*gasps*.. How long is too long????
Anyway... Finals..are finally around the corner...
Corner as in.. THIS TUESDAY..
And yes... If I passed, Dublin it is..
if I failed.. Re-sitting of paper..... which nobody wants..
Well.. let's assume I will pass so that everybody can be thrilled of the idea of me going to Dublin..
(not like you care)...
You know, funny things about exams....are
you get more interested in world history and other stuffs rather than the core subject...
Good luck!
PS. After exams, I promise to manage this pathetic site more often...
(I love bear bear)
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
August, august, august.
I'm officially starting college on the 20th of September..
Damn long weh....
And after all that, I'll be moving in to my new apartment on 12th. Then all the cleaning and moving and buying start.. Does that mean I have to sleep there on my own, alone after 12th? (parents have to keep the money flowin ma)...
Oh shit.
Housemates will only be moving in, around 15th.. so.. 2 nights on my own??!! I think I probably be sleeping with all the lights on.
See, August has not passed and I'm rambling about September already.
Well, August, August, August.
August. has always been the scariest month in the year. Because according to the Chinese Calender, August. is not August, instead August is July, but they don't call July as July in the calender thus, it is called The Seventh Lunar Month... which is practically.. ----> Ghost Month... The month, where you know you have bad luck or just no bad luck.
Because if you have bad luck, you see things that you don't want to see.. only on this month la. Because Hades is opening the hell gates, and all those hungry spirits will roam all the kaki lima in Malaysia, and China, and Singapore, and HongKong ? any countries which celebrates the Hungry Ghost Festival.
I think it's not considered a celebration, more like an obligation.to feed them.
Of course, not to mention stages will be raised and all the chinese opera crew will start dancing, singing.. some unknown ancient chinese songs, with very very very high deafening pitch. What to do? Ghosts happy, we also happy. But apparently this year, I heard people want to add a modern twist into this tradition. Now, there are suggestion to improve the audience, by replacing the old to the young. With short skirts, body hugging/belly revealing outfits. The more skin the better la.. Accompanied by head banging modern songs, and hot sizzling hips swinging dances... I bet they will attract more ghosts.. male one perhaps.. What happen to the guys??? I don't see them suggesting them going topless??
But this month is different.. (or maybe it's not, because I only realised about it this year). Ghost month, is 1 day before Ramadhan.
So you have a bunch of hungry dead things roaming around at night, and a bunch of hungry people roaming around in the day.
Mostly, I will be thrilled when Ramadhan's here because this implies that Hari Raya is soon, and I get to balik kampung and makan my grandmama's rendang..... I have to crave it for 1 year, so that when the time comes I will appreciate it. and I get to wear baju kurung.. which is kinda lame excuse, but let me be happy with this fact, will ya?
But for the fasting part.... urgh. Seriously. I want to fast.. but every year, it was always not counted. because I end up sleeping from morning till the time to break fast. I remembered some one told me to go eat in the toilet because I cannot be seen eating.... wth?
Oh ya, that reminds me of one incident. I remembered going to some movies with Veena.. I think we were watching "Heart" you know?? the indonesian love story film.. Yeah, and we enter the cinema with popcorns and coke. Large size some more. When the film start, you can hear the sound of popcorns being crack between our teeth, the sound of slurping a coke, and the smell of the caramel popcorn.. All of this, came from only us... Until halfway during the show, I suddenly realised it was Bulan Puasa. No wonder, all the malay people where staring at us...... but the show was nice..... and the song.. was to die for...
See, till now the lyrics is still stuck in my head..
Well, definitely it won't happened this year, because Miss Veena, is far away in Perth.... Boo hooo..
Damn long weh....
Ok maybe not that long, since it's raya week. Yeah well, I only raya for 3 days.. and that's it. The other days, I would just spend my time watching other family going here and there to all those rumah terbuka, raya filems on the tv, raya songs here there and everywhere, while my raya mood just said
Bye bye, jumpa lagi tahun depan.
Not a big deal anyway, at least once a year I get the malay feel and start singing raya songs to myself.And after all that, I'll be moving in to my new apartment on 12th. Then all the cleaning and moving and buying start.. Does that mean I have to sleep there on my own, alone after 12th? (parents have to keep the money flowin ma)...
Oh shit.
Housemates will only be moving in, around 15th.. so.. 2 nights on my own??!! I think I probably be sleeping with all the lights on.
See, August has not passed and I'm rambling about September already.
Well, August, August, August.
August. has always been the scariest month in the year. Because according to the Chinese Calender, August. is not August, instead August is July, but they don't call July as July in the calender thus, it is called The Seventh Lunar Month... which is practically.. ----> Ghost Month... The month, where you know you have bad luck or just no bad luck.
Because if you have bad luck, you see things that you don't want to see.. only on this month la. Because Hades is opening the hell gates, and all those hungry spirits will roam all the kaki lima in Malaysia, and China, and Singapore, and HongKong ? any countries which celebrates the Hungry Ghost Festival.
I think it's not considered a celebration, more like an obligation.to feed them.
Of course, not to mention stages will be raised and all the chinese opera crew will start dancing, singing.. some unknown ancient chinese songs, with very very very high deafening pitch. What to do? Ghosts happy, we also happy. But apparently this year, I heard people want to add a modern twist into this tradition. Now, there are suggestion to improve the audience, by replacing the old to the young. With short skirts, body hugging/belly revealing outfits. The more skin the better la.. Accompanied by head banging modern songs, and hot sizzling hips swinging dances... I bet they will attract more ghosts.. male one perhaps.. What happen to the guys??? I don't see them suggesting them going topless??
But this month is different.. (or maybe it's not, because I only realised about it this year). Ghost month, is 1 day before Ramadhan.
So you have a bunch of hungry dead things roaming around at night, and a bunch of hungry people roaming around in the day.
Mostly, I will be thrilled when Ramadhan's here because this implies that Hari Raya is soon, and I get to balik kampung and makan my grandmama's rendang..... I have to crave it for 1 year, so that when the time comes I will appreciate it. and I get to wear baju kurung.. which is kinda lame excuse, but let me be happy with this fact, will ya?
But for the fasting part.... urgh. Seriously. I want to fast.. but every year, it was always not counted. because I end up sleeping from morning till the time to break fast. I remembered some one told me to go eat in the toilet because I cannot be seen eating.... wth?
Oh ya, that reminds me of one incident. I remembered going to some movies with Veena.. I think we were watching "Heart" you know?? the indonesian love story film.. Yeah, and we enter the cinema with popcorns and coke. Large size some more. When the film start, you can hear the sound of popcorns being crack between our teeth, the sound of slurping a coke, and the smell of the caramel popcorn.. All of this, came from only us... Until halfway during the show, I suddenly realised it was Bulan Puasa. No wonder, all the malay people where staring at us...... but the show was nice..... and the song.. was to die for...
" Bila kita mencintai yang lain,
mungkinkah hati ini akan tegar,
sebisa mungkin, tak akan pernah,
sayangku akan hilang........."
See, till now the lyrics is still stuck in my head..
Well, definitely it won't happened this year, because Miss Veena, is far away in Perth.... Boo hooo..
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The difference
between Malaysian and Singaporean Driving.
In Singapore,
Everybody drives safe.
You keep to your lane, I keep to mine.
I want to be fast, but there's a speed limit.
I'll stop when it's red,
and go when it's green,
and slow down when it's yellow.
I want to make U-turn,
but I won't because the sign says it's illegal.
I do reverse parking,
to be more systematic and easy.
I park
at proper parking place
In Malaysia,
We drive like we just don't care,
You want to cut in my lane,
I drive faster
You still insist to cut,
I overtake you from behind
and honk you all the way through
I want to be fast,
Screw the damn signs,
it's time for fast and furious
Colour blind, so we are
only without traffic police
when it's green,
we go,
when it's red,
we still go.. cautiously
when it's yellow,
we go even faster.
I want to do a U-turn,
I'll will just do a U-turn
unless if there's a police hiding under the tree
I don't do reverse parking,
because it's not easy to snatch others parking.
I'm space efficient,
that's why I park anywhere with spaces between.
Who cares if that car can't come out.
Not my problem.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Toys, toys, and more toys......
I didn know that we have so much soft toys..
Today, I went on a soft toy hunt in my house... and.. the numbers of soft toys we have in the house.. was shocking...
Unless you are a fanatic maniac fan of soft toys and teddy bears, 27 is A LOT TO ME.. and If I were to give it to an orphanage, I can make 27 orphans fly to the sky..
and not to mention, the dust that those soft toys carry on their lifeless body.. Do you know how much dust mite inhabiting in 1 bear??
plus, we have serious allergies to anything related to dust.. So if 1 teddy bear is enough to make us sneeze our nose off, itches our eyes till it drop, and stay in bed as if we got a bird flu.... imagine 27 toys.....
I think the toys just killed us.
