In my 2nd year at university in London, I used to share a flat with two girls there, one named Julia, a British-Born Chinese

and another Gene whom I happened to meet for lunch just a few weeks ago (and whom I can’t seem to find a picture of at the moment.. ish).

Just like a lot of my other friends, Gene has now come back to be a very high-flying professional, a lawyer… at one of the best law firms in Malaysia.

As we sat down for lunch at Carls Junior exchanging stories of what we’ve been up to since graduation, Gene suddenly found the courage to say
“Tim… you’re very different now from how you were back at university.”
I raised an eyebrow
“Huh?? You mean different as in fatter? Yes I know I’m fat now”.

And she replied
“No… different as in.. you used to be a very happy person. Now you often look very tensed up and stressed and we can’t even have a proper lunch ON A SUNDAY because you keep getting all these phone calls from clients”.

I was appalled.. is my work taking over me.. beginning to consume me as a person?

I took it lightly until recently when I was in Bangkok I got into a fight with *ahem* because we spent our last day in Bangkok in the hotel room while I talked business in the hotel room rather than actually going out.Same fight different day lah.
“You’re on HOLIDAY!!! Why can’t you just forget all that now?”

“I have to work lah! How do you think I earn the money to come here in the first place?”

So now that I know that maybe… just maybe it is possible that I’ve started losing it and becoming very addicted to work but to say that I am very different from who I was a few years ago back at university is….. shocking.

Okay why don’t you guys be the judge.

This is how I looked like 5 years ago.
Hahahaha no I’m kidding. That’s my friend Joe who went to Cambridge University.

Okay.. THIS is how I looked like 5 years ago (on the left).

This is how I looked like 4 years ago (second from the left).

This is how I looked like 3 years ago

This is how I looked like 2 years ago (the one on the right).

This is how I looked like 1 year ago (the one on the left… duh the one on the right of course) 😛
And this is how I look like today.

Do I look any less happier?

I don’t really see why and I can’t really see why I should. Sure I tend to work a lot sometimes at the oddest hours but I love my work because I love the people it involves.

I love my colleagues at Nuffnang who are also passionate, full of energy and always happy to crack a joke.
I love some of my clients who pay us money but yet treat me like their closest friends.

I love some of the nicest bloggers out there who are ever so supportive of what Nuffnang does.

So what is there not to love about work?

Ming in one of his previous internet ventures had this tagline
“If you ain’t fun, you aren’t doing it right”.

I think maybe… just maybe… we’re doing it right.

One of the perks of being in the advertising industry is that you often get to meet quite a number of local celebrities.

My problem however is that I’m very very very bad with knowing who local celebrities are.

Let me tell you how stupid I am.

Once I was introduced to Rudy from Rudy & JJ’s breakfast show. He introduced himself as “Rudy” and I said “Hi I’m Tim”.

Now I’ve seen many pictures of how Rudy & JJ look like but I STILL DIDN’T RECOGNIZE HIM!!! And if anything… I am one of the biggest fans of the Hitz.FM Morning Crew. I listen to them every other morning!!!

Bloody hell!!! If I had known he was Rudy from Rudy & JJ I would’ve squealed like a schoolgirl and say
“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVEEEE YOUUUUUU…. Please sign my butt cheek!!!!”

Fortunately another time when I met Joey G at an event some time back, someone was nice enough to tell me that he was a celebrity so I would know how to go up and take a picture with him.So anyway a few days ago I heard that I was going to meet Paul Moss for some meeting. Before I went for the meeting though I wanted to make sure that I went prepared and knew at least something about Paul Moss.

Heck I knew he is a judge at One In A Million and is known for giving straightforward honest opinions like Simon Cowell.

I mean you gotta love Simon Cowell… he talks sense.. unlike silly Paula.I get so frustrated watching American Idol and waiting for Paula to quickly say whatever rubbish she was going to say.. not like anyone cares about her opinion anyway.

I did a small poll on my sidebar recently and found that 72% of my readers think that Paula gives irrelevant opinions in American Idol.And it’s true.. nobody cares about the other two judges.

