My dirty rut

Quick update

2007-02-28T20:45:00.000+08:00

I know I know....

Where have this stupid girl been?

Why is this blog so dead?

I think I've lost the passion to blog.

So once in awhile I'll just post some pictures as updates.

And I know some people don't read all my grandmother stories, so I'm doing you good right?

hahahaha......

Neil's Christmas party;

Like Father like Son;

Jason's farewell;

Darren's birthday at Rain Hartamas (and none of his pictures are here. swt) ;

Jason's gone......

Penang sempena Chinese New Year;

Queenie's house for CNY ( again, no picture of her. Man I damn too much )

Visit back to Seafield (pun nak camwhore. swt. but i miss seafield so much!) ;

That's all for now.

We'll see how long it takes for me to come back.

Bye!

Quote of the day

2006-12-09T22:39:00.000+08:00

LOVE, LIKE RAIN, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

The Five People You Meet In Heaven ~ Mitch Albom

picture time

2006-12-02T18:28:00.000+08:00

My class was cancelled without me being informed.

Got up at fuckin 7am and paid 4 bucks of parking ticket, you tell me to go home?

@#%!#$&#$#~!@#^$@#^$

So, I didn't want to go home empmty handed (fulfilled), woke the neighbourhood up to have breakfast. Then, headed to female paradise.

One Utama!

I love Sue Ann's Sony Cybershot! It takes crystal clear pictures yet not revealing every single pore on your face.

If you can't take the heat, I suggest you close this window now.

First stop, Forever 21!

The clothes there are all so big! I needed coverage on the bosom *too much empty space I know* Drene need more on the armpit.

Guess what? We got tegured by for camwhoring. So we decided to take a leap.

Topshop!!!!

I'm turning into a camwhore I know, don't need anymore reminders.

What I love wasn't the frills, but the thrills I get from watching from behind!

Drene won't allow me to do this alone. *miss, one pina colada pls*

First come one then come all! *weee*

Sue got really ecstatic she started dancing side to side; Drene started exhaling her button snapped. Haha joking..

Whoa, see the hiao face.. still pretty la muaks

Leon and Philip who supposed to be studying decided to join us instead. They sure take a hell of a long time to drive to One U and I thought I drive slow.

So, what to do, continue lor..

Holy, what the hell is behing me?

A total irrelevant picture to the top. Leon's big 18! That darling is so generous to buy us all dinner at Jogoya Starhill. Above it all, I think we ate less than we paid. Felt so bad.

This is the most messy entry I have ever blogged about. My head is pretty messed up anyway. So you try figure it out.

Reminiscence

2006-12-02T17:55:00.000+08:00

I miss cutie.

I miss his funny attempt to joke, never fail to make me laugh.

I miss his dry, leathery yet warm and firm grip of his hands on mine.

I miss his smile and pout and silly faces when he could not speak.

I miss him asking me for kisses on the cheek.

I miss listening to his sarcasm and merajuk tantrums when his wife scolds him.

I miss him so much right now tears are flowing I cannot control.

I love you, cutie.

See, he tengah merajuk;

Evolution

2006-12-01T00:40:00.000+08:00

Referring to my previous entry, Wei Ling and I planned on shaving our dogs.

Well, hers didn't make it because she was afraid to expose Moe Moe's balls after shaving all the hair camouflaging it.

However, our house, my mom and I cannot take it anymore! There are fur balls everywhere! Being the eldest with a busy occupied mother all the time, the job of cleaning them falls onto me. You can find cotton-like bundles everywhere! Sometimes you feel it on your face into your nostrils down your throat. Bleh! *furball*

My sis/bro only cares about her basketball or hogs the computer 24/7.

Shouldn't have fckn taught her to use Msn.

Spend RM 60 to shave my dog.

My hair cut costs less than that and looks nicer.

Who said so? Me la! As long as I still can look into the mirror in the morning without throwing up, you got yourself a happy Ju.

Okay, so this picture doesn't really show my haircut, but I like the top.. huhu

So now she is naked, and looks like a kangaroo.

WARNING: the images below may be visually provoking, will not get you horny or high, but children viewing without parental guidance are strictly prohibited, to avoid unwanted consequences like being terrified by their pet dogs. Or wanting to shave their poor dogs to look like mine just for kicks.

Before;

After;

It's pretty damn convenient you know? After bathing, she gets dry within minutes.

When she had that thick coat of fur, she had to sun-bathe for hours.

Probably got a heat stroke from it.

The bad side of this new look, she thinks she's God because she gets cold at night. So, she sleeps on the couch.

Oh wait, she chooses the most expensive couch she once peed on! Wtfknnccb.

Those of you who sat on that red comfy couch of mine, starting to change your mind about what's hiding within it eh?

My Dogaroo in her comfy expensive bed;

Fluey: Omg! not nice! take again! I'm still undressed!

Random lines that outlines my existence

2006-11-28T21:22:00.000+08:00

Blogging is about expressing own thoughts and feelings right?

So normally, it’ll begin with an I.

I have not been updating my blog frequent enough due to laziness and most of the time now, I prefer to sleep.

I hate other people’s problems to become my worries. Solve your own shit.

I have been visiting Old Town Kopitiam too often with my friends I think they should grant us a V.I.P excess. Maybe name a chair after our names. Or a bread on their menu.

I am so sick of my college for them being unorganized. The only reason I went there is for their average reputation, close to home, can check out guys from Taylors, and affordable price.

I love my crazy mom day after day. I hated her yesterday or perhaps last week, but I will love her forever.

I do not hold marriage as a sacred and deep bond as an inspiration now. Somebody will have to convince me that I’ll be 100 percent safe and sound in their care before I marry them. Maybe request for a pre-nuptial. Sad but true.

I might be losing something beginning of next year, yet gaining something else I’ve lost a few years ago that I envied from others. However, my conscience telling me whatever that is on the contrary side.

I am grateful I bumped into such a wonderful guy who puts me on top all the time that I sometimes wonder have I done enough.

I am pretty disappointed with the fact that I might not enter a university with a good rep and status, but I should be grateful enough to have books to study and learn about, with a secured future at least.

I read half of Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom at Borders, but too thrifty to purchase it because it costs 30 bucks for a small amount of pages. So anybody with the book, I will love to borrow it from you thank you love you muaks you.

I love Happy Feet it’s so cute, simple and funny I’m going to drag mister to watch with me tomorrow again. If you expect dry, sarcastic and mature jokes with a twist, I suggest you leave to another theater to watch Eva Green or Daniel Craigs well-endowed physique that makes you go gaga instead. Don’t call Happy Feet lame or I’ll stick my feet into places you can’t imagine.

I realize that I’m pretty good at stalking. Beware.

I need to read the newspaper more often, I am so ignorant of what is going on with the world and I’m now 8 anymore where the biggest issue in life is to predict what Smartshop is going to promote today at 12p.m. Don’t laugh at me because I found a lot of people have this weird leisure pursuit.

I once questioned my sexuality. Surprised?

I really need to figure out my interest and my future prefer career soon or I’m going to have to stick with the idea of marrying an old dying rich man. I realize a lot of girls have this dream eh? Damn it means even this field I have to face competition. What the lame. What do I look like more? A lawyer/ biotechnologist/ mass-com person/ a housewife? Please help me through the dilemma and I’ll buy you dinner at Tony Roma’s once I earned my first 10 k pay cheque.

Until then, good night and good luck.

My beautiful mommy;

Sometimes, I dont understand myself too. Swt. Why do my fringe look so weird? or because we were sweating like mad waiting for sue.

Moms and Nudity

2006-11-22T20:37:00.000+08:00

Yesterday evening me and my itchy mouth complained about my right ass-cheek.