Well, don't get me wrong... even with allergies, I really do love teddies or doggies that resemble a bear. They are so cute even though they are deaf and dumb. Too bad, I can only see them from afar.. and not snuggle with them when I sleep.
So, let me introduce the soft toys family to you.. This is the first and last time you will ever get to see them, because I'm packing them up and keeping them away.. maybe if I have the time I would give them away..
Let's start from the biggest of all..
1. Name: Christmas (Note the Christmas costume)
Given by a dear Friend..... (she doesn't want the bear... that explains it all)
2. Name: Happy
Given by another dear friend ( as a gift..)
3. Name: Mr Lonely
Given by brother... (apparently he gave it to his girlfriend, they broke up, bear comes back, go figure)
4. Name: Bugs Bunny
Given by a another different dear friend..which is supposed to be given to my sister.
5. Name: Droopy
I don't know where did he come from. But because he's sad and droopy, thus the name.
6. Name: Kopitiam
Cute and coffee in colour, thus the name.
7. Name: Femo
This is the 1st bear that I've ever bought for myself.. It was simply love at first sight.. spotted her with that pweety dress, sitting alone, emoing.... that's why I bought her, and turns out she's the last of her kin!! (Femo- female emo bear)
8. Name: Melboy
The baby version of Melman in Madagascar... and I seriously do not know how, where and when he came.
9. Name: Monkeybabe
I find the name pretty cute...and thus, the name.
10. Name: Ba-be... (yes, pronounce it exactly like how it is)
11. Name: Cocky
It's a Cocker Spaniel.. it's one type of breed of many breeds...
12. Name: Easter Bun Bun
This is how easter bunny looks like when he got sick
13. Name: Hush Hush
Got it from Hush Puppies... long long time ago..
14. Name: Ban Ban
Yes, it's a panda... Seriously, if her nose was straight, she won't look so retarded like now.
15. Name: Nino..
She's half albino.. without red eyes. ( won by a friend in a carnival game)
16. Name: Baby Tassy
I won her in a carnival game .....
17. Name: Sustagen
I think this bear was a free gift from Sustagen
18. Name: ... Winnie the Pooh Bear...( you know his name.. so obvious)
19. Name: Sleepy
Because he's always sleepy
20. Name: Mickey the talking Mouse. ( If you don't know this, then you must have a very terrible childhood)
21. Name: Cyber
Siberian Husky given by a good friend as a parting gift..
22. Name:Nigger. (Aw, I'm sorry.. I'm just joking) .. Son Gongoon (Son Gohan's illegitmate son.. )
Evolution occurs fast...
23. Name: Love-Me-Hate-God (Devil's son)
This was given...to my brother ... from his childhood girlfriend..
24. Name: Heart-me
I think it was also given by my bro's long time childhood girlfriend.
25. Name: Mr I-don't-know-what-am-I
WTF is this??!!
26. Name: Poky Poky
Do the hokey poky people!!
Last but not least, the smallest of all...
27. Name: Small pot
A tiny baby panda.. from Beijing..
Oh.. another extra addition .. that.. we simply just can't eliminate..
Name: Ning Ning
Nickname: Mummy/Daddy's Lil girl, Pretender, Cry Baby, Innocent lil' devil, Destroyer
and thus.. ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY... gettting ready to be packed and stored away....
Spot the difference... Can you??? Look closer.
or else I can have all the teddies in the world.
Today, I went on a soft toy hunt in my house... and.. the numbers of soft toys we have in the house.. was shocking...
I found 27 soft toys.
Unless you are a fanatic maniac fan of soft toys and teddy bears, 27 is A LOT TO ME.. and If I were to give it to an orphanage, I can make 27 orphans fly to the sky..
and not to mention, the dust that those soft toys carry on their lifeless body.. Do you know how much dust mite inhabiting in 1 bear??
plus, we have serious allergies to anything related to dust.. So if 1 teddy bear is enough to make us sneeze our nose off, itches our eyes till it drop, and stay in bed as if we got a bird flu.... imagine 27 toys.....
I think the toys just killed us.
Well, don't get me wrong... even with allergies, I really do love teddies or doggies that resemble a bear. They are so cute even though they are deaf and dumb. Too bad, I can only see them from afar.. and not snuggle with them when I sleep.
So, let me introduce the soft toys family to you.. This is the first and last time you will ever get to see them, because I'm packing them up and keeping them away.. maybe if I have the time I would give them away..
(*All names in this entry are fictitious, made up and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)
Let's start from the biggest of all..
Given by a dear Friend..... (she doesn't want the bear... that explains it all)
Given by another dear friend ( as a gift..)
Given by brother... (apparently he gave it to his girlfriend, they broke up, bear comes back, go figure)
4. Name: Bugs Bunny
Given by a another different dear friend..which is supposed to be given to my sister.
5. Name: Droopy
I don't know where did he come from. But because he's sad and droopy, thus the name.
6. Name: Kopitiam
Cute and coffee in colour, thus the name.
7. Name: Femo
This is the 1st bear that I've ever bought for myself.. It was simply love at first sight.. spotted her with that pweety dress, sitting alone, emoing.... that's why I bought her, and turns out she's the last of her kin!! (Femo- female emo bear)
8. Name: Melboy
The baby version of Melman in Madagascar... and I seriously do not know how, where and when he came.
I find the name pretty cute...and thus, the name.
10. Name: Ba-be... (yes, pronounce it exactly like how it is)
It's a Cocker Spaniel.. it's one type of breed of many breeds...
This is how easter bunny looks like when he got sick
13. Name: Hush Hush
Got it from Hush Puppies... long long time ago..
14. Name: Ban Ban
Yes, it's a panda... Seriously, if her nose was straight, she won't look so retarded like now.
15. Name: Nino..
She's half albino.. without red eyes. ( won by a friend in a carnival game)
16. Name: Baby Tassy
I won her in a carnival game .....
17. Name: Sustagen
I think this bear was a free gift from Sustagen
18. Name: ... Winnie the Pooh Bear...( you know his name.. so obvious)
19. Name: Sleepy
Because he's always sleepy
20. Name: Mickey the talking Mouse. ( If you don't know this, then you must have a very terrible childhood)
21. Name: Cyber
Siberian Husky given by a good friend as a parting gift..
22. Name:
Evolution occurs fast...
23. Name: Love-Me-Hate-God (Devil's son)
This was given...to my brother ... from his childhood girlfriend..
24. Name: Heart-me
I think it was also given by my bro's long time childhood girlfriend.
25. Name: Mr I-don't-know-what-am-I
WTF is this??!!
26. Name: Poky Poky
Do the hokey poky people!!
Last but not least, the smallest of all...
27. Name: Small pot
A tiny baby panda.. from Beijing..
Oh.. another extra addition .. that.. we simply just can't eliminate..
Name: Ning Ning
Nickname: Mummy/Daddy's Lil girl, Pretender, Cry Baby, Innocent lil' devil, Destroyer
and thus.. ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY... gettting ready to be packed and stored away....
Spot the difference... Can you??? Look closer.
P.S I hate my allergy... Seriously......
or else I can have all the teddies in the world.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Welcoming the Brother Homee..
My bro's back from Can-can Land.. (Can-ada)..
I'm supposed to be thrill.. like super duper fucking thrill because it's sibling time.. yeah, but that was days ago, when he actually just stepped out of the arrival zone... and we had the 3 minutes of family moments
Here's the recap of the family moment scene..
First, we waited, anxiously for bro to come out
then, we kept on waiting....
and waiting....
after 1 hour, we were still waiting.. by the time, the big sis lost the anxious feeling.. but lil sis was still waiting..
15 minutes later, Bro walks out...
and tats when the 3 minutes start..
1st minute.
lil sis ran... on full speed, dashing head on, sprinted with never before seen a face of pure bliss and happiness, into the speed of light, to infinity and beyond (ah, you get it) towards her long time no see bro....
they hugged... embraced... jumped with happiness, burst into a euphoric scene, a brother and sister moment..
she said,
2nd minute.
the mother walks to her son... they embrace... again..mum kiss son, son don't kiss mum... kinda flinched away..... teenagers..... always thinks that they're too cool for mum kisses now...
then mum, son and irritating but at that moment, cute lil sis walks towards the dad and the big sis, who was witnessing the big dramatic scene...
3rd minute.
dad says hi.. bro says hi back.
Dad teased son, son chuckled...
The big sis said hi, bro says hi back
then launched into big conversation
little sis trys to take bro attention,
fails.
epic fails...
she trys again, with the help of mum,
bro forced to play with her...
Big sis got annoyed...
then... there goes the family moments.. after that it was just constant irritation and jealousy all the way back home.
and, the next day... it was just a normal day.... plain.. boring.. nothing much.. no life... wasted (ah, you get it)....
I'm supposed to be thrill.. like super duper fucking thrill because it's sibling time.. yeah, but that was days ago, when he actually just stepped out of the arrival zone... and we had the 3 minutes of family moments
Here's the recap of the family moment scene..
