As Suanie Sees It

… also known as the state of ridiculous-ness in many ways, also known as what I did, saw, blah.

Yesterday I went to Bangsar to get my eyebrows threaded, then thought of going to Blook for last minute clothes shopping… what the heck, might as well make my mother happy and not wear black all the time…

But I turned in the wrong lane and got honked by some impatient driver in a 4 wheel, so at that time I was too embarrassed to turn into the right lane, and that embarrassment made me leave Bangsar… a bit ridiculous come to think of it… but I ended up at 1U.

At 1U I wanted to buy a birthday+retirement present for me mom. I did, and also ended up with…

a pair of jeans, a pair of shoes (which I totally don’t need), two pairs of ridiculously colourful socks, some beaded accessory thingy and the Dior perfume for me mom. Ridiculous.

Then Paul came over and we went to Dave’s Pasta and Pizza Vino for beer and dinner.

Hoegaarden… BEST T HING EVER!

When we left 1U, we were stuck in the parking lot jam for 45 minutes. FUCKING RIDICULOUS OK!!!

Then I came home and someone showed me this:

Korean sex noodles… wtf… ridiculous!

And I also came home to this:

Because the night before on MSN…

Suanie: [bla bla bla] I’m dead inside
Friend: I’m sorry [to hear that]
Suanie: send flowers [to my funeral]
Friend: what do you like?
Suanie: lilies
Friend: nice

I am now officially dead. Anyone else wanna send me flowers? I’ll give you my house address

Ridiculous lah… but they smell nice and I’m bringing it home to my mom.

Speaking of which, I’ll be going back to my hometown for nearly a week for Chinese New Year. It is an extremely remote place where there’s no Internet connection and we all live on tree tops and shit wherever we like…

… fucking noobs. Of course we have Internet connections and proper houses and toilets. I just seem to have to answer this a lot whenever I tell some noob that I’m from Batu Pahat, or even Malaysia. Noobs.

But anyway it’s the Chinese New Year soon, I won’t be updating till I come back to wherever I am, I’ll probably be drinking with my uncle and auntie who have a fridge totally devoted to expensive alcohol, and when I come back I’ll be 10kg heavier. It’s all good.

Mwah.