Well actually.. okay fine fine. Randy does give some proper feedback with substance but PAULA!!!

I mean heck.

I could go there and stomp my feet and scream around with some unaudible awful awful song and Paula Abdul will still say to me

“Timothy… I feel so happy for you. You look beautiful today and you were wonderful and I’m so proud of you because you’re not afraid to show us who you are… yabber yabber yabber… come give me a hug”.
And she says that for everyone that performs.

So uhmm.. wait where was I… oh shit sorry okok I got sidetracked there.

Alright so anyway I was doing a bit of reading up on Paul Moss and I found out that he was the producer for Juliet The Orange. JULIET THE ORANGE!!! HOLY COWW!!!

ANYONE REMEMBER THE SONG EYELASH BY JULIET THE ORANGE!??!

THAT SONG BRINGS ME MEMORIES OF MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS!!! And I still remember back then that I couldn’t believe it was a song by a local artiste because well.. back then there weren’t many local artists singing english songs.

HOLY COW!!!

When I first shook hands with Paul Moss the next day I said
“HEY PAUL!!! YOU PRODUCED JULIET THE ORANGE?? I LOVED THEIR SONG EYELASH!!!”
He looked kinda surprised almost as if I was the first person who ever said that to him but he was polite about it.

I can’t believe it!!!

Does everyone else not like eyelash?

Come on.. okay watch this music video and listen to the song.

If you’ve heard it before.. then you know you’re old like me 😛

If you haven’t.. then… you’re probably a lot older than me… or a lot younger 😛

Note the people in the video are not Juliet The Orange. Don’t think it’s an official music video.

Juliet The Orange is a group of two girls who look like this.

Imagine this.

You are living in a third-world country where the military runs the government with an iron-fist but you don’t have the luxury of caring who runs the government because you spend much of your daily life trying to help your father put food on the table for the whole family.

One day, a cyclone hits your country and is estimated to have instantly killed 100,000 people. Your home is destroyed and the only family you have, 2 other brothers and 1 sister along with your father fell victim to the cyclone.The only ones that are left in your family is yourself and your mother who was seriously injured by a flying piece of wood carried by the winds right straight into her thigh. You look around for help in a state of chaos with people looking for their family who are missing and the cries of people who have found their dead family members.

You sit and wait because you know your government must be doing something. Help is on the way… you wait for a day… two days.. three days.. four days… and nothing happens.By then you are hungry and thirsty with not much left and by then your mother doesn’t look like she’s going to make it. Not with the amount of blood she has lost. But still.. no help arrived and you wonder why.

Then by the 5th day, the military has come and your people cheer their arrival… thinking that help has finally arrived but to your disbelief they come to tell you that you need to go vote in an upcoming polls that would approve a new constitution that guarantees 25% of the seats to go to the military that currently runs the government.

What would you do in that circumstance?

Chances are.. YOU WOULDN’T GIVE A FLYING FUK ABOUT THE DAMN POLLS… you just lost your home, your family, your friends and you haven’t eaten for days and YET instead of bringing food, medicine and other supplies, your government asks you to go to the ballot box to approve a constitution that would ensure they forever have some control of the government?Although maybe not with pin-point accuracy since I’ve never been to Burma after cyclone hit, this is what I would imagine what’s happening to people in Burma right now and it disgusts me very very much.

When I first heard of Cyclone Nargis hitting the country, I thought it was sad and tragic but hey history showed that in light of natural disasters hitting even the poorest countries in the world, almost every other country world-wide and the UN will be rounding up planes to fly in aid and aid workers.
That’s true.. it did happen but here’s what I didn’t see coming.

The military-run government of Burma complicated and delayed all the aid and foreign workers from going in and at one point even CONFISCATED the food and medicine brought in by the UN.

Today, more than a week after the disaster and after a lot of pleas and pressure from other governments, what does the Burmese regime do?

They finally let in the aid but they block ALL foreign workers from entering. All aid is to be distributed only by their own military.