First, we waited, anxiously for bro to come out
then, we kept on waiting....
and waiting....
after 1 hour, we were still waiting.. by the time, the big sis lost the anxious feeling.. but lil sis was still waiting..
15 minutes later, Bro walks out...
and tats when the 3 minutes start..
1st minute.
lil sis ran... on full speed, dashing head on, sprinted with never before seen a face of pure bliss and happiness, into the speed of light, to infinity and beyond (ah, you get it) towards her long time no see bro....
they hugged... embraced... jumped with happiness, burst into a euphoric scene, a brother and sister moment..
she said,
kor kor, you're back !! you're back! I misssseeddd yoooouuu..
the brother say,awww I misssss you too!!..
2nd minute.
the mother walks to her son... they embrace... again..mum kiss son, son don't kiss mum... kinda flinched away..... teenagers..... always thinks that they're too cool for mum kisses now...
then mum, son and irritating but at that moment, cute lil sis walks towards the dad and the big sis, who was witnessing the big dramatic scene...
3rd minute.
dad says hi.. bro says hi back.
Dad teased son, son chuckled...
The big sis said hi, bro says hi back
then launched into big conversation
little sis trys to take bro attention,
fails.
epic fails...
she trys again, with the help of mum,
bro forced to play with her...
Big sis got annoyed...
then... there goes the family moments.. after that it was just constant irritation and jealousy all the way back home.
and, the next day... it was just a normal day.... plain.. boring.. nothing much.. no life... wasted (ah, you get it)....
Friday, June 18, 2010
Caster away!
It's mid June..... and it's nowhere near September... crazy as it sounds... I'm fed off moping around at home... I want to get back to class, where stress, pressure and crazy weird freaks known as nerds exist... it's better than having to get stuck in some transition/waiting period where everybody's around you are having exams....
so to settle this unwanted feeling, I'm learning the art of skating......... not on ice.. but on the ground with some weird new cheap board called a caster board/ ripstick....
unlike the skateboard, it has 2 wheels instead of 4, thus making stability even harder...
and with my born-with-clumsiness nature, I think I'm going to have a great time.. maybe this time I can break something..
so, Yesterday, my mum bought a caster board from polo ground and... it was actually.. meant for my sister..
Yes.. My sister... she's 5... and she gets a caster board..... What do I get when I was 5???
Peter and Jane multi-pack story book... so not fair....
and there were lots of kids playing with the board.... KIDS... annoying brats that know how to run and act innocents... I don't see teenagers... I see midgets.. skating as if they were already skating in their mother's womb...
Casterboard normally looks like this...
cool rite??
instead, my mum chose this....
Of all board, she chose this..................... well, like I said.. it's for my sister..
so to move this thing.. all you have to do is to move your hips from here to there..... google it if u'r so curious..
easy as it sound....
well.. if it's so easy.....
I wouldn't have to fall
TWICE
on my butt...do you know how nerve-wreckingly painful to fall on your ass?? It's worst than getting it kick.
and I fell infront of my dog and my sister some more.....She laughed..... A five year old laughed, mockingly at me.. already with a sore ass, I get a hurt ego.
well at least after falling twice.... I manage to start moving.. so yeah me!
so to settle this unwanted feeling, I'm learning the art of skating......... not on ice.. but on the ground with some weird new cheap board called a caster board/ ripstick....
unlike the skateboard, it has 2 wheels instead of 4, thus making stability even harder...
and with my born-with-clumsiness nature, I think I'm going to have a great time.. maybe this time I can break something..
so, Yesterday, my mum bought a caster board from polo ground and... it was actually.. meant for my sister..
Yes.. My sister... she's 5... and she gets a caster board..... What do I get when I was 5???
Peter and Jane multi-pack story book... so not fair....
and there were lots of kids playing with the board.... KIDS... annoying brats that know how to run and act innocents... I don't see teenagers... I see midgets.. skating as if they were already skating in their mother's womb...
Casterboard normally looks like this...
instead, my mum chose this....
so to move this thing.. all you have to do is to move your hips from here to there..... google it if u'r so curious..
easy as it sound....
well.. if it's so easy.....
I wouldn't have to fall
on my butt...do you know how nerve-wreckingly painful to fall on your ass?? It's worst than getting it kick.
and I fell infront of my dog and my sister some more.....She laughed..... A five year old laughed, mockingly at me.. already with a sore ass, I get a hurt ego.
well at least after falling twice.... I manage to start moving.. so yeah me!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
If I were a boy, I don't think you could understand....
You know, eventually everybody will come to a point where they wish there was a "rewind" or "undo" button that can take them back to the past... in fact, I think not only we'll come to only one point, but many points that we always pull out the "what if" question.. We'll always think about the two road that diverged in the wood, that lousy poem that made us go pondering about the other road that wasn't taken...
I think that's everybody's guilty pleasure.. fantasizing about changing the past.. I actually spend most of my time doing that.. not that I regret living my life.
Well, it's not a crime actually.. I mean it's fun though.. maybe to some people, they keep regretting about the choices they made... I don't regret, but what will it be like to not choose this path but instead the other...It's not wrong... I have no second thoughts and I'm not reliving my past or anything.. just some guilty pleasure..if you have a problem, then it's your problem.. go fuck some one...
Ok let's make a list... everybody loves to make a list..
2. I would take up skateboarding, then I'll go participate in the Asian X games.. and win.. bahahaha
3. I would learn freestyle BMX, and participate in Asian X games... and win again... oh I'm so great.. bahahaha
( well, I know, girls can do it too....but when I was a lil girl, I'm so afraid of pain..if I were a boy, I would go, fuck the pain, give me some game.. )
4. I would go crazy on Dota, Warcraft, Counter strike, Left 4 dead, Need for speed, Dead or Alive.. then I would participate in the World Cyber Games.... and win... again..... oh yeah, I'm awesome.. bahahaha
(not that being a girl , I can't do any of this.. but so far, girls have much more self control)
5. I would do breakdancing... and break a leg.. or an arm.. better still my neck..
(not that being a girl I can't do this, but I'll have more courage)
6. I would want to try parkour.. (what is parkour? google it).... not pak tor k...... tat's totally different.
7. I would really really go and join the army... ( too bad, I'm a girl and I hate marching)
8. I would start a boy band and go slam my jam like some Sum 41 dude head..
9. I would try marijuana and cocaine.... (that's why, I'm a girl... )
10. I would really love physic
11. and end up being a engineer
12. or I would be the first person to invent the time machine
13. I would like computer and technology
14. and end up being a hacker
15. and I will hack the national security of some country...or better still.. my country..
16. I would love photography and get myself a DSLR.. (not that I hate it.. but if I were a boy, I would have more passion to go for it)
17. I would have ran away from home.... and explore the world on my own.. ( because I have the courage ... hah!) ... but to get the money to do that... I have no idea... O_O..
18. Medicine would never be my top priority unless someone in the family die (touchwood)
19. I would hate Edward Cullen
20. My room wouldn't be PINK.. for hell's sake... ( not that I'm loving pink now.. it's just that my mum confuse Purple and Pink.. and mad my rooom into some easter bunny hell hole)...
Well, if I were a boy..
I think that's everybody's guilty pleasure.. fantasizing about changing the past.. I actually spend most of my time doing that.. not that I regret living my life.
Well, it's not a crime actually.. I mean it's fun though.. maybe to some people, they keep regretting about the choices they made... I don't regret, but what will it be like to not choose this path but instead the other...It's not wrong... I have no second thoughts and I'm not reliving my past or anything.. just some guilty pleasure..if you have a problem, then it's your problem.. go fuck some one...
Ok let's make a list... everybody loves to make a list..
If I had to start again, what would I do.
1. Firstly, if I have the chance.. I would ask God to change me into a boy...why? because you can do a lot of head banging extreme stuff...like2. I would take up skateboarding, then I'll go participate in the Asian X games.. and win.. bahahaha
3. I would learn freestyle BMX, and participate in Asian X games... and win again... oh I'm so great.. bahahaha
( well, I know, girls can do it too....but when I was a lil girl, I'm so afraid of pain..if I were a boy, I would go, fuck the pain, give me some game.. )
4. I would go crazy on Dota, Warcraft, Counter strike, Left 4 dead, Need for speed, Dead or Alive.. then I would participate in the World Cyber Games.... and win... again..... oh yeah, I'm awesome.. bahahaha
(not that being a girl , I can't do any of this.. but so far, girls have much more self control)
5. I would do breakdancing... and break a leg.. or an arm.. better still my neck..
(not that being a girl I can't do this, but I'll have more courage)
6. I would want to try parkour.. (what is parkour? google it).... not pak tor k...... tat's totally different.
7. I would really really go and join the army... ( too bad, I'm a girl and I hate marching)
8. I would start a boy band and go slam my jam like some Sum 41 dude head..
9. I would try marijuana and cocaine.... (that's why, I'm a girl... )
10. I would really love physic
11. and end up being a engineer
12. or I would be the first person to invent the time machine
13. I would like computer and technology
14. and end up being a hacker
15. and I will hack the national security of some country...or better still.. my country..