It hurts la.. Not exactly excruciating, but more to irritating. Like a bad tooth in your gums pinching you lightly that you can’t sleep at night. Or after waking up from sleeping in an awkward position that your bones got sesat in between.

Yeap. That was how I felt about my right ass-cheek.

Wtf.

I thought I was just going to make my mom and my sister to laugh that joke off since we say random lines to see who can make each other laugh at home, the ones that got cengkerik loses. Imagine crickets cricketing at night. When nobody laughs.

Swt-ness.

After they laugh at that weird/disgusting/toomuchinformation/imaginative (well not for my sister and my mom since they’re all females) remark, my mom brought some Salonpas-like plasters and ask me to take off my pants.

Me : NOWAY!

Mom : Come here! Dont play play its not good to have unknown pains everywhere.

Me : Nevermind. I play only, my mouth itchy.

Mom : No need to shy shy.

Me : I do myself la!

Mom : You cannot see! *looking frus* Come here!

Me : *speechless*

Do you know how embarrassing it is to let your mom see half of your ass at this age?

Although she made me bathed me fed me played with me dressed me once upon a time, at this point of life, more accurately when I started primary school, letting people see your pee-pee or your nen-nen or your buttock is considered as, shy-shy.

Wtf.

Au revoir

Blog Makeover

2006-11-20T21:18:00.000+08:00

Are you tired of seeing the same ole green blog i had?

I used to say, it is not the design of the layout that matters, but the wonderful content, the ability of the blogger to express his/her life with interesting details.

EHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I'm bored of it so i decided to change its image, a clean fresh background for more enjoyable reads.

Raighttt....

Thanks to miss Andrene Kang,

TA DA!!!!!!!

It's simple, 'concentrated' and not blinding.

So come and visit my blog more often k?

Au revoir, huney buns

Some wtf moments

2006-11-19T12:30:00.000+08:00

It's noon, i just got up.

Cranky and not enough sleep.

Wait, or i slept too much?

Eh, weiling online wor!

me say:
man my dogs hair too long d

me say:
trap moisture

me say:
damn smellly!!!!

me say:
ewwww

ling says:
ahahha

ling says:
cut it la

me say:
shave it!!!

ling says:
i want to shave my dog la

me say:
ngek ngek ngek

me say:
come come!

me say:
we sama sama

me say:
den can take picture

me say:
twins!

me say:
boy n girl

me say:
lol

ling says:
cannot la...my dog got dat part..cannot shave

ling says:
if not it'll look dam obvious

me say:
WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH

ling says:
heheheheh

me say:
wtf...

me say:
nvm la sexier... attracts the female doggies in the hood

ling says:
wtf..

the boy;

the girl;

Do you feel like the boy is more feminine than the girl?

The bitter feeling of regret

2006-11-11T21:38:00.000+08:00

If you people do keep up, I finally bought a new phone at the beginning of this year, to substitute the old and hopeless Motorola I had. This new Samsung I got cost me RM 1100, and initially my plan was to keep it for another few years to come before I will buy another one because, maybe some of you think 1k is an easy peasy amount of cash, to me it means a heck lot just for a cell phone.

The joy of being the master of this stylish cell didn’t last long. It has been 8 months since I bought it, and now, all I see on the LCD screen is plain cotton white, sometimes accompanied with rainbows, like when your cable is displaced and you can’t receive the frequency on your television. Well, I know you punks all have astros. I meant during the black and white days.

While enduring the pain of loss, mostly to the loss of money instead of pride in style, the clueless me found out that my phone is not original. Hell yeah, I’m that easily conned. The butt-crack who sold it to me told me it was well, original, thus I paid 1k for it. WARNING : DO NOT PURCHASE CELL PHONES FROM SUMMIT USJ, UNLESS IT’S FROM THE OFFICIAL DISTRIBUTOR. You know what all these hassle I’m nagging to you is all about? IT’S NOT UNDER FUCKIN WARRANTY!

It’s ok. I can survive this. Service will probably cost only 100 bucks or so.

Wrong. You’re dead wrong! Its minimum of 200. trading in the young, fresh and innocent 8 months old child is only 400 bucks. That means I loss a total of 700 bucks! Wtf! Oh wait, it gets better, since your LCD is busted, means it is only worth 200 bucks or less.

Knn.

What am I to do? I’m pretty much frustrated and disappointed with the fact that the cell I spent so much on ( ok ok my mom paid, still! ) to reward myself that I had so much hopes on it to accompany me through the lonely nights and emergency times for another 2 years or so is crushed. Should I trade it in for 200 bucks to get another new phone? I feel horrible for doing so, even though mommy is willing to pay. Her money is hard-earned, coated with blood and sweat ( in modern days, migrains ). Or should I bear the risk of busting the LCD again due to my clumsiness of having my cell with a lot of contact with the ground, with massive impact though, after I fix the screen. The thing is, I won’t love things that are tainted or being wrecked before. It’s not pure anymore. Like some guys who prefer their wives to be virgins.

No more buying myself expensive gifts. Unless I strike a lottery or something.

Women

2006-10-16T18:24:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, when her first daughter starts to bloom to become a young woman, she worries that she’ll get herself into sticky situations with a dick………..

Things do change in this day and age.

I was strolling at Parkson last Saturday when I saw a pair of 20 something, presumed lesbians holding hands.

Me and my itchy mouth went to my mom and said, ‘Mom! I saw a lesbian couples holding hands. Nowadays damn a lot ar? Especially amongst secondary school girls.’

Mom said, ‘yea la, but as long as your sister won’t become like that enough d.’

The well-known big mouth replied, ‘She won’t la, but her friends will…. Hahahahahahahha (laughing spastically).’

The day after that conversation we had, she confronted my sister whether she has friends that are lesbians or not, my sister denied. Later that evening my mom blew at her for nothing, if I wasn’t mistaken; my sister was yelled at just because she was replying A sms. She was so clueless of why she was being reprimanded for the pettiest reason.

Later that night mom was awake most of the time, worrying something will fall from the ceiling. Before bedtime, I asked her why was she so pissed off. She said she was worried about my sister’s condition. I told her it is just one or two of her friends being ‘crooked’. My stubborn mother said it only takes one for her to ‘convert’.

…………….SWTness

Mothers = paranoids

I will watch what I say to her now and then.

Sorry bi, I didn’t mean to.

Once upon a time, when her first daughter starts to bloom to become a young woman, she worries that she’ll get herself into sticky situations with a dick……….. Now, she encourages her second daughter to get involve in what she feared for her first, minus the dick, because she’s more anxious about her getting a girlfriend.

I had the weirdest dream. My guy’s mom walked into the room while we were making out. Instead of getting berserk, she gave me a duplicate of their house keys.

Raightt……………………

Au Revoir, to the guilty ones out there.

Puddle of mud, Swallowing Me Down

2006-10-11T22:34:00.000+08:00

As I age, I thought my freedom will increase with the faith my mother has in me. It certainly has, not to say in an ample quantity, just right for an average 18 year old I presume.

As I retrieve these freedoms I have craved, shed tears and blood for, the overwhelming feeling is steering me off path.

Should I enjoy young age, live my life base on spontaneity, make mistakes and always assume that my parents will forgive me and laugh about it in the future?

Or should I begin to pick up habits of responsibility and obey to every value and boundaries my mother had embedded in my head since I was a child?

Won’t I lose my chance of messing around with my impulsive friends? Make juvenile errors for the sake of that adrenaline rush? To boost that I’ve done that and it gave me the highest kick into my guts.

I’m 18. Soon I will reach the age of 21, where I suppose to be able to take care of myself and spread my wings to the ruthless world outside. Will I survive? I don’t know. However, should I begin to train myself, gain some discipline right now so that I’ll be able to live in serenity that I’ve always dreamt of?

