I’m in the most unexciting phase of my life right now, so I really don’t know what I can blog about. Should I blog about my incredibly amazing and wonderful adventure with my first time using tampons? Hmm maybe. Should I talk about how happy I am that Barry is coming in 3 days? Maybe. Should I blog about how angry I have been thanks to a certain someone? Maybe. Should I talk about my sudden realization in class today? Perhaps. How about all of the above? Sure why not.

Actually no, I changed my mind. I’m not going to talk about any of the above.

Let’s play a game.

I’ve done this before last time but since I don’t have anything interesting to talk about now, let’s do it again.

Ask me a question, any question, and I’ll answer you. Rules: only 1 question per person, I can choose not to answer your question, and you must leave your real name and real email address. Of course, I have no means to verify that but let’s pretend I do ok wtf.

3,2,1 set go!

Whoever asks the best question wins a virtual tupperware.

2nd prize is a virtual quaker instant oatmeal (regular flavor).

I’m a very normal person. I live in a normal part of the country, with the most normal family you can imagine. I have very normal happy friends, a normal car that I share with my mom and sis, and a normal boyfriend who loves me. I am of an average height, with below average size of mammaries. Basically, everything in my life screams mediocrity.

I’m your super average girl next door. My pastimes include surfing the net, reading Murakami books and collecting stamps. Sometimes when I feel adventurous, I venture above the comfort of my ordinary-looking home and I go to the mall. But that’s about it. And then I’ll come back from the mall and slip back into my conventional life.

Like any other normal person, I have my flaws. I’m a master of procrastination. I am beyond help when it comes to dealing with my laziness. I have a love hate relationship with money. I am too emotional for my own good.

But don’t get me wrong, I love being normal. I embrace mediocrity.

This is me writing a very normal post. If you’re looking for a point in all this, look no more because there isn’t any.

Today is a special day.

Because it is today. Today is About Me day.

p.s: i made that up, today is actually Know Yourself day

p.p.s: i made that up too, but in all seriousness, today is Talk Nonsense day

p.p.p.s: for realz now, today is Suet Is Awesome day. but you can tell me about yourself if you want.

Ok innocent question: do your grades really matter when looking for a job in the future? or would you say how you do in the interview/your knowledge/past internships matter more? Cause I’m totally flunking this semester and I’m so worried but at the same time couldn’t really care less to do well EVERY semester. Give me a break =( I thought college is when you’re supposed to be enjoying life the most? Is that true? Should that be true? Or will I regret not putting in as much effort and end up screwing my gpa..

An example: I kinda screwed up my first midterm for Psych (i got 83..which is a B) and because of that, in order to get A in that class, I need to get at least 98% for both my two exams later. Crazy ar how to get 98%!!! So question: should I study kao kao super damn hard just to get the A, or just chill and relax= chillax and hope for the best wtf.

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I just realized that I’m sort of a workaholic wtf but I also realized that ALL my jobs are rather low in skills..which is depressing to know.

I started my first job when I was 15. I worked in a restaurant as a waitress, albeit illegally because I was underaged. I also did a short stint as a telemarketer (i had to sell insurance wtf)

When I was 16, I became a waitress again.

When I was 17, I decided that I might wanna take up medicine and become a doctor. So, I thought hey let’s experience life being a doctor first, and so I worked as a nurse in a clinic.

This job changed my life. No serious. Because of this and all the doctor’s advices, I decided against pursuing my dreams of becoming a gynaecologist and that’s why I’m here as an Econ major. To be honest, I wasn’t very gung-ho about inspecting vajayjays for the rest of my life, I was only in it for the money..

Anyway I really liked being a nurse though! I learned all the names of the medicines and which medicine is for which illness, all in one day! I really liked talking to the patients, and talking to my doctor about his life as a doctor (which sucks. seriously. he told me to NEVER become a doctor unless I have the passion for it, cause life as a doc sucks)

When I was 18, I worked as a waitress again! I loveeee being a waitress in Pizza Uno cause I really genuinely liked the food there, I loved the people I worked with, and I really liked talking to all the customers! Everyday was different because you meet and talk to different types of people.

