I'm feeling particularly emo now so no witty/stupid/disgusting post for today.

Today is a very special day and although I might not be here, I've written a post in advance to commerate a day like this. 
No, I must refrain from being overly emo. I must not succumb to emoism.

You people wanna hear my love story?

Love story in Pizza Uno.

Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty and seductive young maiden who was forced to work in a restaurant to earn a stable income so that her family had enough food to survive for another day. She worked hard, slaved day and night, scrubed, served, mopped, seduced; she did all she could to please her manageress.
Everyday, all there was left to look forward to was the arrival of cute princes. The only thing she could daydream about was a handsome prince, clad in a full-body armour suit and riding a white horse. The prince would ride to her restaurant, sweep her off her feet and kiss her passionately before he pulls her up and ride to The Land of Gorgeous People.

*snap snap snap*

I'm not a good writer. I can barely continue a decent piece of fairytale. So yes, I met him in Pizza Uno. I was working as a waitress there and he was of course, the customer.  It was a busy night in the restaurant and I didn't pay much attention him. After his meal, which I noticed, I quickly walked over to slip in a chat or two. I always do that when there were cute customers.
After maybe an hour, I happened to be in the cashier place when the phone rang. It was him, but of course, I pretended not to know. After acting nonchalant and feigned to be not interested for a while, he got embarrased and hung up. I smiled and forgot all about him.

It wasn't after he messaged me in friendster with his superb powderful England (my heart melts and  my knees waver at guys with good English) that I really remembered his existence. I got very interested especially after reading his blog, which I'm sure most of you can attest to, and we chatted online. Then he came to Pizza Uno again, supposedly to catch up with a good friend but in actual fact, his sole reason was to look at me and to work more charm. (RIGHT?!) Well, the charm worked and I went head over heels for him, so gila that I actually did this the next day: On this sudden crazy impulse (and cause parents not in so I had the audacity to do this), I asked him if he would like to watch sunrise with me. Yeah, sunrise around 6 a.m with a complete stranger in a deserted place; a perfect rape scene.

To cut the long story short, I remained a blooming flower and was unscathed. He had this certain witty but romantic charm that got me so bad. We spent the morning talking and people watching (and obviously people-criticising, knowing us) till we didn't realise the sun rose behind us. Woke up so early for nothing!
Our second date was in KLIA, a very memorable date. We were there to plane/star-watch this time and yes, we succeeded. We watched a plane fly before proceeding to the mysterious roof garden to gaze at stars/constellations. (Yes, if you have a car and want a romantic date, go for it! Bonus points: very dark place with nice garden view underneath. Want a romantic suicidal date? Jump! But immediate death not guaranteed cause it's only about 3 floors). Not gonna tell what we did but it was a romantic date alright.

That was how things started for us before we started dating quite regularly. Our famous question for each other:

"Hey, what are we?" he asked.
"Erm.." trying to avoid the question.
"Well, I don't want this to be just a December fling"
"Well, we can be a Dec-Jan fling!"
"I don't want a Dec-Jan fling either"
"Then we can be a Dec-Jan-Feb fling!"
"Okay, okay!"

Heh, just wanted to quote that cause I think I sounded cute, albeit very annoying.

So yeah, that was the beginning and I hope there will be no ending.



I've always wanted a guy who looks pretty. (remember how I told you you looked pretty and you were offended?)
I've always wanted a guy who can stand my bloody PMS periods. Which is practically all the time.
I've always wanted a guy who can drive so so safely.
I've always wanted a guy who knows what I'm thinking. (ESP!)
I've always wanted a guy who can and will console me back even if he's not wrong.
I've always wanted a guy who will say I love you even though I've heard it so many times before.
I've always wanted a guy who will know what sweet words to say when I'm feeling insecure over nothing.
I've always wanted a guy who can make me feel good about myself.
I've always wanted a guy who will love my big ass tummy as much as he loves me.
I've always wanted a guy who thinks I'm never fat.
I've always wanted a guy who would sacrifice his ManUtd just to talk on the phone with me.
I've always wanted a guy who knows I just wanna make him sacrifice footie but will still call me anyway.
I've always wanted a guy who will zoom right over to my place whenever I feel emo.
I've always wanted a guy who loves my flat chest too.
I've always wanted a guy who respects my choice and advices me appropriately.
I've always wanted a guy who has brains! and wit! and sarcasm! and bloody good English!
I've always wanted a guy who is and will always be late for all our dates. (oklah, sometimes I'm later lah)
I've always wanted a guy who thinks it's cute to be indecisive and don't mind me taking almost an hour to decide what to eat.
I've always wanted a guy who satisfies me both emotionally and physically. (hell yeah)

Oh lookie, I found him! And guess what? it's you. No matter how many boyfriends I used to have, what? 9? 10? whatever? You will always be my first love, baby.
Even if our love dries out one day, do remember that those great times we had were times I never will regret and never will forget.