I still miss being a juvenile. I’ve not done enough things to say, ‘hey, don’t bullshit, teenage is the most vivid phase in life!’

Attended my MUET exam this morning. Today was the speaking test. We were expected to sit in 4 and have an oral discussion, invigilated by two intimidating examiners.

We were given the topic : What is the best quality possessed by a good life partner?

RELIGIOUS / JOVIAL / GOOD-LOOKING / WEALTH

Religious;

I do not exactly belief in God. Just when I couldn’t sleep and imagining there’s a hideous bloody face looking at me when I open my eyes, I pray to God.
Phony? More like self assuring.

Jovial;

Sure being with a person that is fun to be with, you will definitely enjoy most of the time spent together, but that cannot be the only aspect to look for. What if we can’t afford to pay our bills? Come on lets go out and turn the town around and the bills will disappear?

Good-looking;

Beauty is just a shell. Indeed. But presentable is still important.

Wealthy;

Call me materialistic but I will vote for this the strongest. If a problem occurs in my marriage, I would prefer if I didn’t have financial issues to worry me off further. I’d rather be rich, while in distress.
And wala! I was given this point to debate about. Talking about being jinxed.

And after so long not saying this,

Au revoir love

Hey Ho Long Ago

2006-10-06T17:48:00.000+08:00

It's been awhile.

Loads of things happened, both good and bad.

I don't know where to begin with, if i were to tell you those beautiful and heart-wrecking tales.

I begin to reconsider, whether i still have the passion to blog, and feel overjoyed feeding on occasional compliments by my readers. ( I think they giving me face only la )

Above it all,

Am I worth while?

Temporary Unavailable

2006-07-06T09:09:00.000+08:00

I am blogging from the college's library. Can you believe it?

Hey i remember Michelle's blog with the same beginning line.

The connection here is shit ass slow, slower than you rubbing between your fingers to produce fire.

My modem is down for God know's why, I'm finally utilizing the facillities provided by Inti Subang Jaya.

Pff!

I miss my Internet, Msn, msn buddies, maybe they have forgotten who jujulienlien is and worse...

Nobody visits my ever-flamboyant blog and give sweet-candylicky comments.

Pff!

Anyway for the past few days nothing much happened besides my aunt's place got robbed, I got my first-hand experience on a policeman asking me for bribery, got my allowance raised because I can't seem to save a penny by the end of 20th day of the month, ruin my modem and extracted one of Ashraf Sinclair's hair while he was in a public men's room, went on a million man naked march and got laid.

Just kidding.

First 3 was true. I'll elaborate once I get my modem kicked and running again.

Au revoir pretty horses

Au Revoir For Real

2006-06-16T22:34:00.000+08:00

1000.

500 + 500.

One K.

That the amount of files I have downloaded in the past year. My collection. My sanctuary(where I don't have to spend money on CDs and support piracy).

Tomorrow, they're going to be perished. To oblivion.

I am going to get my computer reformated for the first damn time because its poor memory cannot sustain all the porn i've been downloading.

Nah just the craps like songs, DECENT non-malicious videos/movie/tv shows, music videos with super hot people...etc. Swear I have every music video of PCD since they're album was released.

No, I'm not obssessed with stripper-like celebrities.

My collection of music is pretty versatile I gotta say. I have almost every genre you people can name (unless you know genre's from Tunisia or Czech Rep or things like turkey pip-pop). Rock, pop, punk, metal, country, A-to-da-beesay, rnb, alternative, jazz, blues and you can finish my list. Some I downloaded it because i find the artist's name appealing, and judging from the name i assume they have good music. Bjork (b-york), NOFX, Artic Monkeys, Sade.... Some was pestered by friends to download musics that i've never listened to upon completion of downloading. It just stay dormant under my playlist. Most of them are introduced by the overrated/commercialised/trend hyped MTV. Well, this I gotta say, despite teen soaps like The OC and One Tree Hill are extremely over-scandalous and being worlds apart from reality, they promote good bands and good music. So yea, i have all the commercialised music from Britney to Bob Marley to Bow Wow.

Bjork;
One fine day when lightning striked my garden and a light bulb was generated on top of my head, i realised why wait for the next episode of One Tree Hill to be aired while i can just download it illegally and watch in within the next 4 hours? I have a complete collection of Season 2 and Season 3. YES SUCKERS! Season 3 is out already in the states and Star World is only done with the first and 8tv with the second and your's sincerely is 22 episodes ahead of you! I also missed the season finale of Friends during January on Star World so i downloaded everything too. My sister with no taste in art and film-making downloaded movies like Chicken Little and Initial D. ZZZzZzzzZZZZzzzZZZZ.

Smartass downloaded online games like GB and O2jam to futher kill my com's neuro-system.

I was so thrifty to buy the book, I downloaded Angels and Demons by Dan Chocolate and strained my cornea in front of the monitor to race against my own anticipation and curiosity of what's next for days to finish the novel.

No wonder my computer crashed. I've been abusing it heavily.

All gone. Down the computer drainage system down to the cyber sewage.

*Flush*

Au Revoir baby =(

Request Upon Satisfication

2006-06-14T15:22:00.000+08:00

Since writer's block is up in my brain of intelligence, I'll just do this overrated survey to keep things slightly heated.

K la, I don't wanna lose my fans. If i have any.

I do kay?

ZZZzzzzZZZZzzZZZzzzzZZZZ

Here goes,

Instructions: Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.

1 Willie
2 Andrene
3 Brandon
4 Shawny
5 Hengli
6 Benedict
7 Cheryl
8 Sue
9 Yeeleng
10 Michelle
11 June
12 Leon
13 Ian
14 Jo
15 Neil
16 Weiseng
17 Eddy-oh-hottie
18 Weiling
19 Darren ( fernandez )
20 Nikki

Questions:

1. How did you meet 14 (Jo) ?
We were in the same class. She look utterly sweet then started to show her dark side along with eddy-oh-hottie, taught me about threesomes and contaminated me sexually.
Kidding, love you sweetie =)

2. What would you do if you had never met no.1 (Willie) ?
I'd be so innocent I'll say a prayer before i kiss my boyfriend, thank God for the the sheets in my room to be clean, and ask another person, ' What is orgasm? is it something like organism?' or, 'oral sex is talking in the phone is it?'. He is the main contaminant in me!

3. What would you do if 20 (Nikki) and 9 (Yeeleng) dated you?
I think all the guys will bash me up for stealing their dream chics. Either that or nose bleed if they love HLAs ( hot lesbians in action). Sue me

4. Would 6 (Benedict) and 17 (Eddy-oh-hottie) make a good couple?
..............................................frankly, i Can't imagine.

5. Describe no3 (Brandon).
So adorably cute (yet undeniably evil) and look like Brother Bear. I swear! But somebody wanna drop the cute chubby boy image and go hot and lost 13 kilograms. Now, college girls want a piece of him!

6. Do you think no 8 (Sue) is attractive?
*whistles* B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L

7. Tell me something about no 7 (Cheryl).
She loves calling people lame, and she is a very nice person to talk to.
Although we just bullshit sometimes.

8. Do you know anything about no 12's (Leon) family?
Nope, i just knew him this year.

9. What is no 8's (Sue) favourite?
Her baby time.

10. What would you do if 11 (June) confess that he/she likes you?
Come babe i'll bring you on a ride you'll never forget *winks*
Sorry willie, wait for your turn, which might not even happen.