After years of getting only RM5 an hour, I advanced to another level wtf and started doing part time jobs as a promoter. It was really hard, but I could earn up to RM30 an hour! I did this for a year.

Then I came here. I worked in the kitchen last year and this year, I’m doing all types of different jobs. I worked as a ball runner, I’m now working as a shot clock monitor for basketball games, I clean the kitchenette in my dorm, I wash dishes in the campus center and I’m also a waitress in the college’s hotel.

Sometimes, I help clear the trash in my dorm for extra money too. My best friends are worms I’m not kidding T____T I’ve seen sooo many of them T___T

Life is hard, especially when you’re always doing unskilled jobs T___T

Rich people, appreciate your life while it lasts wtf. I always feel how life is so unfair cause some people are so rich they don’t have to work like shit while they’re still studying but recently I’ve been thinking..thanks to all the people who pay full tuition to my college, that’s how they can afford to give me my scholarship anyway so whee!

And I also feel that since I work hard for my money, that’s how I really take care of my spending. Because buying a top = $10 is equivalent to me cleaning dishes for an hour. Is the top worth it? Will I clean dishes/run after a ball on a cold rainy day/do trash for that top? Most of the time the answer is no, so that’s how you get a kiamsiap Suet ^_^

Another way you can go about being frugal is to think of your parents. Before buying something you don’t really need, think of your mom in the office, doing shit for other people, getting scolded by the boss, think of your dad travelling to work everyday just to earn enough money for your family and here you are wasting that on a stupid top/dress/handphone/whatever?? It works every time!

I think I have exceeded my word limit since my last few posts are so wordy and long-winded so here is a picture post!

Last week I went to the mall alone cause I was too lazy to find someone to go with me and I went cause I needed to return something anyway so it’s okay shopping alone is fun too!

Anyway I didn’t wanna buy anything but I had 1 more hour before the bus arrived, so I let myself loose and told myself to just TRY WHATEVER I LIKE WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE PRICE TAGS! yays and i did!

pink dress from forever21

another dress!

can sorta fold it and yay now it’s a skirt

i like this skirt but it’s so expensive! $20 i think bleh

thanks to taking so many pictures, I almost missed the bus wtf

For election day, Ben & Jerry’s had free ice cream day!!!!! for everyone!!!!!!!!1 even if you didn’t vote!!!!!!

the line, we were kinda early so we didn’t have to wait that long

whoop dee doo!

what should i get?? everything looked soooo good!

alas we could only choose one, so we got strawberry cheesecake! mmm

Contrary to popular belief, no I did not get a second cone although I could because…no because lah I’m just not thaaaat greedy……….(but I would have gotten a second one if the bus wasn’t there already wtf)

Last weekend, I went to Variasians! It’s a cultural night event/show thingy and I was gonna perform.

Finally got to wear my RM15 dress again *warm and fuzzy with joy at the thought of it being rm15 wtf

and rm25 cardigan which I reallyyyyyyyyyyy like! joy to the world

I was in the fashion show and I was representing Thailand!

I would have represented Malaysia cause I brought my kebaya!! BUT only the top part T____T I left the sarung at home boohooooo

o hai! iz me!

sawadeekap wtf

with this viet guy but i forgot his name wuwu

with eva who was representing jap

with..err forgot her name wtf it’s not my fault that all vietnamese names are so hard to remember! phuong phuc duong tran tranh tho duong nguyen wtf the other day I went to a Viet party and we played this name game omg

came back and camwhored more. How did I make my eyes look soooo big? I combined two fake lashes again!

thinking of a caption for a picture like this is the hardest part so i’m just gonna stick with “hello this is me being vain”

Anyway, and then I had to strip off all my makeup and pretty dress and tie up my hair and..

and wear jeans and sneakers

to go to work T___________T

like cinderella T__T when the clock struck 10 (in my case), I had to transform into a kitchen cleaner wtf

But oh well, 3 hours= $24 kaching kaching

So many people saw me and they were like “weren’t you at the show a minute ago?!”

And I went “err no I’ve been working here all night”

And they went “WTF?! Really?”

