To all the chinese barbie's out there

It amuses me to find that some people are so plastic, fake in and out man. Now how did you end up so alien? Shit. How could they lie about their lifestyle, face, and brands? How could they insult their parents by being absolute lying maniacs. I swear that whole hilton craze and all those blondie's have really affected Malaysian women on a whole pizza pie. Here you see chinese girls with long blonde hair, branded items, and hideous designer clothes that are a stepback of a label too old. That's sadder than dying, well to me it is. I ain't perfect shit. I just don't get it, why all these women would suffocate every inch of pain, bleach, and fakeness to be beautiful when really they LOOK beautiful with just casual jeans and a shirt. I mean i dig tank tops and short pants or jeans. I dig summer dresses. But what i dont dig is butt hugging-crack showing mini shorts with horrible cleavage disasters.

People are always aiming to be the best. But since when did the best mean imitating those American highschool films with bimboistic cheerleaders, dumb blonde stereotypes, and such? Girls here love it. And that is why i'm complaining, cuz they ain't white and no matter how much they try, ASIAN is the word.
No, blonde hair is not bad, if you look good with a shaved set or short hair, i guess you can pull off the word EDGE. But either way, it just ain't nice. Like you come home with platinum hair and your parents will be like "Holy shit, you ain't white, you chinese" Or perhaps I slide more to the conventional. Hey I dyed my hair, but I wouldn't go platinum, the most i'll go is what a dark chestnut red?
These girls are bleaching themselves overall. They are bleaching their characters, lifestyle, looks, dogs, clothes, food, and what do you get in the end? You end up looking EVEN MORE chinese girls.

So hard to find originality in women these days. You club, then you see a buncha weirdos with combat boots making their way through puddles of mud and craters. On top of that, you realize that KL isn't what it used to be like. It's not filled with the humble and honest. It's just filled with like all these people fighting for fame, fighting for the limelight. Like dude, who cares? Don't you just care about what barsonics gonna play or some shit? Or the long island tea you're gonna get boozed by? Or your friends personal issues? People have long forgotten the importance of having fun. Now its like I go to zouk to look hot and be seen and heard. WTFever mang. I am drooling tears just mentioning. Okay perhaps drooling tears inside. Man it is quite sad? There's a difference between wanting to feel hot and sexy once in a while, but heck don't just walk around parading in 'I'm still hotter, omg he's staring at me..ew he's a stalker" Dude, i heard that when i was lining up. And that dude wasn't staring at you or any of your mates. He was just being a usual dick, yknow looking at your racks, then after that scanning the entire club for more racks? Don't get all "im the shit!". Ahhh. funny shit. How can one compliment themselves on someone of which they are a stranger to's actions? Only he knows if he was staring at ya. YOu? You're full of shit. That's all i can say.
I'm in a really pissy mood man. My boiling point must have reached its point.

Fashion. Brands. Lifestyle. That's the life to live. But if you overdo it, it just means you aint living any one of the three. Doesn't matter if you have brands on u, or if you are wearing fashion, or possess the lifestyle of the rich and famous..If you overdo, u end up a FAKE. You must enjoy these three things, not flaunt em. Like when i buy a bag, its cuz i really friggin like the bag, cuz i like the outlook, the edge, the roar in it..and i think it might suit my personality. But i ain't gona compare it to the other mamasitas in terms of price, size, accessories...wahtever. You like the bag, you like the bag. Just don't thrust your shit all ova my face bitch. Then I guess me and alotta other women out there will be cool. I am so glad my parents didn't raise me up this way, didn't spoil me in any manner to lead to being made of plastic instead of muscles, tissue, and skin. I am human. I am laughing in awe to that, because it really does phew me.

The pic of my lounging night out. Enjoyable, rainy, and chuckly.

It just won't subside

It's a Monday and I bet in a few hours, rooftops, roads, and slopes will be flowing with god's tears.

I'm at home, thinking about my weekend. Waiting to visit either a neurologist or just a general prac. At first I thought it was vertigo, now i know. It's a typical Migraine. Typical as it is, it comes with a hell lot of pain and suffering. I picked my sister up from the airport yesterday and I had hot light flashes and lost my grip on reality. There are mnay types of migraines, mines due to either stress or irregular menstrual cycles and etcetera.

It's really common, but the combo's don't come common. I've been having it for a long time. It is unpredictable and it comes in a wave. you can't prepare for it, don't think you can permanently avoid it. Psychological stress is the root of the problem, it creates tension and different patterns in blood flow. What you eat is also what you get. I eat plenty of tyramine, stuff that are preserved, salted, sweetened. Those contain tyramine, at times they are good for you. But if you're prone to all these migraine issues just like I am, keep away from tyramine for a while. Just google it out, it'll list stuff that contain tyramine. bananas are in it too. I went bananas when i found out bananas belonged to tyramine .I love bananas. They taste so good with cereal. strawberries. omg. im such a fat ass craver.


gone bananas over bananas

Im bored at home. I feel weak, but i'm okay. I just hope the doc wont be a dumbass and prescribe less than okay or an overload of pills that serve no purpose to my system. I want it to work. I want results gadamit.

Saturday night, I was in Zouk. Then we adjourned to Spicy, hartamas to feast on tandoori and garlic naan. Halfway through our meal, there was an indian mob chasing a skinny indian guy. I dont know why, perhaps he stole, broke in, whatever. But he didn't deserve such extreme beating.

They bashed his head up with a fuckin brick. And they used that brick till it broke into pieces. My friend called the cops, but they turned out an hour late. By then his face was fractured and covered with dried bits of blood. It was gruesome, his hair drenched in his own red. His neck, broken and helpless. His heart? Still beating, but a faint stint of movement. It was like witnessing a tiny massacre.

