKE? Oh well, why not. THE DARKNIGHT. PREMIER. TWO FREE TICKETS. WIN IT. So, I have two tickets sponsored by Nokia up for grabs. Just because I am awesome. You know you want the tickets. I can see you salivating. But how? How will you ever get your grubby little hands on them? Only if you win the contest of course. Ohgod. Why another contest? Because life’s a bitch and you have to earn something to appreciate it. To participate, follow these simple steps: 1. Create a new Batman villain. 2. Describe the villain in one paragraph of no less than 100 words. 3. Email it to aphroditus(at)gmail.com (only email submissions accepted) 4. By Sunday, 13th July 2008 5. Please provide your name and your valid contact number 6. If you receive an email from me – CONGRATS! YOU WON! And NO. You can not recycle other superhero’s villains and pass it off as a new Batman villain. But how will I know? Let’s just say I have a legion of comic book fanboys who know EVERYTHING there is to know. If we catch you passing off an unoriginal villain my ninjas WILL track you down and cut your toes off. With a rusty spoon. Did I mention that you’ll be fed before the premier? There’ll be dinner! Details of premier: Date: 15th July 2008 Time: 7:30pm (dinner) 8.45pm (movie) Dinner Venue: Paradiso, 4th floor, The Gardens, Midvalley Movie Venue: GSC Signature cinemas, 4th floor, The Gardens, Midvalley AND if that’s not fantastic enough, if you come dressed as any of the Batman characters for the premier you stand a chance to win the amazing Nokia N95 8GB! So what are you waiting for! Send in your emails already!!!! Sex And The City - The Movie Honestly, which urban girl and her mother has NOT heard of SATC? When I popped in the first DVD and the moment the SATC jingle was on I was hooked. The glam, the glitter, the glitz, the girls, the talk, the issues, the boys, the sex, the clothes, the shoes, the envying them for everything they have you can only dream of having. Some guy friends even had the cheek to say that “SATC is every girl’s porn”. Haha. How can it even be in the same category as porn? Production costs are much higher, songs are catchier, people are better looking, there’s more clothes, there’s a proper storyline and most importantly girls don’t quite jerk-off to it. It’s NOTHING like porn. SATC is more like every girl’s comic book. Well, after 6 seasons the girls had to get together one last time to milk it to the bone. Good? Well if you liked it to begin with, it shouldn’t disappoint. It’s like an entire season compressed into a 2 hour film. It’s bigger. It’s louder. It’s cornier. It’s sure as hell longer. At first I wasn’t sure. I’m not a huge die-hard fan. The last time I watched SATC was 3-4 years back and I had only watched Season 1 & 2. I remembered enjoying the series, but that was so long ago. What if it was totally different from what I remembered it to be? What if it didn’t meet my expectations? What if I hate it? It’s like, having to meet with an old and dear friend you haven’t been in touch with for years and not quite sure what to expect. But the moment you sit down and start chatting, a wave of familiarity hits you and you realize that everything about the person was exactly the same as you remembered. That was what The Movie felt like for me. I smiled and gushed and my eyes glazed over. I still wanted the clothes, the shoes, the bags, the lifestyle, the people, the rooms, their lives, the fairytales. The Questions were also answered. Will Charlotte ever lose her peppiness? How many times do we see Samantha’s exposed boobs? Will they ever give Miranda something else to wear besides homeless people’s rags? And of course, the most important, will that Mr. Big ever marry Carrie? One major gripe though, I thought there were too many shameless product placements. Names were dropped and products were flashed every 5 minutes – very irritating. Other than that, it’s SATC on the big screen! It’s fun, fluff and entertaining! I expected it to be fun and it was and I really enjoyed myself (no, not at all like how one would enjoy porn)! What WOULD be unexpected is if we actually get to catch it at our local cinemas. I mean, we’re talking about the country where they even censored the word “girl” in that Katy Perry’s “I kissed a girl” song on radio. So what do you think? Will it ever come to Malaysia as “Empat Gadis di Bandar”? Only time will tell. More: Rotten Tomatoes Official Website IMDB Euphoria by Ministry of Sound Was lucky enough to attend their preview last Thursday. This club is going to be FANTASTIC. Let me tell you why. First of all, it’s in P freaking J. A hundred gajillian points for that. Granted we’ve always had clubs in the PJ area, but none of it can ever be quite like this one. Euphoria is like Zouk and Velvet, only so much BETTER. Let me count the ways. 1.Proper ventilation This if the first time I could actually breathe without choking in here. Plus the higher ceiling makes the place look humongous and spacious. Actually the main reason why people can breathe in here most probably because…. 