it's all about change :)

i'm using tumblr now, so take note :]

www.stephaniesiew.tumblr.com

I Missed You, Blog

It is now..... very late.. and I just felt the need to say something here on my blog :)

SORRY FOR THE LONG HIATUS, PEOPLE. the internet has not been cooperating.

Btw, now that I know Kat reads my blog... might as well ask you a question. Do we have all the SVH Senior Year books?

something i noticed :)

looks familiar?
lemme see.. did they remind you of...

them?

or him?

or him?

or them?

or them?

.....them, perhaps?

yes, you know you're an eighties' baby if you had hair like theirs.

PS: 80's music rules :)

movies or tv? youtube :)

have i ever mentioned how much i lovelovelove youtube? YOUTUBE RULES :)

here's one reason why:

"Like, O(H)MYGOD," says the fat american :)

So there's this thing in facebook - the virginity[?] quiz. Okay fine, it's new to me, this whole concept of knowing when you'll lose your virginity.

Like, ZOMGOD, y'know?

What's next? WHO you'll lose you're virginity to?

Oh btw, I wish my brother would stop singing Love Game by Lady Gaga. Seriously, how do i tell him what "i wanna take a ride on your disco stick" means?!

BTW, THAT IS NOT MY RESULT. I DID NOT TAKE THAT TEST. it's weiloong's result :P

This Blog Is Too Comical. Seriously.

our 'grandparents' shot :)

Missing you to bits, von.
Btw, a stupid question - do most of them dudes there really look harry potter-ish?
curiosity will be the death of me, i tell you :P

I loveth you to crap! [oh eww.]

And btw, my man-brows are gone :)
Seriously NEED to show you. ♥ Steph

Behind Every Successful Man is a Surprised Woman :)

Ehlo, people. Yes, my blog is partially in pink. I know - who would've thought? :)

Moving on to less important stuff, I've got some pics that might just make your day. Seriously, I didn't think it possible.

Brad looking sexayy in a dress.

Eva Longoria without makeup scares me. A lot.

John Travolta looked uber cute with those big round eyes O.O . I wonder where they went..

The Internet is awesome - you never know what you'll find :)

No, I Did Not Suffer 10 Years of Acne.

If you've noticed, lately, there have been a few additions to my list of blogs :)

Smile, people. I did not suffer 10 years of acne. Nor do I have yeast infections. You can breathe now - I am ACNE/YEAST INFECTION free :)


It's just an internet marketing strategy. If you, however, are just about THAT much Malaysian that you can't live knowing you didn't take a peek - go have a look, it's fine by me. In fact, BUY them products and make my day if you love me :)

For now, I wait and see how many of you love me.

Thank God They Don't Show The Public The Actual Number of People Who Purchase The Products I'm Helping People Sell. Phew.

How's This For Random Things To Notice? :)

Why is Ryan Higa from NigaHiga wearing a ring on his ring finger? Maybe its the 'in' thing to do - wearing rings on your fourth finger. Damn, I'm backdated :S

Fact: Superman Originally Couldn't Fly.

I visited a paddy field. Hah - how many of you can say that? :P

Me, Kev and mum's friend Eric (awesome dude)

No, there was no particular point in the posting of this poopthing :)

The School Closed Down. What Else Is There To Do?

You've been warned: I was bored and therefore came up with an awesome idea. Please take note that there was a pinch of sarcasm in my voice when I said 'awesome'. Just a pinch :)

AND I NOW PRESENT TO YOU....

my brother. But that's beside the point. Look at the super duper uber ultra mega wahliao cool device on his ears! Some call them.. earmuffs. But don't be fooled - these earmuffs-looking headpiece aren't actually earmuffs! In fact, they are called... EAR FLUFFS! no, this is no ripoff.

If you are still miraculously reading this, you are one heck of a patient person. Moving on, the Ear Fluffs are multi-functional, unlike earmuffs which only serve to preserve(?) heat in your ears. One of the many functions are, of course, to preserve heat in your ears. However, if you'd like to be the next Asian Scott Summers... now that's a different case :)

Presenting the 'Ear Fluffs - Scott Summers Edition' aka 'Just turn them Ear Fluffs around'.
With this totally new and modified version of the Ear Fluffs, you can walk around with a super cool headpiece that covers your eyes and ears - just like superhero Scott Summers! There's only one catch - there's a 300% possibility that you may bang into things. Unlike the hero himself.
Well at least you'll be able to preserve the heat in your ears! :)

Now you can tell me that I just wasted 5 minutes of your precious time and vow never to read this blog again. Tah!

