I didn't go to the sinseh on Sunday. I did my pedicure instead cos I am mentel like that.

But I did go to the sinseh on Monday morning. That's right! I woke up at 6 a.m. and was out of my house by 6.45 a.m. Took the cab, dropped my brother off at his school and limped into the sinseh.

I went into the shop where an uncle was seen lepak-ing on a lepak chair. So I cleared my throat and said:

"Excuse me uncle, can you help my ankle??"

And he whisked me to the bed and made me change into a pair of shorts - which I undoubtedly guess hasn't been washed since 2005 - and rubbed some yellow chinese ointment.

A few twists and turns later, he asked me to walk and hmm, both ankles seem fine but then I still had to go to work and with all the walking and standing, they're not so fine anymore now...

I think I still need to go for a few more sessions :(

And for all you gainfully employed people, tomorrow is our day!

My ankles are not getting better.

In fact, they're worst now.

I think I will go to the sinseh today. I hope Maz is free to accompany me because, if the sinseh twist and turn my ankles then I cannot walk then how!

This is the shits, yo.

So I went to the gig in my heels and left in a cheap pair of slippers.

Hurhur ah tu lah pandai-pandai kan nak pakai heels... Somewhere between the third and fourth band, I dragged Sykin to a nearby shop and there began our hunt for some comfortable footwear. Found a $2.50 black selipar jamban cos there's no way in hell am I going to spend alot for my lack of hindsight (or stupidity, if you may).

Dah gitu takper, sakit lah siak selipar jamban tu! It's one of those slippers that have grooves for your sole, ala-ala feet reflexology tetapi sila eh tuan-tuan dan puan-puan! Sakit gilerrr punya lah!

Went for dinner somewhere in the west with the boyfriend's boyfriend and his brother. Oh actually now I cannot be calling him my boyfriend's boyfriend so often because waddya know! He has a girlfriend! Congratulations, Bernard! (Although I'm not sure if he reads this). I think, aside from the fact that he doesn't disturb my boyfriend anymore cos now he has his own object of distraction, I am happy for him. Did I also mention, she is Malay?

That boy is a Muslim waiting to be converted lah. He is more Malay than Chinese.

Speaking of Chinese boys eh, the other day, Huda and I were talking about Chinese boys. And we both think that Chinese boys make better boyfriends than Malay boys because they are more... How do I say this, In love with their girlfriends? Or at least they seem to show it.

We know of this one Chinese guy who once said that "For me, she don't have to look pretty. Must be nice and filial, can already." (This is because this guy is not so hot himself lah eh) but that aside, ada beberapa mat-mat melayu ni kan, yang tak begitu hensem, gaji pun kadang-kadang ada, kadang-kadang takder tapi nak yang feeewiiittt macam supermodel tau.

This is just my general observation. Not shooting bullets at anyone in particular.

Anyway, back to Chinese guys, so yeah, I think they're nice. Take my boss for example. He's 27 but he still turns red at some things. So endearing. Whereas mat-mat melayu always like to act macho and have this "Yeah I know" vibe about them.

I am aware that this observation is grossly bias. Haha. Hey what am I doing dissing my own people! I shouldn't be!

But Yan, you're still my favourite kinda someone.

Ah. Am going to the Comeback Kid gig later.

It's so unlike me to go for some punkrock gig yah. Aku ni macam betul lah. Siap dengan dark purple nail polish and heels-heels semua! Cukup time, kaki kena pijak dengan budak-budak hingus. Takper. If that ever happens, I WILL use my sharp heels to crunch their toes. Jangan main-main kakak ofis. Hurhur.

Bali trip planning is on its way. The team has agreed that paintball is a good team activity!

Oh crap, speaking of which, I must lose weight to squeeze into my bikini. BUT I think I can't fit into it anymore, seeing that some parts of my body has gladly, miraculously grown some. Haha.

It can be quite depressing, you know. I looked at my old photos and I go EH ALAMAK! SIAPA MINAH JAMBU NI MAK DATOK KURUS SIAAAKKK... Eh serious tak bedek. I actually had cheekbones. My collarbones were visible. And with that short crop hair....

Sial ah. Depressing, understand.

It has come to the point where, when I'm at the gym and doing some crunches, everytime I sit up, I'll mutter under my breadth "cheekbones!" or "Beyonce!" or "size 8!"

Knn. Ah diam ah DIAMMMMM....

