calling all graphic designers!!

anyone knows anyone who knows anyone needing some work? InternationalCompany in KL is looking for graphic designers for both temporary and permanent positions.

if you're interested, drop me an email along with ur resumes at alysia.song@gmail.com


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as for me, what they say about advertising is true. there is no life beyond the office. the first day ended at 11.30pm and last night was an early one at 9.30pm. let's see what today brings.

*prepares to jump off building*

it's for experience. it's for experience. it's for experience. *chant*

this is the turning point

some of you may be wondering where the hell i've been...

well, i'm still in KL... and will continue to be for at least the next three months. because why? because....

I
GOT
A
JOB!!

it's a temporary thing... and if all goes well, i might be offered a permanent position in BigInternationalCompany.

it's all very sudden. one moment, everything's up in the air... i'm still undecided between countries. and the next, i'm offered a job and asked to start immediately. so all my shit's still in melbourne until i can get back to settle everything.

meanwhile, camilo - my high school friend from ki - has been staying with me in KL, warming up my couch. so it's been a whole week of showing him around and letting him experience the local culture of mamaks, food, drinking, food, mamaks, food food food and more food.

he's been backpacking all around thailand for the last month and a half. now he's continuing around malaysia, then around the rest of asia from cambodia to laos to china to taiwan and then around europe. damn him. damn damn damn. wat a life.

so yes... basically, that is what i've been up to. job hunting and tour guiding.

time to TRY and sleep early. i'm terribly anxious about tomorrow. i don't even have clothes here!! they're all in melbourne!!

more reason to shop... wheeeee. except that shopping here sux. *sigh*

ooouuuccchhhhh

i finally did it!!

i dragged my ass for kickboxing. cam and dave went for trials, while phil and i went for class. i was afraid i'd forgotten everything... after a 7 month lapse.

i'm so sore now, i feel like i went snowboarding!!

i had the WEIRDEST FUCKING dream last night.

a woman, disguised as someone else, watched as a group of terrorists chopped up an arab man's body into pieces and wrapped them in a piece of canvas before throwing it into a wooden chest to burn.

the woman revealed herself and she stepped into the chest and sat on top of the body to burn with it. she wanted to make a statement of defiance. some other woman joined her and i thought, heck, i want to make a statement too and burn to death with these women.

so we sat there, talking, while waiting for the flames to lick our flesh. for some reason, i wouldn't seem to catch on fire... but the other two women did. it was a very slow process and i asked them what it felt like. they said it was just a matter of getting used to the heat... sort of like getting into a tub of scalding hot water.

i skulled down some wine while waiting for the fire to burn me. it was getting hot, but not burning hot. eventually, both women had already been burnt to death and i was still sitting there waiting. alvin came along and tried to talk me out of doing it.

but i said i wanted to make the statement and i couldn't run away like a coward.

"you want to make a statement? i'll take a picture of you now, and we can send it in to The Star. you might even win rm50."

-_-


tell me that's not one of the weirdest dreams.

tonight - carlsberg free flow event. i'm going to be the most sober person there. no more beer for me. uh uh. *shaking head violently*

enough is enough

THAT'S IT!!

this is where i draw the line.

i looked at myself in the mirror sideways today.... and i look five months pregnant. NO FUCKING JOKE!!

combination of water retention + gas + supper every night + no exercise

so tomorrow... i am DEFINITELY going for kickboxing. i don't know if i can quit having suppers... i think i'm addicted to food. ADDICTED. like crackheads to cocaine. ADDICTED.

i'm wearing a vest today... and it's harnessing my belly in. the vest is hanging on to dear life as the buttons threaten to pop any moment. i should've bought an S instead of an XS.
then again... maybe not, coz i'd just let my belly grow bigger.

okay okay... enough about my belly now. i can sense some people wanting to grab my head and ram it against the wall to shut me up.

right?

all those guilty faces staring at the screen.

that... or you're secretly dancing in ur chairs in joy. bitches.