16. I would love photography and get myself a DSLR.. (not that I hate it.. but if I were a boy, I would have more passion to go for it)
17. I would have ran away from home.... and explore the world on my own.. ( because I have the courage ... hah!) ... but to get the money to do that... I have no idea... O_O..
18. Medicine would never be my top priority unless someone in the family die (touchwood)
19. I would hate Edward Cullen
20. My room wouldn't be PINK.. for hell's sake... ( not that I'm loving pink now.. it's just that my mum confuse Purple and Pink.. and mad my rooom into some easter bunny hell hole)...
Well, if I were a boy..
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Vampires, ah Vampires..
Yes... Vampires..
Well, it just happened that I told my skeptic dad and mum about hearing bell sounds which is similar to the sound of the bell around my dogs' neck... and I've been hearing it for 1 whole week at 5am every morning.. EVERY morning... and it's not once... its a few times..I bet my dog loves to walk TO AND FRO.. directly outside my window.. everyday only at 5am... &; so happens, my oh-so-very-skeptic father suggested a theory
You know? Chinese vampire?? the chinese horrific easter bunny??
I realised that among all the vampires, the chinese vampires are the least fearful of all .. Compared to western vampires and pontianak...
No, seriously... Have you ever seen a chinese vampire?? (not that I've seen one) .
Their appearances are usually with red eyes, bloody mouth, half decayed tongue, downright horrifying rottened faces and they exist just to suck the life out of the living as if one is sucking the last drop of a Yakult bottle... ... yes, if that doesn't scare the shit out of you, it has already scared the shit out of me.... BUT.. once they start moving around, more like "hopping" ....even with such description above, it still hard to take them seriously.. because you probably be laughing your guts out... and with arms outstretched and hopping altogether.... I would definitely be laughing with 10 fingers pointing at them...
They're similar to easter bunnies, only minus the eggs and the big cute bunny eyes and bunny outfit ... and if a bunch of them appear, you can invite your friends over to watch their synchronized hopping performance... &; to stop them from sucking your life, you just have to find some yellow paper (Post-it papers will do) with talismen writing on it, and just stuck it up their forehead... They'll just freeze... take it out, they'll hop again..
Hop-freeze-hop-freeze-hop....
The girl in the picture is not running away from the big bad vampire nor is she crying.. She's probably running as fast as she can to call upon her friends to join her laughing fiesta...
Compared to the western ones, one will laugh non-stop at chinese vampires, but swoon and melt under the hands of a western ones...
For example.. Twilight..
Even though they're many anti-Edward fans out there, there are still millions of Edward Cullen fans out there who probably die to become Bella... Even Bella, cannot resist the temptation of being a vampire... Who wants more than anything in the world to be apart of a vampire family???? even the dad is so mouth-drooling hot... there is no such thing as fear..
Even with face like this...
forget about the fear for vampires, you probably be begging to be one of them
Ok.. maybe Twilight is not a good example..
What about Interview with the Vampire???
If Brad Pitt can pull a vampire look, I bet the real one would look more drop-dead breathtaking gorgeous....
and Count Dracula
the moment he says "I vant your bloood", girls are already lining up at his doorstep to become his immortal bride...
See... with face like that..
he get... women like this....
But, if you encounter something like the Pontianak... Go ahead and fear...fear all you can
No matter how beautiful she was last time, you wouldn't want to mess with something like that...
In some Malay folklore, they say Banshee (pontianak) are women who died in child birth and came back for revenge.. Of course lah revenge.... You go through hours and hours of labour and at the end.. you didn't even get to see your child and die in pain and without grace.... confirm bengang lah..
and coming back from the dead like this..
and not this..
would scare the hell out of the living....
but something like this... I would rather compare them to the Teracotta Soldiers...
Well, it just happened that I told my skeptic dad and mum about hearing bell sounds which is similar to the sound of the bell around my dogs' neck... and I've been hearing it for 1 whole week at 5am every morning.. EVERY morning... and it's not once... its a few times..I bet my dog loves to walk TO AND FRO.. directly outside my window.. everyday only at 5am... &; so happens, my oh-so-very-skeptic father suggested a theory
The Chinese Vampire Invasion..
You know? Chinese vampire?? the chinese horrific easter bunny??
I realised that among all the vampires, the chinese vampires are the least fearful of all .. Compared to western vampires and pontianak...
No, seriously... Have you ever seen a chinese vampire?? (not that I've seen one) .
Their appearances are usually with red eyes, bloody mouth, half decayed tongue, downright horrifying rottened faces and they exist just to suck the life out of the living as if one is sucking the last drop of a Yakult bottle... ... yes, if that doesn't scare the shit out of you, it has already scared the shit out of me.... BUT.. once they start moving around, more like "hopping" ....even with such description above, it still hard to take them seriously.. because you probably be laughing your guts out... and with arms outstretched and hopping altogether.... I would definitely be laughing with 10 fingers pointing at them...
They're similar to easter bunnies, only minus the eggs and the big cute bunny eyes and bunny outfit ... and if a bunch of them appear, you can invite your friends over to watch their synchronized hopping performance... &; to stop them from sucking your life, you just have to find some yellow paper (Post-it papers will do) with talismen writing on it, and just stuck it up their forehead... They'll just freeze... take it out, they'll hop again.. Hop-freeze-hop-freeze-hop....
The girl in the picture is not running away from the big bad vampire nor is she crying.. She's probably running as fast as she can to call upon her friends to join her laughing fiesta...
Compared to the western ones, one will laugh non-stop at chinese vampires, but swoon and melt under the hands of a western ones...
For example.. Twilight..
Even with face like this...
forget about the fear for vampires, you probably be begging to be one of them
Ok.. maybe Twilight is not a good example..
What about Interview with the Vampire???
If Brad Pitt can pull a vampire look, I bet the real one would look more drop-dead breathtaking gorgeous....
and Count Dracula
the moment he says "I vant your bloood", girls are already lining up at his doorstep to become his immortal bride... See... with face like that..
he get... women like this....
But, if you encounter something like the Pontianak... Go ahead and fear...fear all you can
No matter how beautiful she was last time, you wouldn't want to mess with something like that...
In some Malay folklore, they say Banshee (pontianak) are women who died in child birth and came back for revenge.. Of course lah revenge.... You go through hours and hours of labour and at the end.. you didn't even get to see your child and die in pain and without grace.... confirm bengang lah..
and coming back from the dead like this..
and not this..
would scare the hell out of the living....
but something like this... I would rather compare them to the Teracotta Soldiers...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Book Attraction
This week, I will make my final visit to MPH store.. before I exit this god damn country... Yes, to the MPH store.. I have 2 reasons to go there.. 1st to grab a few novels to let the time on the plane to be more interesting (which is kind off the main reason)... the 2nd (although its not the main reason, it's the urge that makes me go) to sneak the last peek on that cute guy who works there.. (ok... I think this the main reason).. Yes, I've been stalking this guy in MPH for almost a month...
So, it started with one random day, I decided to invest all my free time to books, so I took a trip to MPH.. So, as I was scanning for good reads, I spotted him behind me.. He was, of course a worker who works there as he was wearing the strikingly red uniform that all MPH staff wore, and he was arranging the books on the shelves... At first, I just ignored him like everyone does and continue to find books that catch my eye....but then, when he moved to the shelves next to me, I saw a great glimpse of his facial feature.... Suddenly, all my eyes darted towards that guy beside me.... He's quite tall.. of course much taller than me... oh ya, he's a chinese.. with such adorable eyes..... and did I mention that he was cute?? .. Well, he's cute to me.. So, there I was, staring at some strangers, with my mouth half opened... seriously, it was quite embarrassing and a weird thing to do...
Anyway, because of my height, he probably didn't notice me, not that he would anyway.. I'm just another customer in the shop... So, after arranging the books, he walked to the other shelves, oblivious to my existence.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hurt.... It's perfectly normal... But what's not normal.. to me.. because I never do this sort of thing and I don't do this kind of thing... I started to follow him around....wow.. what a stalker.. & when I realised myself doing such things, I think this is just completely ridiculous, so I walked back to my original shelves and start looking for good titles.. But occasionally, I would turn my head to find where he was..
& that wasn't it.. After that day, I started to go to the bookstore frequently.. FREQUENTLY.. as in.... one or two days in a week... Of course, I had an excuse to go there because I just finish reading and I need reloading of novels to pass my time...
Seriously, 3 months of doing nothing, really starts to do funny things to you.. During this 3 months, the internet is no longer an interest to me.. I blogged often to keep my thoughts intact.. I went on Facebook to check what is happening recently but I don't feel the need to ask more... What I see, is what I get.. Sometimes I get angry when I go on Facebook because I see so many unnecessary things which I don't want to elaborate.. True enough, I don't want to bother about the outside world.. I just want to be around books.. Yes, define bookworm.. I give you one right here.. Of course, 3 months of doing nothing also brought alot of realisation.. I realised I loved my sister more than I expected.. & I grew to be patient with her.. I hate to admit, but playing and singing with my sister was and still is, quite a joy.. I rather be with her than infront of the computer.. & when I'm not playing, I would indulged in my books..