2. NO SMOKING IS ALLOWED Smoking is only allowed in the outdoor lounge area and Designated Smoking Areas, which is basically a room for smokers to hang out and smoke each other to death. I find it very difficult to describe to you in any language how insanely ecstatic I was when I found out about this. If I’m not mistaken, this brilliant concept was brought over from Singapore, where they had recently banned people from smoking inside clubs. Clubs in Singapore had to either build a special room for smokers, or smokers had to take their dirty business outside. This is seriously the best damn thing that could happen to all non-smokers who love to club and would like to be able to keep breathing. 3. Excellent music But what about the music I hear you cry? Well if you’re anything like me, you are fed up over the fact that the clubs in Malaysia only spin you three types of music. 1) Overplayed RnB & rap. 2 ) Old cheesy Retro. 3) Hard feng tau trance and techno. Who can forget those annoying wannabe-Timbaland DJs who like to scratch their CDs badly? Ugh. Do local clubs share the same CDs? If I’m going to pay a cover charge of RM40 and one stupid drink just to listen to you playing Ice-Ice Baby or Bon Jovi or the fucking Umbrella song I might as well just stay home and listen to the radio FOR FREE. Euphoria plays PROPER dance music. They do play RnB and retro but they REMIX it with infectious dance back beats which makes you want to get up and DANCE. Euphoria actually feels like a proper London Dance Club. Unfortunately, the dance music greatness isn’t very consistent because they do bring in the local DJs to spin, and when that happens, oh hello same old boring overplayed shitty songs. But when it’s good, it’s GOOD. 4. Tasteful, classy interior It definitely looks better than a cave or a blob of cement. Everything is like a “wow” or “woah” or “holy wtf”. The deco is really amazing. Chain-mail curtains. Custom-made chairs and tables. Cozy sofa and pillows. Carpeted floors. Ambient lighting. Five-star hotel looking toilets. Running-water wall decos. Glass-floor bridge (A must try! But not when drunk, or when wearing skirts or dresses, seriously girls what were you thinking?). Every part of the club looks different, it gives you the illusion of your “own little space”. I absolutely love that they put in so much effort to make this place look so pretty and not make it look like just another regular dance club. 5. Two dancefloors Wooden dance floors, Seriously, who makes them like that anymore? Everybody’s into cutting-costs and cement these days. And as if making them wooden isn’t wonderful enough, it VIBRATES to the beat of the music. 6. Premium This is the ouch part. Somebody’s gotta pay for all the expensive, classy deco, awesome systems and good music isn’t going to play by itself so it’s obviously going to be you and me. I heard that it’s going to be a bit more expensive than your usual Velvet to open a regular bottle of whiskey. But Cover charge as follows: RM50 on Fridays and Saturdays, RM40 on Wednesdays and Thursdays, RM20 on Sundays to Tuesdays. Admission is inclusive of 1 drink. But if you’re younger than 21, don’t bother trying to get in. This place is seriously going to ROCK it big time. Official Opening’s on 2 July. Guess where I’d like to be then? Official Website Write-up on Klue Is This Why I Don’t See Many Stray Dogs Anymore? Foreign workers eating dog meat By WANI MUTHIAH KLANG: Stray puppies are ending up as meals for foreign construction workers keen on reducing their food bills. Click -_-” wtf. Girls Don’t Have All the Fun Whoever said that being a girl was more fun? Bring the bugger to me. I’ll hang that idiot upside down by his toes while a rat feeds on his/her feet. While I’m trying to balance