i'm at my godmother's place now. it's a madhouse. it always is a madhouse, but today, it's beyond mad. my godsister, eda, is leaving for UK tomorrow to study and the house is being packed up for renovations. i get a headache just thinking about it. it's huuuuuugeeee!!

i'm glad it ain't me.

walking against the ticking of time

things i find sexy in (or on) a man:

- a mole on the neck
- smooth tanned skin
- toned arms
- the smell of fresh laundry
- tommy (i know it's super old school... but it works)
- a naked chick on a fully clothed man (think jolie and hawk in taking lives)
- the smell of sleep... i can't describe it
- deep husky voice
- the v shaped pelvic line... that is soooooo HOT
- intelligence, intellect and street wise sense (because i have none of that)

no more beer

::edit:: pics are up on my multiply.


saturday night at oasis was like a samad reunion. literally.

justin was doomed from the start. there was no escape. you know you're screwed when you hire out a bar and expect it to be filled with your friends. it's a death sentence waiting to happen. it didn't help that he had already been wasted the night before.

judging by his expression, the first few whiskys didn't go down too well. but as the night wore on, alcohol kicked in... along with machoism.

"i'm still standing!! i'm still standing!!"

that is just plain asking for it.

the bottles of johnny black disappeared quickly... to be replaced with jim beam. the moment two bottles of jim beam appeared on the centre table, everyone vanished from sight. i even resorted to BEER. can you imagine? that's how bad i rate jim beam.

too many nights of excessive jim beam consumption in high school have put me off jim beam FOR LIFE.

i brought trouble upon myself while trying to get a snapshot of kok song skanking it up with joyce. the flash immediately brought joyce to me with a schooner of beer.

"DRINK!!"
"i don't drink beer."
"i don't care!! drink half!"
"b..bu..but..!"
"HALF!!"
"okay... okay!"

*guzzles down beer with surprising ease*

"i'm joyce, btw."

i swear. the only way i ever meet girls is through alcohol and skanking. with alcohol... comes the skanking. later on, hui san made me skull more beer before introducing herself. apparently, i only get to know their names AFTER being made to skull beer.

sometime around 4am, justin finally ran to the toilet for a good toilet hugging session. twice. and i've got the pics. *evil grin*

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!

i was surprisingly still feeling relatively sober at the end of the night. considering my low alcohol tolerance. i paid for it on sunday though.

i had to brave family brunch with three hours sleep and alcohol still pumping in my system. NOT FUN. not fun at all. everything i ate came straight back out. i threw up three times and passed out in front of all my relatives. my uncle came up to me.

"yeh man la hai mm hai?"
"late night, wasn't it?"

-_- obviously la.

as miserable as i felt yesterday... i can only imagine the pain justin was going through. i texted him.

"haha. wat a great night. let me know when you're well enough to meet up."

he texted back.

"3 weeks time."

=D

birthday slut

BIRTHDAY SHOUT TO JUSTIN!!

one year less left of your sex prime time. they say men peak between the ages of 18 - 25? and then it all goes downhill.

women... on the other hand, reach their sexual peak during their 30s. so WE still have plenty to look forward to. *beam* no wonder you read about cases of older women sleeping with teenagers. makes sense when you think about it.

but it's still gross.

moving on... i'm loving kl. really loving it. even if it means i'm starting to look like a pufferfish thanks to all the food i've been stuffing myself with. i still haven't dragged my ass for kickboxing classes yet. heh.

it's been awhile since i've been to klcc... 2 years, maybe? so i dragged chucky with me. we had lunch at madam kwan's. i had nasi bojari, which was pretty good. the otak-otak wasn't anything to shout about.... it was flaky, slightly bland and definitely not spicy enough.

we then spent about an hour and a half in kinokuniya. it was HEAVEN!! i especially love the design section. i just wanted to buy EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!! i managed to control myself and ended up spending rm250 on three books. ouch.

i could buy alot of food with that. or clothes. but no... the intellect needs to be fed once in awhile too. actually... two of the books were just filled with pretty pictures. ah well.

whilst browsing in kinokuniya, dearest loco called to inform me he was performing outside laundry at 8pm. finally!! i've been waiting almost FIVE YEARS to be able to watch him perform!! i'm liking his new single very much. it was so tempting to start skanking outside laundry, but i managed to restrain myself.

i'm looking forward to dinner tonight.

