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Sunday, June 19, 2005


KL Stayover Day 1: The Clubbing Jakun

Sometimes, exploring a place closer to home can prove to be so much fun. Thanks to Chien and her free stays at the Shangri-la on Thursday till Saturday, I had just the chance to do so.

The drive down was entertaining because Chien was cursing at practically any car that was moving slower than her. She was screaming at the traffic, growling at the road signs, cursing her wrong turnings and basically letting out angry frustrated screams from Subang all the way to KL. I was sitting at the back with Hsien happily reading my Cecilia Ahern's Where Rainbows End. Chien's mum was in front trying to calm Chien down and giving witty remarks to every angry sound Chien made. If you need entertainment, just put Chien in a car in the middle of KL during rush hour.

I felt abit paiseh running around the hotel taking photos of the interior, so I didn't and stupidly forgot to do some exploring around the hotel.


This is the view from the 13th floor.


You can even see KLCC from here! Chien was saying that we could even paraglide from our room and actually reach KLCC. That would be nice.


Me and a scary moth.

We started with KLCC in the evening. It was great fun seeing Chien's hair slowly turning white as the purchases she made crept nearer and nearer to her budget's limit.(what limit?) Obviously, with my measely allowance, I cannot DO KLCC.

We ended the evening with a round of drinks at Gloria Jeans. I don't know if Chien will kill me for saying this but since it was our turn to treat Chien, she found us our seats and sat there alone, obliviously, while waiting for us. I turned around and saw that two old-looking men(Hsien said they're probably in their thirties but I think they're older) were photographing each other. Their table was directly in front of the one Chien chose.

Obviously it's quite weird for two grown men to snap pics of each other. Unless they are bloggers. But I doubt so because they kept turning around and checking the camera and giggling. They took more than 5 photos. I had an inkling they were using an old trick from the book. Pretending to pose for a photograph while secretly wanting to take a stranger's photo is SO passe. After putting down the drinks, I pretended to go back to the counter to get some straws and I managed to look at the dude's LCD screen. The focusing-box had Chien's head in it, and the other old men was like at the side of the screen. Sheesh.

I SHOULD have gone up to the two dity old men and say, "Eh? You know my friend one ar? Eh chien! This one your friend ar?"

But I DID go back to the table and said really loudly, "Eh CHIEN you're in the box you know!!" I don't know if I got the message acrossed. =

Hsien and I were laughing at the dirty old men and Chien was just cowering in embarassment. Heeehee.


l-r: Me, Hsien and Chien


Even though it has been nearly 10 years, I am still unable to refrain from gawking at the architecture.

We went back to the hotel at about 10pm to get ready for Zouk. Hehe, yes! My first time!!


Chien's mum cute message to us about how boiling water should be the first thing we did. I like that cute stick man picture, arms crossing and all! Hahaha.


I thought I was crazy by bringing a fraction of my accessories.


I suppose not, Chien was worse.


Getting ready for a night out.


Hsien and I camwhoring. Was on the phone with Amanda.


Still on the phone with Amanda.

Min Dee kindly came to pick us up from the hotel with her friend Amanda Hay. Nice chatty girl, that one. :) I never knew Zouk looked like it was made from a lump of clay. I've only seen pictures, but I thought they were just illustrations.

I'd take pictures of the outside of Zouk but I didn't want to appear more jakun then I already was. I wanted to pose outside Zouk with a cute peace sign like an enthusiastic tourist. The crowd looked abit too aggressive for me to attempt silly things like that, so, scratch that.

Since it was Ladies' Night, entrance was FOC and they didn't even check my ID! Ho ho ho. Um, maybe I should be sad about that. This is the first time I've used my "18 years and above" qualification properly save for the 18-sx and 18-sg movies in the cinema.

Yes, yes, it is sad that this is my first time at a proper club. They had a queue at the entrance just like they do on TV! I was blurly walking about and Min Dee had to say, "eh! Jolene come back! Don't go wrong way.." I took the wrong entrance into Zouk. -_-. Min Dee asked me, "Oh! Jolene, this is your first time here right? Wah...!"

I followed Amanda's advice and wore white. It was fun glowing under the uv light. Hehehe. Another jakun moment. It was damn packed and after awhile we lost each other. Hsien, Ji Yang and Kay Hong were with me and Kay Hong kept pulling me to the dance floor and I was still shy so I said, "Nononononononono..."