And here’s the best part of it all.
Before all the UN aid is sent in, each box had the names of their generals’ scribbled on it so that when the people finally get the food and medicine that arrived too late to save many lives, they will think that they are all gifts from their dear generals, the very same generals that blocked the aid from coming in earlier.

What the hell is all that propaganda for?

The Burmese regime takes the cake when it comes proven to be one of the worst governments in the world. Not only do they rob the country and its people of its riches but when the people are in need, they do little to help and when other countries want to help, they impede them from doing so.Bloody hell.. it’s not like any of them are asked to take out any money from their own pockets to help their people… besides they have much much of those.

I’ve heard of a Burmese general who has a family in Singapore that buys S$100,000 Cartier watches for himself and his kids almost on a weekly basis.

One of those watches alone can buy A HELL LOT of food and medicine for his people.

On the way to the airport in Bangkok earlier, the Thai taxi driver talked to me briefly about the crisis in Burma. He said
“Poor people.. bad government”

I feel so sad for the people who have an incompetent and selfish government to decide their fates. The clock is ticking… and there isn’t much time left.

If not much more is done by the Burmese military regime, the aftermath of Cyclone Nargis in Burma could lead to wide-spread disease to take the lives of many more.

Many charity organizations estimate that up to 2 million people could die from this natural disaster.

Read more about the disaster here, here and here.

PS: I know it’s not my style to write these kind of things but I just needed an outlet for all my anger… ahhh.. blogs are the best.

Okay so I’m in Bangkok with a few friends.

I spent the past few days here following the girls shopping at Paragon or at flea markets like Chatukchak and yet after all this following around I didn’t buy ONE thing.

I nearly bought myself a Guess watch at Paragon. It was on a good discount and I was getting it only at RM600 but I decided that it still took a big chunk out of my already small pay cheque so I decided to do without it.
To add more flavour to my Bangkok trip, I fell sick.

Yes I fell sick.

I brought 10,000 Thai Baht when I came and I spent almost 15% on that on medication, ie antibiotics etc etc.

How sad is that?

So… yesterday I decided that I was going to do something worthwhile in my trip. I’ve heard plenty about Thai massages and Thai Spas. Apparently the spas in Thailand are a lot cheaper than the ones in Malaysia and since I’ve never really had spa treatment before, I thought this would be a good chance.

Only problem though was picking the right spa. Heck some of the spas that I see on the streets are well… well you just can’t help but wonder whether they’re the ‘good’ kind of spas or the ‘sexy-time kotek-massage’ kind of spa.

So one of my friends found a pretty good spa near the hotel and I made a booking for yesterday afternoon.It’s called Hapa.

This place has the most interesting door ever.

Check out the door.

It opens sideways for you to walk inside but when it’s closed it basically just looks like a glass window.

Inside we were all welcomed to a nice sitting area and given menus on the kind of services they had.

Everything from thai massages, to saunas, jacuzzis, facials etc etc.
I narrowed down 3 things on the menu that I was going to go for.

1) An organic scrub that will apparently remove all my dead skin cells.

2) A milk bath that will apparently really smoothen my skin.

3) A nice aroma therapeutic body massage.

I booked the Couple Suite at the Spa (not necessarily because I was with anyone.. maybe I just wanted more room for myself EH??)and I was very quickly shown into the nice room.

As I walked in, two Thai ladies came into the room and told me to take off everything and wear this disposal underwear they supplied us.

I stood still for a little bit… wondering if they were going to say something like
“HAHAHAH.. Just joking larr… you don’t have to wear the granny underwear”.

But that didn’t happen.

So I eventually took off all my clothes and wore the underwear they gave me.
After that I lay down flat on the bed and they started scrubbing this grainy organic thing on to my back. It was ticklish but kinda nice.

Okay after like 30 minutes they were done scrubbing me. I was asked to wash off the organic scrub in the shower so I did.

While I was in the shower they prepared my milk bath for me and when I got out of the shower one of them said
“Okay… take off underwear now”.

(which would leave me butt-naked in front of two Thai women).

Again I waited for one of them to say
“HAHAHA JUST JOKING!!! Just wanted to see whether you would really do it”.

