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Yesterday I was someone. But I always thought that I am Suetha the Indian Classical Dancer. Then today I am Suhana. Day before I was Suet Mun. Welcome to my alter ego page..

Yours truly,
Suhana Suetha

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Word Play

People can say a lot.
A lot can be said from one to another.
A lot of these words does not authenticate the meaning if the entire conversations sometimes.
Perhaps whatever said do mean something..
In a way that only the person who mutter it out will know what is being defined by what he said.
When a lot is being said, a lot can be taken for real for those who listen too
While what is said is being taken for real to those who listen
Listener too may be taken for a ride in believing what is being said...
A good ride, a really nasty ride
No one can judge,
One can assume, one can accuse
But no know if what is said is meant to be a fact in disguise or for real
Be it disguise
Be it real
Who knows?
Only time will tell
Only time will heal if it's unpleasant to you ear
Only time will prove if there is a rosy bed on the other side of the rainbow..
You WORD game..

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Art For Grabs

 What is best to describe me;

Traits I am born with

Terms I would like to grow accustomed to

Character that I often display

Now.. this is new..
(in conjunction with Stop Motion Project)

I am not sure how many ladies out there  will still be able to remain calm as a pot of honey when being called these names. I have seen a lot who went amok and starts making loud , extreme clear clarification on why they are not one of the above..

Seriously, I always think that it takes up a whole lot of effort and hard work to agitate / mutilate / elevate one to gain a status. Regardless of it being a bad or a good one. I really do not care much if people call me a bitch. (But I seriously hate it when you call me ugly lor...!) 


I am fine by the way I lead my life. Despite mum and most probably the entire family clan clinging to both side of mom and dad who never do understand why do I keep a distance from them; because I don't need any of you people's superficial advice on how to take charge of my life when you do not even swear go through a life like mine!

I don't know why did I divulge the topic...anyway... ARTS FOR GRABS! This is my second time attending, but this time I helped Mei with her button badges.
I love these kinda 'memperjuangkan something something' event where people will go all out to advocate for something either close to their heart or simply because it sounds cool to advocate for something. But for whatever reasons, more voices is better than no voices rite? ;)


If it ain't Hot, it ain't Me!


Crepe RM5.90 from Central Market

magnetic tiles from Rekhss!

my entire ensemble of less than RM100 whch got featured in MSN Life & Style =P

The best thing about Art For Grabs is that this will be the time for us to get our hands into buying books deemed not proper for public reading =D



Sunday, December 19, 2010

Please?


I only have one quick wish this Christmas - for all of you who have read this post to Please drop y to Isetan at Gardens Mid Valley (level 2) and buy some batik from me =D

I am most probably the only sales promoter / assistant or whatever you call those people who stands at the counter with their hands held at crotch level to have opt to park at the Premium Parking Lot in The Gardens. I seriously have considered jockey parking, but am not sure which is the nearest jockey services. I think there are at least half a million people that throng the whole of that Mid Valley city on a weekend.

And standing with hand held at crotch level with 4 inches heels ain't joke. I tried for 2 days. I think by now I may have mutilated my reproduction system. And most probably lost 3 ounce of knee joint plasma that will need 3 bottles of glucosamine for me to do some knee repairing job. This knee kneading / massage ain't helping. 

And so I attempted to get a pair of flats for RM50!! Seriously, I have not felt  in a 5-inches heels before. But today - I fell while wearing a flat shoes! Which leads to me almost scratching a car in the car park as I was trying to vigorously balance myself with my hands (while having the car key in hand) and scracth thru a Honda while doing the balancing mode =P

Story cut short -Please drop by and pay me a visit, smile and say Hi and BUY SOME BATIK FROM ME!

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Please?

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Roundabout Series

This is how the highway looked like when I drove to KLIA at 120kmph


As much as I do not enjoy driving, being an outdoor sales person have more or less moulded me into a driver capable of re-routing without a GPS, co-habitate with my car (without any sexual innuendos!) since I am always in it, perform various task (no rhythmic gymnastic moves involved), and of course make calls, camwhore and sending text message is a ritual act of nature performed without fail. I have also adapted the habit of sleeping while driving, which is not a very good thing to do but I managed to excel >.<

No matter how perfect I am in honing my multi tasking skills, sometimes one just can't steer away from getting into shits. Caused by other's negligence. And somehow that damn TRANSNASIONAL bus driven by a pakcik decides to lick my anal HARD. I swear it was so hard I swerved unwillingly to the left of the road.

I got de-virginated =(

I think I could have won the Most Sucessful No Expression Award given the fact that I literally and practically had no mood to be in anger nor scared nor happy when it happened.
It happened. I got down. I looked. I took a notebook. I note down plate number, time and location and I left. It was as if I do not want to register that particular scenario in my life for the month of December 2010. 
I hate mishaps! I hate having to go through the trouble to go to the designated police station which allows reporting on vehicle accident. Designated! Read! I don't get it why can't any other police station with the same uniformed personnel in tight pants do the same freaking reporting.
I hate being asked to draw the incidents and using my identity card to act the role of my car and driving license the role of the bus and act the whole scene out. Seriously, in which incident would the story teller says that it is their fault? In my case, it really isn't my fault!

I ended the incident by brushing it off as a fact that has happened. I really dread dealing with gomen related agencies. The amount of calling and re-directing to different department and re-routing only to be telling the same story again annoys me. Just to think about it annoys me. And having to call Telekom on a monthly basis to seek for clarification on why is my line disconnected annoyed me enough on a monthly basis.
I really would like to brush off any other dealings with THEM.  Unless they are going to buy batik from me. 

