I woke up at seven in the morning today.
S.E.V.E.N.
In. The. Fucking. Morning.
Why????
Because Marcus, thinking that being early means playing safe, told me to do so.
"I will fetch you at about eight a.m."
By eight, I was ready. In my dress. With perfume and lip gloss on.
I waited.
And waited.
By nine, I was still waiting.
I sent him a text message, asking him what took him so long. He said he would be a little late.
Fine. I waited some more.
In the mean time, I busied myself fixing my 1000 piece puzzle. Still in my dress. With lip gloss and perfume on.
At ten, I was really, really, really pissed off. Even more so when Marcus sent me another text message saying that he would arrive at my house an hour later.
That. Was. It.
I phoned Yokey.
Yokey: Mmph....??
Me: Hello?
Yokey: Yeah?
Me: You just woke up?
Yokey:You woke me up.
Me: Sorry. Anyway, could you please come over to my house now and fetch me to Gurney? I'm desperate.
Yokey: But I thought Marcus is fetching you to Kevin's place?
Me: Yes, but I'm super pissed off at him right now. I'm still stuck at home because he is so fucking late.
Yokey: Okay then, but please give my 45 minutes to get ready.
Hmm, better than waiting another hour for Marcus. Besides, I would be super grumpy by the time he arrived, and I would have no desire to see him or talk to him.
Me: Okay, I'll wait. Please hurry.
By the time I arrived at Gurney Drive, it was already 11.30 a.m..
So much for waking up at seven in the morning.
We had Bak Kut Teh for lunch. I'm so used to restaurants and fast foods that I've apparently forgotten how the system works in a kopi tiam.
First, the people there DO NOT seat you. You will have to fight for vacant seats yourself. Which is hard, especially when you are polite to others. Secondly, the people there are too busy to take any notice of you. To make your order, you will have to shove around and yell your orders aloud. Waiting in que and saying "excuse me, please" will not, I repeat, will not bring you anywhere. Thirdly, the people there do not speak English. I had a hard time ordering, because the lady was talking super fast in Hokkien dialect, listing all the ingredients, which all seemed gibberish to me. How the hell would I know that khun chiang actually mean intestines? Little did I know that the pieces of meat that they put inside are called pai kut. I just call them "pieces of meat". And between ginger and garlic, which is called suan thau? And what is the other called again? I ordered the food in English terms, and nobody understood what I said. Fourthly, the concept "customer's right" does not apply. I ordered a second bowl of bak kut teh, but this time, I specifically requested that I wanted only meat balls and pig's intestines. I was served with meat balls and "pieces of meat" instead. I told the lady that they had made a mistake, and I requested that she exchange it for my right orders. She gave me a sour look.
What the...
Oh, never mind.
I have two choices.
I either visit kopi tiams more frequently to familiarise myself with the difficult system there, or I eat at restaurants for the rest of my life. Where there are waiters and waitresses who speak politely, are patient, and are more than willing to attend to the tiniest whim of the customers. With a friendly smile plastered on their faces the whole time.
Giordano had a special sale, which apparently lasted only four hours, and only for today. I would have shopped, if only Yokey wasn't dragging me home because it was late. I was more than willing to spend all my money there.
In the end, all I got was a plain white T-shirt, which cost ten bucks.
A golden opportunity missed.
I'm going to shut myself in my room and moan now.
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
Sunday, 23 December 2007
My very first Japan trip
Cincin means ring in Malay. Mangkuk means bowl in Malay.
Cincin also means cock (I'm not talking about the feathery bird that wakes people up with its imminent crowing at an ungodly hour) in Japanese. Mangkuk means pussy (not the one that goes meow). Also in Japanese.
Interesting, huh?
I am so in love with Japan.
The people there are like super damn disciplined! They only cross roads at zebra-crossings, and they won't cross when the 'red guy' is lighted up, even when the entire road is empty! There isn't a rubbish bin in sight, yet there is no rubbish on the ground. Not even a single piece of used tissue paper or a small candy wrapper. Customer service also damn good one, okay! They are always polite and they always smile when they attend to customers.
There were a few times when I went into shops, and the shopkeepers didn't even take notice. They just kept themselves busy about their own work, and they only attended to me when I wanted to pay for my purchase. See how they trust their customers not to shoplift? Japan's crime rate is super duper low.
Public transport in Japan is highly reliable, and always on time.
Unlike Malaysia, where taxi drivers are a disgrace, and nobody ever knows what time the buses arrive. Rubbish bins are erected practically everywhere and yet...
*sigh*
Ever wondered why most Malaysian shops have CCTV's installed?
The following paragraphs have been omitted for fear of being sued by the government for slander.
Freedom of speech?
The following sentence has been omitted for fear of being sued by the government for slander.
I love Japan.
The first hotel I stayed in was really nice. The interior designing was contemporary and the bathroom was super cool. It was during winter time, and they actually installed heaters for the toilet seats. You'd expect a chill to run up your spine when you set your big fat ass on the toilet seat, but it's actually nice and warm!
They even have little water nozzles attached to the inside of the toilet bowl. They're meant to spray the shit off your ass. There is one normal spray, one with finer water drops, and another spray specially for women. Even the pressure of the water and the position of the nozzle is adjustable.
You know how most hotels provide hair and body shampoos?
This hotel provides hair and body shampoo, hair conditioner, and even facial foam. And the best part is, they're all from Shiseido.
Shiseido leh!!!!!!
I thought Shiseido stuff damn expensive one?
My facial wash is only Clean and Clear.
I enjoyed the hot spring. A lot.
However, nobody is allowed to wear anything or bring anything in, except for a small face towel. Which means everyone inside strides around completely naked. It felt a little weird at first, but later on I got used to it. And for once, it was actually a pretty good feeling not to have any clothes on, without being ridiculed or stared at. I'm just thankful (very thankful, actually) that I'm at least not-too-fat. I have to admit, I did pride myself a little in being able to show off my 'assets' without being labeled "hiau".
I enjoyed the hot spring so much, I went in there thrice.
Don't worry, the males and females are separated.
In Japan, there are even special hotels called "love hotels", where only couples are allowed to go in. To have sex. Interesting, huh?
The guys there are super hot and the girls there are damn cute and pretty. I do wonder why is it that in Penang, 90% of the girls are ugly like hell, while 90% of the girls in Japan are sooooo cute and pretty. Okay, maybe most of the Japanese girls put on make-up, which means they may look ugly after the make-up goes off, but still.
There were many cute guys there, too. HOW COME PENANG DON'T HAVE CUTE GUYS ONE!!!!!????
Which very well explains the reason I'm still single and available.
*hint, hint*.
Oh, and I bought souvenirs, too. A giant Keroppi frog, a small Keroppi key chain, and another plastic Keroppi, which tilts its head left and right whenever light shines on it.
YOU SHOULD SEE HOW CUTELY IT TILTS ITS HEAD!!!! I JUST LOVE IT!!!!!
Its beady eyes, small mouth, and a small leaf on its head...
It's just too much for me to take!!!!!
I can even imagine how it goes "nyu, nyu, nyu" while its head tilts from side to side.
nyu, nyu, nyu, nyu, nyu....
I also got a cute Minnie-Mouse-in-a-kimono cellphone accessory and a cute hair band with Dale's (from Chip and Dale) brown furry ears and an acorn on the top. Both from Disney Sea.
Also brought home lots and lots and lots (and I mean really a lot) of food.
I would very much like to blog more about my Japan trip, but my laziness has got the better of me.
Besides, it seems to me that my MSN is busy calling for me.
Cincin also means cock (I'm not talking about the feathery bird that wakes people up with its imminent crowing at an ungodly hour) in Japanese. Mangkuk means pussy (not the one that goes meow). Also in Japanese.
Interesting, huh?
I am so in love with Japan.
The people there are like super damn disciplined! They only cross roads at zebra-crossings, and they won't cross when the 'red guy' is lighted up, even when the entire road is empty! There isn't a rubbish bin in sight, yet there is no rubbish on the ground. Not even a single piece of used tissue paper or a small candy wrapper. Customer service also damn good one, okay! They are always polite and they always smile when they attend to customers.
There were a few times when I went into shops, and the shopkeepers didn't even take notice. They just kept themselves busy about their own work, and they only attended to me when I wanted to pay for my purchase. See how they trust their customers not to shoplift? Japan's crime rate is super duper low.
Public transport in Japan is highly reliable, and always on time.
Unlike Malaysia, where taxi drivers are a disgrace, and nobody ever knows what time the buses arrive. Rubbish bins are erected practically everywhere and yet...
*sigh*
Ever wondered why most Malaysian shops have CCTV's installed?
The following paragraphs have been omitted for fear of being sued by the government for slander.
Freedom of speech?
The following sentence has been omitted for fear of being sued by the government for slander.
I love Japan.
The first hotel I stayed in was really nice. The interior designing was contemporary and the bathroom was super cool. It was during winter time, and they actually installed heaters for the toilet seats. You'd expect a chill to run up your spine when you set your big fat ass on the toilet seat, but it's actually nice and warm!
They even have little water nozzles attached to the inside of the toilet bowl. They're meant to spray the shit off your ass. There is one normal spray, one with finer water drops, and another spray specially for women. Even the pressure of the water and the position of the nozzle is adjustable.
You know how most hotels provide hair and body shampoos?
This hotel provides hair and body shampoo, hair conditioner, and even facial foam. And the best part is, they're all from Shiseido.
Shiseido leh!!!!!!
I thought Shiseido stuff damn expensive one?
My facial wash is only Clean and Clear.
I enjoyed the hot spring. A lot.
However, nobody is allowed to wear anything or bring anything in, except for a small face towel. Which means everyone inside strides around completely naked. It felt a little weird at first, but later on I got used to it. And for once, it was actually a pretty good feeling not to have any clothes on, without being ridiculed or stared at. I'm just thankful (very thankful, actually) that I'm at least not-too-fat. I have to admit, I did pride myself a little in being able to show off my 'assets' without being labeled "hiau".
I enjoyed the hot spring so much, I went in there thrice.
Don't worry, the males and females are separated.
In Japan, there are even special hotels called "love hotels", where only couples are allowed to go in. To have sex. Interesting, huh?
The guys there are super hot and the girls there are damn cute and pretty. I do wonder why is it that in Penang, 90% of the girls are ugly like hell, while 90% of the girls in Japan are sooooo cute and pretty. Okay, maybe most of the Japanese girls put on make-up, which means they may look ugly after the make-up goes off, but still.
There were many cute guys there, too. HOW COME PENANG DON'T HAVE CUTE GUYS ONE!!!!!????
Which very well explains the reason I'm still single and available.
*hint, hint*.
Oh, and I bought souvenirs, too. A giant Keroppi frog, a small Keroppi key chain, and another plastic Keroppi, which tilts its head left and right whenever light shines on it.
YOU SHOULD SEE HOW CUTELY IT TILTS ITS HEAD!!!! I JUST LOVE IT!!!!!
Its beady eyes, small mouth, and a small leaf on its head...
It's just too much for me to take!!!!!
I can even imagine how it goes "nyu, nyu, nyu" while its head tilts from side to side.
nyu, nyu, nyu, nyu, nyu....
I also got a cute Minnie-Mouse-in-a-kimono cellphone accessory and a cute hair band with Dale's (from Chip and Dale) brown furry ears and an acorn on the top. Both from Disney Sea.
Also brought home lots and lots and lots (and I mean really a lot) of food.
I would very much like to blog more about my Japan trip, but my laziness has got the better of me.
Besides, it seems to me that my MSN is busy calling for me.
Labels:
holiday trip,
shopping
Saturday, 15 December 2007
Bored
I'm bored.
Bored, bored, bored.
Freaking bored.
Very bored.
Awfully bored.
So bored that I'm typing gibberish here.
So bored that I could die of boredom.
Dying...
dying...
dying still...
dying more than ever...
dying the dyest...
dying the dyest of the dyest...
......
*dead*
P.S. the main reason I'm typing this entry is just to inform you guys that I'm off to Japan tomorrow!! Yay!!!! Aren't you just soooo jealous??? Anyway, my point is, I will not be updating my blog for a while, until I get back. Till then, you can be looking forward to souvenirs...not!
=P
Bored, bored, bored.
Freaking bored.
Very bored.
Awfully bored.
So bored that I'm typing gibberish here.
So bored that I could die of boredom.
Dying...
dying...
dying still...
dying more than ever...
dying the dyest...
dying the dyest of the dyest...
......
*dead*
P.S. the main reason I'm typing this entry is just to inform you guys that I'm off to Japan tomorrow!! Yay!!!! Aren't you just soooo jealous??? Anyway, my point is, I will not be updating my blog for a while, until I get back. Till then, you can be looking forward to souvenirs...not!