Looks like the flu is here for a visit. Crap.

The title says it all.

that's the way i roll.

i'm listening to music so loud my ears hurt. but if i'm able to block out their voices - that's just fine with me. Anything is :)

why is the internet so slow?

if i were to make blog vids - as in vlogging - will the world stop and die?

Boom Boom Poop

It's Poop Day! and my lame pal ain't here to celebrate with me :(

shucks.

That's okay! We'll just do the poop handshake here!

"Clasps one hand from both people and bends down on knees. Makes funny farting noises and constipated faces."

Happy Poop Day, Yannie! Good luck with your competition :) Pooprocks

OMYGODDA. no, that word does not exist.

Today I shall be blogging sans sarcasm. "Stephie's making history!"

you know, I was reading previous blog and saw my posts. Compared to these little poopthings, they were super long. I miss having the time to blog :(

Dad ought to come home sooner. Mom's taking his share of lameness.

Exams are tomorrow. "to morrow, to morrow, to morrow" - Shakespeare

Gah. Stop procrastinating. You've been doing it for two weeks.

smokin'.

hugh jackman is the man of all men. hahah wtf.

must be the stress from exams.

Today was marvelous.

1) I could've died 3 times today. no, i'm not kidding. Yannie is lethal.
2) I was dissed by my maths teacher. no surprise.
3) Some guy who has a gay name freaking pushed me aside on purpose. JUST TO GET TO THE DOOR FIRST.

and the worst part?
i'm too tired to do anything about it. crap.

remember when i said i wouldn't blog? well, i lied.

it's that time again...

no, not mr monthly, so no worries :D

it's time for EXAMS, man. (i just HAD to put in the 'man' :) )

so.. yea - you know what to expect. NO MORE POSTS UNTIL AFTER EXAMS.

who would've guessed?

my dad's thinking of starting a blog. And he doesn't even have an e-mail yet - talk about taking a huge leap in technology :P

i'm ridiculous.

if i ever see this post again when i'm older, i will die of humiliation. i have never ever, ever been THIS reflective. Gosh, that DOES kinda makes me sound a little immature. Okay, on the border of over-crapping. Alas, I'm a teenager - THE AGE OF REBELLION :D. okay fine, maybe not. STILL, although nothing here makes sense, I shall let whatever I intend to say in one long breath. Decipher it yourself.

i'mnotsureifanyonehasnoticed,butifeellikeihavechanged-understoodtheconditionsofthings.thatit'snotthesameanymore.gosh,
whatawakeupcallitistorealisethatthingsaredifferentnowandpeople
haven'treallybeenhappywiththewayi'vebeenacting.perhapsitwasokay
tobeweirdwheniwasyounger,butcertainlynotanymore.torealisethati'm
notasocialitekindastingsalittle,butreally,ihopethisistheendofit.getout
ofyourshell,steph.youcan'twaitforpeopletolikeyou,neithercanyouforce
themto.

Looking back, I feel like an idiot. But it feels good to know that I finally realised mistakes that no one could have pointed out to me :D I love all you people out there who helped me through this time of i-didn't-know-i-was-weird dilemma. You're awesome :D

ps: I just realised I used my real name in my post! i think. STILL, friggin awesome. i guess i haven't really matured at all :P

dedicated to ms pak chi.

i just thought this was an awesome picture. it has nothing to do with you, selle :D
you can slaughter me in school on monday.

speaking of muscles...

did i mention that my right arm has muscles that are rock-hard? :DD
and that the left arm is like... tofu.

omg, i am fascinated by the weirdest things.

It's a bloggedy bloggedy bloggable day :D

i am stressing out on the mayo that just spilled onto my mac from the Zinger i was devouring. Now all i wanna do is stomp on that stupid burger. Sheesh. And you don't have to remind me that I'm always eating - i know. i love food :D besides, i haven't had kentucky since last year. Excuses, excuses. Crappers :DD

I've been thinking..