SEAFOOD!!

i'm salivating just thinking about curry crab, la la, buttered prawns, lobster noodles.... not saying that we will have all that but it's always nice to fantasise.

justin's celebrating his birthday at oasis tonight. *roll eyes* i swear he practically lives there. it's been about 9 years since i've been around for his birthday so i'm well looking forward to seeing him get wasted.

yeeeaaaaaaa!!

ok enough rant. i need to do some work.

today is the day

it's graduation day today.

*groan*

i don't know why i'm dreading it so much. it's like i'm in denial that i've finally stepped over the border and i have really graduated.

i dread the thought of having to go up to collect that damned piece of paper we call a transcript in front of all those people. knowing me, i'll trip on my robe and fall flat on my face, bum up with my hand outstretched... reaching for that piece of paper.

ninety minute ceremony... the only entertainment i will have is listening out to funny names.

tap some bongggg...

tu na singh...

ham ka ling...


and then...

song chor koon...

*silence*

song chor koon!!

*silence*

song chor koon!!!!!

oh... shit. that's me.

i hardly ever respond to my chinese name because it's quite redundant. only my grandfather used it, and even then... he hardly ever called any of his grandkids by name. ironic, isn't it... alysia is the name i go by and respond to, yet, it is not in my birth certificate thanks to my indecisive mother.

i would get it changed... if everyone didn't keep telling me what a huge hassle it is. figures. trying to get ANYTHING done in malaysia is a huge hassle.

i am alive... and fat!

oh yea baybeh.

some of you may be wondering.... "so how're you enjoying kl so far?"

well... let's just say, i'm not sure if i'll be able to return to melbourne. because if i sat on the plane, it probably wouldn't be able to take off. that's how much i've been eating. this trip has been ALL ABOUT FOOD.

i was in penang for four days last week. i was so looking forward to getting a tan. i went there all yellow... and came back STILL yellow. it was cloudy most of the time... but it's ok. coz food made up for it all.

we went slightly overboard one night... we went to have supper. three of us - edmund, chucky and i. between us, we ordered SEVEN meals. for SUPPER okay. we had 2 serves of chicken rice, char kuey teow, won ton mee, pai kuat hor fun, chee cheong fun and satay.

pure insanity i tell you.

just a couple of nights ago... i had a huge craving for ramly burger. i also had a huge craving for pan mee. unable to decide which to have for supper at 1am, i thought to myself, "fuck it la. i'll have BOTH!"

and i did.

i think i scare some people with my eating sometimes. when i come back here, i feel like an incredible hawker monster.

i've got some videos to post up. will do that soon... if i can be fuct.

packed and ready to go!!

while everyone is out skanking away at the opening night of the beach club... i've been packing all my shit ready to jump on the plane!!

i'm scoffing down tom yum noodles now. packing made me hungry. and i just realised... it's not the best thing to eat while having a fuck-off dry cough. shit. it's going to agitate it and everyone on the plane will be giving me death stares while i hack my lungs out onto the eating tray.

good thing it's a day flight.

oh yea... guess what. i managed to canoodle my way out of genting and am now going to penang instead. yay!! i feel terrible for ditching my family, but really, the last thing i want to do while trying to escape winter's cold hands is go for a trip to genting. and genting's no fun coz i don't gamble... in casinoes.

yes yes... i know. penang beaches are shitty thanks to unsustainable tourism. but hey... like i said. i'm DESPERATE for some sun, sand and sea.

sun for tanning.

sand for avoiding getting it into ass crack.

sea for looking at while the sun beams happily over it.

i don't actually like swimming in salt water. everyone thought i was mad when i first moved to ki because i declared my preference of chlorine water over sea water. i remember the look of ridicule i'd get from the islanders.

hey you grew up in sea water, i grew up in chlorine water, okay? same shit, different taste.

toodles melbourne and my fellow pimps, skanks & hos!! see you in a few weeks!! *waves goodbye*

the incident at paul's place

cut and pasted from alda's blog:

from Paul Millott, owner, Solar Power Training Centre, 8, Resource Industrial Centre. Old Klang Road, Kuala Lumpur

The following incident occurred OUTSIDE in the car park, not inside any premises

Natasha (witness):

I was walking towards the restaurant next to Rajoo Flour Mill. Just as I saw Paul at the restaurant and went over to join him, I heard gunfire. The first two or three shots were from the opposite side of the car park, but at first I could not see the gunman.