my chequebook, be a filial daughter, a decent friend, a loving companion, a productive employee, booze and find time to blog in between everything else, do I really WANT to spend time taking care unwanted hair growth on my legs, underarms, face and god knows where else? No, I don’t. But now and again I still find myself tangled up in some yoga lotus position trying to reach hard-to-reach places of my underarm, or having to through the time-consuming process of cold waxing my legs, or forcing to drive out to some dodgy shop to get my upper lip trimmed for a price of excruciating PAIN. The wall behind the greeting counter So when I heard the Bella centre offered a hair removal treatment via their Depilux Permanent Hair Removal system, I jumped on it! Serena C is the ambassador for this treatment and I saw their ad in The Star just the other day! What really attracted me to this was when I heard that the treatment will be 1) Almost painless and 2) Almost permanent. “Almost” painless because there is some slight pain which feels like a quick prick of a sharp needle. “Almost” permanent because while they promise a 95% chance of your hair never growing back, there is still a 5% chance that it could due to hormonal changes in our body as you age. Almost painless! Almost permanent! I’ll put my money on the table with that kind of odds in my favour, wouldn’t you? Almost immediately, I made an appointment to check the treatment out at their Midvalley branch. I arrived fashionably late (thank you, dear job and traffic jam) and was instantly whisked away into a private consultation room for a chat. The ambient consultation room The Depilux Permenant Hair Removal System employs a machine that utilizes this technology called Intense Pulse Light System. The thingy which flashes lights which kills your hair root What it does basically is that it emits a very bright, high density light (not a laser) to burn the root of your hair. This kills the root, or retarding it to the point where you can actually use your fingers to gently nudge the hair out of its root. Yup, I couldn’t believe it either. The walls upstairs were adorned with pretty wall paintings The treatment takes place in a different room located upstairs. I was made to take off my top and given a robe to put on. Then I was made to lie down and a pair of goggles were put on me to shield my eyes from the intense light emitted from the machine. The treatment room The center manager offered to give me her hand to hold, in case I got scared of the pain. This really freaked me out because I was starting to anticipate a really long, grueling session of, well, PAIN and my mind was promptly filled with mental images of PAIN and torture devices. To my surprise, the entire treatment lasted no longer than 3 minutes! What happens is that they take this light-emitting rod and flash it on various parts of your chosen area. Place. Flash. Place. Flash. Place. Flash. It was as quick as switching the torchlight on and off. What pain? It was just tiny micro quick little pricks, hah! I really like the wall paintings! To end the treatment they applied a gel-like substance on the treated area for a cooling effect. It’s been almost a full month since my first treatment I must say this: it works! It really works! Hair growth on the treated area (if you must know, it was my underarm) has deteriorated substantially. You see, I usually trim that area by plucking. After less than one week it grows back all thick and stubbly. However AFTER this treatment, I noticed that I hardly had any new hair growth in that area! Even after a whole month! It was practically as clean as the day after the treatment! Before! This sounds gross but I’m so amazed by how smooth it feels these days I keep touching it! So smooth! SO HAPPY!!! I was recommended to come for follow-up treatments to complete the treatment. For RM2,999 I would receive 5 sessions Hair Removal and 5 touch up sessions. After! It sounds a bit expensive, right? Well if you’re just curious and want a sampling session I understand that trial sessions are available at RM258 (for underarms), which is quite affordable because facial treatments these days costs about that much anyway right? If you’re interested to make an appointment, you could keep in touch with the good people from Bella Skin Care Centre at 03-2284 8088. Okay now I’m going to go and celebrate my freedom from fuzz, bye!