AND THIS WAS WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT :DD

1. I went to the Pavilion recently and saw some really disturbing stuff. The lepak-ing culture is spreading throughout the friggin nation! I was at the entrance of the mall and there were like... tons of teens just standing there. Seriously, do you people serve to block the entrance? or pollute the air with your disgusting habits of smoking? ARE YOU EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO SMOKE IN THE FIRST PLACE?? sheesh. But i daresay it was a multicultural thing - all sorts of people were there.

2. The fashion. i noticed one thing about the malay boys. First thing's first, i am not racist. The term colour-blind, however, is acceptable. Back to the boys - this was what i saw.

They were all wearing the same thing. If it's not a checkered cap, it's a checkered shirt. If it's not a checkered pair of shoes, it's checkered pants. You get the idea. So I was thinking - how do you guys recognise your peers? Sheesh, you might as well make uniforms. And guys, do you not know the dangers of wearing jeans all the time? ESPECIALLY SUCH SKINNY ONES??

3. Pavilion should have a big sign saying

"WONKA NERDS SOLD IN SUPERMARKETS HERE."

I had one heck of a time looking for nerds in Malaysia and some dude tells me "Oi. You can find it in the supermarkets of Pavilion." I'm gonna go drown myself now. As Ajahn Brahm says, "Mental suffering is the pain that kills a person." and no, there is no connection between anything i said and what he said. Yeah.

omg, they're worse than my parents.

i've never seen two people more in love it's funny.

OMFG I'VE GOT MUSCLES!

but only on my right arm. :(( super random.

I'm A Happy Person.

FREAK! KRISPY KREME HAS ARRIVED AT TIMES SQUARE!

Meet Your New Four-Eyed Geek.

Yes, I blogged my way to blindness (yes, there IS such a word). So I got the ultimate geek gear! Or rather, one part of it :D

dedicated to my sweet lovey dovey honey bunny Yivon :D

Geee.

My own mom's not talking to me - ignorance, plain and simple. Funny that this hasn't actually happened to me before. Yivon says it could be menopause. No, I'm not joking around about it. But... menopause?? Far-fetched, but plausible. Actually, considering the events of the past few days - VERY PLAUSIBLE. And I'm becoming more and more like an old hag who lives to nag and depress others. Gah - this is not good. As mean as this may sound, I guess I'm kinda glad she'll be gone for the next few days. Hopefully that'll leave me time to... reflect? Seriously, this sort of thing doesn't happen to me on a daily basis - WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR MOM STOPS TALKING TO YOU?

in a concoction of rage, confusion and depression. I guess all I really have to say is - left palm to the right forearm. :DD

Hahah. Me Like.

I'm infatuated.

with you.

with you.

with you.

with you.

with you.

yes, this is random. and to all those whose picture is not in here, please don't take it to heart. I can't put ALL of your pictures - that'll be like... posting up the list of Michael Jackson's cosmetic surgeries. Yeah.

2 months.

This Post Is Dedicated To CWL for sending in the work :)

Yes, Wei Loong - thank you. For those of you who have yet to see the dude, he's such a teddy bear, i tell you. That's exactly why even though he told Ms Ong that we have no school on Friday, I'm saying thank you for handing up the work. Which is like a thousand miles away from our class. Takes up too much energy - you're a strong dude, wei loong.


FYI, the teddy bear is labelled panda - not the dude, the other dude, or the chicken-legged dude.

I've Nothing To Say. Brand X, you disappoint me.

When we talk about food, we're talking about hygiene. Okay fine, not necessarily, but still - cleanliness IS important. So I was at this supermarket. In town. And EW. SOO EWW. DON'T MIND THE LANGUAGE, BUT... EW. EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW. This was what I saw. (Remember! - EW.)

Brand x, superfish you. and your standards of hygiene.

Tinpot Languages Are So.... Refreshing.

Kevin Costner, Kiefer Sutherland, or Bruce Willis?

Yes, they all look the same to me.

The Deed Is Done. YEA, BABY!