11. What language does 15 (Neil) speak?
Bullshit. Like the fact that he ain't a nigga and he is White.

12. Who is 9 (Yeeleng) going out with?
Nobody! So guys, dress to impress your chance don't come often!

13. How old is 16 (Weiseng) now?
Five...

14. When was the last time you talked to 13 (Ian) ?
Shit i can't remember. He's in Nottingham and we seldom meet anymore.

15. Who is no2's (Andrene) favourite singer?
Herself in the shower, the car, her dreams, her room, her imaginary world......... i can go all day...

16. Would you date no 4 (Shawny) ?
Why not! I'll get a great laughing date. Although it will be kinda incest since he's lika brother to me i've known him since i was 5. I'd probably bring a pepperspray along, not to spray him if he attacks, but thats the only thing strong enough to fight his body/feet odour.

17. Would you date 7 (Cheryl)?
Man what a lame survey! They ran outta questions!
And yes, we date all the time

18. Is 15 (Neil) single?
He has an imaginary Hilary Duff in his bedroom.

19. What's 10's (Michelle) last name?
Wong Su-Yin.

ZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZ I'm getting dull, somebody stab me please.

20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11 (June) ?
Didn't i mentioned above already?
Just to piss Wilson again;
I love you, june! Let's get naughty.

21. What school does 3 (Brandon) go to?
School of sodomy 101. 4 times a day.
Inti by the way.

22. Where does 6 (Benedict) live?
usj 2/ fuck you (4Q). Behind jojo's where he can see her from his room. God know's who spies who. It's a mystery.

23. What's your favourite thing about no 5 (Hengli)?
Things, not thing. His similar thoughts with mine. His sexy smile. His silliness for me to laugh at. His sweet and spontaneity. He =)

And behold, these are some victims I want them to torture their souls with this dreadful survey;
- Andrene Kang
- Sue Ann
- Chelle
- Anything anyone anywhatever la.

I'm done. I'm out.

Zidane is old and sexy.

No mer?

There's a myth about me that i like old men.

They're out of their minds.

Or I am?

AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............

Au revoir, skunks

Mom's Vocab Says Nono

2006-06-09T20:45:00.000+08:00

She said I am a crude.

Am I?

I greet lecturers Good morning and says thank you at the end of the class when most of others don’t.

I address every elder I see when they pay me surprise visits and sometimes when I’m in my worst condition. Ugly torn T-shirts and grandma’s trousers. Like a drag.

I do bow slightly whilst walking across people who are indulging in some my-daughter’s-husband-is-a-gynae-while-your’s-is-a-manicurist conversation.

So what makes me an obnoxious person?

By saying this,

DAMN.

‘Why you young people love saying the word damn all the time? So rude lah. Can’t you speak proper English? Lalalalala…. why the sky so blue the longkang so smelly your armpit so hairy,’ she drives me crazy.

It’s like an outbreak since we hit the millennium. More accurately, since black people started filming ghetto Ville with the whites started adapting the technique of speech and Asians started watching their damn blockbusters. Vulgarity perhaps, some call it. But it’s like a hormone in our blood already, like if we don’t say it, we’ll get a stroke for containing our feelings or something.

Not so serious lah, but that is besides the point.

Imagine you had to stop saying the damn word damn.

Forever.

Oh well, until the day you leave your momma’s house of course if you wish to pursue this piece of perfection for daily lines.

Alright, let’s try to substitute damn with very.

This morning, the sun was shining so very vibrantly when I open my very tiny eyes. I got this very headache I wish I could shatter off my very skull. I went down for breakfast and Veryit! Everybody left home without me. Very evil. Oh well, since I have no food might as well I just watch the very television. Saw Wentworth Miller from Prison Break, Whoa, he is so very hensem I wish I could squeeze his tight very butt!

Ignore the shallowness in within, exhibit A, that’s all.

It’s hopeless, I’ve tried, but it felt like I’m speaking with another tongue.

It’s very hard. No. It’s damn eye-ball squishing tough!

Au revoir, Damnit

#$&^$%$@#$^$@$%@#

2006-06-07T19:12:00.000+08:00

OMFGWTHSWTTULLMAO...

We were baskin in the hilarious comedy shown on tv while glancing over to our favourite-only-pet Fluey to catch her cute antiques that comes only once in a purple moon.

Suddenly, she jump up onto my dad's leg with a very very kawaii pose like fckn angelic puppy with her ears semi-stood up.

'Omg! that's so cute!', says boy.

Fluey pause, contracts her back muscle, pulls her tail down, and begin to............ H.U.M.P.

.......................................................................

I'm fckn speechless. Do female dogs even hump? My sister was laughing her ass off while Fluey seemed like she got the signal that she did something so fckn dumb, degrading and mutilating, she went behind the sofa and hid there.

Seriously, is my dog some psychopathatic confused about her sexuality and has a forbidden sinful obsession for male's mating act?

Any psychologist for canines available in the market?

Anyway, was at pyramid today when suddenly, Vince from Akedemi Fantasia walked pass and sat two tables away from me.

I tried taking his pictures ( told you i love stalking ) with the way Drene taught me. Pretend you are on the phone, aim your camera at the right angle and snap*snap* away.

I fckn suck, can't get any good ones. Well, not like i have a fetish for him, just how often you bump into a celebrity. Claimed celebrity.

New found songs;
Prominous girl - Nelly Furtado
Gone going - Jack Johnson ft will.i.am
Say i - Christina Millian
Girl - Paul Wall

Au revoirs sweethearts

Careless

2006-06-05T21:17:00.000+08:00

I am irresponsible.

Please don’t throw me into a rattan basket or bubu-such and cham chu loong (drown) me.

Today was such a pleasant day, until evening falls and my itchy ass wanted to go jogging.

I tried using a shorter way to get to the next street, which means I had to take the little lorong between the row of houses.

It is a road with sufficient space for even a bus to cramp through, but buggers love parking their car at the side of the road and make it narrow like 3cm in length.

I tried squeezing through and normally I surpass the tapered lane, today was just not my day. My car scraped a mini cooper by accident.

I repeat, by accident. Unintentionally.

Being a royalty in the kingdom of cowards , I pushed my gear to 4th and hastened.

I felt awfully guilty, wanting to return to check whether the dumb car was terribly scratched. Or worse, big patch of scraped paint!

I didn’t. Was too afraid that the owner might already witnessed my car molesting his baby. So I brought my dog out for a walk as a big time con-job and passed the street where the owner grieves over his baby’s scar.

Scars.

I caught him weeping traumatically while forcing himself to crawl towards the scene of disaster, started the engine and sat right there, motionless.

Nah lah, no salty tear.

I turned; walk into another direction, with heavy guilt smelling from my ass like a bloody skunk and occasionally I turned around to check whether the pig-who-should-have-parked-his-car-elsewhere was accelerating his injured mobil to run after my sorry ass, seeking vengeance.

What's worse, this ain’t the first time. Kali kedua. Hit. And run. Hit. And chickened.

But f.y.i, I didn’t hit anybody and run though. No moms were crying her heart out whilst cursing the driver who flattened her kid. No lives were taken away from my bare hands.

Don't burn me on a crucifix pleaseee. I'll bribe you with candy?

Ah, i'll drive carefully next time. If the busterd didn't figure out the culprit only lives three streets away.

Have you checked out the video Button's from PCD? My sis and i were awed, and we are girls. I think every guy who watch it will nose-bleed, swallow the blood and cycle again.

Au revoir, good people unlike me

Hopeless; Helpless

2006-06-03T16:35:00.000+08:00

I’ve not been around. I didn’t get hit by a bus, crushed my skull and no brain matters flew to any spectators’ terrified faces.

Went back to Kangar to visit my most-adorable buddy in this living world - My grandfather.