:(

I caught Survivor last night. (Yeah cos I'm a loser like that who is home early on Friday night).

Ozzy is out! How can that be! Ozzy is hot, yar? But he was too confident, he became cocky.

I wish, for the hundredth time, that Singapore would organise a Survivor Singapore. Then the place of choice can be erm, Pulau Ubin. Hurhur. I will so win because I can outwit, outlast and outplay all the other Singaporeans brats (or at least I'd like to think I could).

I am in the office today because it is my turn this week in being the 'company's call girl'. Can't wait for 1 p.m.

Initially at home, I planned to go to the gym today after work then head out to Yan's place for lunch and off to our plans for today but then I figured, I am too lazy to carry my gym bag AND my other cute bag so I left my gym bag at home and decided to go gym tomorrow. And go for manicure later instead. Hurhur. I love getting my nails painted!

Speaking of my other cute bag, I was reminded of this remark that my brother's girlfriend once passed. Macam gini eh cerita dia.

The whole family was at my brother's camp for some pinning of badge thingy and his gf came along. I noticed amongst the other family members of the NSmen, there's this woman who was carrying the same bag as mine, only hers came in red stripe while mine is white cos I was feeling-feeling minah/ah lian.

So while we were busy taking photos, I put my bag on the table and that woman placed hers close to mine. So when we were done taking photos, this gf of my brother said "I thought you accidentally took that woman's bag, cos both your bags are similar..." And I said "Hah no lah where got same. Mine nicer. Hers is like 'old colour' that kind". And she asked "Is your bag real or fake??"

EH BUDAK NI ADAKAH DIA TANYA IF MY BAG IS REAL OR FAKE?!?!?! (Brand of bag will not be mentioned pasal nanti ada jer orang cakap "Alah baru bag _____")

So I said "Of course it's real lah! I won't carry fake branded bags".

Abeh kau nak tau apa budak ni cakap?

"Alah mana tau........." And she left it at that. OK SO kirakan, mana tau apa ni sebenarnya?? Is it "Mana tau, tak mampu abeh nak setep bawak bag _____" or "Mana tau, you don't look like the kind who can afford bag _____"

HAH telinga aku terus merah kau! Macam berdesing gitu cos I was trying to control my anger and disbelief.

Eh first of all eh minah, I won't carry/buy fake branded stuffs cos it's just not me. That's just me. I don't care if other people want to carry fake branded stuffs and I won't scoff at you (unless of course you're so orbit, it's obvious you're totting around counterfeit items).

Second of all, I would rather carry some brandsek bags yang brand tak pernah dengar punya but it's nice than carry bag 'Gucci' yang logo dia senget. Ok? Ada faham tak? So don't go crying to my brother that his sister doesn't like her cos well, who asked her to make passing remarks like that?

Hah kan bitch fest dah start. There's another reason I don't talk to her lor. And she can, again, complaint to my brother that I don't talk to her. Hello?

I am so tired of people making use of my boyfriend, especially for rides. I know he has a car and everything else but that doesn't mean that he can be chauffering you everywhere. Even I sometimes go home myself, especially when he says he's tired or the timing just isn't good.

They have no idea that because of this, Yan and I sometimes fight. There are some issues I won't say here cos it's just not possible but please understand that cars don't run on air. You actually have to pump in petrol. Petrol costs money. And for big cars like Yan's, they don't come cheap.

And don't think that I don't notice that whenever we hang out in a group, and when we're all getting ready to leave, a few of them will ask "Yan, where are you going?" I know where that question leads. Cos if Yan says "Sending Awin", then that means they can't get a ride home. Or maybe they'll go "Do you want me to accompany you?" So Yan will have to send them home after sending me. Usually, I don't mind cos that means Yan will have company home after the ride to Texas, and he has someone to keep him awake at the wheel but this time, boy you have gone too far.

I just wish my boyfriend knows when to say "No, take the bus/cab/train."

I just wish his friends would leave Yan and Awin alone, cos it's eating me :(

Last evening, I asked my boyfriend to go dinner with me, but he was going to the office (yes, at night) to do his work so trudged my way to Jurong Point to see if the food there entice me or not. A packet of carrot cake and a cup of bubble tea later, someone siddled up against me. I turned and EH! Cik Nurah Ashikin lah!