Uh-huh, I PIERCED MY EARS! IT'S DONE, BABY!

crap you, mr monthly.

emotional roller coaster ride. Gah - i don't like it.

I'LL MISS YOU. CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU.

Yes, dear cracked gigantic mirror that used to reside in my toilet, I'm gonna miss you. Whenever I turn to admire myself in front of the mirror, you aren't there. Every time I want to check my face for hideous pimples, you aren't there, my anti-acne friend. I'm serious when I say I can't imagine life without you. Gah, this is depressing. Let the depressing pictures do the talking.

what can i say, it's in my blood to butt in on other people's business.

Yes, I heard about the Phantom Wars. Yes, I think it's stupid that everyone's so mad. Yes, I think everyone worked hard but alas, only one can emerge victorious, am I not correct? And that team was 2 Jati. Or Meranti. I'm not sure but I know Yivon's class won - whichever it is. Shame on you people who act like sour grapes. WHERE IS YOUR SENSE OF PRIDE? IF YOU HAVE SOME DIGNITY, YOU WOULDN'T:
1. accuse people of bribery. THAT IS LOW.
2. accuse the teacher of being biased. DOES RESPECT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?
3. critique on other people's hard work. HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR WORK ISN'T SHODDY?
4. be sour grapes. ONLY OLD HAGS DO THAT. YES, THAT INCLUDES YOUR GRANNY.
5. cry and point fingers. No wait, this is under being a sour grape.

Anyways, even though I didn't watch your performance - which I'm sure was awesome - no one should ever have to face hell just for winning. No, I'm not talking about your performance, and no, I'm not talking about your tinpot language when you critique others on your blogs. I'M FREAKING TALKING ABOUT SOUR GRAPES. Sure, everyone loves seedless grapes, or green grapes, or even red ones. BUT NO ONE LIKES A SOUR GRAPE. It's like... all sour-y. Yea.

PS: Sorry for the over-exploited use of the phrase 'sour grape', but you remind me of them. Blech. And yes, I'm susceptible to bugging in on other people's business. Crap you anyways.

This Came As A Shock. Even To Me.

I'm piercing my ears!

Today, Liquor Was Poured In Libation.

Yes, it's that time of the year again - Tomb Sweeping Day. And no, I'm not kidding. 'Qingming' is really called Tomb Sweeping Day/Clear Brightness Festival/ Festival for Tending Graves/Grave Sweeping Day/Chinese Memorial Day/Spring Remembrance/All Souls Day (NOT to be confused with the Roman 'All Souls Day'). I wiki-ed it - it's good to know what you're doing in the blazing heat of the bright round thing we call the sun. AND why you're doing it. A little introduction to you people who are still in the dark about this particular festival - Qingming (yes, it's one word) is a traditional Chinese festival on the 104th day after the winter solstice (or the 15th day from the Spring Equinox), usually occurring around April 5th. Every leap year, Qing Ming is on April 4th. Its name denotes a time for people to go outside and enjoy the greenery of springtime and also to tend to the grave of departed ones. You may read the exact same thing at wikipedia :D.

The Most Expensive Investment.

Yea, Archie comics rule. It's random thing to say, but here in Malaysia one of these sacred issues can cost up to RM11. Or sometimes even RM14. And therefore I shall publicly and officially declare that these comics have been my most expensive investment. Or rather, my parent's most expensive investment on me. Enough with the depressing money issue - I LOVE ARCHIES. Random? Yes. Waste of money? No friggin way.

This isn't like me.

Underprivileged children are everywhere. Change a child's life with just a minimum of RM50 a month. Sponsor a child today at http://www.worldvision.com.my/index.php.

would you like some soup with that fried brain?

And now that you know, you may proceed to tell everyone you know - I slept with my phone right next to my already-microscopic-brain. And fried it until it became crunchy and finger-licking-good. Waaait. That means I shouldn't be able to speak/converse in a civilised manner with you people. Therefore, I shall continue to blabber unintelligible.... words? Good luck deciphering!

hsjladkslajflkdsjfscxmz, jaksldjaslkj! sjdaljaieefhawnmdbasvmxmkwdf. hdsajkd.... shdjahuiewydasdjkalsfewifjdalcm,xbdcdc,s.dsdklf;wefm. OMG SDHJASKFHDSFHSJKFEWHFKJASNCM,CDSFH. liadjalkdhejkfhw.