=P
Thursday, 13 December 2007
Mundanity
My life is getting more and more mundane. My life cycle goes like this: Wake up at noon, go out with friends, get home, go online, go to bed, wake up the next morning noon...
And the cycle goes on.
With the occasional headache or cold.
I notice my healthy is slowly deteriorating.
Not that it bothers me.
Because of my going out so often, I even made a new friend. My apartment's security guard.
Heh.
Last Monday I attended Andrew's birthday party at Evergreen Hotel. Wasted some time at Gurney Plaza before that. I had French Manicure!!! Yay!!! My nails look so pretty!!! Stupid guy flirted with me at ToysRus. I got a Barbie. Even had it wrapped. I got Bird to buy a birthday card to go along with it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREW! I hope you liked your birthday present! *grin*
Rotted at home on Tuesday, then had a short chat with my new found friend on Wednesday, while waiting for Yokey to fetch me to Penang Hill. I almost woke up late.
At 7.20 am, my phone alarm rang, but I snoozed it. 5 minutes later...
Phone: Ring ring!!!!!!!!
Me: Ummph?
Phone: Hello?
Me: Yeah?
Phone: Rachel?
Me: Oh. hi, Yokey...
Phone, a.k.a. Yokey: Are you still asleep?
Me: Well, its only 7.30...
Yokey: You're still sleeping????? I'm reaching your house in 20 minutes!!
Me: WHAT! BUT I THOUGHT YOU'RE FETCHING ME AT 8.30!
Yokey: Uh, no, I told you I'd come at eight sharp.
Crap.
At least I wasn't late. Managed to take a quick shower, and I even brushed my teeth.
If you think my situation was bad enough, Yong Xing was worse.
We were supposed to gather at the foot of the hill (nine of us altogether) at 9 a.m. sharp. Cindy was supposed to fetch Yong Xing at 8.30. When Cindy arrived, Miss Piggy was still in bed. Poor Cindy the driver had to wait in her car outside Piggy's house for a whole 20 minutes, while she got dressed.
Everyone assembled at 9.30 a.m. . Thanks to Miss Piggy.
I guess we're just not the kind of people who can wake up early.
Overall, it was a pretty fun trip. It's nice to be close to nature once in a while.
Went to Bird's house after that. Changed into her over-sized t-shirt. It looked kinda obscene on me, because I looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. Had a movie marathon. Watched 3 movies straight, while pigging out on KFC and Domino's Pizza.
Reached home at 9.30 p.m.
Mum nagged at me for being out for over 12 hours.
Woke up pretty early again this morning, at 10 a.m. Yokey fetched me to Trader's Hotel for an education fair. Shit, I didn't know studying abroad could be so costly. Bought on impulse again. Two cute t-shirts; M&M themed. DAMN KAWAII YOU KNOW!!!!
On the way home, we dropped by at Marcus's place, demanding that he borrow (or is it lend?) me his Resident Evil DVD and his anime piano scores.Me and Yokey *ahem* Yokey and I
were enjoying the movie when all of a sudden, the TV went blank.
Great.
Now all I have for entertainment is my PSP.
*sigh*
And the cycle goes on.
With the occasional headache or cold.
I notice my healthy is slowly deteriorating.
Not that it bothers me.
Because of my going out so often, I even made a new friend. My apartment's security guard.
Heh.
Last Monday I attended Andrew's birthday party at Evergreen Hotel. Wasted some time at Gurney Plaza before that. I had French Manicure!!! Yay!!! My nails look so pretty!!! Stupid guy flirted with me at ToysRus. I got a Barbie. Even had it wrapped. I got Bird to buy a birthday card to go along with it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREW! I hope you liked your birthday present! *grin*
Rotted at home on Tuesday, then had a short chat with my new found friend on Wednesday, while waiting for Yokey to fetch me to Penang Hill. I almost woke up late.
At 7.20 am, my phone alarm rang, but I snoozed it. 5 minutes later...
Phone: Ring ring!!!!!!!!
Me: Ummph?
Phone: Hello?
Me: Yeah?
Phone: Rachel?
Me: Oh. hi, Yokey...
Phone, a.k.a. Yokey: Are you still asleep?
Me: Well, its only 7.30...
Yokey: You're still sleeping????? I'm reaching your house in 20 minutes!!
Me: WHAT! BUT I THOUGHT YOU'RE FETCHING ME AT 8.30!
Yokey: Uh, no, I told you I'd come at eight sharp.
Crap.
At least I wasn't late. Managed to take a quick shower, and I even brushed my teeth.
If you think my situation was bad enough, Yong Xing was worse.
We were supposed to gather at the foot of the hill (nine of us altogether) at 9 a.m. sharp. Cindy was supposed to fetch Yong Xing at 8.30. When Cindy arrived, Miss Piggy was still in bed. Poor Cindy the driver had to wait in her car outside Piggy's house for a whole 20 minutes, while she got dressed.
Everyone assembled at 9.30 a.m. . Thanks to Miss Piggy.
I guess we're just not the kind of people who can wake up early.
Overall, it was a pretty fun trip. It's nice to be close to nature once in a while.
Went to Bird's house after that. Changed into her over-sized t-shirt. It looked kinda obscene on me, because I looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. Had a movie marathon. Watched 3 movies straight, while pigging out on KFC and Domino's Pizza.
Reached home at 9.30 p.m.
Mum nagged at me for being out for over 12 hours.
Woke up pretty early again this morning, at 10 a.m. Yokey fetched me to Trader's Hotel for an education fair. Shit, I didn't know studying abroad could be so costly. Bought on impulse again. Two cute t-shirts; M&M themed. DAMN KAWAII YOU KNOW!!!!
On the way home, we dropped by at Marcus's place, demanding that he borrow (or is it lend?) me his Resident Evil DVD and his anime piano scores.
were enjoying the movie when all of a sudden, the TV went blank.
Great.
Now all I have for entertainment is my PSP.
*sigh*
Labels:
conversation,
life drama
Sunday, 9 December 2007
Bored
I'm bored, and out of blogging ideas.
Everyone is busy. Jia Ling is at make-up class. Yi Hui is at German class. Yong Xing is playing Ghost Online at Silas's house. Yokey is out with her family. Marcus is out with his sister. I'm stuck at home.
I'M DESPERATE TO GO OUT!!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME FROM MY OWN HOME!!!!
One day, I'm going to die of boredom. And I thought studying for exams was bad enough.
I'm fat, broke, bored, and a living corpse.
At times like these, I tend to get a little philosophical, because there is nothing else to think about.
Why does the universe exist? Imagine if it didn't. Then there would be void and darkness. But what if that didn't exist either? What, then? What if existence itself didn't exist? Then nothing can ever come into being, nor can anything not come into being. If that is the case, then even space itself would not exist either.
There would be just...
nothing.
Not even emptiness.
Why does time exist? Why are there three dimensions? Can't there be four?
Physics tell us it's just logic, and there is no why. But just think. Why is it like this? If it could be so, couldn't it be something else as well?
Ouch. My head hurts.
I think holidays are cunningly introduced to force students into confusing themselves with stuff like these. And we students stupidly let ourselves fall into this devious trap, thinking, "Hooray! The holidays are finally here!!" To those of you who are still schooling, you are so lucky. You get to go to school and study and learn stuff. At least your boredom only lasts till end of this year. I, on the other hand will have to bear with it until goodness knows when. I heard that the Engineering courses at Nanyang University only begins in September 2008.
Sooner or later, I'm going to kill myself.
My PSP sits there, waiting for the chance to entertain me. The TV is in the living room, waiting to be switched on. The phone is ready for me to make calls. There are three unread books in my room, waiting to be explored.
Why is it that during exams, I am sooooo tempted to watch TV, phone my friends and entertain myself with the PSP, but after my exams are over, those devices lay untouched?
Everyone is busy. Jia Ling is at make-up class. Yi Hui is at German class. Yong Xing is playing Ghost Online at Silas's house. Yokey is out with her family. Marcus is out with his sister. I'm stuck at home.
I'M DESPERATE TO GO OUT!!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME FROM MY OWN HOME!!!!
One day, I'm going to die of boredom. And I thought studying for exams was bad enough.
I'm fat, broke, bored, and a living corpse.
At times like these, I tend to get a little philosophical, because there is nothing else to think about.
Why does the universe exist? Imagine if it didn't. Then there would be void and darkness. But what if that didn't exist either? What, then? What if existence itself didn't exist? Then nothing can ever come into being, nor can anything not come into being. If that is the case, then even space itself would not exist either.
There would be just...
nothing.
Not even emptiness.
Why does time exist? Why are there three dimensions? Can't there be four?
Physics tell us it's just logic, and there is no why. But just think. Why is it like this? If it could be so, couldn't it be something else as well?
Ouch. My head hurts.
I think holidays are cunningly introduced to force students into confusing themselves with stuff like these. And we students stupidly let ourselves fall into this devious trap, thinking, "Hooray! The holidays are finally here!!" To those of you who are still schooling, you are so lucky. You get to go to school and study and learn stuff. At least your boredom only lasts till end of this year. I, on the other hand will have to bear with it until goodness knows when. I heard that the Engineering courses at Nanyang University only begins in September 2008.
Sooner or later, I'm going to kill myself.
My PSP sits there, waiting for the chance to entertain me. The TV is in the living room, waiting to be switched on. The phone is ready for me to make calls. There are three unread books in my room, waiting to be explored.
Why is it that during exams, I am sooooo tempted to watch TV, phone my friends and entertain myself with the PSP, but after my exams are over, those devices lay untouched?
Friday, 7 December 2007
Singapore trip
I'm back from Singapore!
I'll just K.I.S.S. (Keep It Short and Simple).
Went sightseeing. Visited places. Sentosa, Singapore Science Centre, Singapore Zoo, Esplanade, Bugis, Suntec City, Orchard Road, the usual. Rained cats, dogs, chickens, horses, cows and pigs at Sentosa. My shoes wore out and water seeped in. Drenched in rainwater. Brand-new Extreme sweater got soaked through. Sob. Stopped raining immediately after buying a raincoat. Damn. Shopped till I dropped on the last day. Adidas sneakers. Kipling backpack. Nike tote bag. Body Shop perfume. Miscellaneous. Spent RM 2000 altogether. Owing Kevin's mum $170.
I love my new Adidas sneakers!!!! You definitely have to take a look at it.
The Kipling bag is really, really nice, too. It cost me $170. Try converting it to Malaysian currency. Burned a Black Hole in my pocket. Kevin's mum paid for it with her credit card. Now I owe her.
*sigh*
Last night, I talked to my mum on the phone.
Me: I bought a Kipling bag, which cost $170.
Mum: ....
....???
!!!!!
!!!!!!!!
!@$#^&(&??$!!%&###!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: ...
Whoops. I bought on impulse again.
I'll just K.I.S.S. (Keep It Short and Simple).
Went sightseeing. Visited places. Sentosa, Singapore Science Centre, Singapore Zoo, Esplanade, Bugis, Suntec City, Orchard Road, the usual. Rained cats, dogs, chickens, horses, cows and pigs at Sentosa. My shoes wore out and water seeped in. Drenched in rainwater. Brand-new Extreme sweater got soaked through. Sob. Stopped raining immediately after buying a raincoat. Damn. Shopped till I dropped on the last day. Adidas sneakers. Kipling backpack. Nike tote bag. Body Shop perfume. Miscellaneous. Spent RM 2000 altogether. Owing Kevin's mum $170.
I love my new Adidas sneakers!!!! You definitely have to take a look at it.
The Kipling bag is really, really nice, too. It cost me $170. Try converting it to Malaysian currency. Burned a Black Hole in my pocket. Kevin's mum paid for it with her credit card. Now I owe her.
*sigh*
Last night, I talked to my mum on the phone.
Me: I bought a Kipling bag, which cost $170.
Mum: ....
....???
!!!!!
!!!!!!!!
!@$#^&(&??$!!%&###!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: ...
Whoops. I bought on impulse again.
Labels:
conversation,
life drama,
shopping
Sunday, 2 December 2007
I'm so pissed off
I overslept, and now my mum has brought my brother to Gurney to watch Enchanted and I can't go.
Sheesh.
I've apparently misplaced (I won't say I lost it) my ability to blog.
I asked Marcus for ideas, but none were helpful. Finally, I said, "Give me one word. Any word, besides the word 'word'."
He said 'web cam.'
However, I don't know what to make out of that. Yokey suggested that I blog about what a great friend she is.
............
=.=
OMG, Yokey is like, such a great friend! I was like out of blogging ideas, but she was like oh-so-helpful! She even gave me this idea to blog about her! She knew I am going to Singapore tomorrow for my holiday trip, and she actually called to bid me goodbye, and very conveniently reminding me about her souvenirs.
My point is, she actually cared enough to actually call me! I'm oh-so-touched!!
Dear God, please forgive me for telling lies. I promise I will repent in my prayers tonight.
