I went to SS15 today to return my overdue library book and to purchase a heart4hope shirt. I parked in front of JS, the corner shop lot and went into Incafe but the guy told me that the shirt is not available yet. So I walked to the ADP building next to return the book.

While I was walking back to my car, I felt someone follwing me. So I quickly walk to my car and get into it. The guy behind me continued to walk without giving me a glance so I thought I was being paranoid. So I got myself comfy in the seat and saw him walking pass my car as I was about to fasten my seat belt. I glared at him. Then he pretended to make some call and walked away.

I quickly started my engine, released my hand brake and switched my gear to R. When I looked back up to check the rear mirror, I saw the guy in front of my car. About 3-4 meters away. At first I thought he was adjusting his belt. Then I realised HE WAS FREAKING WANKING OFF IN THE PUBLIC. I so wanted to get something to throw at him. That !#%#!@%%^%%#!^$ idiot. But I drove off without doing anything.

I was damn hungry before that and what I saw made me lost my appetite. I will curse him for another few more days until I feel better. I hope that he will become impotent this very moment. I hope that he will get weird incurable disease or infection there. Dont mess with women.

Btw, go get one of these shirts!

I went to bank on Friday in Damansara uptown. On my way out, a man approached me. Initially I thought he wanted me to donate money to so and so organization because they always come to me when I go to banks in Taipan and I always do donate. However…

Man : Miss arh…yakitty yak…*showing me some kind of brochure*

Me : *keeps quiet, hoping he could finish faster and I donate and go away*

Man : So Ms., do you know Jaya Jusco?

Me : *Realised that this is no donation seeker* Uh..Yea.

Man : Do you shop there? Do you have a credit card?

Me : Uhh..Yea.

Man : You see, our company organized this event where you get to unseal one of this *shows me the brochure again* and you will get the written percentage of discount if you purchase things under the shops which is sponsoring this event.

Me : *I know what was happening. He is a conman!*

Man : *hands me one of the brochure*

Man : If you the “Terima Kasih” means that we thank you for participating loh.

Me : *unsealed the thing and saw a RM1,500,000.00 facing me*

Man : Let me see what you got. *inspects the brochure*

Man : !!!! How can this be happening! *jumps* Gosh! I cant believe this! Ms.!!! You just won RM1,500,000. (it was freaking fake)

Me : *remains expressionless*

At this point, a teenage boy joined in.

Boy : *point at MY brochure* Ms.!!! There are only 20 copies of that in the whole country!!

Me : *looks at boy expressionless*

Boy : you’re so lucky!!!

Me : Then arh, both of you take it lah. *walks away*

Both of them was looking at me with their jaws on the floor.

Wanna con me arh? In my next life lah. I am smarter than I look, okay.They were insulting my inteligence by expecting me to buy their super fake actings. Why was I so sure that they were conmen?

I encountered something similar before at the place I used to stay. I told them
to hold on while I could go and inform my mum that I “won” such a big thing. Then
I went to call the security to come up to my place. When I went back to the door,
they were gone.

As I was driving away, I took a peek from my rear mirror and they were still standing in front of the bank. Anyway, the whole conversation was in Mandarin. I think any company which is big enough to give away 20 copies of RM1,500,000.00 is not willing to employ someone who doesnt know how to speak english to be a salesman. He should have changed the language he was using as I was looking at him expressionless and wasnt saying anything.

Maybe I should not complain so much about it. It could have been worse. I might get robbed or snatched. Its just not safe anymore. *sigh* What happened to the nice and lovely country I once lived in?

My laptop died on me about a week ago. Then I somehow made it revived for another day but the only programs which worked were firefox and winamp. Then it died the next day and that thats the end of its life. Poor thing.

Finally got my new laptop yesterday and I will be back in action! Soon. =P

I was browsing through my pictures and I saw my pictures when I was little. I was quite hyperactive when I was little. My mum or maid had to chase after me to feed me my meal which normally took 2 hrs. I was pretty naughty too and thats probably why I had my appendix removed at a tender age of 6.

Here are some pictures :

I had a big head

Outside post office =P

Mummy made me posed that way…

My brother and I. Dont we look lovely in there…

Excited. Wanted to catch my mummy..

First day of kindy! i think…

Cant open my Mac Fireworks so had to use MS Paint to do the words. Kinda ugly but it will have to do. I suck at using MS Paint >.<

Time flies. I wish I could be a kid again.

I was browsing around friendster a few minutes ago(tho I should be studying) and landed at one of my female classmate’s page. She had this picture of her and other female classmates, taken when they were at KTV, as her primary picture.

I know their names but I have never spoke to them. I mean never. For the whole semester. No, I am not a stuck up bitch. No, I am not as snobbish as I look. I am just shy.

But how is it possible to not speak to them for the whole semester?? Could it be the unfriendly faces they showed me? Could it be due to the fact that I only share one common class with them? Was it because I offended them when I tried to smile to them when bump into one another somewhere in the campus? I dont know.

I have only spoke to one of them. Yes. ONE. I was asking her where did our class relocated to. And she told me and I said thanks and the end. How sad is that? The fact is, I have always had problems making friends with girls. I dont know why! I am a really friendly girl =( *sniffles*

The girls in my high school was okay with me. I was close to many of them back then and are fine among many others. But girls from other school just had bad impression on me. Why lah! It was only after they got to know me then they treated me better.