It wasn’t a visit of leisure; it was a pretty upsetting stay. Buddy has cancer again. Almost terminal. As some of you would know, my grandpa had cancer for 3 times. 3 heart-wrenching experiences. This is last, because he doesn’t wish to fight it anymore. I guess he had enough and forcing an aged man to undergo chemotherapy is as though as asking him to drench his blood out everyday and pumping it back in. It’s too sore to handle. Thus, everybody accepted his decision and tries to make his remaining days more meaningful.

We imagined an ill man staying at home, enjoying his days with his wife. Occasionally bicker around with his wife because for 50 years they have been doing that, and their love grows deeper. He would build fences, and I mean literally, around his favorite garden right beside the house and remove every single weed with his bare hands. That is how detailed a man like him could be. Sometimes, he would go to the temple and contribute his remaining abilities to devote to God. We thought he’ll get some peace and painless moments before he will sadly, exhale his last breath.

But no. It was nothing like that. He was admitted into hospitals countless of times. He couldn’t eat because his esophagus is conquered by wicked cancerous cells. He needs his drips to ensure glucose in his blood, when sometimes they found too many needle scars on his hand, the nurses had to go for another hand while waiting for the old scars to recover before the whole circus repeat itself. He could barely mutter out a perfect sentence because a portion of his tongue has been amputated due to his second cancer. All I did was smile, speak randomly to him, grip his hand tight and try not to shed a tear. A smile from him in return was an assurance to me. He was so happy his grandchildren came back to visit him that he cried. He was extremely determined and strong, never cried about any problems that occurred in the past because he focused on solving it instead of grieving over the issue. However, he breaks down easily now and that, breaks our heart.

Mom told me to say a prayer to help my grandfather to pass his critical moments as sometimes he gets attacks of difficulty to breath. I didn’t. I don’t know why but somehow the more mature I’m growing into, the less I believe in God. Too many letdowns and eventually these believes don’t hold its ground so firmly anymore as it was when I was a child because partially, my parents lodged the belief into me. Mom scared my gut to blown when she told me my grandfather wasn’t going to survive 31st of May. I thought the doctors told her that but apparently some medium did. I was pretty pissed by that thought of hers and my aunt’s. I just have something against superstition.

Oh well, I’m done.

Look at these to soothe the tension in this entry,

What did i say about camwhores? It is in us all tak kira umur, jantina, serta kaum

Human face triangle

The only boy who is Yap. He is precious. And now, he is shitting in his diapers. Ain't he adorable

Replica. No wonder she sounds like she's barking all the time

City of Blinding Camhoes

2006-05-26T20:28:00.000+08:00

What comes after the invention of digital cameras?

What lurkes upon the magic of camera phones?

Sweethearts and Macho-Darlings,

Camwhores! Hoes within cameras! Posers? lalaladida....

Why people camwhore? I once asked myself with a feeling of resentment.

Finally, it struck me.

To make them record the beautiful, attractive, ever-stunning beings in their lives, including their own mesmerizing antique.

To capture emotions and expressions that sometimes, we just let them pass us by.

Most importantly, it's a hell load of fun to look back at it and laugh about our clowny act in disbelief.

Typical/overused/Pan-cute look for amateur camhoes;

Dudududu, why don't you like us....

This was taken without us being aware of it, but heck we had the same expression on our faces.

Willie became my next victim, because he has the adorability to kill for!

Man, where do all these people come from? Why la whyyyy....

Shit, you fckn amateurs. Let the pro show you how the heat is being released!

First, an upclose and 100% zit-clear photo is snapped to show prominent features;

=.="

Next, smile vaguely to express au naturel slash a little gay for the day;

Lastly, add someone prettier and smarter than you and WALA! It's a masterpiece!

Arwin was so damned sure Andrene couldn't finish her bowl of noodles, and bet that if she finished it he would walk her down the isle/chop off his ding dongs. Nah you wish.

He would buy her foosball for the rest of the day.

Thus, being challenged, Andrene was on fire!

Ngekngekngek, who said ima sucker?

MMmmm it gets tastier with every bite..

Damn, it's like never-ending. I think i can fell my stomach stretch.

Anyway, she did it. Well, almost.

Don't mess with me hunnie! I can gobble your head up anytime.

Damn Boriah right?

Hoes aside, this hoe's mine!

despite looking like a 5 year-old in this picture. XD

p.s I admit, nothing thought provoking, and this post pretty much lamed-me-up-the-wall to think of captions for it. But I still had a great day.

Au revoir, to all the lamos in the world

WANTED: Flamboyant Inspiration

2006-05-25T22:11:00.000+08:00

I’m confused.

Did I make a confidence-slaughtering decision by joining editorial?

I mean, I can’t even produce any above average essays while in secondary school, what more an article to can make others’ pupils expand after reading it.

I can try, I mean, never say never until you’ve achieved what you want right?

Fckn cliché. I gotta scratch it out of my gut.

So apparently Inti has its own published magazine that is released once in a purple moon.

When I said once in a bloody moon, I meant twice a year. Exciting ain’t it? And nobody is even aware of its miserable existence.

Hey, means nobody is going to criticize if I wrote a 14 year old bimbo-bugging flick. Wait, I should be hoping for readers, not otherwise.

Oh yeah, what’s best? The theme they landed with was supernatural phenomenon.

Hey, it’s fabulous news already kay? They actually wanted dreams and aspirations.

Such a vast topic, yet no inspiration to cause a brain hemorrhage in readers.

I should sign up a ghost hunting night with a bunch of uncles in the midst of their mid-life crisis while the furthest they can figure to save their career is to come out with a hoax to swindle gullible peabrains’ money, as such.

Maybe I should try tarot cards, or palm reading, gray counting to predict futures.

Anything could happen. Anything can deceive the mind of a pea.

I could go hiking and look for jungle spirits.

Man, I so suck at ideas on scaring people. Maybe before I did I already scare myself to urination. If there’s such word.

And they don’t allow us to touch on religious issue! So no exorcisms from the bible I guess.

Man, why the way to solve a controversy is to avoid them?

INSPIRE ME!

Oh, latest American Idol, George Clooney!
Taylor Hicks, 30! Fckn for a 30 he look like 40. I didn’t follow this season, nor the previous one. The only I watched was the Fantasia’s season. I don’t even like Fantasia. I lurve laToya London but they fckn kicked her out instead of pixie-sweetie Jasmine-with-flower-growing-on-top-of-her-ear. Take it off for damned sake.

It’s like a replica of the previous, just with different nostrils and probably the different possibility of them being constipated.

It’s the same!

Au revoir, devils

OH IZIT?

2006-05-22T16:56:00.000+08:00

I've been tagged.

I thought that means somebody left me a message on my cbox. Or linking my head-turning heel-twisting blogpage. =.="

Rupa-rupanya begini;

Four movies I can watch over and over again...
- Constantine
- Princess's diary 1 .... yeah laugh laugh. I can tell you the whole dialogue of the entire movie, can you?
- Edward scissorhands
- Bicentennial man

Four places I have lived...
- My grams at a small peaceful town Kangar. No silly, it's not in Terengganu nor controlled by PAS
- USJ 6... Don't wanna tell you the rest or else you'll come stalking me. HAH
- Damansara utama
- Timbuktoo

Four books I recommend to everyone else...
I'm no avid reader, so these are the ones i read/reading lately,
- The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho
- Vernon God Little - DBC Pierre
- Perfect Match - Jodi Picoult
- The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain

Four of my favourite dishes...
- Lamb steak
- Zhu Giok Chou ( pig's leg cooked in vinegar, if you don't know just pour some vinegar onto your leg, maybe it tastes the same since you look like..)
- Yu Tou Mai ( fish head meehoon, i love milk in soups!)
- Tom Yam

Four sites I visit daily...
- Blogs
- Blogs
- Blogs
- Bangbusdotcom ( go figure)

Four places I'd rather be right now...
- nice bubbly jacuzzi with a free back rub *winks*
- Bahamas in my bathing suit
- Rome with a hug
- Japan for a mud mask and hot spring

Four blogger I am tagging...
- Kang ~ http://www.everylittledamnthing.blogspot.com/
- Shawny ( would take ages since his com dieded) ~ http://shawnkek.blogspot.com/
- Clem ~ http://saigoheiki.com/
- Whoever who lurches upon this piece of crap

My-Dog-The-Fluey vomited with a great number of times last night. I was so bloody freaked out i wanted to cry. It's quite jammed up that Subang doensn't have a 24 hour pet clinic and the only animal hospital is in Kuala Lumpur. For damned sake, what would you do if the only 24 hour hospital is in Kuala Lumpur? Animals got no emergency is it?

