Woopz Productionz.

Haven't had the time to eat a decent meal, what more blog. Crazy Monashians.

Anyways, i'm having my midterm break now, so i have a lil' more time to blog. No, actually i haven't. Assignments are still awaiting me. But nevermind them first.

Back to the Topic.

Yes, K.H. Kemahiran Hidup. Living Skills.

Y'know, i hated that subject. Save for the part where it involved sawing wood. I love sawing wood :). Sawing AND polishing wood, with sandpaper. Nice....
All the cooking and sewing has scarred me for life. My jahitan kia was the 'teruk-est'. How can anyone with normal eyesight poke the needle tip into the SAME hole repeatedly, huh, HOW?

Nevertheless, i wouldn't say that KH was totally useless for me. I learnt what CONSUMERISME was.

Oh, was it in KH that this was taught? Woopz. Can't Remember.

Anyways, Phangz was saying that there was this 1 meter long sour tape on the market, of which i have never seen so far. I LOVED sour tapes and would eat at least one per week when I was in primary school. But so far I've only ever tasted the short ones. And now Phangz is telling that I missed out on the best stuff - the 1 meter long ones!

And how surprised was I when I saw it on sale at the stationery shop near my house. Wuah, of course I bought it la!

Changed my blog title from Reflections to Woopz Productionz. None of my entries are reflections. I don’t reflect. And Woopz Productionz has absolutely no meaning. So now I would have to change my header picture. Woopz.

WOKIE!

Planet Hollywood Pictures time! Sorry for the delay in updating but if you all don’t know yet, I study at a university aiming to excel at churning out mindless report-writing mad scientists. While charging exorbitant fees. What superb marketing people they have.

Anyways, I nearly deformed my fingers today during laboratory session. The lecturer was too giam (as in giam siap, stingy) to give us rubber gloves to transfer concentrated, corrosive acid. The aluminium foil melted/reacted with the acid on contact and generated so much heat it nearly scorched my bushy eyebrows. WEI I PAY EXPENSIVE LAB FEES LA! Damn giam.

Woopz. Digressed.

We were supposed to be at Planet Hollywood by 8.30pm. However as usual, nearly everyone was late. Traffic jam, police kacau, took wrong turn, pump petrol, need to make up, boss scold, tyre pancit (ok, I know, it’s punctured), etc various standardized late excuses are ingrained in us Malaysians. When Sheena, Pikyi and I arrived at about 8.45pm (?), Wayz and boyfriend Hann Jing was already waiting for us.

Oh, how come Sheena, Pikyi and I arrived together, you ask (or maybe you didn’t)? They came over to my house to bathe straight after lab. Which brings us to another different (long) story whereby I had to skip class to clean up my room before they came over. Nevermind bout that.

Later on, Cynthia arrived towing along with her a boyfriend, named Jonathan. Then along came flower Phangz, Darren, Ding Ding and MX.

Pikyi, Phangz and I decided to leave all the ordering (work) to our Kakak Sheena who expertly and efficiently ordered Hawaiian Pizza, some pasta whose Italian name I cannot remember (the white, creamy type, not the tomato-ey type), and BBQ chicken. Wootz.

Now, for the highlights of this blog, PWETTY PICs of us. *nodsw vigourously*

Cynthia and Way Yee turned 20 on the 8th and 9th on September respectively. We very happily obliged to celebrate for them *winks repetitively*.

It was decided by Kakak Sheena that we were to have dinner at Planet Hollywood @ Bintang Walk. Which i totally disagree cos its damn EXPENSIVE and i dun have 'mountain' (i.e. banker) to pay for me. :(

Digressing. And no, i did not totally disagree. Whatever.

Planet Hollywood Pictures to be upload l8r because i'm more excited about uploading the Qba photos. No one said blogging should be chronological.

Anyways, we have been wanting to go clubbing for ages but didn't get the chance to. Till now...

Hehehe...

We decided to go to a rich people place to mingle with rich people. Hehe. Actually, it was rich person Way Yee who decided the place. No, it was Wayz's rich friends who decided. Woopz. Digressing again.

So, we were to club at this super high class place called Qba in Westin KL. Which is beside JW Marriot and Louis Vuitton which goes to show the high-classness of the place.

When we first arrived at the front entrance of Qba, we were kinda skeptic because the place was silent and elegant. Like a hotel lobby.

How wrong were we.

We were then led into the main bar area, which was only accessible through a maze of, erm, velvet curtains.

Then we saw this.

The place was full of old men. And gwei los. And yuppies. Which totally different from our usual crowd i.e. the la-las... Heck most of them were smoking cigar. And to me, cigars are for old mafia bigshots. *Innocent Me*.

