Post-BAC Gala Night

Ah. I am so glad I did not spend anything on this supposedly cool event! I sound like a sour-puss, but I believe I am not alone here. Of maybe I didn’t stay back long enough to wait for the dance to begin at the end of the evening. Too bored to wait that long. Kudos though to the organisers – they are fellow students at BAC too. The party was smooth, no hiccups so far at the time I was there. The moment I came in the ballroom late by an hour, the first thing on my mind was “Has dinner started yet?” I did not care for anything else, I came to eat! Like some jakun who had just came out of hiding in the trees. Hey, I even saw a pair of newly-weds at the table I was sitting at. OK la not newly-weds but got potential maybe? He was in all black, and she in all white. Romanticnya where is the sick bucket hahaha!

The famous blogger by the name of *psst!* – Waifon! – sat at the same table as me! So grand right, celebrity you know! We took pictures together you know! *grin grin wink wink* She looks so cute that night, no kawaii-chan wannabe could beat her hahaha! Hmm, in the Christmas spirit, like a Snowman! Plus she was all cute and adorable and funny too, so different from the evil persona in her blog. Hahahah=P

Waifon the Snowman =D

OK la minus the carrot nose =P

Next, I noticed Mei Er, looking so man. Mei Er is a girl okay, just be careful that she might swing a punch to you and its lights out! No la she’s not that ganas (I guess?=P)! So hee hee hahaheeheeheeee at the table, but so composed and solemn on stage. Yes, she performed! Acoustic solo so awesome! Like Avril Lavigne’s singing hahahaha! She (as in Mei Er) sang one of my favourite songs of all time, Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne. She dedicated it to her aunt who just passed away recently. So solemn, so dark. Then back at the table, heeheeheeehehaahahahahaheeeeehhheeeeheehehehe!

No pictures because I did not bring a camera and had to make do with just my lousy hand phone’s camera. And you know how excellent handphone’s cameras are in dim light. Photos come out blurry and dull. My phone doesn’t have flash so yeah. Wait til those people who’s got the pictures post it up then I’ll just link you there. =P

Nothing much to write about the Gala Night. Oh yeah, everyone was dressed to the tees. Guys suddenly looked handsome and the girls hot and sexy. The tomboys looked sweet and pretty. The rugged guys looked suave and elegant. I guess most put some effort into looking good for this event. Except for me=P Heck even Marilyn went shopping specifically for the gala, an hour before the thing started. Yeap. I only wore blusher and mascara and that’s it. Anyway, you can’t really see much in the dark lights no?=P

OK, that’s about it.

Here’s a nice photo to end such a dull post. =)

Pre-BAC Gala Night

Tonight I will be attending my college’s Gala Night. It’s something like prom. No I have not been on a major shopping spree. The only item I bought is a blusher. Everything else, I shall be “recycling” them – as I’ve wore/used those stuff way back during some prom I attended at the end of my high school year. I shamelessly borrowed dresses from friends to wear. Yes I am that freaking cheapskate as to even buy a cheap dress, as I am only going to wear it ONCE – and that’s it. The dress that I have from way back then is untouched. Why not recycle that dress too? – you might be thinking.

Well, because the strap on that dress has come loose. Yes, cheapskate dress too so I told my mum that she could try to sell it to some big busted lady. Well I don’t possess watermelons and do not intend in the future to enhance myself via plastic surgery thank you. I’d rather have a had time picking evening dresses than sticking foreign objects into myself thank you. By the way, yesterday, I watched that plastic surgery show on MTV. The particular episode was about this Asian chick who, even though is already super hot (ie: big booty and front bumpers to go with it), still feels that she isn’t hot enough “I got a flabby back that sticks out of my bottoms” (Not true, she’s imagining things) and decides to go for surgery.