I really dreaded the entire process of getitng hit in the ANAL and making a report out of it with a burly policeman wearing tight pants asking me to act the scene out.. dreaded so much so that I actually thought of just getting a new car to mend my dissapointment.. O.o (diva!!!)

Hmm... why did my post now swerve to talk about inefficiency in organisation?? 



Monday, December 6, 2010

Year End Report

The entire 365 days is going to wrap up very soon and most bloggers will be giving a wrap up of what they have achieved so far. I, as usual can't recall much of what I have achieved that will be so significant and perhaps provides an impact to myself or those around me. Achieving higher tolerance level towards a nagging mom is not an achievement by the way......

To start off, at the end of September, I suspected I have sinus. A symptom that I won't bother googling, suffice to know people do have such a symptom. Perhaps it's cool to make a statement- "Oh sorry I have sinus, can I escape from doing this such and such chores?" As at now, I am wasting toilet roll trying to slurp out whatever contained inside thhis huge nose of mine.

Then, there was so many camwhore session done this year since I started to guest blog in YourShoppingKaki, which leads me to self staring session after every camwhore session and contemplates on any possibility to perhaps get a nose job and some eye lid repairing? No? Also microdermabrasion..

=(

Nevertheless, the feeling of inadequacy does very little in tarnishing my personal view on myself - THAT I AM HOT la...(sorry, can't help it..) I see no reason for me to belittle ownself, despite a bigger nose (though people say its properous, ok) On the good side of these constant camwhore project, I can't stop realising how good I feel about myself (THAT I AM HOT) and that I should continue my voyage into improving my sense in being fashionable and perhaps nurture myself into a fashion blogger?  (wow, this whole paragraph of self-praise!) That fashion blogger part won't happen, because I realise after all, I am just not as keen into fashion. I discovered it's more of self-adoring over own self, not my sense of dressing =P

My ego is bigger than the Carmex stick ok..

This is also the year that I have not been stepping a foot into any territory of a night market (your local neighbourhood pasar malam). Yeah, I am damn high end, I have no idea how does a pasar malam looked like now. Instead I was hogging a lot of bazaars every weekend =)

sunny Sunday in Urbanscapes!

 Urbanscapes again! 

Chic Pop in Sunway Giza

 Die die also must get something in Pick N Grab

See why I told ya I got bad sense in dressing young?
Sailormooning in Youth 2010

Going to bazaars and getting to know more online acquaintances have over exposed me to the Gen Y lots which I must admit have brought much impact to a 31 years old woman, with an ordinary career and less than ordinary life.
Once brought up to believe that if I leave the fan oscillation at Level 2 instead of the highest oscillating rate, I would be able to save some bucks on the utilitiy bills, I have now turn into a compulsive, reckless shopper-nista that gives more priority to shopping than paying up bills...  (and I leave the fan on at all times now..) 

bad habits that requires serious treatment

Dear adik-adik, lilttle vain-pots and compulsive uni or college, non wage earning citizens,

Shopping is not a sin. But shopping beyond means are a REAL BIG SIN. Because when you grow up, like ME at my age, the probability of you not being able to manage your finances because you just need to buy that Iphone 4 and whatever Intelli-phone simply because Vanessa Rob-My-Life, your uni mate were seen hanging out in uni snapping picture in Hispatmatic mode and you need to follow suit will make you a monster of material!!
Till 2 months back, I was still hanging on to my ICU-ed K550 Sony Ericson...

I did not get to go to much travel destination this year. Not that I make it a point to travel annually and boast about it. In fact, I am not a keen traveller. Not when I know every overseas trips requires savings of a couple of months worth of wages. Only went to Bangkok this year. And One Utama Hotel, a while in JW Marriot Bukit Bintang, a regular in Concorde KL, twice to Concrde KLIA, a step into Saujana Resort and some brief stints in Shangri-La KL =P  Can that be considered travel ar?? ;)



This year  is also the year that I realise I have had enough of men. I no longer find them interesting nor do I look forward to change my Facebook status to be IN A RELATIONSHIP. Well, I never do look forward in fact. It's a very tiring stage of life where you have to always be in make up uf you don't have a flawless complexion. No torn undergarments in case they rummage around and realise you are wearing a torn bra. And the responsibility to bear children in any case a relationship turn into a family building game.
But I am very determined to get a Dato. Serious OK..And I try to apply the Law Of Attraction to realise that humble dream of mine.

Please call me DATIN

I figure that is the only way for me to achieve something in the business world. No? 
I don't want to plant Misai Kucing plants behind the yard and make own cosmetics and hard sell to Kamariah, Maimunah and Letchumi. It's tiring, and I know I won't make it!

For the soon-to-end year, I can only recall me stocking up on food to cook for a maximum of 3 times. Maggi Mee does not count. After 31 years, I still cannot make a decent pasta meal without throwing it away. I failed in making poached eggs either. So is boiled egg. I can't seem to find a proper equation of how many spoon of sugar or seasoning do I need to add in to create at least SOME flavour in whatever that I am cooking up.
I have given up hopes on cooking anyway. Not until I get myself a Dato and have a maid to clean up the mess ;)

I dont know what went wrong!

I also have this extreme habits of not completing task. Like doing my reports half way, doing my expenses claims halfway, sewing half way and many other half way events that you can think of. Years after years, I tried my best to change this habits of mine.. and guess what....
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I am just going to write this post HALF WAY for now!! 
Some traits are meant to be permanent..


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