But it didn’t happen.

So I asked her
“Underwear? Take off? Really?”

Fortunately she backed off and said
“You don’t have to. Just go into the bath.”

I went in and lay there for 30 minutes as the massage jets in the jacuzzi tickled my butt and I closed my eyes to listen to the tranquil music. My gosh you guys should listen to the music they played at the spa. Sooooo relaxing and soothing that it makes you feel the music itself was enough to calm you down.

I am yet to see a spa that plays RnB music.

Can you imagine getting massaged and listening to
“APPLE BOTTOM JEANS AND BOOTS WITH THE FUR… (WITH THE FURRR)… THE WHOLE CLUB LOOKING AT HER!!!”.

After my milk bath, I showered again and went for my massage.

The first thing the Thai masseuse asked me was
“How hard you want? Very hard? or Medium?”

I replied sheepishly
“First timer… please go easy on me.”
And I must say it was pretty nice.

The whole spa treatment at the end of the afternoon only cost me about RM160.

Which I think is really cheap right?

I enjoyed it and probably would go for another spa treatment again when I get back to KL.

One thing though… a lot of people tell me they go to spa treatments and after that feel rejuvenated and energized and etc etc.

When I left the Spa, I felt exactly the same as when I walked in… so is that a myth or is it just me?

Everyone… this… is BANGKOK.and this is….

STEWIE IN BANGKOK!!!

Some time ago I made a decision to take a quick break from my usual working life and run away to Bangkok with some friends.

I have never been to Bangkok before this. That’s right… I’ve been so many places but I haven’t even been to Bangkok which is so damn near Penang!

So this morning before the sun rose, I found myself in a cab on the way to the airport and by 9AM, I was looking out an airplane window to see Bangkok!I arrived with *ahem* and went straight from the airport to lunch with my friends who just flew in from Singapore. Meet James and Sheena.Okay here’s the funny thing.

Call it a curse or a blessing but I can’t ever take a proper PROPER holiday for some reason.

I just arrived at Bangkok today and I spent half my time following the ladies shopping in malls like this or eating great meals like this steamboat lunch.

And the rest of my time is spent in the hotel room on my laptop getting some work done. I guess I must really love my job though its nice to get a change of environment every now and then.

Speaking of hotel room, we’re all staying in this really dodgy place in Bangkok called “Bangla House”.No I’m kidding about the Bangla House part but not about the dodgy area.

I’m staying in a fairly dodgy looking area in a boutique hotel but the hotel turned out to be pretty nice and not too expensive.

We were expecting the worst though… I mean heck we weren’t exactly going to stay in the Grand Hyatt or something so we didn’t know what to expect but half our worries were lifted when we walked into the lobby of the hotel.

Not too shabby at all…The room is pretty nice too.

It’s a little bit like a service apartment and it comes fully equipped with a small kitchen and microwave.Okay here’s the thing.

Like in every other hotel room I walk into, the first thing I check out is the mini-bar to see all the goodies we have there.This mini-bar had a little surprise for me though.

Two packs of condoms.

Not just ANY CONDOM…. STRAWBERRY-FLAVOURED CONDOMS.

What a pleasant surprise. I was a little disappointed about one thing though. I mean heck.. we’re in Thailand… not Cameron Highlands.. if you’re gonna have flavoured condoms, you gotta give us some tomyam flavoured ones.

Ish.. anyway… I’m going to bed now everyone. Nanai!!!

Short announcement: Some friends of mine are holding a charity event for a shelter home this coming Friday at The Curve. If you have the time go check it out okay? Click here for details.

Once of my friends, who was and still is a shopaholic once came up to me to ask
“Tim… if you can find ONE logical reason for the government to get men to subsidize our shopping, I will give you a big kiss”.

I was APPALLED !!!

I replied with a disgusted face!
“BETRAY MY BROTHERHOOD JUST FOR A BIG KISS? YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME!!! NEVAAHHH!!!”

Then she said
“Okay how about a blowjob?”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!”