Anyways, a little background on the place first.
Its signboard reads Qba Latin Bar and Restaurant.
They have live latin/salsa music. Which is totally Fab-ulouso.
No cover charge.
Featured in Malaysian Tatler magazine, which speaks volumes because Malaysian Tatler features the whos who in Malaysia. Dun play play. I will be on the front page one day.... maybe....

The place doesn't have cover charge, so we ordered a bottle of Chivas and another bottle of Absolut Vodka. The pure type. No nonsense flavouring like mandarin or peppar. Who likes to drink PEPPER! Woopz, actually i've never tasted any of those.

Anyways the vodka was damn bitter, so the 'Monash' gang chickened out and drank all the chivas while the brave and seasoned (?) 'Hartamas' gang downed the vodka. How brave they were *nods vigorously*.

When they brought the drinks, they just brought the two bottles with the ice and the cups, without any mixers. Us, being SAN PA (how do you say SAN PA in english, erm barbaric?) were like 'EH, NO MIXERS ARH? THEY DUN SERVE HERE ARH?'
Some smart aleks (including yours truly) offered 'HIGH CLASS PLACES DRINK PURE ON THE ROCKS WAN...'.

Which made us feel super stupid when they brought Orange Juice and Coca-Cola later.

Woopz. Haha.


The liquor was RM 380 per bottle. Of course its before taxes. The billed was shared among 15 people. Expensive, hoh. Normal price for clubbing, I guess.



And so, after doin many 'Lock Hands Drink Beers' and 'Yum Sengs' we went off dancing.

The dancing floor was a little bit too small for our liking. Thus, with our dancing skills limited to random movements, we actually stepped on quite a few other people's toes. With stilletos/heels. Woopz. Anyways, many of those on the dance floor were really dancing salsa. Therefore, to look less like idiots we had to 'fake' salsa moves e.g. copying the neighbouring dancer's leg movements and random hips shaking moves ala Shakira MTV. Didn't quite work i think.

Speaking of idiots, there was one bald man who was conducting the disco. Yes, conducting. He had his hands up in the air, waving in concert with the music. His mouth was singing along. I think he knew spanish or watever the band was singing. And his face had the most expressive expressions you'll only ever see in epic movies like Titanic. During the intermission, where they played PussyCat doll's Don't Cha, he was STILL singing along and waving his hands around ala Pilharmonic Ochestra conductor.

Seriously. It was really quite hilarious and we actually followed some of his movements.

To give you an idea of what he looked like...


After getting tired of stomping on people's toes, we went up to rest and replenish ourselves with more alcohol so that alcohol dehydrogenase will continue to have work to do.

And took more photos...



Mr. W was supposed to fetch us home. Before he decided to be greedy and downed numerous glasses of Chivas and got super drunk, puked, and couldn't even walk properly. Poor Mr. W. He was so sorry the next day...

Next time don't be greedy k? Hee... Didn't really get to know him because he was only sober for the first 30 minutes after i met him. Woopz.


While we were drunk...


Hee....

Overall super fun nite. I just realised i didn't take any pictures of Bday Gurl #2 Wayz at Qba. So here's one from Planet Hollywood.



What a fun nite.

Darren also blogged about the nite. Click here to view his blog and more picture :).

I dunno why but blogger really does not like me at all. Averagely, I have to log in about 1,298 times before it lets me blog. Sien.

There’s a put-turtle-emoticon-on-msn-nick epidemic, with yours truly equally involved. Apparently, this is dedicated to Steve Irwin, the croc man who died from a stingray barb. Guess he really wasn’t a stingray kinda man, was he? Anyways, this dedication to him is apt, as he was commendable in his efforts to conserve nature and wildlife.

But then, why does the (tu) emoticon look so much like a tortoise?

Anyways, one of my dad’s friend was saying that he had it coming for him. I mean, like, sticking one’s own head into a croc’s head? And all the other brouhahas. I’m not being mean, but jobs like his really have high risk, and viewers like these shows because it’s exciting. I just hope he bought expensive life insurance, for his young kids. Prayers goes to his family. RIP, Steve. “Crikey!”.

On another note, I got the annual IKEA catalog! These people are really efficient. I think I got it on 1st September. Probably cause my house near to IKEA. Anyways, the rooms are so pretty. Man, these people are great marketers, they really entice us with those beautiful pictures.

I wanna refurnish/rearrange my room.