WTF is wrong with my parents??!?
During exams, my mother restricted my online hours, saying that I will be free to go online anytime I want, and however long I want after my exams are over.
Now my exams are over. And what does she say?
"Enough liao ha! you go online like 10 hours a day!"
Uh, but I thought she said I could go online anytime I want, and however long I want.
And she doesn't allow me to go online past 1 a.m.
How freaking ridiculous is that? There was once, I stayed up till 3 a.m. and she freaked out. *shakes head* She confiscated the modem as a 'punishment'. And just yesterday, I switched on the computer (it was in the afternoon; there was no valid reason for her to stop me), and she demanded, "What do you think you're doing?"
Of course, it was pretty obvious what I wanted to do, so I just looked back at her defiantly.
THEN SHE TOOK AWAY THE MODEM, AND DEMANDED THAT I SWITCH OFF THE COMPUTER IMMEDIATELY!
So what if I go online first thing in the morning? So what if I stay that way till past my bedtime?
I STRESSED MYSELF OUT LIKE HELL DURING THE EXAM SEASON AND NOW I CAN'T CLAIM MY FREEDOM BACK? I STUDIED TILL LIKE FIVE IN THE MORNING EVERY DAY DURING EXAMS OKAY??!?? SO WHAT IF I GO ONLINE TILL THE WEE HOURS IN THE MORNING? I LOVE BEING NOCTURNAL CANNOT IS IT? SO WHAT IF I GO ONLINE TEN HOURS A DAY? YOU SAID I COULD!
Shouldn't my mum be very, very, very happy and thankful that at least I'm not outside gallivanting with my friends who are supposedly 'bad influence' and may "teach me bad stuff or make me rebel or smoke pot or lose my virginity etc."?
Don't my parents realise how lucky they are to have a daughter like me? There are tons of other girls out there who would very much prefer clubbing the night through, partying with every free time they have got, and having sex at every opportunity they get!
I am so very, very, very pissed off right now.
The only reason I'm not using any foul language here is because I don't want to type something which I might regret later on. I also try not to pollute my blog too much by keeping the vulgarities to a minimum.
However, do keep in mind that whenever I am feeling awfully angry, you can bet those words are constantly being uttered under my breath.
Like now.
I know this is one of my rantings again, which may seem a little childish, but what the heck. Everyone knows (or should know) that I never hesitate to show exactly how I feel. If you are uncomfortable with that, just bear with it or get lost.
Marcus always tells me to "control my temper".
Why should I? As long as people treat me the right way, I'll make sure I do my part. I don't see anything that could go wrong.
It's just that some people seem to prefer getting on the bad side of me. They just don't know what they are getting themselves into.
Some people should just fuck off.
P.S. I'm going to Singapore tomorrow, so I will not be able to update my blog till I get back again, unless I'm lucky enough to get Internet access over there. Wish me luck.
Sheesh.
I've apparently misplaced (I won't say I lost it) my ability to blog.
I asked Marcus for ideas, but none were helpful. Finally, I said, "Give me one word. Any word, besides the word 'word'."
He said 'web cam.'
However, I don't know what to make out of that. Yokey suggested that I blog about what a great friend she is.
............
=.=
OMG, Yokey is like, such a great friend! I was like out of blogging ideas, but she was like oh-so-helpful! She even gave me this idea to blog about her! She knew I am going to Singapore tomorrow for my holiday trip, and she actually called to bid me goodbye, and very conveniently reminding me about her souvenirs.
My point is, she actually cared enough to actually call me! I'm oh-so-touched!!
Dear God, please forgive me for telling lies. I promise I will repent in my prayers tonight.
WTF is wrong with my parents??!?
During exams, my mother restricted my online hours, saying that I will be free to go online anytime I want, and however long I want after my exams are over.
Now my exams are over. And what does she say?
"Enough liao ha! you go online like 10 hours a day!"
Uh, but I thought she said I could go online anytime I want, and however long I want.
And she doesn't allow me to go online past 1 a.m.
How freaking ridiculous is that? There was once, I stayed up till 3 a.m. and she freaked out. *shakes head* She confiscated the modem as a 'punishment'. And just yesterday, I switched on the computer (it was in the afternoon; there was no valid reason for her to stop me), and she demanded, "What do you think you're doing?"
Of course, it was pretty obvious what I wanted to do, so I just looked back at her defiantly.
THEN SHE TOOK AWAY THE MODEM, AND DEMANDED THAT I SWITCH OFF THE COMPUTER IMMEDIATELY!
So what if I go online first thing in the morning? So what if I stay that way till past my bedtime?
I STRESSED MYSELF OUT LIKE HELL DURING THE EXAM SEASON AND NOW I CAN'T CLAIM MY FREEDOM BACK? I STUDIED TILL LIKE FIVE IN THE MORNING EVERY DAY DURING EXAMS OKAY??!?? SO WHAT IF I GO ONLINE TILL THE WEE HOURS IN THE MORNING? I LOVE BEING NOCTURNAL CANNOT IS IT? SO WHAT IF I GO ONLINE TEN HOURS A DAY? YOU SAID I COULD!
Shouldn't my mum be very, very, very happy and thankful that at least I'm not outside gallivanting with my friends who are supposedly 'bad influence' and may "teach me bad stuff or make me rebel or smoke pot or lose my virginity etc."?
Don't my parents realise how lucky they are to have a daughter like me? There are tons of other girls out there who would very much prefer clubbing the night through, partying with every free time they have got, and having sex at every opportunity they get!
I am so very, very, very pissed off right now.
The only reason I'm not using any foul language here is because I don't want to type something which I might regret later on. I also try not to pollute my blog too much by keeping the vulgarities to a minimum.
However, do keep in mind that whenever I am feeling awfully angry, you can bet those words are constantly being uttered under my breath.
Like now.
I know this is one of my rantings again, which may seem a little childish, but what the heck. Everyone knows (or should know) that I never hesitate to show exactly how I feel. If you are uncomfortable with that, just bear with it or get lost.
Marcus always tells me to "control my temper".
Why should I? As long as people treat me the right way, I'll make sure I do my part. I don't see anything that could go wrong.
It's just that some people seem to prefer getting on the bad side of me. They just don't know what they are getting themselves into.
Some people should just fuck off.
P.S. I'm going to Singapore tomorrow, so I will not be able to update my blog till I get back again, unless I'm lucky enough to get Internet access over there. Wish me luck.
Thursday, 29 November 2007
I'm stupid
I was eating yogurt, and I thought I wanted fruits to go with it. I opened the fridge and took out a fruit. I guesses it was a mango, but to be sure, I asked my mum.
Me: (holding up the fruit) Mummy, is this a mango?
Mum: Haiyo.......
Okay, so from her reaction, I was pretty sure it was a mango.
I was IM-ing with Marcus, and I told him about it.
Me: I'm eating yogurt right now, and I love eating it with fruits. So I went to the fridge and took out a mango.
Marcus: Mm?
Me: But I wasn't exactly sure if it was a mango or not. So I took it out and asked, "Mummy, is this a mango?"
Marcus: Then?
Me: She was like "Haiyo....."
Marcus: Aiyo....
Me: What??
Marcus: Like that also don't know ah... Read the label ma know liao loh...
Mango got label one meh?
At least I know I'm not the only one being stupid.
*grins*
Me: (holding up the fruit) Mummy, is this a mango?
Mum: Haiyo.......
Okay, so from her reaction, I was pretty sure it was a mango.
I was IM-ing with Marcus, and I told him about it.
Me: I'm eating yogurt right now, and I love eating it with fruits. So I went to the fridge and took out a mango.
Marcus: Mm?
Me: But I wasn't exactly sure if it was a mango or not. So I took it out and asked, "Mummy, is this a mango?"
Marcus: Then?
Me: She was like "Haiyo....."
Marcus: Aiyo....
Me: What??
Marcus: Like that also don't know ah... Read the label ma know liao loh...
Mango got label one meh?
At least I know I'm not the only one being stupid.
*grins*
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I'm sick. (And fat).
I. am. F.A.T.
Seriously.
Just about a month ago, I was still bragging about my flat tummy and proudly striding about in short skirts.
Unfortunately, I guess I was too carried away and I began to binge. Had Baskin Robins almost every other day, indulged in chocolates whenever I felt like it, and even ate when I wasn't hungry.
Now, I've got a bloated tummy, and I look super ugly in anything I wear.
Okay, maybe that was a little hyperbolic.
But you get the idea.
HOW??!!???!?!?!?
I HATE MY BODY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!
From today onwards, I will never, ever, ever eat. Ever. Again.
My mum took me to Gurney Plaza (I know, I know. I've counted and I realise I have been there like three or four times in this past one week) for a mother-and-daughter shopping trip. Though a little boring I must admit, but the best thing is, I don't have to use my own money!
I got myself an Extreme sweater (I know it's a little childish, but it felt comfy. Plus, it was cheap. RM 49.90 only. A pretty good bargain, if you asked me) and a pair of Levi's jeans, which I'd never buy with my own money (you see, that's why it's sometimes good to have your parents shop with you). SUPER DUPER LOW WAIST! I LIKE!!!
Had lunch at Chili's. HUAAA I TELL YOU HOR, THE SERVINGS THERE DAMN FREAKING LARGE LEH!
Which partly explains why mu tummy is so damn freaking huge right now.
I seriously have to stop eating.
Why can't I donate some of my fats to those "starving kids in Africa" (stereotyped, no offense to any Africans reading this)?
Had a coughing fit two nights ago, which lasted for almost an hour. Went to bed at 2 a.m, fell asleep at 3.
I fell sick yesterday. The fever caught me. It invited cough and flu along. Great party they're having in my body right now.
Urrgh.
The cough syrup tasted terrible. Even pinching my nose didn't help much.
I hate being sick.
P.S.: The doctor cum part-time model cum astronaut, Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, IS SUPER DAMN CUTE!!! Too bad I'm not Muslim.
Seriously.
Just about a month ago, I was still bragging about my flat tummy and proudly striding about in short skirts.
Unfortunately, I guess I was too carried away and I began to binge. Had Baskin Robins almost every other day, indulged in chocolates whenever I felt like it, and even ate when I wasn't hungry.
Now, I've got a bloated tummy, and I look super ugly in anything I wear.
Okay, maybe that was a little hyperbolic.
But you get the idea.
HOW??!!???!?!?!?
I HATE MY BODY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!
From today onwards, I will never, ever, ever eat. Ever. Again.
My mum took me to Gurney Plaza (I know, I know. I've counted and I realise I have been there like three or four times in this past one week) for a mother-and-daughter shopping trip. Though a little boring I must admit, but the best thing is, I don't have to use my own money!
I got myself an Extreme sweater (I know it's a little childish, but it felt comfy. Plus, it was cheap. RM 49.90 only. A pretty good bargain, if you asked me) and a pair of Levi's jeans, which I'd never buy with my own money (you see, that's why it's sometimes good to have your parents shop with you). SUPER DUPER LOW WAIST! I LIKE!!!
Had lunch at Chili's. HUAAA I TELL YOU HOR, THE SERVINGS THERE DAMN FREAKING LARGE LEH!
Which partly explains why mu tummy is so damn freaking huge right now.
I seriously have to stop eating.
Why can't I donate some of my fats to those "starving kids in Africa" (stereotyped, no offense to any Africans reading this)?
Had a coughing fit two nights ago, which lasted for almost an hour. Went to bed at 2 a.m, fell asleep at 3.
I fell sick yesterday. The fever caught me. It invited cough and flu along. Great party they're having in my body right now.
Urrgh.
The cough syrup tasted terrible. Even pinching my nose didn't help much.
I hate being sick.
P.S.: The doctor cum part-time model cum astronaut, Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, IS SUPER DAMN CUTE!!! Too bad I'm not Muslim.
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
Nostalgia
Went to Gurney Plaza (yes, yes AGAIN) yesterday and caught a movie there.
Hitman.
No comments.
Btw, do you remember the times when you were a kid? The silly things that you did, or the memorable events that took place?
I don't know why, but I'm feeling kind of nostalgic today.
I can't remember anything in the first two years of my life, but I think I have blurred memories of myself when I was three.
I lived in a rented double-storey terrace house, with my parents, my younger brother, and my grandparents. I had long hair, and I was skinny. Smooth, white skin, with big beady eyes. I could read a little (my mum told me I began reading when I was two) and I could even write my first name. However, it came out like this: Rqchel. I guess I pulled the tail of the letter 'a' a little too much. After an uncle from church commented on this, I changed my writing style to RAchel and later on, I capitalized the 'L' as well. I remember once my mother slapped me, but we forgot all about it 5 seconds later.