I won't be here today and I'm very sorry for that. I think I might be looking at some zebras or maybe tigers today, heh.
So to a certain special someone, namely Barry Ooi Eu Hock, I say this to thee,


Happy One Year Anniversary!




Maybe one year is nothing to you, but to me, it's something. I've never been in a relationship for more than 3 months, what more a really really good relationship like this.
I love you, bear, and I wish I could be with you now but it's okay, we have all the time in the world when I come home. And by that time, you better prepare a list of things to do together. Not forgetting our long forgotten Malacca day trip, our cemetery sunset date yadda yadda..


And yes people, please wish my lovable boyfriend for me, will ya?

Love,
African Suet.

Today while I was watching this documentary, The Emperor's Journey, in One Utama, some unknown number called me. I rejected it once but felt that it might be important so I went out to answer the call AND thus missing one of the nicest parts of the documentary.
It was some guy who unmistakably had a very peculiar Ah Beng voice (not that Ah Bengs voices are that peculiar but his was). Thinking it might something important like 'Hey you just won the new Peugeot car!' or something, I put on my super nice voice. The conversation went something like this;

AhBeng: Are you busy now?
Suet: I'm watching a movie now. Is this important?
AB: Oh watching movie in cinema?
Suet: ........................no at your grandmother's house. Yes
AB: Like that I call laterlah.
Suet: No, you tell me now. Did I win something?
AB: err, no. I wanna ask you something. Are you Suet Li?
Suet: Do I know you?
AB: err, no..I'm [insert some Ah Beng name]. I'm from Subang. I want to borrow your Harry Potter book.
Suet: WTF. Where did you get my number?!
AB: err, my friend.
Suet: Who the hell is your friend?
AB: [insert some forgettable equally Ah Beng name.]
Suet: I don't even know him! And I don't have any Harry Potter books! I don't even like him. Who the hell is Harry Potter??? (obviously joking lah)
AB: Oh, err, then nevermindlah.
Suet: And don't -

Ah Beng hung up.

Suet: -____-" Don't call again..


KNNCB right? What kinda lousy pick-up line is that? Wanna borrow my Harry Potter book?! Whatever happens to 'you dad must be a robber for he must've stole those stars to put into your eyes' or 'are you hurt? that must've been a long way from heaven' ? Why your dad never teach you all those meh?

Tsk. Really worth ranting. Guys! Please! Don't! Make! Such! Mistakes! EVER!

Right, back to my documentary. It's on penguins and I think it was really interesting, albeit boring if you're not into things like this. It's about how penguins survive in the cold harsh winter and how their chicks are protected by their dad when mummy went to look for food. Interesting.

I'll be leaving for South Africa soon. Yay! Pack bag already! Huhuhu I'm gonna miss all you people =(((

Disclaimer: If you're that guy who called, sorry for I must've hurted/embarrassed you. But truth must be revealed and justice must prevail. You must learn..

I am too tired to blog about my very eventful day.

Stay tune for more. Same channel. Same blogger.

Bye for now, I gotta watch footie with the boyf.

Somebody ask me why.

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ok, I don't know too. Watching 22 sweaty small balls chasing a bigger ball on an eye-blinding green field. Yeah, damn fun.


Edit: Right..I did watch for about 5.344 minutes before I fell into a deeeep sleep. Who knows the commentary can be such nice lullaby hor?

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So yes about my day yesterday. It's gonna be DAMN long and extra exaggerated so sit back and grab a bowl or two of popcorns.

I went to a cousin's house the night before to sleepover because had to reach in the Mines Convention place before 7.30 in the morning. Man, so much effort put in just for this test. I reached early, very unusual of me. Everyone was so weird, seriously. Parents were baby-ing their supposedly Form 5 kids, asking if they needed tissue, water blabla. I was the loner so I had to follow the crowd. After getting bored, I squatted at one corner and daydreamed. My my, do you know squatting is very improper and indecent for a young lady like me? If not why would EVERYone started staring at me like I'm some juvenile delinquent or something?
It'd be so damn cool if I flick a ciggie, take a good long puff and watch all these people's faces twirl with disbelief.