Well, MTV just had to show how the gruesome operation went, and the doctors seem to work more like plumbers to me – they cut a hole on the underside of her bust and quickly shoved some mini balloon thingy into the hole, cut the skin on her lower back, her thighs and as though cutting through steak, proceeding to do something freakishly similar to her thighs. You could see the vigorous movements of the saw-thingy under her skin. Yuck to me! That’s mutilation!! Why would anyone want to go through that?? Fat as I may think I am, I will NEVER go under the knife like some piece of beef steak. MMmm speak of steak, I have a craving for some medium-done steak. =( NONONO I’m not like Dr. Hannibal okay, I’m not into human meat (Although, I read somewhere that it tastes like pork Maybe due to the similarity in diet between human and piggies? :/)

Back to the preparation for Gala Night. Initially, I did not bother one heck about it, for it had a RM60 ticket barrier. Not worth it I thought, plus I have to travel so far, buy new shoes, make-up, dress-up etc. For the 2nd year in a row, I have been asked to model in the fashion show too. I fong fei kei’ed the 1st organiser (I am really, really, truly sorry I know I shouldn’t have at the very last minute!! But I had no transport :’( – that year I had a free entrance too!:/), and immediately rejected the polite invitation by the 2nd organiser’s brother (or cousin?) this year. Must be crazy right??? Which insane girl would reject this fine opportunity to show-off prance around on stage in pretty clothings??
I had decided to attend only during my final year at the college, only then would it really feel good! You know, it’s really something to celebrate or party about then, no? Only then it’s really worth all the trouble and expenditure to attend. Stinginess Practicality rules over me any time.

This year, however, at the last minute, I got a FREE *sing hallelujah! Hallelujah!!!* ticket! So I said OK, since my best girlfriend Marilyn is going too. OK and my Mamasan Sock Kiam and her gang is going as well. If only more from my gang is going though. Ah well. Just go see the performances by my classmates.

I went job-hunting, and found these:

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Paranoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	Low
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	High
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	High
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Dependent Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Low
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You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

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Gackt-chan!

          Last night I had the most delicious dream! It’s been quite a while since I had a really nice dream… Usually I can’t remember them or I just plain don’t dream. Signs of brain decay probably.

 

          This particular dream can be categorised under “Korean soap drama”.

I dreamt that I was staying in Japan – in a beautiful city. It’s a dark and damp condition as it drizzles most of the time. The weather is cool. It is common to see mist on windows and windscreens.

 

          I seemed to have just arrived at the city, as I found myself being shown to an apartment atop a café by someone. In my right shoulder is a dark-coloured sling bag. Apparently I’m there on a job assignment, as I’ve got a thick test pad in my bag, as well as a laptop.

 

          Later, I find myself heading into a tower – similar building to KLCC – it’s got a huge shopping mall, high-class eateries, boutiques, etc. I’ve got my test pad in hand, and went into an elegant restaurant to meet up with a female colleague. The place wasn’t very packed – but a large crowd gathered at a specific table. My colleague (who arrived before me) was seated at a table just behind the huge crowd.

 

         “Wow, why sit here? Why not somewhere else – ?” I pointed to a clearer area. “Who IS that by the way? Some Japanese star?”

  

        “You didn’t get to see who’s that? It’s Gackt!”

 

 

 

 

         “Oh? Yeah right. Gackt would get a bigger crowd. You know, if I saw Gackt, I would be screaming and fainting at the same time,” I laugh.

 

          “Aiyoh! I saw so I know la!”

 

          “Right, maybe it’s just some androgynous not-so-famous-guy,” I conceded. Actually I did not even bother trying to see who the heck that was. “So, here’s what I’ve got so far….” (Takes out my notebook)

 

          “You know what? I’m going over too. You can order food first eat first if you want,” and my colleague quickly rushed over and my eyes just widened anime-like. Just as she did so, the crowd sort of dispersed a little. The star has probably done eating and going off.