When I was four, I went to kindergarten. Every morning, I couldn't wake up, so my dad had to carry me downstairs and force my up. I still remember the name: PEL. The uniform was a yellow dress for girls, and a yellow shirt with shorts for boys. Everyone had to wear a red scarf. Even up till now, I still see little kids wearing my good ol' kindergarten's uniform. There was once a friend puked onto my dress at kindergarten, and I had to change into a spare dress. And then, there was once a boy almost touched my private parts, but I was too naive to realize they were "private" so I didn't think much about it, until one day when my mother told me not to let anyone touch "those parts". We read Peter and Jane at kindergarten, but I was never interested because I was an advanced reader, and I was already reading book six while they were still stuck on book one. My teacher told me that Peter and Jane lived in England, a far, far away country. When I got home, I told my parents I wanted to go to England to meet them. When they told me Peter and Jane didn't really exist, I insisted they did, because "my teacher said so". During the end of the year, I was selected for a bee dance. We had to put on fake wings, and had this yellow and black striped costume. I think I had fake antennas too.
When I was five, I attended Penang Chinese Girl's kindergarten. We didn't have a uniform there. We had an AVA room, a drawing room, a playground, and even a sandbox to play in. I loved going into the AVA room, because it was air-conditioned. During recess, we were allowed to play in the playground, but only if we sat quietly and waited. I never did run about and therefore, I always got to play in the playground. However, there was once when a naughty boy hit me and I wanted to hit him back so badly that I ran around chasing him. In the end, we both were punished by standing outside the playground, watching our friends play. It was his fault, really, not mine!!! I was SO angry with him. Sometimes, we played with dough during art class. There was once I had this really terrible tummy ache, but I didn't dare to tell the teacher. I held it in until I couldn't hold it any longer, and I 'shitted' in my underwear. Oh, the embarrassment!
You know how every school bus has a bunch of bullies who love picking on the other kids? I took the school bus home. Sad to say, I was one of those big, bad bullies. There was once, one of my 'comrades' brought a whole pack of rubber bands, and we threatened to catapult at one of the boys. He was a timid kid, with curly hair.
When I was six (I still attended the same kindergarten as before), my parents finally bought a new house. It was a small apartment, and I'm still living in it now.
I remember my class teacher told us it was time for us to learn how to write our own names (I learnt how to write my first name when I was three, but now we were expected to write our full name) and she told us to practice at home. I used up lots and lots of paper writing my name, and I filled up the empty spaces with little hearts.
When I was seven (hooray!!! Primary school begins!!), my mother brought me to Kimnovak, where I got my very first school uniform. I was soooo excited. On the first day of school, I made friends with a pair of twins and another girl named Ju Yee.
My best friend was Abigail and Sarah, and we stuck with each other all the time.
In the following year, Abigail told me the devil was going to bring me to hell. And I believed her. Then, Sarah migrated to Australia. A few years ago, I found her again (yay!!) through Friendster. I have her e-mail and her MSN Messenger contact, but we don't talk to each other anymore.
When I was nine, I took the PTS examination and I skipped Primary Four.
In Primary Five, I had a whole new bunch of friends, but we didn't last long.
In Primary Six, I was streamed into Enam Biru and again, I had to make new friends with my new classmates. There, I met my current best friends, Yong Xing and Jia Ling. I was made prefect. Muahahahaha!!!!! Now I have authority over all the little kiddies!!!!!
My mother forced me to study for my UPSR examinations, and I cried.
I achieved straight A's.
I was a little disorientated in Form One, and I slacked. I improved a little in Form Two, though. It was the best year of my schooling life. Young enough not to be too stressed out yet, but matured enough to handle everyday problems. We really had fun. And I had my first taste of BGR (boy-girl relationship). I decided there and then that I didn't want to get involved ever again.
Form Three was terrible. Study, study, study. Stupid PMR.
However, I achieved straight A's for that, too.
Form Four was hell. It made Form Three seem like kindergarten. I almost failed my Add Math, and I hated Physics. I didn't understand a thing.
It got a little better in the following year. Add Math became my favorite subject, and I did pretty well in Physics. Not in history though. During my finals, I drank too much coffee. I was admitted into hospital right after my final paper was over.
SPM pretty much sucked.
I didn't achieve straight A1's. Had straight A's, though.
College life is nice, but I still miss school. Further Math makes Add Math seem like child's play.
Now that college is over, I look forward to what the future brings.
I know today's entry is kinda boring. Sorry.
Hitman.
No comments.
Btw, do you remember the times when you were a kid? The silly things that you did, or the memorable events that took place?
I don't know why, but I'm feeling kind of nostalgic today.
I can't remember anything in the first two years of my life, but I think I have blurred memories of myself when I was three.
I lived in a rented double-storey terrace house, with my parents, my younger brother, and my grandparents. I had long hair, and I was skinny. Smooth, white skin, with big beady eyes. I could read a little (my mum told me I began reading when I was two) and I could even write my first name. However, it came out like this: Rqchel. I guess I pulled the tail of the letter 'a' a little too much. After an uncle from church commented on this, I changed my writing style to RAchel and later on, I capitalized the 'L' as well. I remember once my mother slapped me, but we forgot all about it 5 seconds later.
When I was four, I went to kindergarten. Every morning, I couldn't wake up, so my dad had to carry me downstairs and force my up. I still remember the name: PEL. The uniform was a yellow dress for girls, and a yellow shirt with shorts for boys. Everyone had to wear a red scarf. Even up till now, I still see little kids wearing my good ol' kindergarten's uniform. There was once a friend puked onto my dress at kindergarten, and I had to change into a spare dress. And then, there was once a boy almost touched my private parts, but I was too naive to realize they were "private" so I didn't think much about it, until one day when my mother told me not to let anyone touch "those parts". We read Peter and Jane at kindergarten, but I was never interested because I was an advanced reader, and I was already reading book six while they were still stuck on book one. My teacher told me that Peter and Jane lived in England, a far, far away country. When I got home, I told my parents I wanted to go to England to meet them. When they told me Peter and Jane didn't really exist, I insisted they did, because "my teacher said so". During the end of the year, I was selected for a bee dance. We had to put on fake wings, and had this yellow and black striped costume. I think I had fake antennas too.
When I was five, I attended Penang Chinese Girl's kindergarten. We didn't have a uniform there. We had an AVA room, a drawing room, a playground, and even a sandbox to play in. I loved going into the AVA room, because it was air-conditioned. During recess, we were allowed to play in the playground, but only if we sat quietly and waited. I never did run about and therefore, I always got to play in the playground. However, there was once when a naughty boy hit me and I wanted to hit him back so badly that I ran around chasing him. In the end, we both were punished by standing outside the playground, watching our friends play. It was his fault, really, not mine!!! I was SO angry with him. Sometimes, we played with dough during art class. There was once I had this really terrible tummy ache, but I didn't dare to tell the teacher. I held it in until I couldn't hold it any longer, and I 'shitted' in my underwear. Oh, the embarrassment!
You know how every school bus has a bunch of bullies who love picking on the other kids? I took the school bus home. Sad to say, I was one of those big, bad bullies. There was once, one of my 'comrades' brought a whole pack of rubber bands, and we threatened to catapult at one of the boys. He was a timid kid, with curly hair.
When I was six (I still attended the same kindergarten as before), my parents finally bought a new house. It was a small apartment, and I'm still living in it now.
I remember my class teacher told us it was time for us to learn how to write our own names (I learnt how to write my first name when I was three, but now we were expected to write our full name) and she told us to practice at home. I used up lots and lots of paper writing my name, and I filled up the empty spaces with little hearts.
When I was seven (hooray!!! Primary school begins!!), my mother brought me to Kimnovak, where I got my very first school uniform. I was soooo excited. On the first day of school, I made friends with a pair of twins and another girl named Ju Yee.
My best friend was Abigail and Sarah, and we stuck with each other all the time.
In the following year, Abigail told me the devil was going to bring me to hell. And I believed her. Then, Sarah migrated to Australia. A few years ago, I found her again (yay!!) through Friendster. I have her e-mail and her MSN Messenger contact, but we don't talk to each other anymore.
When I was nine, I took the PTS examination and I skipped Primary Four.
In Primary Five, I had a whole new bunch of friends, but we didn't last long.
In Primary Six, I was streamed into Enam Biru and again, I had to make new friends with my new classmates. There, I met my current best friends, Yong Xing and Jia Ling. I was made prefect. Muahahahaha!!!!! Now I have authority over all the little kiddies!!!!!
My mother forced me to study for my UPSR examinations, and I cried.
I achieved straight A's.
I was a little disorientated in Form One, and I slacked. I improved a little in Form Two, though. It was the best year of my schooling life. Young enough not to be too stressed out yet, but matured enough to handle everyday problems. We really had fun. And I had my first taste of BGR (boy-girl relationship). I decided there and then that I didn't want to get involved ever again.
Form Three was terrible. Study, study, study. Stupid PMR.
However, I achieved straight A's for that, too.
Form Four was hell. It made Form Three seem like kindergarten. I almost failed my Add Math, and I hated Physics. I didn't understand a thing.
It got a little better in the following year. Add Math became my favorite subject, and I did pretty well in Physics. Not in history though. During my finals, I drank too much coffee. I was admitted into hospital right after my final paper was over.
SPM pretty much sucked.
I didn't achieve straight A1's. Had straight A's, though.
College life is nice, but I still miss school. Further Math makes Add Math seem like child's play.
Now that college is over, I look forward to what the future brings.
I know today's entry is kinda boring. Sorry.
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Sunday, 25 November 2007
My acomplishment
I woke up at 6 a.m. this morning.
*patting myself on the back*
Phew! What an accomplishment.
Something awful has just happened, and I'm not in the mood of blogging. Sorry.
*patting myself on the back*
Phew! What an accomplishment.
Something awful has just happened, and I'm not in the mood of blogging. Sorry.
Saturday, 24 November 2007
I'm going, I'm going not.
OMG, YOU JUST HAVE TO READ THIS. SUPER DAMN FREAKING HILARIOUS MAN! I would have laughed till my jaw dropped, if only it wasn't so late and everyone was already sleeping.
And you just HAVE to watch that video.
You know, that's partly why I love Kenny Sia so much. His wit never fail to amuse me.
2 weeks ago, I got a call from Marcus.
Him: Hey, Rachel, dya wanna visit Penang Hill?
Me: Hmm. (I never was the outdoor kind; I'd rather spend my day in an air-conditioned shopping mall.)
Him: So?
Me: I'm not too sure. Who else is going?
Him: The usual people lah. Kevin, CWJ, and Renee. Hock Hsiang might be joining us. Oh, and my mum too.
Me: Uh...
Him: Haiyo, so can or not?
Me: But when, and why?
Him: The week after our exams, on a Sunday morning. To khiuk sampah (literally, collect rubbish). It's an event in collaboration with the Gotong-royong Campaign.
And I have always thought only idiots with nothing better to do participate in these events.
Me: HUA!! MORNING AH! AND TO KHIUK SAMPAH! (I was imagining myself in an MPPP uniform)
Him: Uh, yeah...
Me: You do know that I never wake up in the mornings, right? (Who on earth does, when you have the privilege of sleeping in till past noon?) And to collect rubbish? I assume it's supposed to be a voluntary thing?
Him: ...
Let me ask you. Who on earth wakes up early on a Sunday (the laziest day of the week) morning, just to pick up rubbish other people leave behind?
Me: And what do I get in return for picking up other people's litter?
Him: Uh...well, you get a free T-shirt, and a free bottle of mineral water? Oh, and a free ticket for a trip up Penang Hill!
Oh, right. a T-shirt that I'd rather die than be seen in, and a bottle of water which I can easily buy for 90 cents from Cold Storage. And I'm to thank them for the free trip?
Me: HAIYO, OF COURSE THEY MUST GIVE US A TRIP UP PENANG HILL LAH! OR ELSE HOW ARE WE GOING TO PICK UP THEIR RUBBISH? THEY EXPECT US TO PAY FOR OUR OWN TICKET UP, JUST TO COLLECT THEIR RUBBISH AH?
Him: Well....
Me: And that is all? No cash rewards, no lucky draws, no nothing?
Him: Haiyo, it's voluntary work mah. I was just asking if you wanted to go. It's ok if you don't want to.
No, its not that. It's just that, my brain is having a terribly hard time figuring out why you would be interested in going in the first place.
Me: OK lah, Ok lah. I go. But only because you ask me to. I give you face nia.
Him: Thank you very much then.
Sheesh. Sarcasm.
To go, or not to go?
I had almost decided on going. However, there is another problem at hand. How am I going to tell my mum about this trip?
I can imagine her reaction:
HAHAHAHA!!! YOU GO THERE TO COLLECT RUBBISH????!!!???? I'VE NEVER KNOWN YOU TO BE SUCH A PERSON!!! WHERE IS THE SELFISH AND CALCULATIVE RACHEL LIEW THAT I KNOW? YOU, COLLECT RUBBISH? HUA, AM I DREAMING, OR IS THE SKY FALLING DOWN?