Also, 3 months of doing nothing, just make me do things that I usually don't do...
for example, stalking that cute MPH staff... every few days in a week. Well, it's not exactly stalking, I would just go there and find books.. and occasionally, I would walked around and find him sitting at the counter or arranging books... Well I don't think I have crush on him.. I mean, I don't find myself day dreaming about him, but I just want to see him when I'm in the store.. I just want to look and observe him... & of course sometimes he notices me and sometimes our eyes met for 1 split second and I would burrow my head back into the books.. He does look at me, but maybe not in a weird way.. as I am still their regular customer..
Oh, He spoke to me too.. once.. If you call that speaking...He asked me whether I want to apply for membership card... Well, I rejected while I know I should have to make the time longer.. but silly me..
& last week, when I was helping out for the International Woman's Day event held in main centre of Jusco, I saw him again.. This time, without his red glowing uniform... It's his off day.. He saw me too.. I was coming up the escalator, while he walked past me.. I swear to fucking god he turned his head and looked at me for a split second....& then when I was at my booth table.. I saw him on the opposite side, walking.. & again.. I swear on to Holy Mother of all names.. that he looked at me.... from there.. to there..... I try not to sound so like lovestruck puppy.. because I know that I don't have that feelings towards him.. It's just that I like looking at him... See the difference??
Anyway..... I'm leaving next two weeks.. and probably the next trip to the book store would be the last time I see him... Well.. let's just say I want to keep him as a memory.. Well, call it fate, worker or customer.. we were meant to cross path...
If I ever have the chance to see him again.. I definately will marched up straight to him and say:
yes.. if I have the guts..
p.s till now, I've been to the bookstore for almost 10 times.
So, it started with one random day, I decided to invest all my free time to books, so I took a trip to MPH.. So, as I was scanning for good reads, I spotted him behind me.. He was, of course a worker who works there as he was wearing the strikingly red uniform that all MPH staff wore, and he was arranging the books on the shelves... At first, I just ignored him like everyone does and continue to find books that catch my eye....but then, when he moved to the shelves next to me, I saw a great glimpse of his facial feature.... Suddenly, all my eyes darted towards that guy beside me.... He's quite tall.. of course much taller than me... oh ya, he's a chinese.. with such adorable eyes..... and did I mention that he was cute?? .. Well, he's cute to me.. So, there I was, staring at some strangers, with my mouth half opened... seriously, it was quite embarrassing and a weird thing to do...
Anyway, because of my height, he probably didn't notice me, not that he would anyway.. I'm just another customer in the shop... So, after arranging the books, he walked to the other shelves, oblivious to my existence.. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hurt.... It's perfectly normal... But what's not normal.. to me.. because I never do this sort of thing and I don't do this kind of thing... I started to follow him around....wow.. what a stalker.. & when I realised myself doing such things, I think this is just completely ridiculous, so I walked back to my original shelves and start looking for good titles.. But occasionally, I would turn my head to find where he was..
& that wasn't it.. After that day, I started to go to the bookstore frequently.. FREQUENTLY.. as in.... one or two days in a week... Of course, I had an excuse to go there because I just finish reading and I need reloading of novels to pass my time...
Seriously, 3 months of doing nothing, really starts to do funny things to you.. During this 3 months, the internet is no longer an interest to me.. I blogged often to keep my thoughts intact.. I went on Facebook to check what is happening recently but I don't feel the need to ask more... What I see, is what I get.. Sometimes I get angry when I go on Facebook because I see so many unnecessary things which I don't want to elaborate.. True enough, I don't want to bother about the outside world.. I just want to be around books.. Yes, define bookworm.. I give you one right here.. Of course, 3 months of doing nothing also brought alot of realisation.. I realised I loved my sister more than I expected.. & I grew to be patient with her.. I hate to admit, but playing and singing with my sister was and still is, quite a joy.. I rather be with her than infront of the computer.. & when I'm not playing, I would indulged in my books..
Also, 3 months of doing nothing, just make me do things that I usually don't do...
for example, stalking that cute MPH staff... every few days in a week. Well, it's not exactly stalking, I would just go there and find books.. and occasionally, I would walked around and find him sitting at the counter or arranging books... Well I don't think I have crush on him.. I mean, I don't find myself day dreaming about him, but I just want to see him when I'm in the store.. I just want to look and observe him... & of course sometimes he notices me and sometimes our eyes met for 1 split second and I would burrow my head back into the books.. He does look at me, but maybe not in a weird way.. as I am still their regular customer..
Oh, He spoke to me too.. once.. If you call that speaking...He asked me whether I want to apply for membership card... Well, I rejected while I know I should have to make the time longer.. but silly me..
& last week, when I was helping out for the International Woman's Day event held in main centre of Jusco, I saw him again.. This time, without his red glowing uniform... It's his off day.. He saw me too.. I was coming up the escalator, while he walked past me.. I swear to fucking god he turned his head and looked at me for a split second....& then when I was at my booth table.. I saw him on the opposite side, walking.. & again.. I swear on to Holy Mother of all names.. that he looked at me.... from there.. to there..... I try not to sound so like lovestruck puppy.. because I know that I don't have that feelings towards him.. It's just that I like looking at him... See the difference??
Anyway..... I'm leaving next two weeks.. and probably the next trip to the book store would be the last time I see him... Well.. let's just say I want to keep him as a memory.. Well, call it fate, worker or customer.. we were meant to cross path...
If I ever have the chance to see him again.. I definately will marched up straight to him and say:
Hey, you're cute.. Can I be your friend????
yes.. if I have the guts..
p.s till now, I've been to the bookstore for almost 10 times.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Habits and Phone Calls
I have this particular habit that sometimes keep me amused during a boring day.. Yes, I have a lot of habits... Some which are not so healthy, and some which are just normal habits...
Sometimes, I get anonymous call by some anonymous person... & I would answer the phone with the normal "Hello tone" with the thought of a friend in my mind... but, on the other line, I would not get back the same reply... I guess this person must have dialed my number wrongly and without them knowing... So, instead of ending the call.. I would just linger on with the phone, trying to listen to the background noise.. thinking maybe I would catch a familiar tone..or guessing what is happening on the other end.. Sometimes, I can hear my mother's voice at the end, speaking.. sometimes I can hear baby crying.. sometimes even somebody shouting.. It's kind of amusing actually..despite that this person is losing who knows how much phone credit.. well.. that's his problem.
& sometimes it took about half an hour for that poor fella to realise it... Well, I'm still grateful to that person for making the half an hour of mine amusing.. and when they realise that, the call will eventually end.. and then, it was just me again...
and that's my cue to sink back into my reading world...
p.s The slow internet connection occasionally fucked my patience..
Sometimes, I get anonymous call by some anonymous person... & I would answer the phone with the normal "Hello tone" with the thought of a friend in my mind... but, on the other line, I would not get back the same reply... I guess this person must have dialed my number wrongly and without them knowing... So, instead of ending the call.. I would just linger on with the phone, trying to listen to the background noise.. thinking maybe I would catch a familiar tone..or guessing what is happening on the other end.. Sometimes, I can hear my mother's voice at the end, speaking.. sometimes I can hear baby crying.. sometimes even somebody shouting.. It's kind of amusing actually..despite that this person is losing who knows how much phone credit.. well.. that's his problem.
& sometimes it took about half an hour for that poor fella to realise it... Well, I'm still grateful to that person for making the half an hour of mine amusing.. and when they realise that, the call will eventually end.. and then, it was just me again...
and that's my cue to sink back into my reading world...
p.s The slow internet connection occasionally fucked my patience..
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Go Make Some Impressions...
Let's set aside the critics and the mocking that I usually do.. Just for this post, I would not use any foul words. Actually, the truth is, I had just taken my supper and I'm reluctant to sleep because I know that once I wake up tomorrow, I''ll be looking at a ball in front of the mirror. So, to pass time quickly, I decide to blog, again.
*I'm sorry if my blog is always about me, me and more me.. It may be boring, who knows, down right annoying.. Well, too bad.. I like to blog how the world revolves around ME*
Anyway....
I know I have forgotten alot of people..& also have a fair share on people forgetting me... But I don't mind, because I get to disappear and be invisible.. How many people can pull that off??
p.s That's why I say, Humans are like Robot.. Once your brain fucked up, you go malfunction.
*I'm sorry if my blog is always about me, me and more me.. It may be boring, who knows, down right annoying.. Well, too bad.. I like to blog how the world revolves around ME*
Anyway....