Au revoir enjoy

Green Eyed Monster

2006-05-21T11:43:00.000+08:00

Jeolous-nye... It's more than just green, my eyes are probably longkang-slime-colour by now.

I just got my cell phone changed during March, and i loved it!

LovED.

From this,

To this!

Just when i thought i have the most magnificent and stylish cell phone in the whole damn universe, my little sister, or brother (it's up to you) had her phone changed yesterday.

See it's so cute and pretty why wanna replace this darling and hurt my Z500's feelings

That evil orange goblin
Comparison between my gorgeous SGH-Z500 and my sisters evil swelled yet so fckn envious W550i.

*Your mighty highness's envy vs her sister's sinister pride*

- Mine has a memory slot and her don't ( nenenibubu) , but she has up to 256mb internal memory
- I have a dual camera, and VGA and 1 megapixel, and her's is with one measely 1.3 megapixel *shows red wet tongue* HAH!

Now here's the painful heart stabbing truth:

- W550i is 200 bucks less than mine *sobs*
- While listening to MP3 music, you can play games/camwhore/sms your mistress/admire your own pictures ladiladilaaaa, while mine, can't! *salty tears rolling*
- W550i has fckn 3 speakers!!! While my used-to-be-pampered Z500 has one little pea size speaker that even mosquitoes can beat the loudest magnitude of this dust.
- W550i's casing can be switched while mine, i have to stick to this dull dark blue til, ever!
- Don't want to say d la or else i'll really toss my phone go to my room bury my head in a pillow and scream =((

I'm sorry I betrayed you and have a lusty admiration for your new housemate sweetie.

Au revoir darls

Hallelujah

2006-05-20T22:42:00.000+08:00

Ben was telling me how long I’ve not seen him to hang out. So he invited me to his church for some family day slash carnival slash home-made food with corny games.

I’ve only been to churches twice. Once for a catholic wedding, once for a protestant.

His church wasn’t a beautifully crafted building with a huge cross embedded on the climax of the building structure.

It was in Sedaya’s multi-purpose hall.

Oh well, it’s good enough. What do I have to complain about.

Leon and I were sitting behind during the mass and having random conversations to make time pass faster, although it was quite rude. Mom being a strong Buddhist warned me not to baptize myself and later register to become a Sister after going for mass or she'll disown me (nah, just paranoidly told me not to learn stuff from it, still!). The priest was blessing the people with holy water after the sermon, Leon told me to be careful not to be burnt by it since I’m no Christian. Funny la Leon.

Wanna know what is the most mortifying part? There was this time where everybody supposed to greet the person beside you with, ‘May Lord Be With You’, then you are supposed to do the same as a mutual gesture. Brilliant head of mine, perhaps in addition with an ego swallowed with pride, yet a courteous one *ahem* said, Thank You. Swt kao kao.

I guess the lady kinda figured I’m no praying-my-heart-out holy Christian.

No offence.

The carnival began after that. It was one happening church since I saw loads of familiar faces that live around this swamp. The crowd was really building up by 10 a.m. Just look at the pictures, I’m lazy to think of anything to write about.

Busy eating, stalls prying on other stalls' business, voices of chatterboxes in the atmosphere, with me roaming aimlessly hoping to find some free coupons on the floor

Aunties showing off what they got on the dance floor. Yeah mommas, your hips didn't lie!

Damn, who knows one day i'll be saggy and will be taking over their thrones as dancing queens and on top of that, syok-sendiriness

Josh's constipated-whatareyoulookingat-idunnowhatisinmyhead-yeayeatakemyhandsomeface , well, face

Camwhoring with my babe, it is epidemic i swear

So the most anticipated movie of the year has finally showed its way to local theaters and thankfully, Malaysia didn’t had to wait for months before the movie is released here during the time when probably in Singapore, Pirates of the Caribbean-Dead Man’s Chest was already yesterday’s drama. Although before that, friends who have watched it told me it was fabulous work of Ron Howard, I find it disappointing. Those who have read the book, everything, well almost every scene has been arranged accordingly into the movie, yet I guess Ron was concentrating too hard on fitting every complicated scene into the 160 minutes movie, the plot lacks of expression to me. Well, how can you blame the poor fellow when Dan’s story isn’t a piece of pie to film. Perhaps I enjoyed the book very much I expected at least some goosebumps during the climax from the movie itself. Plus, the ending was modified a little and I kinda prefer the ending from the book.

However, kudos to Ian Mckellen, his splendid acting brought out the unpredictability of the character, and I love his mischievous lines and sarcasm nonetheless. Tom Hanks did not had the chance to shine in the movie, since he seemed like he only speaks whenever there is explanation needed. Audrey Tantou was tolerable, not captivating, just okay enough to digest this new cup-cake.

Hey, in my twisted psychotic mind that sometimes make no sense, Remy should look something like Ian Mckellen and Collet with a face like the actor who acted Remy.

Oh well, insignificant detail.

Go watch the show, try not to fall asleep while you’re at it, and tell me how you thought the show went.

Au revoir, cutie pie

Excuse Me

2006-05-19T19:37:00.000+08:00

I do it frequently a few years back during secondary school.

Subconsciously, it became a habit.

Perhaps some people got disappointed after realizing my act of no use, but I’ve became ignorant to their feelings.

Giving excuses to escape from situations I don’t wish to happen.

I was struck right on the head when I realize this continual behavior of mine has became a part of me, so deep that sometimes when excuses were not needed, it will just fight its way out of my mouth and it felt correct and normal for me to do it already. Like a custom in my social life.

A dirty trick to get me out of responsibilities.

A way to satisfy my own desires while disregarding my promises to others.

An easy way out. Risky, but with a high possibility of me escaping from obligations effortlessly.

Lies to keep others attached to me and forgive me for not realizing my promises.

Deception to avoid judgment I dread.

To runaway from reality and avoid problems and let it resolve by forgetting about the issue.

Allowing excuses to excuse myself trouble.

Selfish indeed.

Ignorance is bliss no doubt, but I don’t think avoiding problems will make life any easier.

Imagine others doing it to me, I’d be devastated.

I guess I’ve answered my own doubts.

By the way, my dad just asked me to borrow the DA VINCE CODE for him to read.
Cheh, hip nye.
It's because he doesn't read stuff like that.

Au revoir pretty people

Day Of Meaninglessness

2006-05-17T19:11:00.000+08:00

Didn't pay full attention in biology.

Didn't have any meaningful conversation.

Didn't stop Sms-ing in class. As though smses i sent are oxygens being respirised in me.

Didn't kiss anybody and to remind them that , ' I love you '. I do .

Didn't save the world by discovering a alternative fuel or bandage the hole in the ozone.

Didn't give my day a good shot.