I just can't bear the humiliation.
Last Tuesday, Marcus gave me the free T-shirt (oh, goodie! freebies!) we are supposed to wear on Sunday. The front of the shirt is printed in large, bold letters:
AKTIVITI GOTONG-ROYONG. KEMPEN ANTI NYAMUK DAN KEBERSIHAN.
Oh, and there is even a cute yellow butterfly at the side.
I've been meaning to ask Marcus. Do they allow us to wear masks there? You know, those sheets of plastic or paper with two holes for the eyes, meant to cover our faces?
Maybe I will ask him tomorrow.
Yesterday, Marcus called again.
Him: Hey, you're coming on Sunday, right?
Me: I guess.
Him: We will have to assemble at the foot of the hill by 7.45 a.m..
YOU CRAZY OR WHAT!!!!!!!!! 7.45 FREAKING A.M.!!!!!!!!! ISN'T THAT THE TIME KIDS GO TO SCHOOL???!!??? WHICH MEANS I WILL HAVE TO WAKE UP AT SIX IN THE MORNING?????
7.45 A.M LEH!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not.
Decisions, decisions.
And you just HAVE to watch that video.
You know, that's partly why I love Kenny Sia so much. His wit never fail to amuse me.
2 weeks ago, I got a call from Marcus.
Him: Hey, Rachel, dya wanna visit Penang Hill?
Me: Hmm. (I never was the outdoor kind; I'd rather spend my day in an air-conditioned shopping mall.)
Him: So?
Me: I'm not too sure. Who else is going?
Him: The usual people lah. Kevin, CWJ, and Renee. Hock Hsiang might be joining us. Oh, and my mum too.
Me: Uh...
Him: Haiyo, so can or not?
Me: But when, and why?
Him: The week after our exams, on a Sunday morning. To khiuk sampah (literally, collect rubbish). It's an event in collaboration with the Gotong-royong Campaign.
And I have always thought only idiots with nothing better to do participate in these events.
Me: HUA!! MORNING AH! AND TO KHIUK SAMPAH! (I was imagining myself in an MPPP uniform)
Him: Uh, yeah...
Me: You do know that I never wake up in the mornings, right? (Who on earth does, when you have the privilege of sleeping in till past noon?) And to collect rubbish? I assume it's supposed to be a voluntary thing?
Him: ...
Let me ask you. Who on earth wakes up early on a Sunday (the laziest day of the week) morning, just to pick up rubbish other people leave behind?
Me: And what do I get in return for picking up other people's litter?
Him: Uh...well, you get a free T-shirt, and a free bottle of mineral water? Oh, and a free ticket for a trip up Penang Hill!
Oh, right. a T-shirt that I'd rather die than be seen in, and a bottle of water which I can easily buy for 90 cents from Cold Storage. And I'm to thank them for the free trip?
Me: HAIYO, OF COURSE THEY MUST GIVE US A TRIP UP PENANG HILL LAH! OR ELSE HOW ARE WE GOING TO PICK UP THEIR RUBBISH? THEY EXPECT US TO PAY FOR OUR OWN TICKET UP, JUST TO COLLECT THEIR RUBBISH AH?
Him: Well....
Me: And that is all? No cash rewards, no lucky draws, no nothing?
Him: Haiyo, it's voluntary work mah. I was just asking if you wanted to go. It's ok if you don't want to.
No, its not that. It's just that, my brain is having a terribly hard time figuring out why you would be interested in going in the first place.
Me: OK lah, Ok lah. I go. But only because you ask me to. I give you face nia.
Him: Thank you very much then.
Sheesh. Sarcasm.
To go, or not to go?
I had almost decided on going. However, there is another problem at hand. How am I going to tell my mum about this trip?
I can imagine her reaction:
HAHAHAHA!!! YOU GO THERE TO COLLECT RUBBISH????!!!???? I'VE NEVER KNOWN YOU TO BE SUCH A PERSON!!! WHERE IS THE SELFISH AND CALCULATIVE RACHEL LIEW THAT I KNOW? YOU, COLLECT RUBBISH? HUA, AM I DREAMING, OR IS THE SKY FALLING DOWN?
I just can't bear the humiliation.
Last Tuesday, Marcus gave me the free T-shirt (oh, goodie! freebies!) we are supposed to wear on Sunday. The front of the shirt is printed in large, bold letters:
AKTIVITI GOTONG-ROYONG. KEMPEN ANTI NYAMUK DAN KEBERSIHAN.
Oh, and there is even a cute yellow butterfly at the side.
I've been meaning to ask Marcus. Do they allow us to wear masks there? You know, those sheets of plastic or paper with two holes for the eyes, meant to cover our faces?
Maybe I will ask him tomorrow.
Yesterday, Marcus called again.
Him: Hey, you're coming on Sunday, right?
Me: I guess.
Him: We will have to assemble at the foot of the hill by 7.45 a.m..
YOU CRAZY OR WHAT!!!!!!!!! 7.45 FREAKING A.M.!!!!!!!!! ISN'T THAT THE TIME KIDS GO TO SCHOOL???!!??? WHICH MEANS I WILL HAVE TO WAKE UP AT SIX IN THE MORNING?????
7.45 A.M LEH!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not. I'm going. I'm going not.
Decisions, decisions.
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Thursday, 22 November 2007
Splurges
My tennis skills has obviously deteriorated.
I was at Marcus' place yesterday, and we had a game of tennis together. All I can say is, we spent more time picking up balls than hitting them. And half of the time we did hit the ball, it went out. Twice, it almost fell in to the pond/river/lake/whateveryoucallit.
Bummer.
Then later at night, I had dinner with Yokey at KFC. I was so terribly hungry that I made the mistake of ordering 2 pieces of chicken, cheesy wedges, and that, uh, Wrapz. At least I think that's what it's called. Unfortunately, I was already filled after one and a half pieces of chicken. And there was still Wrapz and wedges left. Ugg.
We visited the night market nearby after that.
It has been years since my last visit to the night market; I always thought those cheap skate stuff to be of 'low standard'. Lo and behold, my visit last night changed my perspective a little. Of course, as expected, the clothes there were of low quality and I'd rather kill myself than be seen in those 'cheap, low-quality, no-brand' attire. I mean, just because a body hugging pink singlet has the word 'Roxy' carelessly imprinted across the front in faded colors, with a picture of a surfer girl beside it, I'm expected to believe it's not fake?
I salute to some people who actually have the guts to wear those 10-bucks-a-piece attire and stride proudly at shopping malls with a whiff of sophistication.
*scoffs*
However, the accessories there is a different matter altogether. Nail polishes were only 2 bucks per bottle. SUPER DIRT CHEAP!!!
I was just about to grab ten bottles when Yokey stopped me.
"Did you know that those could make your nails yellow?"
Well, actually I knew that, but I didn't give a damn. They were way too cheap for me to be bothered about what they can do to my nails.
"If you really want to buy nail polishes, at least go get them from Gurney Plaza. Those sold here aren't good for your nails," Yokey said as she dragged me away.
I was quiet for awhile. Then I said, "Oh! I get what you mean! You mean I shouldn't purchase those brandless, cheap skate products here because they might be bad for me?"
"HUSH! Don't say such things here!"
*blush* "Sorry."
A little while later, my attention was caught by a stall selling glittery stuff. (my eyes tend to divert easily towards glittery and shiny stuff, you know.) I saw a really, really,really cute brooch-like blueberry thingy, which cost only 4 bucks. 4 FREAKING BUCKS ONLY LEH! I WANT TO BUY!!!
There was just one problem. I didn't know what it was for.
The lady tending the store then told me it was a hair pin, and she even demonstrated how to use it.
Hmm. I hate using hair accessories but....
What the heck! I'll just buy it for the sake of it's cuteness! Besides, there is always the possibility that I might want to decorate my hair one day.
Fat chance.
The earrings there were cute too. ONLY 5 BUCKS PER PAIR!!! If you went to Vince and Co, it might have cost like 20 bucks or something!!! Of course, I purchased a pair too. Not that I wanted it badly, but it was waaaaayyyyyy too cheap a deal to give up!
There was also lots and lots of delicious food there, but I was already so bloated from the KFC I had earlier, I didn't have the chance to try them.
Overall, it was a great experience (except for the yucky mud and gravel) and I think I might want to visit it again if I have the chance. I might even get the nail polish next time.
Today I went to Gurney Plaza with Yokey and Siew.
Yeah, yeah, I know I've just been there three days ago, but you can't blame me. Penang is so freaking small, with so little shopping malls! Besides GP, there is practically no where else to go! Queensbay would be fine, if only it wasn't so freaking far from my place.
Trust me, I am getting bored of Gurney Plaza.
Anyway, we watched Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, and it was really interesting and amusing to see how the 'Mutant' responded to his nickname. Haha!
Damn, I'm broke. Again.
Not that it's entirely my fault. My allowance can only buy me peanuts. I didn't exactly spend that much. All I did was dye my hair, get a hair treatment, buy 2 books, and spend on other miscellaneous stuff like food, accessories, etc.
I've just downloaded a new game, Ghost Online. I'm gonna try it out.
Oh yeah, the hair pin now lies on my table, untouched.
I was at Marcus' place yesterday, and we had a game of tennis together. All I can say is, we spent more time picking up balls than hitting them. And half of the time we did hit the ball, it went out. Twice, it almost fell in to the pond/river/lake/whateveryoucallit.
Bummer.
Then later at night, I had dinner with Yokey at KFC. I was so terribly hungry that I made the mistake of ordering 2 pieces of chicken, cheesy wedges, and that, uh, Wrapz. At least I think that's what it's called. Unfortunately, I was already filled after one and a half pieces of chicken. And there was still Wrapz and wedges left. Ugg.
We visited the night market nearby after that.
It has been years since my last visit to the night market; I always thought those cheap skate stuff to be of 'low standard'. Lo and behold, my visit last night changed my perspective a little. Of course, as expected, the clothes there were of low quality and I'd rather kill myself than be seen in those 'cheap, low-quality, no-brand' attire. I mean, just because a body hugging pink singlet has the word 'Roxy' carelessly imprinted across the front in faded colors, with a picture of a surfer girl beside it, I'm expected to believe it's not fake?
I salute to some people who actually have the guts to wear those 10-bucks-a-piece attire and stride proudly at shopping malls with a whiff of sophistication.
*scoffs*
However, the accessories there is a different matter altogether. Nail polishes were only 2 bucks per bottle. SUPER DIRT CHEAP!!!
I was just about to grab ten bottles when Yokey stopped me.
"Did you know that those could make your nails yellow?"
Well, actually I knew that, but I didn't give a damn. They were way too cheap for me to be bothered about what they can do to my nails.
"If you really want to buy nail polishes, at least go get them from Gurney Plaza. Those sold here aren't good for your nails," Yokey said as she dragged me away.
I was quiet for awhile. Then I said, "Oh! I get what you mean! You mean I shouldn't purchase those brandless, cheap skate products here because they might be bad for me?"
"HUSH! Don't say such things here!"
*blush* "Sorry."
A little while later, my attention was caught by a stall selling glittery stuff. (my eyes tend to divert easily towards glittery and shiny stuff, you know.) I saw a really, really,really cute brooch-like blueberry thingy, which cost only 4 bucks. 4 FREAKING BUCKS ONLY LEH! I WANT TO BUY!!!
There was just one problem. I didn't know what it was for.
The lady tending the store then told me it was a hair pin, and she even demonstrated how to use it.
Hmm. I hate using hair accessories but....
What the heck! I'll just buy it for the sake of it's cuteness! Besides, there is always the possibility that I might want to decorate my hair one day.
Fat chance.
The earrings there were cute too. ONLY 5 BUCKS PER PAIR!!! If you went to Vince and Co, it might have cost like 20 bucks or something!!! Of course, I purchased a pair too. Not that I wanted it badly, but it was waaaaayyyyyy too cheap a deal to give up!
There was also lots and lots of delicious food there, but I was already so bloated from the KFC I had earlier, I didn't have the chance to try them.
Overall, it was a great experience (except for the yucky mud and gravel) and I think I might want to visit it again if I have the chance. I might even get the nail polish next time.
Today I went to Gurney Plaza with Yokey and Siew.
Yeah, yeah, I know I've just been there three days ago, but you can't blame me. Penang is so freaking small, with so little shopping malls! Besides GP, there is practically no where else to go! Queensbay would be fine, if only it wasn't so freaking far from my place.
Trust me, I am getting bored of Gurney Plaza.
Anyway, we watched Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, and it was really interesting and amusing to see how the 'Mutant' responded to his nickname. Haha!
Damn, I'm broke. Again.
Not that it's entirely my fault. My allowance can only buy me peanuts. I didn't exactly spend that much. All I did was dye my hair, get a hair treatment, buy 2 books, and spend on other miscellaneous stuff like food, accessories, etc.