Suddenly a crazed gunman in jeans and black T shirt appeared, running towards Paul and fired shots into the air. He did not identify himself or give any reason why he was firing his gun. He then pointed the gun at Paul and shouted "You get over there", indicating with the gun the direction he wanted him to go. He had just fired two shots about ten feet from the people seated in the restaurant They promptly ran, terrified, knocking over tables and chairs. People in the car park also ran but the gunman turned around and ordered them to come back. At this point Paul ran back to the entrance to his cafe, which was empty but one half of the two shutters was still half open. I saw two or three people rushing out of the cafe and the glass door was shattered in the panic. This was plate glass and will cost something like RM2,000 to replace. The staff had been cleaning up when the shots were fired in the car park and had fled.

Paul pulled down the shutter but by then the gunman was behind him and at once lifted the shutter back up again. I walked over to see what was going on. Paul told the gunman he could not go in because the premises were closed. He then informed Paul he was a police officer. Paul asked him for his ID and he pulled out his wallet and flashed it in the air very fast. I could not see any ID. Paul obviously didn't see it either. Paul asked again to see the ID but the gunman told him that was all he would be allowed to see. Paul stood his ground in the doorway and told the gunman he could not enter. The gunman banged his body up against Paul and shouted “are you pushing me?”. Paul said “I am not pushing you”. The gunman then tried again to knock Paul out of the way. He told Paul that this was Malaysia and the police could do what they liked. Paul asked whether he had a warrant and he replied he did not need one. Then he and another officer in plain clothes forced Paul's hands behind his back and handcuffed him. They gave no reason why they wanted to go into the cafe, or why they put the hand cuffs on Paul.

Paul:

The gunman, who had pointed a loaded gun at my head a few minutes earlier and his friend, then handcuffed me without giving any reason, as I stood in the doorway to the cafe. Then a man from DBKL appeared and asked for the license. As he did so the police pushed past me and against my will and by force entered my premises,. At this time the premises were empty and closed to the public. No one was inside, except the officers who had forced their way in, and me in handcuffs. The DBKL officer came in and checked the business license and then asked whether I had an entertainment license for the place. I told him that his officers had informed me I did not need an overall entertainment license for a training workshop and had returned my application. I also told him that I had applied for a permit to hold the private function on that day, which was the entertainment license. He denied that I had applied for this licence but I saw the application in his file and pointed it out to him. He told me it was applied for six weeks ago but their officers had been round many many times to the premises but always found it closed, so they had not been able to inspect it, and therefore to issue a license. He told me that I MUST have an Entertainment License to allow the Public to use the premises. I reminded him that the place was a workshop training centre and NOT OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. It is only used only for private bookings. I pointed out to him that he had confirmed the place was not open to the public, on their many visits to the premises, as they had found it closed to the public, on each and every visit.

The DBKL man told me I must go to his office on Monday. After that I asked the police to remove the handcuffs. They did so, and allowed me to go. By this time I was fully convinced the “crazed gunman” was in fact a police officer, so I apologised politely to him to for not allowing him to enter the premises. I Then went home.

I have just got back from DBKL.(21.8.06). The officer told me that the police had interviewed him and told him I had made a police report against him. I told him I only made the report about the police officer firing a gun. The DBKL officer claimed he had arrived as the police were forcing their way in and did not hear any gunshots. He told the police I would not let him in, but in fact he was standing behind the police officer and so was physically unable to enter the premises. I did not want any of them to enter because I know, from the experience of the party held on new Years Eve last year, that they would seize all the equipment brought in by the guests. The equipment seized on New Year's Eve has still not been returned in spite of a Court order issued on 31.7.06 stipulating that it should all be returned to the rightful owners by early September. The police claim that they have still not received the order from the magistrates' court.