I couldn't help but bring that image back home. His faint heartbeat and his bloody face and clothes just ignited this anger in me. This rage and tension that made me perspire like hell and destroyed my sleep. The fact that they were capable of such brutality, makes me angry at the useless cops for not being around in times like this. I hate Malaysian cops. When are they ever on time, when are they ever NOT in the mamaks having a beer or teh tarik. When are they ever loyal, polite, and NOT corrupt? When are they ever human beings with a heart. They are stupid and straight out from the kampung. They hit on women, look down on women, and disturb women. On top of that, they are bullies that enjoy pickin on the less fortunate. Fuck them. I wish they got bashed up instead. Because of how oblivious, lazy, and useless they were, this guy couldve been dead. They took an hour plus from that phonecall. And the incident took place in their own bloody district. Stupid no-brainers! I just can't help but think how this country is not a save place to live in, because the cops are too lazy and relaxed. Indirectly, they pretend not to know or hear these things and by letting things pass, imagine how many people's lives are endangered, or how many stood a chance to live but weren't saved.
I'm pissed off. It boils my guts knowing the situations like this. It's NOT SAFE anywhere. But i do know that no ones more stupid than a Malaysian cop.They should be bashed up, so their sorry fat asses won't have to block my way when im driving, won't have to squeeze the poor for money, won't have to bully the community with their badges of proof. They should be stripped off all apparel and be left out in the cold to shed off some pounds. fatso's.
I gotta get ready. Going to the doc. Man, my head's heavy. Filled. Full. Whilst my tummys lonely. Empty.
Updates on medications and neurologist will be updated after i get back. I want to record the length, experience of every major migraine attack i have. So far i'm quite use to it. But i need to remember what symptoms to the attacks...what i ate..what i felt..blahblah. It's just for myself to read. So don't bore your guts out.

Klarbears birthday!

Location: twenty.one
Age: 18 years
Date: 27th Febo 09
belongs to: the Djajalie Family

I'm going to go easy, cut down my typing tongue on words and go Strictly with pics. :)

Captions are a necessity.



Say jager, jager, jager bomb! woot woot.



Klaudbear and Klarbear Djajalie


The platter, left creamy.



asian wonders.


The three stooges, musketeers, naughty rascals, the three DJAJALIEs.


This is some hardcore abstract canon effect


my bubbies. my cousy wousy. and voila bellio.


the crowd gathers to smile

and im too lazy to put up pics. they will be locked up in the fbook album.

By the way, the ultimate picture of the day, that has nothing to do with my sisters 18th cake-blowing celebration. It's just a back tattoo that i really want and KNOW that i will NOOOOT get cuz of my pops. He is oblivious to the ones scattered around my body. But if i got this one, hell no..not only will he flip, he'll like mosquito bat me!


pretty ink. uggh..i want it bad man.

That's all folks.

saggy-haggy-naggy me

It's a Tuesday.
But why does it feel like a Monday?

I swear, long holidays fuck u up. Your timing, your everything. I spent my nights playing pool and going to Barsonic, not on LAPSAP day though. I am much too casual for these colorful confettis. They are like a bunch of dressed up smiley faces with orange, red, blue, rainbow wigs. U name it. Honestly, lapsap has taken KL to another level with its existence, it preaches music and fashion. People obey, people idolize.

And when people are obedient to this circle, they form this community that caters to these people who fight to be noticed and heard of. So there goes Zouk. No one wants to go to zouk main room cuz it's got all the cliche faces, the ones that praise hip hop or full trance. So zouk decides to reno their entire look and give barsonic its own space, so this community gets to breathe. Wow, i just realized this indirectly makes the best of sense. I mean imagine this, this community even has their own clubbing day. LAPSAP day. It's not a theme,it is the people who make it weekly and permanent.
Don't get me wrong, I am not mocking. I like the electro pumping through my veins and everything, but i'm too shy to wear the extremes. I'm afraid to like go all out and say "Yo, i shaved my head, but it beats all those bimbos with the typical long strings". I mean i'd rather admit "Yes, i'm a bimbo. I keep my hair the way it is, sorry if i offended u." some people are hardcore and I support them to the top with this. I just simply dont like it when people tell me that I want to stay in the safe zone and I'm afraid to go all out to take risks because I'm vain. It's not that man, it's cuz I fully am aware of my looks and I know that I'll look hideous. And the lapsap fashionistas actually look good going hardcore with bright hair or shaved or whatever. So there's the diffy. They look GOOD.

I can so imagine my sisters feasting on Nasi Padang or Sundanese food di atas lesehan! Me? I'm thinking the closest to indo nasi pad. That would be in the foodcourt of Midvalley, it imitates by a slight miss. All the ingredients such as singkong, sambal hijau, ayam pop are actually there. So yeah you bet I'm ready for it. Fck. My tums man. Rumble-grumble.

I miss my family. I want to gather in indo and eat the kampung food by the paddyfields and just breathe that awesome air. And eat all the sambal in the world. GADAMIT.

I want Club Monaco stuff. When will it go on SALE already? It's just not depreciating in price. I love the skirts, sweaters, and all the monaco stuff stuff. I just realized that I save-spend a little-save more than save-spend all-save again to spend all. That's right. I see some independent ring in me, which is good, cuz i'm liking it. If there's one thing I know, its that I ain't spoilt.

I hate men sometimes. They piss girls off. And even if you tell em, they act like they don't know. Now, who do you know would do that? Men. Makes me feel like slapping their ignorant expressions and just grilling them with "Why this and that?" questions. Why do you think girls are more prone to nagging than men are? Look at how annoying men have become these days. It's just how i feel sometimes, so let me be an old hag-nag.

Honestly, I love nagging. :) A heartful exercise.

Love, the hag-nag