I've just downloaded a new game, Ghost Online. I'm gonna try it out.
Oh yeah, the hair pin now lies on my table, untouched.
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Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Sarcasm
I had this little 'conversation' with Yokey. For the convenience of you readers, I have made the fonts red and blue, so as to avoid confusion. Mine is red, Yokey's is blue. (If you find this conversation lengthy and boring, you can always scroll down to the black fonts, where my real blog entry shall begin.)
X and Y are jointly normally distributed with the population correlation coefficient P.
?
That's the stupid assumption u have to make when carrying out a Chi-squared test in Further Math. I'm just trying to kill my boredom.
I didn't know i was such boring company. Thanks for reminding me.
My pleasure
How generous of u to offer that tidbit of information. I'll make sure I store it for future reference.
I'm glad u appreciate it. Some people are so ungrateful, they just ignore anything I tell them.
Well, they're just unable to see how "useful" those information could be.....
Some people. *sigh* I'm just glad you're not like them.
And i appreciate your concern on my well-being.
That's what friends are for!! They understand each other and they appreciate one another! Awwww you're my best friend............
Indeed. Your bluntness makes u extremely "endearing".
I know. That's why people love me!
Should I be appalled by your ignorance or congratulate you on successfully securing a place on my hit list?
I'm not ignorant!!!! My mind merely chooses not to know things.
Ahh. the infamous state of denial.
I'm not in denial. I just choose not to agree.
Am I to assume that u deny it then??
Well its up to u how you want to perceive it.There is no wrong or right. There is just Rachel's acceptable opinion, and your unacceptable one.
Ahahahahaha!!! you know, I've always doubted your sanity as well as the extent of your vanity. And here I thought that the world revolved around me.
Your doubt is unacceptable. The world does not revolve around you. It revolves around me.
And I'm sure you'd wish to rectify this mistake of mine? As amusing as it is to hear you say that, I'm afraid I have to disagree. The world revolves around me and only me!
That opinion of yours is, obviously, unacceptable, because only mine is.
But of course, I won't force u into accepting my opinion, because I respect your freedom of speech.
I happen to wonder where you get these ridiculous ideas from. But ah~ As you have respected mine, I will extend the same courtesy to you.
As you can see, each and everyone of us are politically correct in some way or other. But mine is just more acceptable than yours.
Merely politically correct, never near the truth. And something that is socially acceptable is more often than not a very elaborate fabricated lie. Though I by no means am accusing you.
But of course, that was just a general statement you made, which may or may not be true. And is debatable.
True, but I believe we've digressed. Do you not agree?
I cannot say if i agree or not.
And pray tell, why not?
A simple yes or no to your question would be too...uh....
Ahahahahaha! Yes?
It would just prove that my vocabulary is limited.
And your inability to complete the sentence before does not?
Therefore, I feel obliged to explain to you my deep thought opinions.
I see. Then humour me with those deep thoughts of yours.
First, what exactly have we digressed from?
About how unpleasant a company I could be?
Right. And I cannot say a definite yes or no to your question, because our conversation is in some way linked to that topic. Or else we wouldn't even be talking about what we are talking about in the first place, right?
But I believe your bantering prowess has taken us far, far from the main topic.
It hasn't.
How sure are you of that?
It just seems to you that it has because of the incapability of your mind to comprehend our argument. The topic of conversation of how unpleasant a company you are has lead to a subtopic, which can eventually lead us to the answer to the said main topic. However, we branched out from that subtopic, to another subsubtopic, in order to come to a decision on our subtopic, so that we can come to a decision on our main topic. You see, it's called mind mapping.
And if it is true that you are weary of my company, why, pray tell, are you still bantering with me?
I may be weary but i am a very determined person. However, obviously this isn't getting us anywhere near the solution of our main concern. What motion do you suggest?
I'd suggest we adjourn to another day, seeing as we are both currently unable to generate more insults to fling at each other.
As much as I'd like to agree with you, I'm afraid I cannot because that would contradict the fact that my opinions are always right and yours is always wrong.
I do wonder how u happen upon that theory.
This frivolous talk itself shows how unacceptable your words are. I'd suggest we adjourn to another time, to give your mind time to comprehend my words.
And in the end you agree with me? Why, I am pleased with this outcome.
No, I do not agree with you.
Then why would u second my motion to adjourn?
Your motion was to adjourn to another day; mine is to adjourn to another time. Obviously your comprehension isn't working very well. to be fair, I shall give u time to prepare.
Is it? of that I am unaware. However, I do believe I have won this round.
I acknowledge the fact that reading goes much easier without comprehension, but in arguments, comprehension is vital. We adjourn, and there is no winner yet. Of course, the fact is, the winner is me because whatever i say is always acceptable, but just to satisfy you we shall continue this another time.
The reason why I posted this conversation here is because I have put in too much effort for it to go to waste.
You think want to argue with Yokey very easy ah? Must crack my brain one, ok!
I think my level of sarcasm has plummeted rock bottom, due to the intensive preparation for my Further Math exam.
Nonetheless.
I received my monthly Mensa magazine today, and I came across of the articles. Supposedly the author wanted to attend one of the Mensa annual dinners, and his friend actually asked him, "Why would you want to have dinner with a bunch of nerds?"
EXCUSE ME, WHO ARE YOU CALLING A NERD?
Yeah, I may be smart, and it's understandable that you may be jealous of me because you are not eligible to be a Mensan but I am, which goes to show that I AM SMARTER THAN YOU! However, that does NOT mean all Mensans are nerds!
I am not going to waste my time arguing about this obviously stereotyped and biased opinion of some ignorant people.
Oh yeah, I just dyed my hair today. I wanted it to be a little red, but it came out brown instead. however, the dyeing only cost me RM 75, which is quite cheap if you ask me. So, I threw in a hair treatment, which cost RM 50.
*Sigh*
Why do I always spend on impulse?
I hope I get a high paying job in the future to support my luxurious life. I just can't imagine myself being thrifty. That is just....not me.
You know how most young adults live with their parents these days? I think I shall do just that. Sure, you don't get as much freedom as when you live alone, but there are lots of benefits:
1. You don't have to do your own laundry.
2. You don't have to clean the house.
3. You don't have to pay for the bills. (Hence, more shopping money.)
4. You still have your parents as your last resort if you are really broke.
5. you don't have to worry about being independent. Yet.
Of course, this is only applicable to the female species, since most girls (correct me if I am wrong) prefer guys who are independent, right?
I'm telling you, it's not fair!!! Marcus gets a Nokia N95 and I still have to stick to my old SE W900i! I want a new phone!! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!
I also want that Wii, the iPhone, and the iPod touch screen. Oh, and an Apple notebook!! I hope I get straight A's for my A-Levels examinations. Then maybe I can get my parents to buy me that highly coveted Wii.
My apologies if today's entry isn't very entertaining or interesting; it's 3 a.m. and I'm just too darn sleepy to be witty anymore. Besides, I already drained my brain empty while arguing with Yokey a little while ago.
I've gotta go sleep now. I need to wake up early tomorrow for a round of tennis with Marcus.
X and Y are jointly normally distributed with the population correlation coefficient P.
?
That's the stupid assumption u have to make when carrying out a Chi-squared test in Further Math. I'm just trying to kill my boredom.
I didn't know i was such boring company. Thanks for reminding me.
My pleasure
How generous of u to offer that tidbit of information. I'll make sure I store it for future reference.
I'm glad u appreciate it. Some people are so ungrateful, they just ignore anything I tell them.
Well, they're just unable to see how "useful" those information could be.....
Some people. *sigh* I'm just glad you're not like them.
And i appreciate your concern on my well-being.
That's what friends are for!! They understand each other and they appreciate one another! Awwww you're my best friend............
Indeed. Your bluntness makes u extremely "endearing".
I know. That's why people love me!
Should I be appalled by your ignorance or congratulate you on successfully securing a place on my hit list?
I'm not ignorant!!!! My mind merely chooses not to know things.
Ahh. the infamous state of denial.
I'm not in denial. I just choose not to agree.
Am I to assume that u deny it then??
Well its up to u how you want to perceive it.There is no wrong or right. There is just Rachel's acceptable opinion, and your unacceptable one.
Ahahahahaha!!! you know, I've always doubted your sanity as well as the extent of your vanity. And here I thought that the world revolved around me.
Your doubt is unacceptable. The world does not revolve around you. It revolves around me.
And I'm sure you'd wish to rectify this mistake of mine? As amusing as it is to hear you say that, I'm afraid I have to disagree. The world revolves around me and only me!
That opinion of yours is, obviously, unacceptable, because only mine is.
But of course, I won't force u into accepting my opinion, because I respect your freedom of speech.
I happen to wonder where you get these ridiculous ideas from. But ah~ As you have respected mine, I will extend the same courtesy to you.
As you can see, each and everyone of us are politically correct in some way or other. But mine is just more acceptable than yours.
Merely politically correct, never near the truth. And something that is socially acceptable is more often than not a very elaborate fabricated lie. Though I by no means am accusing you.
But of course, that was just a general statement you made, which may or may not be true. And is debatable.
True, but I believe we've digressed. Do you not agree?
I cannot say if i agree or not.
And pray tell, why not?
A simple yes or no to your question would be too...uh....
Ahahahahaha! Yes?
It would just prove that my vocabulary is limited.
And your inability to complete the sentence before does not?
Therefore, I feel obliged to explain to you my deep thought opinions.
I see. Then humour me with those deep thoughts of yours.
First, what exactly have we digressed from?
About how unpleasant a company I could be?
Right. And I cannot say a definite yes or no to your question, because our conversation is in some way linked to that topic. Or else we wouldn't even be talking about what we are talking about in the first place, right?
But I believe your bantering prowess has taken us far, far from the main topic.
It hasn't.
How sure are you of that?
It just seems to you that it has because of the incapability of your mind to comprehend our argument. The topic of conversation of how unpleasant a company you are has lead to a subtopic, which can eventually lead us to the answer to the said main topic. However, we branched out from that subtopic, to another subsubtopic, in order to come to a decision on our subtopic, so that we can come to a decision on our main topic. You see, it's called mind mapping.
And if it is true that you are weary of my company, why, pray tell, are you still bantering with me?
I may be weary but i am a very determined person. However, obviously this isn't getting us anywhere near the solution of our main concern. What motion do you suggest?
I'd suggest we adjourn to another day, seeing as we are both currently unable to generate more insults to fling at each other.
As much as I'd like to agree with you, I'm afraid I cannot because that would contradict the fact that my opinions are always right and yours is always wrong.
I do wonder how u happen upon that theory.
This frivolous talk itself shows how unacceptable your words are. I'd suggest we adjourn to another time, to give your mind time to comprehend my words.
And in the end you agree with me? Why, I am pleased with this outcome.
No, I do not agree with you.
Then why would u second my motion to adjourn?
Your motion was to adjourn to another day; mine is to adjourn to another time. Obviously your comprehension isn't working very well. to be fair, I shall give u time to prepare.
Is it? of that I am unaware. However, I do believe I have won this round.
I acknowledge the fact that reading goes much easier without comprehension, but in arguments, comprehension is vital. We adjourn, and there is no winner yet. Of course, the fact is, the winner is me because whatever i say is always acceptable, but just to satisfy you we shall continue this another time.
The reason why I posted this conversation here is because I have put in too much effort for it to go to waste.
You think want to argue with Yokey very easy ah? Must crack my brain one, ok!
I think my level of sarcasm has plummeted rock bottom, due to the intensive preparation for my Further Math exam.
Nonetheless.
I received my monthly Mensa magazine today, and I came across of the articles. Supposedly the author wanted to attend one of the Mensa annual dinners, and his friend actually asked him, "Why would you want to have dinner with a bunch of nerds?"
EXCUSE ME, WHO ARE YOU CALLING A NERD?
Yeah, I may be smart, and it's understandable that you may be jealous of me because you are not eligible to be a Mensan but I am, which goes to show that I AM SMARTER THAN YOU! However, that does NOT mean all Mensans are nerds!
I am not going to waste my time arguing about this obviously stereotyped and biased opinion of some ignorant people.
Oh yeah, I just dyed my hair today. I wanted it to be a little red, but it came out brown instead. however, the dyeing only cost me RM 75, which is quite cheap if you ask me. So, I threw in a hair treatment, which cost RM 50.
*Sigh*
Why do I always spend on impulse?
I hope I get a high paying job in the future to support my luxurious life. I just can't imagine myself being thrifty. That is just....not me.
You know how most young adults live with their parents these days? I think I shall do just that. Sure, you don't get as much freedom as when you live alone, but there are lots of benefits:
1. You don't have to do your own laundry.
2. You don't have to clean the house.
3. You don't have to pay for the bills. (Hence, more shopping money.)
4. You still have your parents as your last resort if you are really broke.
5. you don't have to worry about being independent. Yet.