I haven't seen her for ages! Now and then, I do bump into her brothers but never the girl herself. And so, I was talking a mile an hour and asked her this "Eh, aku dengar-dengar, kau ni dah kahwin ke tunang ke gitu-gitu ah... So is it true?" She said "Yes, I got engaged. Exactly a month ago..." Good for her! Saw her engagement ring. But I was feeling a bit scared of the fiancee by her side yar, cos he's so abang-abang. Heh.

Ouh so one more is getting hitched. Hmm I wonder who's next. I guess this is the period where alot of us are getting married, year by year. Dah besar kawan-kawan saya.

Anyway, the other day, one of the lawyers were staring intently at my hair. I thought I have something stuck there but apparently, he was staring at my white hair! He was so amused by it, he asked if I dyed it white on purpose. Like... EH~ Mana ada orang dye rambut putih kat jambul purposely siak. And he commented, I'm like the character from X-Men. I said "Rogue?" He agreed. So everyone. Please eh. Rogue is actually a minah melayu from Singapore okay. This is the real deal, right here. Bukan that ang moh yang gigi jarang tu, whatsherface. Hurhur.

I seemed to be attracting a lot of attention with my premature white hair. It used to bother me. But not anymore. I'm stuck with this body, this hair, this me for the rest of my life. I might as well love it.

Just don't tell me to dye it or do something about it. Cos I kinda like it.

I caught the Bucket List with the boyfriend last night.

He picked me up at 8.30 p.m. near my office building and we headed straight to PS, without dinner.

This sucks, you know. There's no more meetings with the boyfriend after work eversince he started his attachment. I'm trying to get used to it but I hate it when his schedule is so radical and very vague. I'm always put on the lurch and the feeling is like shit, yo. But because I am a very patient and very nice girlfriend, I try not to show it because at the end of the day, it IS work. I mean, I should know better too right, since I am the Queen of stay-in-the-office-until-9.30a.m.-the-next-day.

So anyway, Yan told me that as I was walking towards his car, the boys playing skateboards near where his car was parked was checking me out. Ok seriously, I didn't notice them. I was busy working it for Yan's benefit cos I could see that he was looking out at me from his car's window hurhur... So when I got into his car, I kissed him on the cheeks and he was like, "Hmm... Suka? Mat-mat tengok?" And I was like "Mat? What mat?" He: "Mat-mat skateboard tu apa? Abeh bila they realised that I was staring at them cos they were looking at you, they were a bit awkward already..." Me: "EH! Kenapa Yan nak stare kat diorang ni! Why did you scare them? WHY?!?! Just let them lah!!! (Cheybah aku ni punnn) I am 25 this year you know! I wouldn't have much years left in me to have boys checking me out!!" And I was genuinely upset, you know... Yan just had to spoil the fun for me. But if you ask me, I think they were thinking "Ini minah ni setep mana peh Cina nak pakai cheongsam top..." Hurhur. Nak tau kenapa tak mamat? Pasal I ran out of clothes eh~ I don't know what else to wear for work :(

Anyway, back to The Bucket List. It is funny! Jack Nicholson is funny! Ok take this part. He and Morgan Freeman's character were in the chartered jet to somewhere. You see MF sleeping on a seat. And behind him is the toilet door of the jet. So then the audience saw JN peering out into the common room and when he is assured that MF was sound asleep, he moved away from the toilet door and let the air stewardess out. Air stewardess tiptoed out of the toilet while buttoning her tight shirt.

So you can already guess by now that they were having a quickie in the plane toilet right? Ok then JN settled into his seat next to MF but he did not realise that MF was actually awake and staring at him in disbelief pasal sebenarnya, si Jack Nicholson has cancer and quite old already abeh masih nak having a go at a young stewardess. Hurhur. And while Morgan Freeman was staring at Jack Nicholson, he went like... "Medicinal." Ok you gotta watch it to know how fucken funny it was.

Suffice to say that at the end of the movie, I was, no pun intended, crying buckets. While I was stuffing Yan's sweater into my mouth cos ini bangsa nangis yang kena kuat-kuat sampai melalak punya eh, Yan turned to me and laughed at me. He is so heartless.

Ok wanna go do manicure now cos I was so pissed off at a client, I need to do something that makes me happy. That leaves me 3 choices - buy shoes, buy a dress or go for a manicure. I think I wanna do manicure cos I get pretty depressed if my fingernails are ugly. And then to the gym later to err... Use the steam-room and shower. Yes saya pergi gym untuk steaming and shower, bukan exercise. Apasal?