Me, the wallflower.


I thought the walls looked like boobs. Allow me to digress, but I hope the material they used to make the place is fire proof. What with all the cigarette butts being littered around.


A pic of the DJ area from the dance floor.


Camwhoring with Kay Hong.


Chien and Hamsap Kay Hong.

After awhile we loosen up and approached the dance floor. Albeit with a little caution at first and eventually we even joined Hsien's friend Li Suen and Alicia on the podium. Grooving, I was. I've done this abit once or twice in Bangsar but apparently, it's nothing. I'm not sure if it was me, but I saw this ang moh dude giving maybe me an appreciative look and smiling while I was up on the podium dancing. It went on for quite abit that I had to take a few more glances to confirm. Well, excuse me, I don't get this often so I suppose it was abit flattering while it lasted if it was really me. Haha. And after I was done, Min Dee came up to me again, "Wah! Podium ah! Wah!"..
Ok, I'm feeling more and more jakun-ish. I should really go out more often... but I think this trip is just a one-off. I'm not really into the scene. Which is why you'll be treated to a shit load of photos from here on.


A view of the crowd.


Kay Hong the Hamsap and Me.


l-r: Chien, Kay Hong, E-Guy and Me.


l-r: Nigel, me and Manda.


Me and Manda.


Manda looking uber stylish.


l-r: Cheeky Nigel, Me and Ji Yang.


l-r: Ji Yang, Kay Hong, E-Guy, Nigel


l-r: Ji Yang, Chun Guan, Amanda, E-Guy, Nigel and Me.


If you don't drink and you don't smoke, you camwhore.


l-r: manda, ji yang and hsien


Manda brought along some of my seniors from school.
l-r: Seng Keat, Allan, Manda and Me.


One for the camera!


Chien and Nicholas.


l-r: Me, Chien, Allan and Seng Keat.


Reapplying lip gloss in the ladies'!


l-r: Hsien, Chien, Ji Yang, Amanda and Chun Guan.

My camera was really sort after that night. It actually came to a point, where Kay Hong, Jin Yin, Chun Guan, Smalls, Slinky and Me were standing in a circle, each wanting to use the camera. It was quite weird having to wait for my OWN camera.


Jin Yin and Kay Hong went first.


Happy Chun Guan and Smalls.


Obviously I had to take a pic with Slinky  because really, how often do you meet a blogger friend?? We've been harassing each other's blogs for quite awhile and we only met for the first time on Thursday. I saw him sitting among my friends(yes, we have mutual friends. Everybody in Subang Jaya have mutual friends.) and I tapped him on the knee waiting for him to register who I am. Hahaha. Nice guy this Slinky. I thought he was short from his other photos. But ohmigod, now I know where the name Slinky came from. He's damn tall! Slinky, you're damn tall!! He won't tell me his real name, but I think I know what it is, but it's fun just calling him Slinky. He has taken to calling me Jolene, so, that's not fun. 


Nope, I don't know these people. Perhaps by name. We didn't even get to say hello. It was my camera being passed around. Not sure how I feel about that. Anyway, if you recognise yourself, email me and I'll send you the other few hundred photos.


See how happy Chun Guan looks when he's having a picture with Smalls?


l-r: hahahaha E-guy, Manda and Me.


Me and Amanda Hay.


We actually stayed at Zouk until 3am and that's when we were ushered out of the club. The lights came on and the crowd filtered out. I witnessed a few typical afterhours scenes. There was a guy hollering in a ready-to-fight type of shout saying, "MICHELLE TOOK MY FUCKING PHONE!!" in the middle of the jumble of clubbers and modified cars. He looked quite pissed and agigated that I had to move aside, just in case a fight ensues. Never read papers ah, these days? Guns and all.. *shakes head*

Then I saw a girl so smashed that her guy friends were carrying her into a (modified)car. Her feet were like dragging on the floor. What a scene!

Such an eye opener for me.


We were still up for supper at Jalan Alor.


The infamous Jalan Alor chicken wings.


Lala, spicy. I didn't touch it. But it looked good.


Min Dee and Amanda Hay.

We went back to the hotel at about 5am. Strangely, we were not as tired as we should be.