Of course, this is only applicable to the female species, since most girls (correct me if I am wrong) prefer guys who are independent, right?
I'm telling you, it's not fair!!! Marcus gets a Nokia N95 and I still have to stick to my old SE W900i! I want a new phone!! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!
I also want that Wii, the iPhone, and the iPod touch screen. Oh, and an Apple notebook!! I hope I get straight A's for my A-Levels examinations. Then maybe I can get my parents to buy me that highly coveted Wii.
My apologies if today's entry isn't very entertaining or interesting; it's 3 a.m. and I'm just too darn sleepy to be witty anymore. Besides, I already drained my brain empty while arguing with Yokey a little while ago.
I've gotta go sleep now. I need to wake up early tomorrow for a round of tennis with Marcus.
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Monday, 19 November 2007
Exam is over!!!!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXAM IS OVER, OVER OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This day signifies the end of my A-Levels course.
YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I AM!!!!!!!!!!
A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!
And it seemed like it was just yesterday that I was celebrating the final day of SPM.
Wait. I still need time to digest this.
OMG A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT AND PROBABLY THE TOUGHEST EXAM IN MY ENTIRE LIFE IS OVER!!!!!!! THIS FEELING IS SOOOOOOOOOOO GREAT!!!!
This is waaaaaay better than the final day of SPM.
Today's paper was Further Mathematics Paper 2. I'm not sure if I flunked it (though I think I'm quite confident of myself) but I don't care. A-Levels is over!!!! Time to give my books away!! Time to dump those past years papers.
And hence, the reopening of my blog.
My apologies, readers. I have been away for 2 months, hibernating in my room, preparing for the Big Exam.
I'm back.
I'm just so excited, I don't know what to type first. Oh yeah, my agenda.
Now that my exam is over (OMG I JUST FEEL SO EXCITED EVERY TIME THIS FACT REGISTERS IN MY BRAIN), I have lots and lots of stuff on my to-do list.
1. Buy new PSP games.
2. Buy hair dryer, and nail polish remover.
3. Buy a new casing for my W900i. (My old casing is kinda scratched all over.)
4. Spend, spend, and spend at Singapore. (I shall blog more about this when I get back from there.)
5. Eat, eat, and eat at Japan. (With a little more spending thrown in.)
6. Learn how to drive.
7. Apply for entry into universities. I hope I get into Nanyang!
8. Dye my hair.
9. Watch animes.
10. Go shopping every single day.
11. Spend every free time I've got Mapling.
12. Get a manicure.
I'm certainly most excited about agenda number 4.
Since I know my parents will never give me much to spend at Singapore, I plan to use some of my bank savings. And, just this once, I am going to spend without thinking twice. I shall cash anything I favor without looking at price tags, and I won't care how ridiculously priced an item is.
Hey, I don't get to do that often, you know. Just this once, I want to spoil myself.
The best thing is, of course, my parents aren't there to control my spending. I'm going to Singapore with Marcus, Kevin, and Renee. Yay!!!!
OMG MY EXAM IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!! I'M FREE!!!! MORE FREE THAN I EVER HAVE BEEN!!!! THIS IS SOOO MUCH BETTER THAN WHEN I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL!!!!
Please excuse my sudden bursts of excitement at random intervals; I still need time to digest the fact that (OMG ITS OVER!!!!!!!!) my exam is *OMG OMG OMG* over.
I just came back from a movie. the Bee Movie. I can't say it was really good, but it was entertaining. It was a little ridiculous though, that no matter how the plane in the movie turned and twisted, the passengers in the plane didn't feel a thing, and they were all still very composed.
Oh, and kids, just so you know, pollen DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT make flowers grow instantly. And dead flowers will not resurrect when u sprinkle pollen on them.
The bee wasn't even cute. I imagined it to be small, round, and chubby, but it looked like it had too many human features. Even it's face was human-like. I'd rather if it were bug like and cute and fuzzy.
Unfortunately, I didn't spend much today. All I bought was a book from Popular. That doesn't count as real spending (though the book did cost me a fortune, at RM 69.90), does it? I mean, real spending means shopping, which means buying stuff which is, uh, shoppable? You know. Clothes, accessories, jewellery, shoes. Those kind of stuff.
Oh, and I'm sure you have heard of the game Need For Speed? Mine is the Most Wanted version; I'm playing it on my PSP. I've managed to climb the blacklist up to the 2nd rank, but that's how far I can get. I just can't seem to beat the boss on the top of the blacklist. *Sigh*. I guess I'm just not much of a gamer. For all of you car racing experts out there, please help me!!!!
EXAM IS OVER!!!!!! I'M FREEEEEEEE!!!!!! NO MORE STUDYING FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! TO ALL YOU STUDENTS OUT THERE, YOU MUST BE SOOOOOOO JEALOUS!!!!!
*Ahem*
WHY CRUNCHYROLL LICENSE ALL THE ANIME THAT I WANT TO WATCH ONE!!!! SHEESH!!!!
FINE LOR!!! I GO AND BUY THE DVD LOR!!!!!!! BLOODSUCKERS!!!
I'm so addicted to Facebook. I've gotta go fight people now.
I shall be back tomorrow.
EXAM IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MUAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
EXAM IS OVER, OVER OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This day signifies the end of my A-Levels course.
YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I AM!!!!!!!!!!
A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!
And it seemed like it was just yesterday that I was celebrating the final day of SPM.
Wait. I still need time to digest this.
OMG A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT AND PROBABLY THE TOUGHEST EXAM IN MY ENTIRE LIFE IS OVER!!!!!!! THIS FEELING IS SOOOOOOOOOOO GREAT!!!!
This is waaaaaay better than the final day of SPM.
Today's paper was Further Mathematics Paper 2. I'm not sure if I flunked it (though I think I'm quite confident of myself) but I don't care. A-Levels is over!!!! Time to give my books away!! Time to dump those past years papers.
And hence, the reopening of my blog.
My apologies, readers. I have been away for 2 months, hibernating in my room, preparing for the Big Exam.
I'm back.
I'm just so excited, I don't know what to type first. Oh yeah, my agenda.
Now that my exam is over (OMG I JUST FEEL SO EXCITED EVERY TIME THIS FACT REGISTERS IN MY BRAIN), I have lots and lots of stuff on my to-do list.
1. Buy new PSP games.
2. Buy hair dryer, and nail polish remover.
3. Buy a new casing for my W900i. (My old casing is kinda scratched all over.)
4. Spend, spend, and spend at Singapore. (I shall blog more about this when I get back from there.)
5. Eat, eat, and eat at Japan. (With a little more spending thrown in.)
6. Learn how to drive.
7. Apply for entry into universities. I hope I get into Nanyang!
8. Dye my hair.
9. Watch animes.
10. Go shopping every single day.
11. Spend every free time I've got Mapling.
12. Get a manicure.
I'm certainly most excited about agenda number 4.
Since I know my parents will never give me much to spend at Singapore, I plan to use some of my bank savings. And, just this once, I am going to spend without thinking twice. I shall cash anything I favor without looking at price tags, and I won't care how ridiculously priced an item is.
Hey, I don't get to do that often, you know. Just this once, I want to spoil myself.
The best thing is, of course, my parents aren't there to control my spending. I'm going to Singapore with Marcus, Kevin, and Renee. Yay!!!!
OMG MY EXAM IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A-LEVELS IS OVER!!!! I'M FREE!!!! MORE FREE THAN I EVER HAVE BEEN!!!! THIS IS SOOO MUCH BETTER THAN WHEN I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL!!!!
Please excuse my sudden bursts of excitement at random intervals; I still need time to digest the fact that (OMG ITS OVER!!!!!!!!) my exam is *OMG OMG OMG* over.
I just came back from a movie. the Bee Movie. I can't say it was really good, but it was entertaining. It was a little ridiculous though, that no matter how the plane in the movie turned and twisted, the passengers in the plane didn't feel a thing, and they were all still very composed.
Oh, and kids, just so you know, pollen DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT make flowers grow instantly. And dead flowers will not resurrect when u sprinkle pollen on them.
The bee wasn't even cute. I imagined it to be small, round, and chubby, but it looked like it had too many human features. Even it's face was human-like. I'd rather if it were bug like and cute and fuzzy.
Unfortunately, I didn't spend much today. All I bought was a book from Popular. That doesn't count as real spending (though the book did cost me a fortune, at RM 69.90), does it? I mean, real spending means shopping, which means buying stuff which is, uh, shoppable? You know. Clothes, accessories, jewellery, shoes. Those kind of stuff.
Oh, and I'm sure you have heard of the game Need For Speed? Mine is the Most Wanted version; I'm playing it on my PSP. I've managed to climb the blacklist up to the 2nd rank, but that's how far I can get. I just can't seem to beat the boss on the top of the blacklist. *Sigh*. I guess I'm just not much of a gamer. For all of you car racing experts out there, please help me!!!!
EXAM IS OVER!!!!!! I'M FREEEEEEEE!!!!!! NO MORE STUDYING FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! TO ALL YOU STUDENTS OUT THERE, YOU MUST BE SOOOOOOO JEALOUS!!!!!
*Ahem*
WHY CRUNCHYROLL LICENSE ALL THE ANIME THAT I WANT TO WATCH ONE!!!! SHEESH!!!!
FINE LOR!!! I GO AND BUY THE DVD LOR!!!!!!! BLOODSUCKERS!!!
I'm so addicted to Facebook. I've gotta go fight people now.
I shall be back tomorrow.
EXAM IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MUAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Friday, 21 September 2007
My dramatic life
I just realised how many people have actually linked me up, and how many people actually read my blog. The guilty feeling of not updating my blog for such a long time has finally got to me. So, here I am.
Hello, readers. I'm back.
Not that I have anything really interesting to blog about. No, don't get me wrong. It's not that my life has become mundane and boring. On the contrary, my life is becoming more and more like those typical Cantonese/Korean/Taiwanese soapy dramas. Yes, some things will never happen in real life; we only see them in dramas. And some of us, especially us, the female species (no offense, fellow girls, I'm a female too), wish and wish and wish that we could be in those 'thrilling' situations Cantonese/Korean/Taiwanese female actresses often find themselves stuck in. But, earth to us, we realise that we will never, ever, ever be in their shoes.
We're plain, fat, and boring girls. Who on earth would ever take notice of us?
Surprise, surprise. For the past few days, my life has taken on a roller coaster ride - and a thrilling one at that, too.
You should be so jealous of me. I'm finally experiencing one of those 'superficial' moments that most people think would never, ever, ever happen to them.
The thing is, this stuff is sort of, uh, private. So I can't share it with you guys.
I'm such a show-off, I know.
So you see, I don't really have anything interesting to blog about after all (ref. 3rd paragraph, 1st line).
*Sigh*...I wish I could blog somemore, but I've got to go. My Physics lecture begins at 1.
Oh yeah, don't expect me to be back anytime soon; I'm too busy fussing myself with my new dramatic life.
Besides, my final exam is coming very, very, very soon.
Hello, readers. I'm back.
Not that I have anything really interesting to blog about. No, don't get me wrong. It's not that my life has become mundane and boring. On the contrary, my life is becoming more and more like those typical Cantonese/Korean/Taiwanese soapy dramas. Yes, some things will never happen in real life; we only see them in dramas. And some of us, especially us, the female species (no offense, fellow girls, I'm a female too), wish and wish and wish that we could be in those 'thrilling' situations Cantonese/Korean/Taiwanese female actresses often find themselves stuck in. But, earth to us, we realise that we will never, ever, ever be in their shoes.
We're plain, fat, and boring girls. Who on earth would ever take notice of us?
Surprise, surprise. For the past few days, my life has taken on a roller coaster ride - and a thrilling one at that, too.
You should be so jealous of me. I'm finally experiencing one of those 'superficial' moments that most people think would never, ever, ever happen to them.
The thing is, this stuff is sort of, uh, private. So I can't share it with you guys.
I'm such a show-off, I know.
So you see, I don't really have anything interesting to blog about after all (ref. 3rd paragraph, 1st line).
*Sigh*...I wish I could blog somemore, but I've got to go. My Physics lecture begins at 1.
Oh yeah, don't expect me to be back anytime soon; I'm too busy fussing myself with my new dramatic life.
Besides, my final exam is coming very, very, very soon.
Friday, 14 September 2007
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Friend Test
I'm feeling a little lazy lately, so please excuse the lack of posts. However, do feel free to take my Friend Test to see how well you know me. Do drop comments on what you think of it!
Create your own Friend Test here
Create your own Friend Test here
Monday, 10 September 2007
Me, Myself, and I.
I am in love with Myself. My best friend, Me revealed that she was a little jealous about it. She didn't mind much though, as long as I still kept my promise to be her best friend forever.