But hey, tomorrow is just hours away.

By the way, after you lonely souls finished reading my entry of nothingness,
Go tag my board with your names.
I'm just curious who tripped upon my new-found ( well, refound ) interest.

I didn't mention? Well then, click on this if you are high or ecstatic and need something less stimulating to drain the adrenaline.
http://spaces.msn.com/enlightenmplease/
Nothing 18Sx, just my old blog, don't have to dial the internet officer whatsoever.
Plus, you think i'm eligible to publish a personal 18SX journal?
Yeah maybe in a tree costume in the background.

Hey, i'm just crapping. Don't take it the wrong way.

Au revoir, mate

Strings of Juvenile Madness

2006-05-15T20:10:00.000+08:00

After a long tiring self-mutating crazy mad ass gloomy classroom session since I open my stinky morning breathed mouth this morning, I decided to have some fun.

That calls for Kang!

I miss this gal since I’ve not seen her for quite some time and I need some kiddy lunacy restored in my grim life.

For old time’s sake, move along here comes Secret Recipe with yummy cakes and a steamy brownie that makes u go euphoric.

Heng joined us after shopping for white macho school pants and getting his hair chopped off since lucky boy got screwed by Chong on the first day.

Miss Kang and I had the greatest fun in high school. I don’t mean mad fun like injecting cocaine or hire stripers or anything you can imagine of. Well, if you do come across stripping services, do inform me *winks*. Oh come on, we can share out the bill.

We told some of our deepest darkest secrets when we were annoying toddlers. Eh Kang, what is the triangle that’s wet? Why bubbles come outta big tubs?

Basically, Miss Kang was in a super talkative mode and was unstoppable. My face and Heng’s were dripping wet with her saliva by the end of the day. Nah, just bulling.

Miss Kang told us about how Mommy Kang loves spending cash on buying Tupper-ware.

If you don’t know what that is, ask a 50 year old housewife. She’ll be glad to show you her collection.

And Papa Kang with his golf stories. Once I bumped into Papa Kang lifting weights in his garden and looking so manly and sexy. No, I don’t have an weird obsession for old men. I couldn’t help giggling and Uncle Kang blushed and waved me a friendly Hi.

Then Soh Poh Kang got bored and decided to do this!

To draw smileys outta sugar. You dare anot?

The result

And the magic of camera phones to record the sweetest dumbness in life

It was getting late and when I was thinking of going home and Kang wanna go Padang.

And who doesn’t love Padang Bukit?

While we were holding hands skipping in the green meadow *vomits*, we stumbled across this adorable creature who was cycling his four-weeler looking as though tomorrow my biggest worry would be which candy I should melt into my brother’s pillow to make him shriek.

Since it’s advisable to post pictures if you want to make blogs more interesting, I had my faithful Z500 in hand, therefore it calls from a picture stalking time.

Look at handsome me in my cute bike, ladies!!

I can't help it! He's hynotizing me his adorability!

Now, people will think I stalk old men and little kids. Fantastic.

If you like Pina Colada, get caught in the rain…….

What a great song for a jolly evening.

Au revoir hunnie!

Day By Day, One After Another

2006-05-13T13:44:00.000+08:00

Our daily routine. It’s official.

A habit people start to pick up once they reach the age when they realize the process of making babies is actually electrifying .
Minus the baby.
And we thought it was disgusting and traumatic when we just found out how it happened.
The age where kids actually think they’re mature enough to think like an adult.
The age where all kinds of questions start to emerge, at the time when most of us are clueless.

To rant. Complain. Whine. Criticize. Nitpick.

Whatever you want to call it.

Why do my parents compare me to others?

Why do I look like this? Why can’t I look like that person who’s smoking weed in that filthy alley but still looks like a rockstar?

Why my friends don’t understand me? Why do they forget about me?

Why can’t we grow up faster so we can move out of this wasteland?

Why are my grades falling when I study as though text books are a savior to our souls?

Why can’t I dispose that habit of being a constant procrastinator?

Why why why why why?

If you tell me you don’t complain at all, wow your must have been a heck of a lucky bitch.

My teen age is running dry. I’m 18 this year, 3 more years I’ll be an official adult.
When that comes, more burdens and responsibilities will arise.
They said your teen years are the most vivacious part of your life.
I can’t seem to bring myself to think so.
Oh well, maybe when I’m old and bitter, perhaps I’ll think so.
When I’m broke and I miss my allowance from home,
When (if) (touchwood) I am left alone in my 50s,
Maybe I’ll think so.

I read a book and it said, those who live in their present can find true happiness and satisfaction.
Those who live in their past or based on their future, only live to worry.
Right on.
Unless you are in a clinial degree of being a sadist or haven’t been laid lately.
Don’t be in a state of denial.

You’d be lucky if you wake up alive and still respiring in the morning.
Ermm, for our case in the afternoon.
Please how many of us wake up at 8 am?
Open our eyes. Take note of the best thing that happened today and be grateful for it.
Yes, the future matters we need to plan ahead so we don’t live in the streets under the bridge with a cardboard as our blanket.
But if we keep worrying about what’s going to happen, we ain’t going to learn how to see the most beautiful thing in life is actually simple and right before our eyes.
Like this,

or this,

When you have a bad day, your mom accused you for wetting your bed (it’s true but our ego will be in denial and you’ll blame it on mom),
When none of your friends called,
When you said less than 3 sentences to anybody,
When people bailed on you,
When you feel like time was being awfully wasted on you.

Remember how sweet was the ice cream you had just now for dessert.
Remember how your mom kiss you on the forehead before she went to work.
Remember how your grandparents call you their baby and give you the world’s best compliment even it’s not entirely accurate.
Remember that in some part of the world, you are not alone.

You are not.
Please look at the agent-dim-witted-intelligence who sits in front of the class opposing everything everybody says.

Opps.

Guess we all just have to learn eh?

Au revoir, i'll miss you.

Put Your Records On

2006-05-10T20:29:00.000+08:00

College been well so far. I'm still wearing jeans instead of colorful leggings.
Don't worry, lalaland is still far away from me.
Hey, even if i do, i'll make a pretty phenomenal one ok?
$%&*^^&#^$#%^#$%

I've got no inspiration to entertain, help me out.

There is this INTIMA WEEK going on this week. It's like a exhibition of clubs for newbutts like us to join.
I joined CHEERLEADING, THE SORORITY, and JAY CHOU'S & JOLIN CHAI'S fan club.

Nah, in your horniest dreams.
Editorial board and badminton.
Why editorial? Instead of something i'm familiar with, like CIRCLE K ( aka kiwanis )?
I find these clubs really of social-based. Yeah it's true they do charity, but I still have the idea of it being useless to my resume. I had my share in Seafield.
Plus editorial would look so elegant on my CV. And it's something i've never doen before.
And the person asked me what am I good at. To contribute to the board.
Erm, is eating, laughing with no apparent reasons and sleeping a form contribution?
I was actually speechless. Man, i so suck at questions been shot off-guarded.
Shit, does that mean I won't land my dream job with a 5 digit wage?

If you are rich, cute, and has a chronic illness, serta inginkan meninggalkan waris untuk keluarga, my phone number is 01*-*******

Just kidding. Don't you dare dial the phone.

Where the hell am I drifting to? Kay, let's get back to topic.
And i do play badminton for your concern, thank you.
Miss ballerina ain't as girly as you think honey.
Ex-ballerina.
I hated it. Mom loved it.
I wonder do i still have my untorn hymen after all that stretching.

WTF.

This picture look like a middle finger, doesn't it? It is the steamboat restaurant at Usj 20.

Au revoir, brats.