Would have liked a photo of us up on the podium, but it would be embarassing to be trigger happy in the middle of the dance floor. So here's me, striking a pose to re-enact the scene. Albeit this is just as embarassing. And someone's going to kill me for this. I can hear her rumbling down my road in her Wira.

Next up, KL Stayover Day 2: My First Time Being Tipsy.

Jayelle's back and neck ached at 4:45:23 pm
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Thursday, June 16, 2005


Kitty In The Ceiling

After my dissapointing trip to Taipan with the hopes of purchasing a silicon strapless and backless bra also known as FreeBra(since the adhesive on my old one is wearing out), I came home to find a tin cup that is similiar to those that mamak's use lying in my porch.

I kicked it abit and noticed that it was actually opened at both ends. I picked it up and realised it was actually a metal lamp holder of sorts.

I immediately thought of my downlights and looked up and SCREAMED BECAUSE OH MY FUCKING GOD THERE WAS HALF A KITTEN DANGLING FROM THE HOLE WHERE THE LAMP USED TO BE.

I threw the lamp holder onto the ground and screamed at my mother to get out of the car, "ARGHHH THERE'S A DEAD CAT HANGING FROM THE LAMP IT'S STUCK IN THE CEILING I THINK IT'S THE KITTEN WE HEARD MEWWING LAST WEEKEND, ARGHHH, I THINK I TOUCHED IT ARGHHHHHH MY HANDS MY HANDS ARGHHHHH!!!"

My mother confirmed that it was indeed a kitten hanging from my plaster ceiling and somehow managed to squeeze through. It didn't move so we assumed it was dead. My mother screamed when it moved. I plucked a stalk of leaves from the potted plant and tickled the cat's torso and it moved somemore! It's alive!!

We were too disgusted/scared to touch the kitten so we called for our neighbour's maid to the rescue. The kitten actually crawled back into the ceiling and was peering down at us with it's glittery eyes. Eventually my neighbour's maid managed to catch hold of the kitten's head and coaxed it to come out from the hole which was the lamp. Amazing kitten.

The kitten was white in colour and was about the size of my palm! So cute!!


Mum took some meat off the dinner table and put some water for the kitten but it wouldn't drink nor eat. I tried stuffing some down into it's mouth but the damn kitten bit me. Not cute anymore.


See? So action!


But look it's so small and soft when I carry it. Aww:)


This is the lamp hole which it crawled out of.


Angel wanted to be a kind soul and share her red squeaky ball with the poor unfortunate kitten. We always teach her that charity begins at home.

Mum and I decided to leave the kitten in our back lane with some food because at least there are other cats there which will keep it company and there won't be any passing cars which will flatten it, unlike infront of our house.

After a few minutes, we took a chair and peeked through our grill and saw this:

There was a black cat who came to ask him, "Where's your Mummy and daddy?"


But actually the black cat has ulterior motives, it wants to eat the poor kitten's food. Such a sad sight. Well at least the black cat will be there to keep the white kitten company.

Just when I thought I was going through some shitty days, see what arrived in my postbox?? And I thought I was facing a drought this year. Happy happy happy:)


The grand prize was actually a date with Jien. I had to send in a photo and say how my night with Jien will be. In the slogan I said, "I will tell him about the time I put on the tester lipstick in Watson and kissed his poster so that there will be a lip print there and suddenly the  both of us will become very silent and you, Cleo, will have to get your chaffeur to send me home." Oh, and I get to win a Midnight Bloom Eau De Toilette as well. But apparently I didn't win anything and I am VERY LUCKY according to the person who contacted me that I won invites to their Midnight Bloom launch party. Oh well. I probably didn't win the date because Jien must have been asked to choose the lucky lady and when he came across my photo he must have been like, "Ewww.. bleh bleh.. next!" Hehe, modesty.


Ah... and hair products!!! I love hair products that I cannot afford!

Jayelle's back and neck ached at 2:06:53 am
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Sometimes Shit Happens, But It's Alright!

Examinations can be the hardest period to go through for some and it's the plans after the exams that keeps you going. A thought that keeps you sane.

You know that silly smile on your face when your mind wanders away from your books and you start to imagine how you will go about doing the things you know you'll be doing after that? Those silly smiles were good.

I had plans to go to Malacca, Penang, KL, and Singapore. Even the PPS bash was one of the many things on my to-do-list. I was hoping to complete all of this before I head for National Service.

