I hate your fucking face.

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.

1. You're ALWAYS late for class. 

You're always come up with some feeble lameass excuse to explain your tardiness when in actually reality you just can't be arsed to go to class on time. That's okay, just let your lecturer and classmate (note: singular) wait for you for 20mins every time because they have nothing better to do but wait for you anyway.

But wait, there's more!

If we had to wait 20mins for you in each class since the beginning of the semester, that makes it  6 classes/week x 7 weeks of classes so far x 20mins. That means we have been waiting for you for a total of 840mins so far do you know how many hours that is? 14 hours. 

Do you know how much could be accomplished in 14 hours? I would rather take that 14 hours to catch up on sleep or watch stupid sitcoms on my laptop than to aimlessly waste my time in a class waiting for you.

And if time= money, and the average salary per hour is RM4.50; you owe me RM63 in cold hard cash, bitch!

2. Your attitude sucks. 

First you're late to class, and then when you come to class you either a) eat, b) sleep or c) fiddle with your phone for a whole 2 hours thus making the lecturer focus all his/her attention on me and thus making me very very tired having to pay 100% attention all the time. 

Do you know how hard is it to stifle a yawn while maintaining eye contact? Do you know how tiring is it to have to nod and smile to reassure the lecturer every 30secs that somebody still cares enough to pay attention to the lesson? Show some respect bitch! And you tell me you want to be a lecturer too someday in the future. Hah, good luck with that.

3. You never contribute.

For our first interview in Seremban, I was the one who found us the office address, drove us there for the interview, got lost twice thanks to your lousy navigation, recorded the whole interview with the politician with MY voice recorder, took pictures of the interview with MY camera, paid for toll and petrol with MY angpau money and all you had to do was ask for the recordings and pics from me the next day.

Second interview, the same thing happens. I emailed to arrange for the interview, brought my voice recorder and took pics with my own camera again and all you had to do was ask for the interview recording from me. Your life so easy hor, people do all the work for you and all you had to do was ask me!

4. etc.

You borrowed my external hard disc to copy a movie for our group assignment. The next thing I know, I receive a call from you saying that my hard disc can no longer be detected by any computer. In other words everything that I have inside is gone and you have no idea how it happened when all you did was copy a movie and then left it. The funniest thing is, YOU DIDN'T EVEN COPY THE MOVIE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COPY! 

That means I just gave my RM300 external hard disc to you for nothing and lost 4 years worth of pictures, music, movies, applications and games for nothing.

FUCK THIS SHIT!

I don't know why I subject myself to deal with your bullshit everyday. Maybe it's because I'm too nice, or maybe because I just don't have a choice. 

But you know what, I decided that I have a choice after all and my choice is:

Not-So-Wonderstruck Anymore

I'm alive!!

Yes I know that I have not been blogging regularly as I promised in my last post, so now I am going to do a short FML post before I head to bed.

Okay so my story is about my latest splurge- Taylor Swift's Wonderstruck perfume which I have been DYING to get my hands on since it was out. I admit that I am not an avid perfume spritzer, and that I already have two other branded perfumes sitting on my table looking all pretty and unloved wtf. But when my sister's friend went to US for a vacation and asked me if I wanted anything, I just had to ask for her to bring it back to me. And she did so here is it:

It was everything I imagined and more. The bottle was solid and heavy, the purple holographic glitter looked luminous, and everything just looked so shiny and intricately made that it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And then I opened the cap and took a whiff.

The smell was fruity and sweet, with floral and vanilla undertones but it mostly just smelled like candies and fruit. Most people would just embrace and come to love the smell, but I found that it smelled vaguely familiar, and then it hit me:

It smells just like Britney Spears's Midnight Fantasy! And unfortunately for me, I am already a proud owner of a 50ml bottle of Britney's perfume, so it's like I just went and bought a new scent that I already own fml.

The good news is I absolutely love the smell of the perfume (reminds me of the song I knew I love you before I met you wtf), but I'm quite disappointed at the same time because I already have another perfume with the same smell. 

So yeah, moral of the story: always test out the perfume before purchasing it no matter who's name is on it! But since I love Taylor Swift so much I don't mind lah and I'll keep buying whatever she comes out with wtf.

Okay end of rant and off to bed so byes!

Pesto, Signore?

So I put on my cooking hat today and made me some pesto pasta for lunch today. Most people only know about eating pasta with red or white sauces, so now you know there is pasta with green sauce as well! To make pesto sauce, all you need are basil leaves, pine nuts, garlic and olive oil and then blend them all together.

Because I only made just enough sauce for myself, the blender couldn't blend my basil leaves into a finer paste  as everything kept sticking to the sides. So I had to whip out the mortar and pestle to pound it myself T.T Ironically, this was how the name "pesto" originated so I took it as a good sign haha.

super old school!

The pounding took me forever because it is super difficult to pound leaves that are flat, if that makes any sense to you. Also, whenever I pound it, the green sauce keeps spurting out to my face fml. But at least it made it into a smoother paste and texture.

Tadaa!

Once the blending and pounding are done, all you have to do is to mix in your pasta and voila! The basil leaves are what makes the pesto sauce green so it might look gross and all, but it tastes and smells absolutely heavenly!  Some people might get turned off by the strong herbal zing of the basil so I guess pesto might not be your cup of tea. Oh well, your loss!

Baby V

Today is the last day of 2011. Looking back, it had been a hell of a year. I guess there are a few things I did that I could be proud of this year, but I've also hit a new low as well. But I guess that's life, you'll just have to pick yourself up, shake the dust off your gorgeous navy blue Zara blazer and move on.

This year, I'm going to be spending New Year's Eve with family. I still vividly recall last year's (awesome) catastrophe of a celebration with my friends, and the quiet affair with Alex 2 years before. Time really does fly.

Now before I go, here are some cute photos from the impromptu shoot I did of my baby cousin Vihaan during his last visit to my house. He is now 7 months old and growing bigger every time I see him! These pictures were backdated about 2 months but I guess he still looks more or less the same now haha.

Introducing baby Vihaan (pronounced vee-hern)

Oh and of course, the latest picture of Cayden from last week when we went to Muar for a short vacation. He's such a big boy now he can practically do anything! But don't be fooled by his chubby little face for he's a evil baby genius and a master manipulator of kindred spirits wtf.

Since this is going to be the last entry of the year, I'm gonna wish everyone a Happy New Year and stop here. This 2012, I aspire to read and write more to hone my skills to prepare me for work so keep reading my blog coz this bitch is back! 

Pick Up The Pieces

It's been a long while since my last entry, and truth is, so much happened in between that I don't know how to continue where I left off. All the happy times, sad events and good memories will remain in my mind alone. I was a ghost for the past few months.

Maybe it's time to start over and the time is now.