Yes… unfortunately she was… 🙁

Anyway while sitting on my throne one day, I thought of an economically logical reason why the government should have men subsidize women’s shopping. Mind you this was when I was still studying economics in the UK and did lousy shit like this for my coursework.So naturally I thought of an economic reason for this.

I am however going to try very very hard to keep this as simple in layman terms as possible.

Now in economics, we have what they call an external cost and external benefit. An external cost is basically if someone else but you does something that eventually costs you something whether in monetary terms or in health.

For example say you and a friend go clubbing at Velvet one night. Your friend next to you starts smoking and you breath in his smoke.
That is an external cost to you because it’s not something that you’re doing, but you are paying the price for it because it might eventually add up to give you lung cancer and you have to pay for it in future whether with your life or with all the medical bills you have to pay for lung cancer treatment.

Now an external benefit is the opposite of that.

Lets say by some miracle, cigarette smoke is actually GOOD for health, boosts your immune system and cures cancer. Then him smoking it gives you a benefit that you didn’t actually pay for.

Now if the government wants to achieve an ‘efficient economy’, it will have to tax cigarettes so that your friend smokes less, and use that taxed money to help pay for your medical bills.

Or if cigarettes are good for health then the government should take your taxes and subsidize cigarettes so that your friend will smoke more and you will live a longer life.

Okay so everyone has got me so far right?

Now how does this help us answer why men should subsidize womens’ shopping?

Easy.

Ask your girlfriend why she shops so much and spends so much on clothes, make-up, shoes, etc etc and chances are she’ll tell you
“I want to look good for you”.So technically that’s an external benefit because looking good for you is a benefit but you are NOT paying for any of it.

In an efficient economy, you should technically be subsidizing your girlfriend’s shopping so that she will shop more and look better for you so that your eyes will have a nicer girlfriend to look at and you’ll be more proud of her when you bring her out with your friends.
There you have it!

So my fellow brothers… for the sake of a more efficient economy, go to your girlfriends today and say
“Darling… lets go shopping. For every RM1 you spend shopping today, I will put in an extra RM1 for your continued shopping”.

Yeah… for the sake of the efficient economy everyone.

Okay everyone.

Here’s the truth.

I have been in love for the longest time ever.

But as much as my love was there, I never could get myself to admit it or tell the world. Heck I couldn’t even tell my closest friends.

Whenever they were around, I acted as if nothing happened between the both of us and I did that shamefully without thinking how it might make her feel.

Some of my friends like Pinkpau here had suspected that something was going on.

And some… like Suanie here probably knew but didn’t give a fuk.
Thinking back, I have always been so unfair to her, refusing to acknowledging her for who she really was whether it was to herself or to the world. And this was someone who lay beside me every night when I sleep. Yes we have been sleeping together for a long long time.

Yet, she has always continued to love me and persistently stayed true and loyal to me.

Dear, I am so sorry for the way I have treated you.

Please know that I never refused to acknowledge you as mine because I felt you weren’t good enough for me, but simply because I wasn’t sure what people would think if they knew about us.

Will they continue to welcome us with open arms? Or will they laugh and ridicule us.

I know I pushed the limit during the Nuffnang Pajama Party when I decided to bring someone else instead of you to show to the world. Yes the world saw us and there are pictures all around the internet now with just me and her but please understand that she means nothing to me. I picked her up only to bring her for the Pajama Party and nothing else.

I also know that I have been traveling a lot lately and I haven’t been able to take you along with me. I am sorry to neglect you in such a way but please understand, I do so because my work demands that of me.

I fear your patience may be growing thinner and your love fading away so please help me save the relationship I took for granted for so long.

I know dear.

We have been together for years and you deserve so much better. Hence I am writing this entry on my blog to confess not only to my friends but to the thousands of readers out there of your existence and how important you have been to me in my life.

Dear Readers, please let me introduce to all of you… my one and only…

Buh Buh is my bolster that I first had as a little baby boy and have since kept. It used to be so much bigger than me in size but now it’s tiny compared to me. My mother has tried (but failed terribly) countless times to throw Buh Buh away but I have always managed to keep it.