Malacca was supposed to be today and yesterday one of the girls messaged me on MSN, "Jo, I have something to tell you...you don't angry ar..."

I saw my friend throw my aeroplane out of the window. (fong fei kei)

"Erm...my parents are damn worried lar, what with the driving down and all..they sort of forgot about the safety part. My mom came into my room and said, "If anything happens, it's fated...."".

I told my friend, "I don't know what to say,".

I was so angry because I had purposely arranged Malacca to fall before my KL stayover, which would be before my Singapore trip so that I will go home in TIME for the PPS bash and then relax and get ready for national service.

Singapore is cancelled and we know there's no bash for me and most of all Malacca was the only extraordinary trip I'd be getting to do. My friend hyped it up for me for the past week or so and both of us got so incredibly excited about it but alas, the plug was pulled once more.

I don't blame her for not wanting to worry her parents because that is what she should do. But I could not help feeling angry at the cancellation of plans. If there is one thing that pisses me off besides people-who-know-me-but-don't-say-hi, it is the cancellation of plans.

But it's okay, I only needed time to cool down and just needed to feel that anger before the night was over.

However, at 11.45pm, draped in a towel after my bath, I opened the laptop and saw her online and said, "Okay, I'm done being pissed. Finished pissing," and hence we made up and made plans to go shopping the following day.

It's wise to never let a friendship go rocky for more than 24 hours. We will eventually forgive each other but we all need our space and time to get over it, even if we are overreacting.


As for Singapore, initially I wanted to go down during Chee Kiang's birthday and do a whole chinese show about it and surprise him at his hostel. I even went to the extend of co-ordinating the plans with his room mate whom I had to track down through Friendster. To spend his birthday with him trudging through Singapore happily before I rush back the following morning to Malaysia so that I'll be in time for the PPS bash.

Unfortunately, because Chien, Hsien and I cannot decide if we are ready to pay for a hotel on Orchard Road(as they want to shop during the Great Singapore Sale and will want to stay there for a couple of days) we decided to scrape it. Chien and Hsien's aunties are unable to put up with us because there is no space and I do not want to trouble my Aunty as her mother is recently bed ridden.

I had put quite alot of thought into it, looking up the bus schedules, checking out maps, co-ordinating my timing so I can attend the bash and etc. I suppose it's alright to say it now since I won't be able to do it then. Sigh. Sorry Chee Kiang.

And ta-dah! The PPS bash is no longer on my agenda.

Fortunately there is still KL to entertain me.


Perhaps it's the hormones, but I was so upset yesterday after my trip to the dentist as I thought about the things I wanted to do but would now have to scrape. I have only one month before national service and by the time I get back, everybody would have gone to further their studies. Speaking of National Service, the stupid government have yet to send me my official letter. Hello, I NEED to do my preparations!

However, Jolene seldom stays upset for long.

I've come to terms with the whole PPS bash thing as well. Since I won't be there in person to be interacting with my fellow bloggers, I'd want the lot of you to sign on my t-shirt. David of narrowband.blogspot.com has agreed to help me collect my t-shirt from the party. Heheh, thanks David. But please don't go destroying the t-shirt by circling the left side of the chest area of the t-shirt with some left boob-esque joke, eh? I still want to wear the shirt one you know!

I've made plans to go photograph the graffiti in SS15, oh, just for fun, since I have nothing to do. I was actually admiring them yesterday after my dental appointment while waiting for my brother to come out. I struck a pose like I was deep in thoughts at an art exhibition and nodded intellectually at the graffiti in the back alley amidst the many people who took that back alley shortcut.

Now that I'm so free, I can do stupid things like stick a sticky barcode above my lips Hitler style and wave at the other cars on the road.


I was doing this all the way from One-Utama until we reached Subang. Hohoho. The looks on the other drivers' faces. Priceless.


Hitler camwhoring.


l-r: Esther, Me and Mel.
Camwhoring to commemorate any fun day.

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Hi, my name is Jolene and if there is a question in your head, this answer will definitely answer it: I was wrong and irrational. I was being a woman.


Jolene Lai, Jolene Lai,
Came to life in January and not July,
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Can't wait to earn her own wage,
This dental student is home sick,
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A Bottle Of My Bestest Friends In The Whole Wide World!(13/2/06)
Diary Extracts For Him From The Yesteryears (23/3/06)



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