Paul Millott, 21.8.06

Additional Information: One of the people in the square had a video camera. He got a clear picture of the police officer walking across the car park with his gun in his hand. There were no threats or disturbance visible. Also on the video is a clear picture of the police officer pointing his pistol at some people sitting in their car waiting to drive home and making them get out so he could arrest them. They did nothing to warrant arrest or to threaten the officer.

The police officers are from Brickfields Police Station.

24 youths are still in the lock up for being found walking across the car park. They will not be let out until next week.

Newspapers are claiming the police opened fire because members of the public had weapons. This is not substantiated and I had no weapons when the police pointed a gun at me.

Royal Malaysian Police Force Shooting Incident (Edit)

fucking UNBELIEVABLE!!

an opportunity to go to perhentian came up, but no one could confirm with me.

promotion to go to phuket for rm500... once again, no one could confirm with me.

pulau besar kent promotion came up. then the damn thing got canceled.

penang came up. 27th - 31st. and then...?? my dad tells me he's booked for genting on the 31st. just ONE DAY. ONE DAY!!

*bang head on wall repeatedly*

WHHHYYYY?!?!?!?!

alignment of the planets? fuck the planets, i say!!

*seething*

high up in the sky

whhheeeeeee. go robitussin!!

i'm feeling a little light-headed. i gotta take more of that shit. all of a sudden, medicine doesn't seem like such a bad thing after all. hahaha.

i've been watching chris rock for the last 2 hours. i've got the sofabed spread out in front of the tv, my quilt, pillows, hot water bottle.

the WORKS!!

i just want to be better before i hop onto that plane. tropical weather here i coooommeeee!! *sigh* now i just gotta wait for a beach holiday to fall on my lap. *looks up* please, dearest universe, gods and goddesses... let me have my beach holiday!!

i listen to chris rock

i've ammoed myself up with honey lemon, soothers and robitussin.


chris rock - bigger and blacker

That's right. When l was a kid, we didn't have no insurance.
   
We didn't have a damn thing.You had to be damn near dead to see the doctor.

You had to be way past Robitussin.

That's all we had when l was a kid: Robitussin.

No matter what you got, Robitussin better handle it.
   
''Daddy, l got asthma.''
''Robitussin.''

''l got cancer.''
''Robitussin.''
 
l broke my leg, Daddy poured Robitussin on it.

''Yeah, boy, let that 'tussin get in there."

''Yeah, boy, let that 'tussin get on down to the bone."

''The 'tussin ought to straighten out the bone. lt's good."

''lf you run out of 'tussin, put some water in the jar, shake it up, more 'tussin.

''More 'tussin!''
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I love chris rock. robitussin. it tastes like dog pee, but if chris rock says it works, i'll believe him.

it brings back memories of my childhood. my maid/grandmother/teacher/aunties would try to feed me medicine.... and it would all come straight back out. man... i was a difficult child when it came to inserting anything into my mouth - food, medicine, pacifier.... please. no dirty thoughts, ok?

i'm picky with what goes in my mouth. *pause* okay, moving on...

i'm trying to think of what needs to be done before i go back to kl.

- bills
- unlock my 3 phone
- get belt from alice
- brunswick st shopping
- wedding mag for cam
- post off dress

hmmm... i'm pretty sure i'm forgetting something. does anyone in kl need ciggies? first come, first served. ewan's already booked ciggies back to melbourne.