She shouldn’t even bother trying! One of my other friends had his mum ‘give away’ his bolster while he was away studying in the UK and when he came back to find out about it, he didn’t talk to his mum for a whole month!

So there you go everyone, meet Buh Buh.

I know some people who sleep with the oddest things ever from their old teddy bears, to security blankets, to bananas.. heck I even had an ex once that still slept with a cute little nappy she had when she was young. As for me… I stick to the simple tried and true bolster named… Buh Buh. I am proud to still have Buh Buh.

PS: Don’t ask me why it’s called Buh Buh. I guess I didn’t know how to pronounce bolster well enough back then.

My dear sister is overseas now living the life of a student.

When I say student, I mean cleaning your own room, washing your own clothes etc etc.

I was talking to her just tonight on MSN when she said this.

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:06 PM)
ahh..well i just sticked my hand into my own piss cuz our toilet bowl cleaner thing fell inside

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:19 PM)
guess good thing it was not poo

Fayth Tiah says: (11:21:25 PM)
that wud b SICK

My sister says the DARNEST THINGS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA

Let me tell you what would be more sick.

It would be more sick if it’s poo but the wet wet kind of poo so the water is all brown in colour and not see-through. So in order to fetch that thing in the water, you would have to stick your whole hand in to feel around for it then lift it up as it drips in shit water.

HAHAHAHAHA EWWW!!!

I feel like throwing up now…

BUCKET!!!!

For some reason, my apartment has been a little infested with cockroaches lately and that is really very surprising to me seeing how damn bloody sparkling clean my apartment is.

That being said, I can live with a few cockroaches around I mean heck, they’re only part of our ecosystem. If your home doesn’t have cockroaches it has lizards or mosquitoes or whatever so I guess we all have to settle for some pest sooner or later.

Lately however, the cockroaches have been getting on my nerves.

One time, Samantha was over at my place and using the toilet when she suddenly screamed from inside
“AIEEEEEEEEEeeeeee!!!!! COCKROACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Immediately running out to me and saying
“KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!”

My favourite tool for killing cockroaches is the way they used to do it centuries ago… using a cannon from Fort Cornwallis.OR using a newspaper, whichever nearer and within reach.

I mean nothing beats a newspaper, just two hard whacks and any cockroach dies instantly… meaning its feelers don’t even move!

Another time Sam screamed for help, I got a piece of tissue paper, caught the cockroach with it in my hand and squished it then flushed it down the toilet.

Sam said it was a disgusting way to kill a cockroach.

I mean.. what the hell is a CIVILIZED way of killing a cockroach? Catch it, put it in an aquarium with food and a TV in it and wait for it to die of old age?!?
Anyway I never let the cockroaches bother me much until…. yesterday.

I was taking a shower and I suddenly felt something crawling around my foot. I looked down only to see a damn cockroach there.

My first impulse (and I would imagine anyone else’s would be) was to drown it with my shower water.

Once I wet it enough, I stepped out of the shower to grab another piece of tissue paper and squished it only to later flush it down the toilet.

I was pissed off.

I can live with seeing a few of them every once in a while BUT YOU DO NOT DISTURB A MAN’S PRIVATE TIME IN THE SHOWER!!!

THIS IS WAR!!!!!!!

So just today I went to the supermarket and found myself in this aisle.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH all the deadly weapons I would need for my war against the cockroaches.

There were a few kinds.

The typical spray and even all sorts of cockroach traps.
I stocked up my grocery basket with some sprays and what I like to call “land mines”.

These are cockroach traps with ‘food’ for the cockroach to go inside and take. Then the cockroach brings the food back to its home and its family only to find out later that IT IS POISONOUS AND THEY ALL DIE!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhhahaahahahThe minute I got home I started laying my land mines around my house.
They come packed together like that.

Only for you to separate them and lay them around corners of your kitchen and/or toilet.

Then I got my firearm (spray) with me and started walking around my apartment looking for some cockroaches to kill.