Swans in a Crowd of Ugly Ducklings

2006-05-08T18:51:00.000+08:00

You tau la, aku semangat memblog.

College people should know how dull the course A levels is.
If you think it is fun I suggest you give you brain a break.
Therefore, a fellow classmate suggested why don’t we spice up our unexciting routine, to put on formal wear just for the rush of it.
Surprisingly, everybody played along. That includes the annoying guy who sits in front who loves to say something smart. Dim-witted intelligence I call. I bet all of you had your share of these individuals (with respect).

We looked pretty awkward in a crowd of college kids in jeans and crumpled T-shirts they only wash once a week.
Hey, you don’t know.
The lecturer thought she forgotten an important occasion. Like the prime minister is here for a visit or something. You figure.

The girls
from left; clockwise
tini. shereen. tra. pretty(its her name! how cute). ash.kas.sasha.

Now, make way for the Queen. muahaha. ignore eyebags.

Alas, we were 20 minutes late for class.

The boys, halfway wandering in dreamland, halfway cursing the girls for escaping hypnotic lecture.

No hun, that ain't my lecturer. That's Raj from Ipoh acting all smart and confident. Truth is he was so afraid to walk out to the crowd. Pff!

Ah, everybody’s a camwhore in behind that masquerade.

Next week, guys in skirts! Hold your breaths.

Au revoir sweethearts.

Saturday Night Fever

2006-05-07T03:25:00.000+08:00

It’s the best night of the week.

People my age would probably be elsewhere partying, or take on 150 kmph on the florescent lit highway with no directions in mind, or just plain hanging with friends and loved ones.

I spent my Saturday night with a trip which is out of this world (maybe just out of subang jaya) for a youngster.
I give up the opportunity to see my people. Missed the chance to linger the town with baseless fantasies in mind, when each other’s company is wonderful enough.
I even throw away the time I could have spent with that particular someone, who I crave so much to be with me right now.
All that. Just to do this.

TO GO SHOPPING AT GIANT HYPERMARKET!!!!!
=.=’

Alright, you want the truth? Mom is out of town. Pap ain’t doing so well since he gave up chemo. I miss that endearing sweet face of his. So sincere, non-judgmental and filled with pure warmth.

So I’m left here to baby-sit the kids at home. Father included. Don’t ask.
Mom’s errand for me to run this weekend, to shop at her favorite spot.
Ahhhhh…
Well it went like how grocery shopping would normally go, like you don’t know. Unless you tell me you haven’t been to a mart. You’re forgiven.
One thing, kids and trolleys make a dreadful combo. It’s like a bumper car track down there. Watch carefully. The last thing you want is a devil running the trolley over your foot then shoots you with the most innocent smirk, which you have to gulp down all that agony with.
Thing’s are super expensive lately. Now I get why mom complains like there is a competition between women who hit their 40s. The more you do it, the better mother you are. Maybe the younger you’ll look. I don’t know. For more details, do consult your ole woman.

I had to chop the chicken since you can’t cook it without tralalalala you kinda figure the rest with an average IQ. So the process was a new experience. Since I’ve never done it. I swear the chicken’s kidney looked like a cashew nut! Anyway, on your left hand side, that's the bird's ass. Ain't that sexy?

Besides that fat and blood coated fingers with a pungent smell I was bestowed with tonight, I got myself two CDs. Bootlegs. RM 9.90 each.
Don’t get me wrong, these ain’t pirated CDs, according to the sticker on the album, it is original, approved by the government.
Therefore, to deceive my conscience, I’ll just consider these bootlegs as albums that are produced with so much effort plus a costly investment.
Instead of purchasing pirated CDs right? I obey the law ok.
Albeit it was probably done by some scumbag who smuggled a cam-corder into a concert and distributed the video to the Asian market. Who knows?
from left; the cranberries, stickers showing that these CDs are original, my bootlegs, scorpions

Alright, I spent 4 damn hours trying to post an entry with pictures, with dying hopes to impress myself, and maybe you buncha monkeys.
I’m going to bed.

2006-05-07T02:15:00.000+08:00

It’s the best night of the week.

People my age would probably be elsewhere partying, or take on 150 kmph on the florescent lit highway with no directions in mind, or just plain hanging with friends and loved ones.

I spent my Saturday night with a trip which is out of this world (maybe just out of subang jaya) for a youngster.
I give up the opportunity to see my people. Missed the chance to linger the town with baseless fantasies in mind, when each other’s company is wonderful enough.
I even throw away the time I could have spent with that particular someone, who I crave so much to be with me right now.
All that. Just to do this.

TO GO SHOPPING AT GIANT HYPERMARKET!!!!!
=.=’

Alright, you want the truth? Mom is out of town. Pap ain’t doing so well since he gave up chemo. I miss that endearing sweet face of his. So sincere, non judgmental at all and filled with pure warmth.

So I’m left here to baby-sit the kids at home. Father included. Don’t ask.
Mom’s errand for me to run this weekend, to shop at her favorite spot.
Ahhhhh…
Well it went like how grocery shopping would normally go, like you don’t know. Unless you tell me you haven’t been to a mart. You’re forgiven.
One thing, kids and trolleys make a dreadful combo. It’s like a bumper car track down there. Watch carefully. The last thing you want is a devil running the trolley over your foot then shoots you with the most innocent smirk, which you have to gulp down all that agony with.
Thing’s are super expensive lately. Now I get why mom complains like there is a competition between women who hit their 40s. The more you do it, the better mother you are. Maybe the younger you’ll look. I don’t know. For more details, do consult your ole woman.

I had to chop the chicken since you can’t cook it without tralalalala you kinda figure the rest with an average IQ. So the process was a new experience. Since I’ve never done it.
And now that I’ve a new Samsung Z500 with a camera Hallelujah, I finally can blog with pictures included. So here goes,

One

2006-05-06T12:09:00.000+08:00

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame

You say,One love, one life
When it's one need in the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's
Too late, tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to, carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it's all i got
We're one, but we're not the same
Well we hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say, love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

Apparently the song One from the band U2 is Britain's favourite lyric,
according to a poll of music industry professionals and musicians.
I think it's good, and yet still lack of a little spice.
Listen to the one featuring Mary J. It was added with a little more umph.
Soul diva. No doubt.

Here are the rest of the most famous lyrics voted by the Brits :

1. U2 - One
"One life, with each other sisters, brothers"
yea brothers and sisters, stop cutting into my lane just because you are driving a bigger car

2. The Smiths - How soon is Now?
"So you go, and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you
cry, and you wanna die"

3. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
"I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now, entertain us"
love it love it love it love it

4. Bob Marley - Redemption Song
"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds, have no fear for atomic energy, cause none of them can stop the time"

5. Coldplay - Yellow
"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you"
i don't like this song. maybe i'm just too numb too feel the lyrics

6. Eminem - Lose Yourself
"Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted, one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?"
are you kidding me? marshall matters? alright this line ain't so bad. now he is just a walking circus.

7. Robbie Williams - Angels
"And through it all she offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong"
robbie - right. jessica simpsons - wrong

8. The Who - My Generation
"Hope I die before I get old"
you think?

9. Radiohead - Creep
"I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here"
great song for the depressed outcasts

10. Marvin Gaye - What's Going On
"Father, father, we don't need to escalate, you see, war is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate"
yeah marvin, why didn't you were sing this before the atomic bomb was created?

So this was old news. Like it was published on last month's papers.
Until i feel like ranting about life again, you shall bear this.
Swallow it. Ain't so hard.
If you can chew on lindsay lohan. This is cotton candy to you.
At least I think it was interesting.

Ahh.... blogging. Therapeutic indeed.
Pray hard that I come back.
I might.
Say you love me la.
Can't help it.