But in kl, things went out of hand. It was still fine when I was in SAM(south australian matriculation), had one or two close girlfriends. But things got worse when I got into TBS(taylor’s business school). I had only ONE close girlfriend, whom was also my ONLY lunch partner. So when she was absent, I would have to eat lunch alone or skip it. *bawls*

Its so sad for me to not have enough girlfriends to hang out with and all. Phoebe and Wendy are the only two girls I hang out with all the time. Now with Phoebe so far away(back in Sarawak), I have only Wendy.

Befriend me. Girls only please. No, I’m not a lesbian. It just that I need them more than guy friends. *sobs*

I was looking my blog’s stats and saw someone googled my name, Valentina Kueh, to get to my blog. Then I looked at the rest of the links google provided under the search and I find it funny to see so many Kuehs around. Some for people surname, like mine, and some for kuehs. As in the edible ones.

Then I recalled me being teased by classmates when I was in high school. Kueh is not the worse part of my name. My full chinese name is Kueh Mui Hoon. Yes. Its pretty disturbing but I am proud of it, I think…>.<

So during my high school years I was always related to food such as, all the edible kuehs you can think of, mee hoon, kuay tiaw etc etc. Poor me. But fortunately, I have a rather nice english name, Valentina. I cant imagine if I was not given any english name and woul have to live with plain Kueh Mui Hoon.

One thing many people always ask me when I told them my name is Valentina.

“You’re born on Valentine’s Day arh???” -_-

But I am sure my brother gets that more than me cause he is named Valentine. Lucky him for not having funny chinese name.

I have never taken myself as half a Taiwanese and half a Malaysian Chinese. We’re all chinese and we are of the same species. I have never taken myself as a mix because like I’ve said, we are all Chinese.

But my look tells otherwise.

A few years ago, a friend of mine told me that I am counted as a mix. I said no, we’re all Chinese. We’re all originated from China and the only possible misture would be the nationality.

So I was getting my hair done the other day when the hairdresser asked me the same question I have been asked for SO ma-annoying-ny times.

Hairdresser : Are you a pure chinese?
Me : Yes, I am.
H : Are you sure?!!(He sounded that surprised. really.)
Me : Er..yes. (how can I be not sure?!?!?!)
H : You look like a mix.
Me : Urm. He-he.

I have already been bothered by the fact that I do not look like my mum’s daughter and many people have mistaken me for many other races. Some even joked that my mum must have been naughty back then and hence I came out looking like a mix.

Thing is, I really detest people saying that I do not look like a pure Chinese. It annoys me. But when I meet new people, they’ld make that remark. Gosh. I do not look like any other races okay. I look like my parents’ daughter!

Some said I should be flattered for getting those remarks. No. They annoy me. I am proud to be a Chinese and I would love to look like a chinese, which I think I do. Those people who think otherwise need to take another look.

Yes. I am pissed once again. Gimme a break people. The next person who makes that remark is going to get it from me. *roar!*

Last nite Wendy and I went to fetch Alicia and the three of us went to have dinner together. We were heading to SS2 and were thinking of what to eat.

wen : what to eaaattttt
wen : I want to eat bbq chicken wing but my throat is still soreee
me : I dont know..
wen : what to eaaatttt
me : bu zhi tao lah(I dont know-lah, in mandarin)
wen : what? chicken lala???
me : *laughing like a mad woman*
me : *catches breath* I said, bu zhi tao lah.. *continues laughing*

Yup. We’ve came up with a new dish. Try it out, peeps! Chicken cook with lala! =P

I hereby declare all mosquitoes my permanent enemy seconded by ants and I will kill each and everyone of them which ever dare to appear in my life. GRRRR!!

So. I was sleeping just now at about 9 something pm. I was dead tired for I slept only for 2hrs the night before, reivisng for my accounting paper.

I woke up at about 1am scratching my left hand furiously. Damn those mozzies. They bit the three times on my left arm alone. There were other 3 on left leg, two on right leg and one on my right hand.

So I got up to apply something on the to cease the itch so that I can continue sleeping. After applying them, I wanted to have a look at my screen to see if there were messages left for me. I tried to open my eyes bigger(I am short sighted and I wasnt using my glasses nor lens) to get a better view. At this point, I found it difficult to fully open my left eye.

I looked into the mirror and found a bump on my eye lid. The mozzie bit my eye lid!!! I got so angry that I could not sleep anymore. It was not itchy nor painful but the feeling of something on the crease of your eyelid(I have double eyelids) is so frigging annoying!!

I hate mosquitoes. To the extreme. GrRrRr!

Anyway, heres what I saw when I looked into the mirror.

Ignore eyebag please.

Annoying!

This is how my left eye was supposed to look like

What I am about to write is purely my own point of view. Dont get offended.

Recently I have heard from a few friends of mine about how low a girl could bring herself when it comes to guys. Some two time, some use the guys, some cheat on
them, some treat the boyfriends like a slaves and so on.

This is a very sensitive issue but they are slowing bringing the whole girl community down. I keep hearing guys saying its so difficult to look for a decent girl nowadays. Sooner or later, all the guy are gonna be
stereotype and think that all girls are dangerous creatures, just like how us girls think that all guys are humsup(horny), excluding homosexuals.

*This entry refers to only a small portion of girls and of course, I am not praising myself indrectly. I am no saint. Am merely stating my point of view*

Love for a reason, let the reason be love.