FUCK THE MLAYSIAN AUTHORITIES

yea. i'm giving them a big

FUCK YOU.

an incident occurred at paul's place in kl. it's posted on alda's blog.

it is a very fine example of how our country is going to shits. it has been spiraling down and i can only see it plummeting to its own social death unless everyone does their bit to do something about it. but what can one person do? how can we as individuals stand against this vague body of power we call the government?

i'm not a political person. but i would love to be part of a movement that would shake up the country to its core and crumble it down for a fresh start.

sounds like v for vendetta, doesn't it? hehe. ah... where's our V?

all about sex

i want to pose a question to all of you.

is drunken sex better than normal sex? by drunken, i mean tipsy and (sort of) under control, as opposed to "uuughhh. stop stop. i need to vomit first. *puke* ok, let's continue!"

i've never tried it myself. i always had this impression that it would be a terrible experience. two people groping around, falling all over the place, things ending up in the wrong places... you get what i mean.

i find it hard to feel sexy when i know my face is burning red like a lobster and my make-up is all over the place. not to mention the lovely stench of alcohol everytime i breathe out. and can you imagine trying to undress sexily?? you think your movements are nice and smooth, when really you look like a zombie out of resident evil, sudden jerky movements. how sexy indeed.

so i wanna know what other people think about drunken sex. regardless of whether it's with a partner, a friend with benefits or some random.

i expect contribution from my lovely nymphettes.

*cough* *sneeze *kaput*

i am now officially sick. fuck. i jst HAD to get sick 4 days before going back to kl. bloody 'ell.

and the best part is... there's no more cold & flu tablets and no more berocca. *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* i have a sudden craving for chicken soup or brand's chicken essence. let me just wallow in self-pity here and be a whiny pussy okay?

my whole head and jaw hurts. i feel like my head's going to topple over from heaviness and my jaw's going to explode.

my little secrets

i was just chatting to my mum online...

did u tell me i was conceived while u were doing a headstand??

yes - why?

well... my friends and i were trying to figure out how that works -_-

lol - maybe it wasn't that trick.......but that was what i did........

huh?

your dad and i had been trying for a while.... and i heard of that trick..... so we did it.... but maybe it was just the right time.....

ah right

i still remember having my legs up in the air against the head of the bed!!!

hmmm let's not get too graphic ok

because i think i was leaving for a trip (work) and we realised that the date was THE date.......
lol

oh well - you asked.....

kudos to mum and dad.

because i feel like it, i'm going to share some random things about my childhood with the whole wide world... all 40 of you who actually read this. what? you think you can stalk me and i can't stalk you back? hmmph.

1. as mentioned above, i was conceived while my mum was doing a headstand.

2. when i was 3, i had one of those red paddle cars. i was happily paddling around my grandmother's house when a metal bit that protruded from under the wheel found itself lodged into my thigh. i am told i just sat there without making a noise until my grandmother saw the blood pooling and freaked out. as you would. i wonder where that car was made. made in malaysia?

3. my cousins tell me i threw an angpow into the rubbish bin when i was young. must've been an early sign of my current spending habits.

4. i was fed prawn noodles when i was 3 months old because my mum ran out of milk. apparently i thought it tasted fantastic and wanted more. i've been eating spicy food ever since i started eating solid food. that explains a lot!! i'm addicted to chilli.

5. i lived with my grandparents throughout most of my childhood. my grandfather was a king in my eyes whenever he brought back durian. i would get him my special little plastic chair specially for him so he could carry out his duty of opening the durian properly.


hmmm... okay. in this picture, i'm sitting on the plastic chair... oops.

okay... i'm too lazy to think anymore. besides, it's no fun if you know everything about me. what would we talk about then?

oh, what a night!

dinner was at belgium beer cafe - eureka towers. mmmmm... mussels. spicy and provencale are my favourites.




bambi's steak was served cold... guess they waited for everyone's food to be ready before serving.


hope you enjoyed your lemon tart, ally!!


from left to right - jessie, jackie, denise, mili, ty, sabrina, katie, alice & olivia. my GAWD. so much oestrogen!!








not saying i have boobies... great wonders of chicken fillets.




i'm so happy for you two!! i can proudly say i was there from the beginning. while he was still trying to get into your pants. hahaha. ah love, sweet love.






thanks for coming faith!! your presence was a pleasant surprise.




i particularly like this photo. epitome of girly action... with clothes on.






i passed lily my camera while i went in for a pee and this is what happens. -_-







more pics are on my multiply.