Just now, I was checking one of my friend's profile in Facebook. This friend of mine is an old friend. We're not exactly close.. We don't really click, because we never tried clicking. Years ago, if we bumped into each other, we would either smile or exchange "Hi" . Now, if we were so fated to bumped into each other again, I think both of us would just walk passed each others as if we never met. & how I winded up in her profile, it's because I saw a photo of her and boy, which makes me curious whether she's in a relationship or not.. Call it busybody or what, it doesn't hurt to be curious. So I went into her profile and check out her recent wall post. Then, I happened to come across this friend of hers posting at her wall asking about how she was doing.. Her reply is :
"I'm fine, may I know who you are??"
May I know who you are?? Her name was just right above, & yet this friend of mine couldn't even remember... I'm not blaming her or accusing her for being ingrate... My point is, if you don't make an impression, you'll be forgotten.
To me, I think humans are very insignificant.. that's why they are so easily forgotten. & Some of them know this fact, that is why they try so hard to get attention. Because, once you'get recognition, you're printed into their minds. But if your just so unimportant, you'll just fade away. That's the sad fact.
So,
To me, I think humans are very insignificant.. that's why they are so easily forgotten. & Some of them know this fact, that is why they try so hard to get attention. Because, once you'get recognition, you're printed into their minds. But if your just so unimportant, you'll just fade away. That's the sad fact.
So,
How many people have you forgotten??
How many people have forgotten you??
How many people have forgotten you??
I know I have forgotten alot of people..& also have a fair share on people forgetting me... But I don't mind, because I get to disappear and be invisible.. How many people can pull that off??
Some may say I'm a pessimist.. but I think that I look at things at a different direction.
p.s That's why I say, Humans are like Robot.. Once your brain fucked up, you go malfunction.
Letter to Lady Luck
33, Lucky Avenue,
Imagination Park,
00000, Heaven.
Imagination Park,
00000, Heaven.
Dear Lady Luck,
Hi, how are you??? You're one heck of a busy lady. Bestowing luck and taking luck from different low life person every single day.. I know you hate your job, like very much hate it, because you don't get paid for every luck you give and people mostly think that you don't exist and the luck given to them is fated or just plain accident.. I know, I understand exactly how you feel.. note that I highlighted and bold "exactly" in red shows that I really comprehend your situation. It sucks being invisible... Anyway, I'm guessing that you know me, you know, the short 19 year old girl?? The girl where sometimes (I think) you accidently gave me some bad luck not on purpose... I don't blame you, you must had a very bad day on those days.. I understand.. But today, I think I should gives you some heads up to prevent 2nd time happenings like today, which will be explained in detail if you continue reading..
Yes Lady Luck, I perfectly know that I don't know how to cook.. but You don't have to cause misfortune to me everytime I tried to dish up something... It's very hurting you know, plus the fact that I'm hungry, makes the problem far more aggravating.. Girls like age of mine, or maybe younger, tend to get very hungry easily.. & also often in a bad time.. especially at night..blame it on our raging hormones.. When we get PMS, we eat more too.. so have some pity for us girls.. & if we are hungry, we will be hungry..... we will stay hungry, no matter how much we force ourselves to sleep.. we will still be awake, because we're still hungry.. that is why they say: If a girl is hungry, feed her. (I don't know who said that, maybe it was me) So, now you understand why I was in the kitchen at 12am.. I know that I can't cook, but I can make something which is edible to me.. and only me. I don't mind, as long as I can eat. That is why, I hope you won't give me any misfortune anymore.
It's very annoying when you just finished frying some spaghetti in olive oil and garlic, and then ended up cleaning and wiping the kitchen floor, because you just "accidently", without grace, pour half of the food on to the open floor. I know that I'm clumsy and lazy, heck I ate out of a wok, who doesn't? It saves time and also water.. Or Maybe you were just concern when you saw how I cook... I assure you that it is 100% edible, although it may be too salty and not appetizing.. However, it doesn't give you an excuse to knock half of my wok of spaghetti to the floor.. Do you know how hard it is to get the oil stain of the floor.. Even till now, the floor is still oily eventhough I mopped it few times... It really took the enthusiasm of eating right out of me...
So you see, I'm writing to you to request that you would go low on me, and maybe spare me a few luck next time?? I reckon that this letter may be 1st or maybe 3rd letter you received, knowing that how little people believed you actually exist!!! It's ok, don't be so hard on yourself.. I also know about your past relationship that made you so disorientated in your job.. For example, how the asshole Mr Fate abandoned you at the altar, and eloped with Miss Destiny 2 years ago, ( I must admit, Miss Destiny was a hell of a bodacious babe, but you're a beauty on the inside, it takes time for people to figure out) and Mr Miracle was just plain gay! But work and personal stuff are different, you should keep it apart.. So please, have a good judgment next time. I hope the next time I cook, I get to eat right after I finished cooking, and not caught up with cleaning business after cooking... I can tolerate, but I'm not patient. So, you really don't want me cussing swear words at you, right?? Because, the next unlucky person would be you.. & I hate seeing you jobless, cause you're doing a damn good job for others..
Thank you very much.. I don't expect replies, but I don't mind hearing back from you..
Love,
The girl who can't fucking cook.
p.s I think I would be the next person in FML stating that how my mother in law bribed my husband to divorce me because I can't cook.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Romeo and Juliet..
" For never was a story of more woe/ Than this of Juliet and her Romeo",
that was what William Shakespeare said after he conclude his infamous play "Romeo and Juliet"...Bullshit lah....
The story behind Romeo and Juliet is actually about an elope plan gone wrong worst case scenario.. It's not about how two immature dimwits, who are bound to cross paths because both families were crossing each other boundaries with swords and blood, then naturally (as if it was fated) fell deeply, madly, lustfully ,head over heels in love which of course involved --> SEX (sorry lah, human nature), & later on, they found out that their oh-so-beautiful love life was forbidden, which lead to the girl devising a plan where she pretended to commit suicide and later rose up from her crypt where she can run and fall gracefully into her lover's embrace.. then both love birds will ride on together towards the sunset and live happily ever after..
Too bad lah, her Romeo didn't get the message.. & thought she really took her life, and soon, following her footsteps as he was blinded by grief, foolishly drank a bottle of poison to reunite with his Juliet forever in eternal damnation.. which then, to find out later that the dead girl beside him wasn't dead but just faking dead.. but it was too late.. so.. (stereotype story always end the same way).. The dead girl rose up from the dead like Jesus only that, she's not that holy.. and found her dead lover beside her (wth??!! I'm supposed to fake dead.. not you) .. and then decided to really die once and for all.. took a knife..--- stab---- die..... & story concludes about the tale of two star-crossed lovers... Seriously, I don't know whether she killed herself because her saw how unorganised the plan was, or she was confused who was supposed to fake dead..
I find the story quite amusing actually.. To me, the actual play in words.. is boring.. Yes.. if you watch the movie Romeo+ Juliet... maybe you already bawled your eyes out... & if you hear the song Romeo and Juliet, you would go into depression.. & if you watch the anime Romeo x Juliet.. I don't know what you'll do to cope with the ending.. Yeah, boohoo.. so sad... whatever... There's a lot of things that you don't know about Romeo and Juliet.. (I'm not implementing that I know alot too)...
Anyway.. the love between Romeo and Juliet.. is not love.. in my opinion of course. It's just a mad puppy crush.. Juliet was just a 13 year old dumb blonde( whatever the colour of her hair, she's still dumb).. Come on, when I was 13.. I closed my eyes when I come across and kissing scene plus.. you see the 13 year old now.. all capable to have sex meh?? .. & Romeo.. at first was "claimed" to be in love with Rosaline.. some insignificant character... till he saw Juliet in a party.. & it was "Love at first sight".... In my definition, Romeo is a "playboy" (see one, like one) or you can call him " Mr flower (fa fa gong zi) in chinese)... So you see.. what they called LOVE.. at that time was just.. Lust.. Maybe Juliet was so goddamn sexy and Romeo was hell of a hunk.. so don't blame them if they can't resist each other...
So that sums up my drastically shortened- wouldn't bother to explain every detail-summary...
after all.. it's just my thoughts..
Oh, I'm so gonna re-watch this..
P.s If you happens to be the bawled your eyes-so worship Romeo and Juliet fan... I didn't say Romeo and Juliet was bad... I just love to critic things when I'm bored... Forgive a bored person will ya??
Friday, February 26, 2010
Feedback.
I'm back from the Land of gay Lions aka Singapore (Adapted from Kumar jokes).... and after this trip, I will never mock Singaporeans as kia-su naive people who are down to earth morons when it comes to shopping, and everything.... except education... Yeah, they're still quite competitive when its education.. But what I meant was.. I LOVE SINGAPORE!!..
because of the weather which was way more cooler and windier than Ipoh,
because it was my first Shop-till-you-drop time, where I practically used up all my money and I'm very very satisfied.. (& mind you, shopping usually bores me unless I need something)
because the clothes there are way better than Ipoh's Jusco's ones..
because the place is much more organised than Malaysia..
because their transport system is way cooler than KL's LRT..
because ... its Singapore!