After waiting for 15 years, the S'pore people finally ushered us to lines. I was in Class 2 and OMFG, there were 12 or more classes! Which means there were about 500 people there! Talk about being smart, I thought I was when I got the offer. Mana tau 500 people also damn smart. And this is in KL only, there were other test cities too AND they have another batch coming in tomorrow (Sunday) too! KNNCB my chance of getting it decreased to 0.000452% already.

The first paper was Math which was relatively okay. I couldn't do a few questions as they were in English and I couldn't understand them. I was pretty confident with the rest but realised that I didn't write the answers in the answer columns given. Haha sweat sweat.
And yes, when they say the hall is cold, they mean it's -50 degrees celcius cold. Really, I was freezing like shit and could literally feel my fats evaporating.

The next paper was English. It was erm, okay. Besides comprehension, you had to choose an essay between
1. Give an event that greatly affects people's lives and your response to it.
2. Write a review on a movie that didn't meet your expectations.

I obviously chose the first one. I'm not a movie buff kinda person and as for the first one, I'm pretty sure you know what I wrote. Seriously damn crap one. Wrote about humanity and shit and hear this. I ended with I WANT WORLD PEACE. Haha! Purposely put damn corny.
The guy sitting next to me, William was nice. I asked him right after the paper if I looked fat cause I wore another shirt on top of my jacket so I had 3 shirts on and he said NO! haha sure fake one. Which guy will say yes you're fat to a girl?

After 4 gruelling hours of exams (what a great insight on life in S'pore, is this what we'll do everyday? EXAM), we have 40 minutes for break.
PLS proceed to hear about my very pathetic and p.a.t.h.e.t.i.c story.
HUHUHU =((((
So, I was damn hungry and wanted to eat like crazy. After going to the washroom, I walked out and wandered around for a while. Then, I stalked a few people, hoping they will bring me to food. I saw them walking to the Mines Shopping Complex which looked quite a distance away so I didn't wanna go.
(This was when I looked longingly at parents bringing food for their kids and regretted my previous comment.)

Then, I walked about and saw this old couple. They asked a guard where the Mines Resort was. I was so damn stupid cause I thought I heard Shopping Complex and I followed them. Realising that I had walked to the opposite of the complex instead, I threw myself on the road and let a few cars rolled over me before proceeding to the resort. I thought resort sure got food one mah. Mana tau this resort nothing one!
So I walked back into the Convention Centre, wandered around like some pathetic sod before sitting down to read my Memoir book. After 2 lines and several glances from Mat Rempits, my stomach was growling like some mad bitch so I walked to the corner and looked at the distance between this place and the shopping complex.
I reached for my calculator and calculated the distance and the time I would take to reach. Since I only had 10 minutes left, I bade goodbye to the complex and headed back to the place I should go to sit for the next test.

When I reached, guess what I fucking saw?

A. BLOODY. CONNECTING. BRIDGE. TO. THE. COMPLEX.

Just kill me please!
And then from nowhere, the angel of food appeared. VALERIE! My saviour! She gave me a granola bar and saved my life!

After being revived, we headed for our IQ test. It was damn interesting and the questions got harder and harder. I couldn't finish all so simply tembak lah.

After that not much to tell and exaggerate already, we went for a briefing and sat at the nice couch while waiting for my very kind boyf who didn't know the way to Mines but risked his life anyway numbing his buttcheeks sitting in the car for almost 2 hours getting lost. He finally reached and we headed home.

What a long day and to think that I actually survived on a granola bar till 7, hmm, I'm happy.

Went for mamak at night because I was complaining that our lifestyle is not 'after spm' enough. Heck I was telling Barry during dinner that
"I feel so empty. Get me home. I need to study,"
because everytime we go on dates, I always had to rush home to study.


Esther siao-ing as usual and Jess looked very embarrassed. We all are, Jess. We all are..


I <3<3<3 my darling boyf who drove all the way for me!!!!

We sat there for 2 hours playing 'bluff' and 'heart attack' with cards. Damn fun seriously. The tables were shaking vigorously when we 'heart attacked' on them.
Around 1 a.m, Barry and I headed home to watch footie, as written above in this post.