Wai se: March 2009

Fashion's Calling.

Just in case you're wondering, I'm still alive.

Stylista's calling! :D

Thean Hou Temple.

Life with so much partying and personal complications.

Might as well take a stroll at Thean Hou Temple at Jalan Seputeh.

To be honest, I've never been to any temples in Malaysia.
The ones in China is definitely exceptional.

My point being, the only entertainment at China are practically temples and more temples.

Nevertheless, it was amusing that the temple has many pretty props.

Props like our birth date animals.

Best of all, the obligatory animal of mine, "loong". :D

As you can see, I couldn't resist another shot with my favorite animal, the tiger. Rawr.

Her worst nightmare, the horse which happens to be one of my favorites.
Giddyup!

After endless shots with the animals, I pretended to be a geishawtf and trooped off to the top floor.

The whole concept of the place was very original.

What was cool was, Thean Hou happens to be the place where newlyweeds come to sign up for their upcoming marriage. *cheeky grin*

I spotted numerous number of couples holding bouquet of flowers and yellow-very-important envelopes.

Very original, innit.

What was even cooler was, bad girl gone good for once. *puts on a halo*
In all seriousness, I should play my roll in the temple and the only thing I opted was the prophet's advice.

Strictly no grabbing joysticks, kneeling, curtsey and the likes for me.
Freaky. >.<

As soon as I got my number(25), I immediately focus hard on what was written.

Below was the results.

From the words of the very talented prophet, it's stated that my future is in my own hand. God helps those who helps themselves and do not resign entirely to divine help. Travelling is also not advisable.

As for the matrimony column, it was clearly stated that it'll tie the knot if both parties are truly suited. o_O

Downright hilarious, no.

As a matter of fact, all that drama rama was just not my cup of tea so I hopped on to the other end while the queen joined the troop with their endless prayers.

At least I had my go, no. *pats self on back*

Needless to say, it now totally brings a whole new meaning to,
"Let's hit the temples!"

Hohoho.

Karma Strikes.

Unlucky girl here got a taste of how awful being trapped in a lift was.

The first,
Jokes aside, the only thing extreme about being trapped was, hell it was chaotic. The crowd immediately yelled and punched the emergency button. *as if any of that works all the time.*

You know Malaysians. Terrible right.

The second,
My precious essential items was accidentally flushed down the toilet bowl today.
Karma, you see.

The third and also a totally unrelated karma flick was,

"I don't know who you are, I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom I can tell you I don't have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it but if you don't, I will look for you , I will find you, I will kill you. *click video right here!*

..

Good Luck."

Given one word and movie I'd like to recommend; awesome.
Watch guys, watch!

Mr. Sunshine

Been in a pretty good mood recently, thank god for great weather.
Kept me snuggled up in bed in wee hours and allowing my body to charge before another week begins.

Scuse the shirt, got it as a souviner and was technically dumped aside for cinderella to save it. Point is, if you pay close attention, the hair is in desperately need of a hair cut. :(

Hope the weather stays this way and I wished hard that Mr. sunshine will do us justice.

Euphoria.

I attended Devis's birthday at Euphoria M.O.S last night.

The Clan.

There were actually numerous of us invited but only a few attended.

All good, all good.

The club was pretty humongous.

They had the 'underground-smokey' room which was of course, underground. *points above*

Also, the deck which turned into a mostly couples room. -____-

No big deal though, pretty much expected.

They had very awesome sound systems where you walk out of the club and not being able to listen to your own voice.

Some pictures before we left to the dance floor.

Very smokey, indeed.

Fun fun fun. :)

We then proceeded to the crazy packed sweaty dance floor.

I swear, it was almost similar to concerts where you sweat litres and buckets of water.
Tsk tsk.

Only difference is, you own your personal space in concerts.
Either you stuff yourself at the pitt of you find yourself a spacious not too crowded spot. ;)