Cockroaches love to hide in dark and even more so in damp areas so I opened some of my kitchen cabinets and sprayed inside.
Instantly a few cockroaches came out and I was just about to pick them up and squish them when I noticed Sam next to me watching what I would do.

So I killed them in a less violent way, just spray them to death.

Heck, Ming once told me he saw a big cockroach that he had to empty 1/5 of one of these spray cans on.
The result was satisfying.

I killed so many cockroaches just like that.

Sam was too disgusted to look so eventually I had to ask Ming to help me take pictures of me fighting my little battle.

Of course it wasn’t quite an even match.There I was with every weapon available to eliminate the cockroaches and there wasn’t too much that they could do about it but run.

Ah.. only thing is.. I’ve killed so many cockroaches in the past 30 minutes that I sometimes wonder if there will be some gigantic sized mother cockroach out there coming to look for me at work one day.

Don’t think my ’tissue squishing’ trick will work on that one. I’d better bring along one of these sprays wherever I go.

I just got back from 1-Utama for the Malaysian Dreamgirl Finale and I’m so tired after a long day of work but I’m going to quickly write something about the finale.

Just about almost everyone who’s anyone was there… well okay maybe I’m exaggerating a little but a lot of great people were there.

Pinkpau for example.
some of my buddies from Mindshareand I even met a few people whom I think read my blog including this girl.
Heck even Ming was down from Singapore and went for it.

The Finale started with a really good opening with all 11 of the 12 finalists walking out on to the stage. Their presence was met with a loud cheer from the audience that ranged all around the stage and all the way up to the 3rd and 4th floor of 1-Utama.

I loved the way it started.. the music, the contestants gave the stage so much energy and life.

Not to mention the many many photographers there. Heck I felt so small with my compact digicam.

I mean check out this dude’s camera.
It’s almost as long as my…

Anyway, the event program included some fashion shows with one by one of the girls coming out to showcase the many designer outfits.

I thought Nadia looked great
and Ringo here… damn she was so hot that night if you guys could only have seen it in person.

Fast forward to the elimination which was what everyone that night was waiting for.

Here’s how it went… everyone basically thought that Hanis was going to win the event because heck… she had an entire group of supporters all screaming for her every time she appeared. I’m sure both Adeline and Cindy had their fair share of supporters but perhaps they weren’t as vocal as Hanis’s .

Elaine Daly first decided to announce the 2nd runner up of Malaysian Dreamgirl and it turned out to be… HANIS.

I could see the number of shocked faces in the crowd and people like Mehlin over here didn’t exactly have the biggest smile on her face 😛
Hanis herself was shocked to bits.

She tried her very best to hide her disappointment but as she was walking back to Cindy and Adeline, her face showed.. she was disappointed and upset that she didn’t win.

I took a look around and even at the group of Hanis supporters standing right beside me. They were all suddenly silent with a disappointed look on their face.
Then it came the time to decide the winner of Malaysian Dreamgirl, either Adeline or Cindy. Elaine then called out Adeline as the 1st runner up and Cindy as the winner of Malaysian Dreamgirl.

I didn’t see any immediate burst of joy from Cindy, though it did come in a few minutes later. My guess was that she was if anything, surprised and as shocked as anyone could ever get.Even up to the point they gave her the big key to the Nissan Latio she had won, I didn’t think the whole truth of the matter had sunk in properly to her yet.But eventually she opened up and she was filled with joy and with good reason. She was going to walk home with RM20,000, a Nissan Latio worth RM100,000, some other gifts here and there and be on the cover of Newman magazine.

Congratulations to Cindy for being the first Malaysian Dreamgirl.
Some people say that Cindy’s famous father had a lot to do with her success. Well in my opinion, whether or not he helped in voting or even with all those phone conversations he had with her… that is one helluva Dad!

To the other girls, especially to my buddy Ringo… don’t be disheartened, that’s 12 of you who made it.. out of the 500 people who auditioned. You were all winners since the first episode.

And to the people at Capxion Media, congratulations on making such a successful online reality TV series. I’m gonna miss watching MDG every Thursday and Saturday.