And I went “no not really wtf”

hahahaah not funny also ok goodnight

It took me two days staring blankly at my Write Post page, wondering how to write this post. I want to make it perfect, but try as I might it just seems flawed. I want to make it sweet, but try as I might it just seems lame and cheesy. I want to make it something you’ll never forget, but try as I might whatever I write seems so forgettable.

So today, I’m sitting here two days past your birthday, telling myself to just fuck it and just write what I feel. Why try so hard to make it sweet and only have it look cheesy when I’m only writing it to impress?

What I really feel:

blessed.

I feel very blessed that I have found someone like you. I feel very blessed that we chanced upon the fate to meet that Sunday. I feel blessed that your mom gave birth to you. I feel blessed that I’m with someone who has never failed to make me the happiest person on earth for the last few years.

What I really feel:

excited

I feel excited that you’ve grown a year older, because that means that’s only another 1.5 years to your graduation and to you finally working. I feel excited at the prospect of you working and me working and us trying out life as a working couple. I feel excited cause that also means it’s only 6 years before we can get married and live happily ever after!!!1 I can’t wait for us to start our lives together

What I really feel:

accomplished

I feel accomplished that I played a part in changing you for the better. From the angry goth that you once were, you’ve grown to be one of the finest young men I know. You never once let your ego ruin your relationship, unlike most men I know. You always know what’s important to you and you will always try to not let anyone take that away, even if it means humbling down and admit that you’re wrong even if we both know I’m at fault.

To my best friend who has never tried to judge me in whatever circumstances, to the person who listens to me bitch and bitches along with me although he doesn’t even know what really happened, to the person who takes me in his arms and lets me cry on his shoulder and wipes my snots away when I get emo after a sad movie, to my soulmate who finishes my sentences and knows the exact answer to the super hard question of “do you know what I really feel like eating now” because I feel like eating different things everyday, to-

wait, I can never finish writing that list.

But I will try.

To the best boyfriend in the world whom I can never get bored talking on the phone with, to the only person I can see at work everyday for 3 months and still miss when I have to go back and sleep and only see you tomorrow, to the person I am willing to try as hard as I can to maintain a long distance relationship for years, to the only guy who can make me laugh when I’m mad by doing a chicken dance, to the person I will readily sacrifice my life for, to the person I can count on no matter what,

to the guy who spent days writing love notes on tiny papers and folded them and inserted them into 56 hershey kisses just so I have something to look forward to everyday before we finally meet again,

(I’ll continue the list next month on our anniversary, and I’ll include some of the notes he wrote :))

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

phew finally after all that long crap! I’ll give you your present when you get here in 11 daysssssssss! Let me give you a clue on what that present is: H_i_a_e_e  C_i_k_n  R_c_ (actually barry already knew this, so see if the rest of you can guess!)

p.s: I think my readers are getting pretty sick of lovey dovey emo sweet mushy posts so I’m gonna take a break from that for a while…(which will fail wtf cause I’m an emo lovey dovey person like that)

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oh oh! I found some of the comments that Barry has left in my blog, trying to defend me from stupid flamers. They’re really funny!

This is from the dear diary post, where I was depressed and all.

jimmy Says:

u NEED a new boyfriend.

Baz Says:

jimmy: you need a new name, jimmy is a shitty name for a vagina.

HAHAHA

This is from the i have a date with spring post, where I talked about having a virtual date with him on skype
pear says:

barry the sissy boy!

Baz says:

pear: Sissy? I’m assuming that you’re a dude or a dyke, and I could fucking take you, and you know it. I’m not ashamed of being nice to my girlfriend. Maybe you don’t understand this whole love business because the only relationship you have is with your Level 12 Elf in World of Warcraft.

HAHAH level 12 elf wtf

From my makeup post, pear strikes again wtf

pear says:

BARRY PONDAN HAHAHAHA

(err wtf?)

Baz says:

PEAR HAS A BREAST ON HIS FOREHEAD WTF

hahahahhah breast on forehead damn wtf hahahaha

There are a lot more but I’m running late for work now! bye!

STUPID SUET, never trust someone you don’t know that well ever again. Not everyone is worthy of your trust, not everyone has your best intentions at heart and not everyone is as nice as they should be.

learn, will you.

and stop thinking that everything that seems good at first comes with no catch.

grow up, will you.