 

          As I studied the menu, the star walked past my table. I didn’t give two nuts to even look. Seriously, I rather calculate whether the pricing was within my super-tight budget.

 

          And suddenly – –

          Somebody sat on the seat on my right. I just stared at him with “Whadya think you are doing?” look. That creep just stared at me in the face back. “Yes?” I said.

 

 

          Then the creep – the star I meant – got up and went off. My friend rushed back to me and sat the place where the star once sat.

 

          “Hey! He sat next to you!! You know him??? You worked somewhere and spoke to him before??”

 

          “Who–? That weirdo?”

 

          “GACKT!!!!”

 

          “It is? Oh, yeah, it is?? He looks familiar, but why so little make-up?”

 

 The dream moves on.

          After a conference at a glitzy hotel, I made my way to the lobby to hail a cab. I wasn’t hungry although it was dinnertime. Someone put a hand on my shoulder.

 

          “Yeah?”

 

          “Do you know who am I?” The creep.

 

          “Er… who?”

 

          “I am the androgynous-not-so-famous-guy. We met before at the restaurant.”

 

          “Oh. Gackt?” (HE can understand English? I thought Japanese guys are mostly confined to Engrish. =P)

 

          “Yes – not loud please.” (speaking in an undertone)

 

          “Seriously? Where’s your make-up?”

 

          “I don’t want to be recognise.”

 

          “Oh, OK. Erm, I am not a journalist or something…”

 

          “No.. No.. No matter. I wonder if you have dinner yet?”

 

          “No – why?”

 

          “Let’s go have a meal.. I know a beautiful place.”

 

          “Aren’t you a stranger? IS this a prank? Some TV game show?”

 

         “No show my dear. Just join me for dinner – not far from here, you can walk back here if you are worried. I spend.”

 

          That “I spend” was like magic – magic to a stingy person like me. I found myself having dinner with him.

 

Dream moved on.

          I am walking around the big shopping mall I first described.

 

          “What do you like?” Gackt  asked amidst signing autographs for fans that appear every so often.

 

          “Nothing,” I replied.

 

          “Don’t be shy, just say what you like.”

 

          “Really, nothing..”

 

Dream moved on.

          “I am leaving tomorrow night. So, is there any nice tourist attraction of Tokyo that I should see?”

 

          “Tomorrow night? Why you didn’t tell me?”

 

         “Er, what is it of your concern…?”

 

          “The truth? I have not met anyone who do not treat me as though I am a famous person – everyone fawns over me, special treatment – except you.”

 

         “Right. Everyone is a human, no difference to me.”

 

         “I would like to know you more..”

 

         “Don’t you know me already? You know my name, my birthday, my job..” laughs.

 

Dream moved on.

          I am at an airport.

          

          “Before you go, I have something for you.” Gackt  handed me a medium-sized box, wrapped in royal blue velvety cloth with a silver bow on top – much like a Christmas present.

 

          “Thank you! It’s not a bomb, is it?” I joked.

 

          “No… I want to give you something to remember before you go. An early birthday present, if you like.”

 

          “Wow .. You are early! Thank you! But – I don’t have anything to give you in return…”

          “No mind. I will remember you.”

 

          “Ah – contact details, maybe?”

 

          “I’ll find you – not in body maybe, but I’ll find you.”

 

          “Sounds like a stalker to me!”

 

           Small smile.

 

I wake up. Why did I not dream about HYDE instead? Maybe because he is married. I am so virtuous even in my dreams.

 

I tell you, strange dreams occur once in a while.

 

          Aloha! Just started a new blog here on WordPress. A proper post to be put up later. For now, merely tidying up the layout of the blog – personalising it, in other words. See the header? That’s my beloved little bitch of unknown origins. Born in 2006 on 17th January. The current great love of my life right now. Remember her name: Aeris – Deserving of her name as the one whom she is named after=) Click here and here to know more please thank you if you do not click the you’ll not understand the meaning of the name!

My Baby.