Remember last time someone said I should wear some make up? And how I blew my top rebutting the asshole to death with my legions of support from all you readers(thank you you guys!).

Well, yeah. *cocks head at tagboard* Take a look.
editted: Thanks Your Limpeh Louboh! I don't understand Hokkien..but yeah Your Limpeh Louboh is the good guy, Your Limpeh is the bad guy. By the way, your limpeh louboh means your father's wife issit?

But nah, no need to help me to slag my flamers because I don't get flamers.

I mean the only time I get flamers is when I type whole posts to vent and rant and have you kind souls to come fight that flamer with me and most of the time they disappear forever.

But yeah, quite stupid right. Just because I don't look pretty enough, oh wait, it was not that subtle, Just because I look like shit, I should remove my blog, and nominate myself to the ugliest blogger list.

LOL. Honestly. I laughed.

There were times when I was younger when people called me ugly I cried.

But when I'm older, UGLY MAI UGLY LORH what can I do right?

A day or two later someone else will tell me nice things like, "Wah! Your legs so long!" "Wah, your hair so nice today!" "Wah, lost weight ar?" "Hey, pretty girl." (the last one I add to make myself feel better, you blow ar?)

Silly Limpeh, he wants me to delete my blog because i look like shit.

Okay people let's just have one or two minutes of silence to ponder over the facts he proposed.

1) I blog.
2) I look like shit.
3) So I must delete my blog.

HOHOHO. Just too random wei. I can't even come up with anything to make of that.

Little does Limpeh knows that I too have a role in contributing to the colours of this blogosphere. To some people the shades that I have painted may look brighter, to some it's no different than magenta is to crimson... but I've made my mark here, I've got my own brand of style..

.. fucker doesn't know a veteran blogger when he stumbles upon her site.

Without me, there will be NO girls(maybe got la one or two) but I repeat NO girls left in the blogosphere who are willing to take photos of their (squeezed)pimples, bug eating escapades and long armpit hair(oh, you missed that post? Poor thing.)

Without me, who is left to continue pimping all the single guys in existence?

Without me, who is left to make you shake your head and go, "Jolene Lai..Jolene Lai..tsk tsk."

Without me, who is there to provide links WITH photos of pretty pretty female friends' blogs?(eh you perverts, I can see who clicks on what links one okay. Always clicking on the same girls only. Ceh.)

Without me, WHAT WILL THIS BLOG BE?

Mahai, I sleep afternoon nap first. Good afternoon! *yawn*

p/s: I know most of you sweeties will console me. :) But it's okay. I am STRONG. *pounds breast chest with fist*

It's like, "I HAve to do this before I continue with the next paragraph!". Procrastination at its best.

So yeah, took out my tub of Red Earth glitter(bought from KLCC back in 2002. Can still remember I was there with Esther, Mel and Sush to watch LOTR The Two Towers. LOL) and mixed it with my tiger balm with the help of my trusty ear digger.(Yee Wat).

My glittery tiger balm.

I absolutely adore it! *heart* ;)


Check it out. It makes having mosquito bites so much cooler to deal with.


This great love for glitter started back in 1999/2000. I think it was because of the whole silver and glitter theme for the turn of the millenium. Remember the trend? All y2k parties had silver as a colour theme. My first tube of glitter was from Girlfriend, an Australian magazine. I was so in love with it.

<Jolene's Glitter 101>
My favourite-est type of glitter is the shocking violet type of glitter. Like the one you saw on my mosquito bite. There are many types of glitter, you have the pastel coloured ones and the mono-coloured ones. The mono coloured ones are boring because you can buy it from any lousy bookstore and it's usually associated with ugly primary school art work. But it depends, the mono coloured hot pink glitter and mono coloured silver glitter can be good for decorating the borders/centres of fonts for handmade cards/placards.. whatever.

The pastel coloured ones are usually colourful but with a distinctive leading colour.
Such as my tub of glitter from Red Earth, this is a white coloured glitter but you can sometimes call it transparent glitter as well. But you get what I mean when I say it's colourful, yet it looks white? Same goes for other red, blue, green, yellow and orange glitters. They look colourful but it is still considered as one colour.This range of glitter are usually used for cosmetic purposes and they usually cost more. </Jolene's Glitter 101>


Just relax your ocular muscles and soak in the beauty of the sparkles. Yes.....you're feeling drowsy..............the pretty colours are dancing..and dancing...and dancing...your hand is handing me your ATM card..........keep looking at the colours...mmm..


Sigh I love glitter too much.


This was taken with the lowest exposure possible and with very very little light source(under my plastic table).

I was studying my second last chapter for my dentistry subject(first paper on Monday) and got distracted by something I've been meaning to do since my A-Levels days.