Why can't Malaysia can be as systematic as Singapore? Yes, maybe you can say that Singapore is a small country, easy to organise, easy to rule.. Eh hello? Malaysia is not exactly a big country okay. Compared to China, Australia, United States.. Malaysia is as big as your own cock... So don't say because Singapore is a small country..
The problem is, all the people in charge of the changing the country is either sleeping, corrupting or sodomising other citizens.. If you want a change, you better be brave.. That's all I can say... I don't want to rant so much about politics here..
Anyway (changing topic), the CNY mood is over as everybody continue on with tests and studies.... I saw alot of whining and ranting about how hard it is to get over Chinese New Year and the holidays on facebook, everybody's favourite website... Yeah, well that's all your problems.. Life gotta continue on whether you like it or not...It's up to you whether you want to keep looking back how much time you enjoyed with friends and family, or just start to enjoy your present for a more comfortable future..
So I have one more month, or maybe three weeks if the visa process speeds up, then I'll be on my way to the largest country in the world. *squeals* I can't wait.. finally I'm going to Uni.. Long time ago, University, to me was like 1000 years later... and now I can't believe that I'm already at this phase or proceeding to this phase, you may say. I wouldn't deny that I would go through alot of hardships, or nerve wracking choices, or even death defying decisions.. yeah, that's the fun of growing up... Just you and the world...
I noticed that I've been quite happy lately... I don't know is it whether I changed my blogging style, or Mr Sunshine just finally decided that he had enough of my emo thoughts.. Looking back at those old posts, I find myself very silly.. yeah.. but that's all the past.. You only have two choices, either do what you want and move on or be sad, caught in your thoughts, & not choosing your stand..... Well, I think Mr Sunshine, is staying quite awhile..
p.s Wonders what to update for the next post...
because of the weather which was way more cooler and windier than Ipoh,
because it was my first Shop-till-you-drop time, where I practically used up all my money and I'm very very satisfied.. (& mind you, shopping usually bores me unless I need something)
because the clothes there are way better than Ipoh's Jusco's ones..
because the place is much more organised than Malaysia..
because their transport system is way cooler than KL's LRT..
because ... its Singapore!
Why can't Malaysia can be as systematic as Singapore? Yes, maybe you can say that Singapore is a small country, easy to organise, easy to rule.. Eh hello? Malaysia is not exactly a big country okay. Compared to China, Australia, United States.. Malaysia is as big as your own cock... So don't say because Singapore is a small country..
The problem is, all the people in charge of the changing the country is either sleeping, corrupting or sodomising other citizens.. If you want a change, you better be brave.. That's all I can say... I don't want to rant so much about politics here..
Anyway (changing topic), the CNY mood is over as everybody continue on with tests and studies.... I saw alot of whining and ranting about how hard it is to get over Chinese New Year and the holidays on facebook, everybody's favourite website... Yeah, well that's all your problems.. Life gotta continue on whether you like it or not...It's up to you whether you want to keep looking back how much time you enjoyed with friends and family, or just start to enjoy your present for a more comfortable future..
So I have one more month, or maybe three weeks if the visa process speeds up, then I'll be on my way to the largest country in the world. *squeals* I can't wait.. finally I'm going to Uni.. Long time ago, University, to me was like 1000 years later... and now I can't believe that I'm already at this phase or proceeding to this phase, you may say. I wouldn't deny that I would go through alot of hardships, or nerve wracking choices, or even death defying decisions.. yeah, that's the fun of growing up... Just you and the world...
I noticed that I've been quite happy lately... I don't know is it whether I changed my blogging style, or Mr Sunshine just finally decided that he had enough of my emo thoughts.. Looking back at those old posts, I find myself very silly.. yeah.. but that's all the past.. You only have two choices, either do what you want and move on or be sad, caught in your thoughts, & not choosing your stand..... Well, I think Mr Sunshine, is staying quite awhile..
p.s Wonders what to update for the next post...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Chinese New Year.. & Valentines Day... which is so overrated.. urgh..
Chinese New Year is officially over.. for me of course... In fact, my chinese new year celebration ended after the 1st day of Chinese New Year.... Yeah, all this while my chinese new year only consist of 2 days.. Chinese New Year Eve.. and Chinese New Year.. that's it.. the rest were.. school holidays.. though I still get angpau from others.. but I don't seem to show any enthusiasm after the 1st day...
The only thing I enjoy is eating mandarin oranges.. lots n lots of it till I shit myself upside down.. and Kuih Ka pet..... Oh ya, and happy nuts.. which doesn't really makes you happy (but very addictive)..
But of course, if you were speaking about childhood... I wouldn't deny that I love Chinese New Year...When I was just a little girl.. Chinese New Year was the BOMB! to me... It's like the second best to Christmas.... & Hari Raya would be 2nd runner up... I wouldn't give a shit about Deepavali...
I remembered on the very 1st day of Chinese New Year, we would get up early.... put on new clothes.. go give parents drink tea all those stuff.. bla bla bla... then the best thing... Ang paus... not just from family.. Friends of family who came ( we never go bai nian. coz, my grandparents are the eldest.. so everybody come to us) & then they would give u ang paus... & we graciously accept.. and run off to a small corner, and impatiently tear open.... TEAR.. like... furiously ripped off the packet.. not slowly, take my time opening the seal to see how much money we get..Then, we would go to the neighbouring houses shouting
Of course, when we are small, we don't really give a damn about manners unless we were infront of our parents whose hands are gripping the terrifying cane... So, we would see how much money we got... sometimes we get RM5 which is alot to us.. sometimes RM1.. which is still acceptable... some ah.... ai yor.... coins!! 20 cents, 50 cents COINS!!! Which of coz is a big disappointment for us.. & to cope with that, we would exclaimed loudly :
Then, I will compare with my brother how much ang pau we got... My brother always wins.. I don't know why. Till now, I still have no idea why... Anyway, that was when you are small.. like tiny small.. where people still think you are cute.. Then grow up a few years... you do that, you get a door slammed in front of your face.. Chinese New Year.. is not as fun as it is already....
& now... On this Chinese New Year day... I slept in the whole morning... see.. just another damn day... don't blame me... I'm half chinese...
Last time, you get to play with fireworks... legally.... till some kids decided to blow up their fingers thus its decided fireworks are dangerous... though you still see people playing fireworks these days... but less... Like this year, some guy was caught for setting fire crackers.... how ridiculous is that... It's not that he set fire crackers all the time, its just only for festive season... & it's just only for that particular day.. like that also catch...
I noticed there are lots of people quite disappointed with this year's major clashes of events.. Like Chinese New Year and Valentines Day... I mean come on... that Valentines Day is for the Western side.... I mean for chinese.. the official Valentines days falls on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year, right??? Where in the olden days, young chinese virgins would go and throw mandarin oranges into the river.. and expect some young handsome scholar who isn't gay (there were no such thing as prince charming riding on the horse.. or knight in shining armour) picks up the orange.. then instead of riding off together towards the sunset.. the dude will then propose to the desperate gal or parents, which results in marriage, which is the union of both young man and young women... which proceeds to sex where they fuck each other happily and of course produce lots and lots of offspring to continue on their herritage....
Of course, this time more modern already, I don't think anybody want to throw mandarin oranges in the river.. I mean... are you sure you wanna pick up a mandarin oranges from the rivers in our country?? If I see a mandarin orange floating on the river... I wouldn't know that it's an orange.. instead thought of it as a shit.. & also, if you want to throw oranges in the river, I don't think you can too.. coz you'll get charge for polluting the river.. Imagine, 10000 hundred gals throwing oranges into the river.. I think before the dude gets the orange, there will be no river.. coz all clogged up... So.. enough with the oranges.. My point is.. you get to celebrate Valentines day what... no big deal.. In fact, the 14th of February wasn't even a lover's day..it was a memorial day for some fella named Saint Valentines...
see how history was twisted...
p.s Someday, I would filled a police car with lots and lots of fireworks and crackers.. lit it.. & then sit back to watch a gigantic display of explosion and combustion.... where engines and metal meets gunpowder... someday..
The only thing I enjoy is eating mandarin oranges.. lots n lots of it till I shit myself upside down.. and Kuih Ka pet..... Oh ya, and happy nuts.. which doesn't really makes you happy (but very addictive)..
But of course, if you were speaking about childhood... I wouldn't deny that I love Chinese New Year...When I was just a little girl.. Chinese New Year was the BOMB! to me... It's like the second best to Christmas.... & Hari Raya would be 2nd runner up... I wouldn't give a shit about Deepavali...
I remembered on the very 1st day of Chinese New Year, we would get up early.... put on new clothes.. go give parents drink tea all those stuff.. bla bla bla... then the best thing... Ang paus... not just from family.. Friends of family who came ( we never go bai nian. coz, my grandparents are the eldest.. so everybody come to us) & then they would give u ang paus... & we graciously accept.. and run off to a small corner, and impatiently tear open.... TEAR.. like... furiously ripped off the packet.. not slowly, take my time opening the seal to see how much money we get..Then, we would go to the neighbouring houses shouting
"Gong Xi Fatt Choi, Fatt Choi, Fatt Choi......"