Excited, I retrieved a long forgotten software My Home Designer by TS Exim S/B. I got it for free when I bought a magazine for RM10 at the Architect exhibition in KLCC Convention Centre a while back. It buggy, but way better than plotting rectangles on graph paper.



Ok. People who have been into my room may think, WAITAMINUTE! Isn't that the same?

I can't change my bed, cause its my feng shui place ( i think?). I'm just scared to change the placing. And my desk has to face the windows. Cause its my fengshui placing. Scared results will drop if i changed the place.

But i definitely need a bigger desk. My miniscule 85cm x 45cm desk is wayy to small for messy people like me. Which will cost me about RM 200.

I also need a rug for the floor.

And boxes to store my notes, reports and past year questions from Year 1. Yes, it is still lying around.

And a side table for my handphones and keys. So that it won't keep getting missing.

Full length mirror for me to ask "Who is the lengluiest of them all?" daily.

Throw pillows. Pillows for throwing at trespassers such as my brothers.

Opens Excel Spreadsheet. (Wah, like pro-interior designer!)

Types types types --> Sum.

Wuah! Almost Rm400.


Ask see daddy can provide installment plan for me or not?

haha.

Also.Need.New.Fake.Adidas.Shoes.

Yes, i'm a Sungei Wang fake sport shoe fan.

The designs are damn real, for only a fraction of the price. Instead of a pair of real adidas or nikes, i can buy, say, 5 pairs of fake sports shoes. And no, they are really not distinguishable from the real thing. No lame and ugly words (e.g. SPORT, ADEEDAS, NIKI etc) visible on the outside nor the inside.

Pretty nice stuff. I've been wearing these for few years. And each and every pair has custom-tied shoelaces. Criss cross, diff colour, straight across, you name it, they'll do it. Sometimes, extra charges may be appliable, but insignificant compared to the exorbitant prices of the real stuff.

Very anti-establishment. I like.

...

Time to buy another pair lolx!

~Received a very nice message today. Made my day. Maybe there's really something about Manyins's fortune chocolates.

I just wrote a damn long post about this issue i'm damn pissed about.

But then i realised that if i published it i will never be able to erase off the label of immaturity people will associate with me.

I still insist it is not immature, but i have a sneaking suspicions no one else will think so.

BAh!

So i won't publish it.

Already 2 am, still wide awake and very bored. Cannot be arsed about my pending reports. Heck, every week i have pending reports because new reports are due weekly. Stupid.

Chatting very chattily with the other lihua about how we got our names. We have the same names, but different surnames.

And so do another 5,733,842 people in the world. I have a very common name. Something like Siti or Ali in Malay terms. Like John and Smith. Mine is the chinese version.

But i still love my name. Thus, i don't have an english name.

I used to have really cools alternative(!) names like, Kaylen (modified from KaiLan, vegetables, in honour of my family business - i have very creative friends) and Ice.

I was really serious about the name Ice at a time, but parents were disliking it, because, well, it's cold, and its also a name for Syabu, a drug.

In fact, one of my more talented friends wrote a poem about Fire and Ice, of which, very likely was referring to me. Ah, those were the innocent days.

I used to hate my name, cause it never seemed cool enough to match with names like, May, Michelle, Amber or, heck even Mary. Yes, that was me. I was once an insecure dimwit.

But not anymore. I love my name to bits.

And its also very useful.

I shall tell this remarkable story of long lost friends who found each other after a gap of 14 years.

See, it was at this party, Cheng's party. Cheng invited her friends from college as well as a few of us high school mates. There was this girl, she introduced herself as Cheryl or some other name. And my fren Yu Chen introduced herself as 'Yu Chen'. And this Cheryl was like 'Gan Yu Chen?'. You were my primary 1 classmate/best buddy in Sarawak! And so they found each other. Of course this was not what exactly happened in chronological order, but you get the gist.

Now, Cheryl introduced herself as Cheryl and Yu Chen didn't even blinked an eyelid. Cause she doesn't remember her friend as a Cheryl and she has 54,074 other friends with the name Cheryl. If Yu Chen had used an english name, say, Mary (i think this is her english name, but i seldom hear her using it...), would they have realised that they were once best buddies? Very unlikely.

Thus, you have just witnessed the advantages of sticking to your Chinese name. Be very proud of our roots.

And if idiots cannot pronounce our names, that's because they are idiots. I will not change my name for the sake of dimwits. And I'm proud of Zhang Zi Yi and Gong Li cause they didn't use english names. Same cannot be said for Lucy Liu or Jacky Chan. Actually, Jacky Chan should use some super cool name like Xeng Loong, which is a romanization of his chinese stage name. So much nicer than Jacky Chan, kan?

Cheers.