I've always wanted to try this design out. Copying whole texts onto my nails.


Glitterized, no doubt.


The Nail Art Queen is Back!!


Just ask anybody, "What's Jolene's passion?" After blogging, you'll probably get "Nail Arts, duh" as an answer. And if the answer is Douglas Lim, tell them, "Oh that's *SO* 2003."


But I somehow lost the enthusiasm when a classmate of mine accidentally dropped all 100 bottles of my nail polish on the floor causing one of them to break INSIDE the bag hence coating all the other bottles with a shimmery purple. It's so messy and un inspiring, and that's how the passion slowly died away. And I've had it up to here with doing nail arts for charity. It was fun, yes, but lugging all my tools to college/school and then only managing to do ONE customer in ONE hour, reaping in a grand amount of RM40-80 per charity fair, it's not worth it.

I used to offer my friends and family free nail art/nail colouring services for fun. :)


This is the last one, I promise. By the way, it's my dentistry speech topic's notes written on my nail.

Still bored, I've brought on camwhoring to a whole new level.






:)

I've been in kedah close to 6 weeks now. I want my mummy and daddy. I miss my boyfriend(who is in Bangkok now, so lucky. :() and my friends who are back from Australia..sigh. and yala yala i miss my brother and my dog also.

I miss my mummy because she's not around to nag me to get my laundry done.

Yes, I've ran out of clean clothes to wear. *Looks at mountain of dirty laundry on the floor*.

Perhaps I'll go naked for just one day tomorrow. So if you wanna see a naked mosquito bitten girl with odd glittery patches where the mosquito bites are running around, do come to Kedah and say hello..

By the way, I think I'm quite cute while I'm studying.

Just yesterday, I was immersed in my Speech topic. The speech topic is about articulation of words and the production of air from your lungs and modification of your air flow with your oral structures to form speech.

Like for example when you use "B" or "P" such as "Boy" or "PLay" and "M" such as "Man".. you bring your lips together to create the sound. That is called a bilabial classification.

Words with "V" and "F" as used in "Violin" or "Fuck" is done when your anterior teeth is in contact with your lips. Now that's called a labiodental classification.

With "L" as in "Late" or "Lame", your tongue is in contact with the roof of your mouth ie. palate to produce that sound. That's called the palatal classification.

Then sometimes oral structures can be brought together to produce non-verbal forms of communications such as the clicking of your tongue(but this is used in most African dialects. Think Russel Peters! "*humphumphump* OHH My GoDD.. *cliCK*-Bee-Lei!"). And other examples like the smacking of your lips or the mat rempit kissy kissy sounds. ("*Mooochhhmooch* Eh Ah Moiiiiii...")

So yeah. I'm cute because I spent like 2 hours studying that topic. I got constantly side tracked with my attempts at producing the sounds that I was reading about. So I sounded like a lizard+monkey+elephant trying to try to produce all the stated phonations.

I bet most of you were saying some of the examples out loud as well. Don't lie~~

Okay, time to hit the books again. By the way, do you guys like this white background better than the green background?

And how come nobody except Tzeching commented about my bug-eating abilities??:( I'm so sad. What a waste of effort.

 

I had on a magnificent crown studded with jewels of the rarest kind. One of my servant girls came up to me and used her knuckles and rapped against my crown.

*Kong kong kong.* "Your majesty, is that real?"

I was annoyed. So I just said, "yes lah yes lah."

She continued knocking. I could not do anything but just sat there and let her knock somemore. The knocking continued on and on and on and on.....

*kongkongkongkongKONGKONGKONGKONG!!!!!!!!*

I was getting very annoyed and suddenly - I opened my eyes and found myself staring at my ceiling. 

*kongkongKONGKONGKONGKONGGGG!!*

There were some fucking kids in the backyard hitting the cement stairs with a metal rod AND WOKE ME UP FROM MY SLEEP AT 11.30am. (I slept at 7.30am..)

I was so angry, I opened my windows and yelled,

"HOI!!! BISING LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The kids looked up at me, stunned.
I sounded so gruff and scared myself even. I sounded like a man. A man who does hard labour work. Like a drunken man who is jobless. A jobless drunken man. A jobless drunken man who has not been having sex. .. Wait, a jobless drunken man who has not been having sex with two paralysed arms. (He would be a quadriplegiac. But that would involve the legs as well. Hmm. Poor thing.)

Serious.

I glared at them and flip the windows back up with a loud slam.

Annoying right? You're sleeping and some monkey goes to YOUR backyard and takes a metal rod and hits the fucking cement stairs. Nobody likes the sound of hitting metal reverberating up to one's room whilst one is sleeping.

But then again, I am not alone. Barry did a much better job at showing a kid his place in the real world.