.. Then the aunties will come out with welcoming hands... and of coz more red packets..Of course, when we are small, we don't really give a damn about manners unless we were infront of our parents whose hands are gripping the terrifying cane... So, we would see how much money we got... sometimes we get RM5 which is alot to us.. sometimes RM1.. which is still acceptable... some ah.... ai yor.... coins!! 20 cents, 50 cents COINS!!! Which of coz is a big disappointment for us.. & to cope with that, we would exclaimed loudly :
" HAH!! SO LITTLE ONLY AH!!"
Gosh, you should see the faces of those aunties... Their first expression was shocked, then in split seconds, you see embarrassment.. then in another split second... smiles.. to hide the embarrassment... All these happen within 2 seconds...Then, I will compare with my brother how much ang pau we got... My brother always wins.. I don't know why. Till now, I still have no idea why... Anyway, that was when you are small.. like tiny small.. where people still think you are cute.. Then grow up a few years... you do that, you get a door slammed in front of your face.. Chinese New Year.. is not as fun as it is already....
& now... On this Chinese New Year day... I slept in the whole morning... see.. just another damn day... don't blame me... I'm half chinese...
Last time, you get to play with fireworks... legally.... till some kids decided to blow up their fingers thus its decided fireworks are dangerous... though you still see people playing fireworks these days... but less... Like this year, some guy was caught for setting fire crackers.... how ridiculous is that... It's not that he set fire crackers all the time, its just only for festive season... & it's just only for that particular day.. like that also catch...
I noticed there are lots of people quite disappointed with this year's major clashes of events.. Like Chinese New Year and Valentines Day... I mean come on... that Valentines Day is for the Western side.... I mean for chinese.. the official Valentines days falls on the 15th day of the Chinese New Year, right??? Where in the olden days, young chinese virgins would go and throw mandarin oranges into the river.. and expect some young handsome scholar who isn't gay (there were no such thing as prince charming riding on the horse.. or knight in shining armour) picks up the orange.. then instead of riding off together towards the sunset.. the dude will then propose to the desperate gal or parents, which results in marriage, which is the union of both young man and young women... which proceeds to sex where they fuck each other happily and of course produce lots and lots of offspring to continue on their herritage....
Of course, this time more modern already, I don't think anybody want to throw mandarin oranges in the river.. I mean... are you sure you wanna pick up a mandarin oranges from the rivers in our country?? If I see a mandarin orange floating on the river... I wouldn't know that it's an orange.. instead thought of it as a shit.. & also, if you want to throw oranges in the river, I don't think you can too.. coz you'll get charge for polluting the river.. Imagine, 10000 hundred gals throwing oranges into the river.. I think before the dude gets the orange, there will be no river.. coz all clogged up... So.. enough with the oranges.. My point is.. you get to celebrate Valentines day what... no big deal.. In fact, the 14th of February wasn't even a lover's day..it was a memorial day for some fella named Saint Valentines...
see how history was twisted...
p.s Someday, I would filled a police car with lots and lots of fireworks and crackers.. lit it.. & then sit back to watch a gigantic display of explosion and combustion.... where engines and metal meets gunpowder... someday..
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Art of The Balloons.
Today I decided take on another new perspective. I shall attempt to do the Balloon Art. Have you ever heard of Balloon Art??? Making art out of balloon.
Sometimes, you'll see some weird fuck in the middle of the shopping mall, with humongous red shoes like the Mcdonald ones, white powdered face, crossed eyes, red lips, even redder than your mummy's lipstick, how terror is that, colourful bombed hair-wig, hideous beyond reason, freakinglish tall... so tall till you get neck pain if you stared at him too long... Yes, also commonly known as a "Clown" ..
Or sometimes, you'll see some normal guy, sloppily dressed in the middle of the mall ( Adelaide's rundell mall has alot of these people) holding alot of balloons.. and not just any balloons, long tubed balloons, where he twist and turn, while the kids looked amazed at the sight of the stupendous skills and what comes out from the twisting and turning, a small dog-like or a pirate sword balloon.. You may even get a flower-like balloon if he's hitting on you.. That, is called Balloon Art. & today I decided to take on the challenge...
My mum got it for my sister but she didn't know how to use it. All she does is put the balloons in her mouth.. and start chewing.....
Ok. So first, to administrate the art of Balloon, firstly you need is:
A Manual Guide for Noobs... This is the Bible for Balloon Art.
A Pump. You can use your mouth as alternative. I had no choice but the pump because I couldn't blow balloon.. I tried okay, I tried so hard to inflate using my mouth, and all I get is a puffed cheek, breathless while the balloon still, at its original form.
Heaps and heaps of BALLOONS!!!!!
So, let the art begin..
1. Pick your balloon colour. I chose blue.
2. Insert the tip of the balloon on to the nozzle of the pump.
3. Start pumping.. You can even listen to "Pump it" from Black Eye Peas to get the pumping feeling... do whatever you like, make sure you pump till syok.
4. Tie the balloon.. Trust me, if you don't often play with balloons, tying it will be your worst nightmare.
Now you have perfectly long tubed balloon....
Today I shall attempt to make the Dog Balloon.. Actually, it's the easiest... see, difficulty scale only 1...
This balloon decided that it was too fat and quits on me..
See.... not as easy as it looks... The balloon burst in my face... & pumping the balloon isn't easy either.. requires lots of hand stamina.. plus the tying, my poor hands nearly cramped.
So I tried another one, and this time it's orange colour!!!
After twisting and turning, I got the dog's head and ears done..
Now, the dog have legs.....
Jieng! Jieng! Jieng! Shall we name her Megan Fox??
Sexy right??
Now I shall make a partner for her...
Introducing Shia Lebeouf..........
During the making process, I had some technical error with the balloon and thus the outcome of Mr Sperm aka Private 67.
Mission Accomplished...
It's not hard but not easy...Practice makes perfect! If I can, you surely can also ..... All it takes is some foul words, not so much patience, hand stamina and alot of imagination......
& That concludes today's balloon art......
p.s I swear this is my last time pumping and tying balloons. Anyway, I bet Ning will like it..
Sometimes, you'll see some weird fuck in the middle of the shopping mall, with humongous red shoes like the Mcdonald ones, white powdered face, crossed eyes, red lips, even redder than your mummy's lipstick, how terror is that, colourful bombed hair-wig, hideous beyond reason, freakinglish tall... so tall till you get neck pain if you stared at him too long... Yes, also commonly known as a "Clown" ..
Or sometimes, you'll see some normal guy, sloppily dressed in the middle of the mall ( Adelaide's rundell mall has alot of these people) holding alot of balloons.. and not just any balloons, long tubed balloons, where he twist and turn, while the kids looked amazed at the sight of the stupendous skills and what comes out from the twisting and turning, a small dog-like or a pirate sword balloon.. You may even get a flower-like balloon if he's hitting on you.. That, is called Balloon Art. & today I decided to take on the challenge...
My mum got it for my sister but she didn't know how to use it. All she does is put the balloons in her mouth.. and start chewing.....
Ok. So first, to administrate the art of Balloon, firstly you need is:
A Manual Guide for Noobs... This is the Bible for Balloon Art.
A Pump. You can use your mouth as alternative. I had no choice but the pump because I couldn't blow balloon.. I tried okay, I tried so hard to inflate using my mouth, and all I get is a puffed cheek, breathless while the balloon still, at its original form.
Heaps and heaps of BALLOONS!!!!!
So, let the art begin..
1. Pick your balloon colour. I chose blue.
2. Insert the tip of the balloon on to the nozzle of the pump.
3. Start pumping.. You can even listen to "Pump it" from Black Eye Peas to get the pumping feeling... do whatever you like, make sure you pump till syok.
4. Tie the balloon.. Trust me, if you don't often play with balloons, tying it will be your worst nightmare.
Now you have perfectly long tubed balloon....
Today I shall attempt to make the Dog Balloon.. Actually, it's the easiest... see, difficulty scale only 1...
This balloon decided that it was too fat and quits on me..
See.... not as easy as it looks... The balloon burst in my face... & pumping the balloon isn't easy either.. requires lots of hand stamina.. plus the tying, my poor hands nearly cramped.
So I tried another one, and this time it's orange colour!!!
After twisting and turning, I got the dog's head and ears done..
Now, the dog have legs.....
Jieng! Jieng! Jieng! Shall we name her Megan Fox??
Sexy right??
Now I shall make a partner for her...
Introducing Shia Lebeouf..........
During the making process, I had some technical error with the balloon and thus the outcome of Mr Sperm aka Private 67.
Mission Accomplished...
It's not hard but not easy...Practice makes perfect! If I can, you surely can also ..... All it takes is some foul words, not so much patience, hand stamina and alot of imagination......
& That concludes today's balloon art......
p.s I swear this is my last time pumping and tying balloons. Anyway, I bet Ning will like it..