Oh by the way, I am going to an Italian opera performance with Marcus, WJ, and Kevin on Wednesday. I hope Myself won't mind that much. I am bringing Me along to the performance, too. I told Myself that I really, really wanted to spend some quality time with my friends. It took a little persuading, buy finally I got permission from Myself to bring Me along.
Just last night, I had only 2 hours of sleep. I went to bed at 12 a.m. but I was too busy tossing Myself around in bed, trying to get Myself to sleep that I didn't get any. At around 2 a.m., I got so fed up so I tried to tire my eyes out by playing with my PSP. Unfortunately, that didn't work because after 30 minutes of PSP-ing, I still felt as energetic as ever. I began tossing and turning Myself again. I even counted sheep. Then, I got awfully frustrated so I decided to ease Myself by visiting the bathroom. I took a glance at my mobile phone. Oh shit. 4 a.m. already. I went to bed.
The next thing I knew, my dad was waking me up. At six-friggin -a.m..
This isn't the first time I have experienced lack of sleep. I think I'm having insomnia.
As for now, I am getting more and more worried by the minute as I still have much to study for my upcoming exams. Shit.
And its really frustrating having to refer to Myself in 3 different forms. Can't I just have my own freedom and type whatever I want? Why must I be under the control of Myself?
Oh no. I think I am going to develop split personalities soon.
At least I can still drown Myself (pun intended) in the hope that one of my personalities might be a little more like Sleepy, the dwarf from Snow White, so that my body can finally get some sleep.
Oh by the way, I am going to an Italian opera performance with Marcus, WJ, and Kevin on Wednesday. I hope Myself won't mind that much. I am bringing Me along to the performance, too. I told Myself that I really, really wanted to spend some quality time with my friends. It took a little persuading, buy finally I got permission from Myself to bring Me along.
Just last night, I had only 2 hours of sleep. I went to bed at 12 a.m. but I was too busy tossing Myself around in bed, trying to get Myself to sleep that I didn't get any. At around 2 a.m., I got so fed up so I tried to tire my eyes out by playing with my PSP. Unfortunately, that didn't work because after 30 minutes of PSP-ing, I still felt as energetic as ever. I began tossing and turning Myself again. I even counted sheep. Then, I got awfully frustrated so I decided to ease Myself by visiting the bathroom. I took a glance at my mobile phone. Oh shit. 4 a.m. already. I went to bed.
The next thing I knew, my dad was waking me up. At six-friggin -a.m..
This isn't the first time I have experienced lack of sleep. I think I'm having insomnia.
As for now, I am getting more and more worried by the minute as I still have much to study for my upcoming exams. Shit.
And its really frustrating having to refer to Myself in 3 different forms. Can't I just have my own freedom and type whatever I want? Why must I be under the control of Myself?
Oh no. I think I am going to develop split personalities soon.
At least I can still drown Myself (pun intended) in the hope that one of my personalities might be a little more like Sleepy, the dwarf from Snow White, so that my body can finally get some sleep.
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Dedicated post
It has been awhile since my last post. Blame the never-ending assignments piling up on my study table (Okay, maybe it is partly my fault for not finishing my homework on time. But still...).
I know I'm supposed to be revising in the library right now, but against my better judgement, I'm in the General Lab typing away.
Damn, I'm hungry. It's already 12.50 pm and I haven't had my lunch yet. I plan to have lunch with Yokey later. At 2 pm.
At. 2. pm.
I'm probably going to die of hunger, considering the fact that all I ate for breakfast was half a banana (it was partially rotten. Eww.), a few pieces of papaya and several sips of Japanese tea.
I know, I know. You are probably thinking I'm definitely going to have to rush to the toilet to answer nature's call anytime now.
Well, that's the point. I woke up this morning with a bulging tummy. And constipation. After eating all those food for breakfast, I have not even the slightest sensation of having to 'go'. The feeling in my tummy is awfully, awfully uncomfortable. Plus, I'm hungry. That makes things worse.
I wish I could 'go'. Tummy ache, please come soon. I have been waiting all morning.
I notice that I have put on a lil weight, too. That's the price I have to pay for being happy.
Yup, I am happy. I'm contented with my current life. I love my friends and everyone around me. Life is almost perfect (except for the assignments piling up on my table; I choose to ignore them). However, being in a good mood all the time stimulates my appetite and I notice that I'm eating more during meals. Unlike the measly handful of rice I had during my 'depression period'.
*Sigh*.
Being fat is too high a price to pay for being happy. Sometimes I almost wish I could go back to the times when I felt that it wasn't worth living anymore, when I spent most of my waking hours crying my eyes out, and when I totally lost my appetite. At least I felt good about my body.
Regardless.
I'm feeling very happy and contented with my current life and I feel really lucky to have true friends whom I know will always be by my side no matter what happens. I feel loved. And I feel like I belong. This feeling is so great, I can't find the words to describe it. So, yeah, even if I have put on a little weight and I'm having constipation, I'm still happy. Because I have everything I want. True friends who are always by my side, my family, and... my phone, my PSP, my desktop PC, my radio, my clothes/accessories, and cash.
Hey, material stuff plays a significant role in my life too.
Not everyone is as lucky as I am.
Last but not least, I want to dedicate this post to one of my best friends, Kevin, who was always by my side when I was down. He helped me get back to the right track. Thanks, Kevin. You are a true friend.
I know I'm supposed to be revising in the library right now, but against my better judgement, I'm in the General Lab typing away.
Damn, I'm hungry. It's already 12.50 pm and I haven't had my lunch yet. I plan to have lunch with Yokey later. At 2 pm.
At. 2. pm.
I'm probably going to die of hunger, considering the fact that all I ate for breakfast was half a banana (it was partially rotten. Eww.), a few pieces of papaya and several sips of Japanese tea.
I know, I know. You are probably thinking I'm definitely going to have to rush to the toilet to answer nature's call anytime now.
Well, that's the point. I woke up this morning with a bulging tummy. And constipation. After eating all those food for breakfast, I have not even the slightest sensation of having to 'go'. The feeling in my tummy is awfully, awfully uncomfortable. Plus, I'm hungry. That makes things worse.
I wish I could 'go'. Tummy ache, please come soon. I have been waiting all morning.
I notice that I have put on a lil weight, too. That's the price I have to pay for being happy.
Yup, I am happy. I'm contented with my current life. I love my friends and everyone around me. Life is almost perfect (except for the assignments piling up on my table; I choose to ignore them). However, being in a good mood all the time stimulates my appetite and I notice that I'm eating more during meals. Unlike the measly handful of rice I had during my 'depression period'.
*Sigh*.
Being fat is too high a price to pay for being happy. Sometimes I almost wish I could go back to the times when I felt that it wasn't worth living anymore, when I spent most of my waking hours crying my eyes out, and when I totally lost my appetite. At least I felt good about my body.
Regardless.
I'm feeling very happy and contented with my current life and I feel really lucky to have true friends whom I know will always be by my side no matter what happens. I feel loved. And I feel like I belong. This feeling is so great, I can't find the words to describe it. So, yeah, even if I have put on a little weight and I'm having constipation, I'm still happy. Because I have everything I want. True friends who are always by my side, my family, and... my phone, my PSP, my desktop PC, my radio, my clothes/accessories, and cash.
Hey, material stuff plays a significant role in my life too.
Not everyone is as lucky as I am.
Last but not least, I want to dedicate this post to one of my best friends, Kevin, who was always by my side when I was down. He helped me get back to the right track. Thanks, Kevin. You are a true friend.
Saturday, 1 September 2007
naughty and vain
Today, my family and I had dinner at a restaurant. After ordering our food, I went out to the washroom. On the way out, a waiter smiled at me and complimented that I looked cute.
Yeah, I guess he was sort of flirting with me. But I don't mind. It boosts my confidence and self-esteem.
Anyway, my main point here is...
I'M CUTE!
So there, Kevin! I told you I'm cute! And I'm sure lots of other people think I am too.
I'm so vain.
* * * *
The other day at college, I got bored and decided to get a little cheeky.
I whacked WS for no apparent reason. Just to get his attention.
He responded by whacking Michele instead.
I responded by pinching WS. He, in turn, pinched Mich.
I rested my arm on his shoulder. He rested his on Mich's shoulder.
I kicked his foot. He kicked Mich's.
I hit his arm. He hit Mich's.
The cycle went on and on and on. With poor Mich yelping helplessly all the way. And the others watching with amusement.
Then, I decided to get naughty. I slapped WS's chest.
*evil grin*
Yeah, I guess he was sort of flirting with me. But I don't mind. It boosts my confidence and self-esteem.
Anyway, my main point here is...
I'M CUTE!
So there, Kevin! I told you I'm cute! And I'm sure lots of other people think I am too.
I'm so vain.
* * * *
The other day at college, I got bored and decided to get a little cheeky.
I whacked WS for no apparent reason. Just to get his attention.
He responded by whacking Michele instead.
I responded by pinching WS. He, in turn, pinched Mich.
I rested my arm on his shoulder. He rested his on Mich's shoulder.
I kicked his foot. He kicked Mich's.
I hit his arm. He hit Mich's.
The cycle went on and on and on. With poor Mich yelping helplessly all the way. And the others watching with amusement.
Then, I decided to get naughty. I slapped WS's chest.
*evil grin*
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Type this sentence with your eyes closed
First trial:
typr this sentence with tour eyes ckised
Second trial:
thpe this sentence with youe eues closed
Third trial:
thpe this sentence with your eyes closed
Fourth trial:
thpr this sentence with your eues closed
Fifth trial:
thte thos sentence with your eies closed (Dammit, this has so many mistakes)
Sixth trial:
type this sencence with your eues closed ('sencence'? What was I thinking?)
Seventh trial:
type this sentence woth your eieis closed (Damn this is so frustrating)
Eighth trial:
thpe this sentence woth your eues closed (Wth is wrong with me?)
Ninth trial:
typethis sentence woth your eues closed
Tenth trial:
type this sentence with yoir eies closed (....)
Final trial:
type this sentence with yoir eies closed
DAMMIT, I GIVE UP!
I can never be a typing pro. The best I could do was the third trial, where I made only one mistake. I don't know what made me do this, anyway. It's a waste of time and I'm getting myself more and more frustrated. Why am I challenging myself to type perfectly?
Forget it. For some unknown reason, I realise that I have been doing lots of thinking lately. And after going through this period of time, I finally realise that ignorance is bliss. I don't want to know what's going to happen to my social life. I don't want to care if my social life will be ruined. I don't want to care what people think of me. 'Cause when I start thinking of all these, I begin to wonder if I'm really happy after all. Having lots and lots of friends, does it really make me happy?
All I see right now is emptiness. Complete vanity.
Therefore, I don't want to think of these anymore. I'd rather read a novel or watch TV, drowning myself in another world, to escape reality. I know it isn't right, to avoid reality like this. But life is too harsh. I can't bear to face it. Every time I do, I break down. I just can't.
My apologies for being moody today. I haven't been myself lately. And BBS (Blogger's block Syndrome) is back so I can't do much typing.
So sorry.
typr this sentence with tour eyes ckised
Second trial:
thpe this sentence with youe eues closed
Third trial:
thpe this sentence with your eyes closed
Fourth trial:
thpr this sentence with your eues closed
Fifth trial:
thte thos sentence with your eies closed (Dammit, this has so many mistakes)
Sixth trial:
type this sencence with your eues closed ('sencence'? What was I thinking?)
Seventh trial:
type this sentence woth your eieis closed (Damn this is so frustrating)
Eighth trial:
thpe this sentence woth your eues closed (Wth is wrong with me?)
Ninth trial:
typethis sentence woth your eues closed
Tenth trial:
type this sentence with yoir eies closed (....)
Final trial:
type this sentence with yoir eies closed
DAMMIT, I GIVE UP!
I can never be a typing pro. The best I could do was the third trial, where I made only one mistake. I don't know what made me do this, anyway. It's a waste of time and I'm getting myself more and more frustrated. Why am I challenging myself to type perfectly?
Forget it. For some unknown reason, I realise that I have been doing lots of thinking lately. And after going through this period of time, I finally realise that ignorance is bliss. I don't want to know what's going to happen to my social life. I don't want to care if my social life will be ruined. I don't want to care what people think of me. 'Cause when I start thinking of all these, I begin to wonder if I'm really happy after all. Having lots and lots of friends, does it really make me happy?
All I see right now is emptiness. Complete vanity.
Therefore, I don't want to think of these anymore. I'd rather read a novel or watch TV, drowning myself in another world, to escape reality. I know it isn't right, to avoid reality like this. But life is too harsh. I can't bear to face it. Every time I do, I break down. I just can't.
My apologies for being moody today. I haven't been myself lately. And BBS (Blogger's block Syndrome) is back so I can't do much typing.
So sorry.
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