If you haven't been able to decode it, it means.......... CRAP! :D

yes, who knew a dumb brain could be so complicated, huh?

I've Created The Moled Smiley!!!

:D.

BIIIIG NEWS, EARTHLINGS! I'VE MOVED ON!!

To all dogs, cats and frogs who are currently reading - I'VE MOVED ON! Well, not exactly. I still love Mika. Awesome singer. Will always love his songs. Who doesn't? Aaaaanyways, I've found myself a new favourite! The All-American Rejects, babeh! I used to like them - now I freaking worship their songs :D. Omg that smiley looks like it has a friggin mole. Oh, wtheck. I'm hyper.

currently listening to: Why Worry - The All-American Rejects. =D

And I Was Like, And She Was Like, And I Was Like... NO WAY!

Too bad, people - nothing happened that would have been of your interest. Sad, I know. I shall continue this post. Later. When I get inspiration. :D

We have to cut down, she says.

I'm Emo. Gahh.

So we had our first mid-semesters last week. People stressed out. Fell sick and all that crap. Here's something I found freakishly interesting. During the English composition/grammar paper, the text was about us teenagers RELEASING on the net. And by releasing I mean "expressing". Bombastically put - conveying or articulating any hints of anger, rage, or any sort of emotion that isn't bland. On the net. And they say the border between anything that was once private to us has dispersed. Yes, we teenagers are soooo irresponsible, huh? What are diaries again? A book, you say? But of course, I must have forgotten. WELL, MR ANTI-TEENAGERS, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, YOU ADULTS DON'T SEEM TO KNOW WHAT PRIVACY MEANS, TOO. MOMS ARE READING OUR DIARIES. DADS ARE READING OUR ORGANIZERS. okay, maybe not, BUT STILL. Moving on, teachers have announced that whatever is on our blogs, will be inspected. And therefore, we must be careful of what we write. Whatever we post shall be archived forever in the internet. Isn't a weblog a refuge for us teenagers? Euphoria? So I guess to a certain extent, I DO agree with Mr Anti-Teenagers - the line between our private and public life has obliterated. Come on, who wants their parents or teachers reading their blogs? This is cruelty, i tell you, cruelty.

And therefore I suggest that we all release through violence! Woohoo! :D

My First Tag! WHOOPDEDOODLYDOO!

I do not see the point in tagging. I also do not see any reason why a person with something in their skull would uh.... reply? this tag. So please do not give a crap about it - no one expects you to do it.

Tag 10 humans:
1. Yannie aka Lame Pal
2. Uh... Mun Yeed?
3. Jasmine. Kangkok lover.
4. AH MEE SUA/Mei Hsuan
5. i'm only at number 5?? Uh... Michelle?
6. Vivien The Not-so-Tall :P
7. From the Na to the Ta to the Sya. NATASYA.
8. Liesel. End of story.
9. Kevin the boob.
10. We made it to the last one! I'll say.... Alice?

Why did you tag number 1 as number 1?
- Uh... cause she just tagged me. In this cruel, harsh world, WE MUST NOT BE 'IT'. Therefore, we tag other people.

Did you meet number 2 before?
- You mean the healthiest person alive?? Yea. I'm glad I did :D

What will you say to number 3 the next time you meet?
- Yo, Jas. DBSK sucks :D

What is the relationship of number 4 and 5?
- You do NOT want to know. But I'll tell you anyways - they're two freakishly good friends who do not curse in front of me and take pictures of themselves bullying me, then posting it up on facebook. Yea.

Number 6's favourite singer?
- I'm guessing she loves mr a-z. Don't we all?

Number 7's favourite tv show?
- I have no freaking idea. The apprentice? CSI?

Do you talk to number 8?
- No. No one speaks her language. Except her super-funky-hairstyle boyfriend, of course.

How does number 9 look like?
- You seriously want to know? Poopface, i tell you, poopface.

Who is number 10's lover?
- Alice? Her lover? Aiyaaaa, who doesn't know? Here's a little secret I found out about him - he goes by the name of Qing Khoon in the day, and uses the name Qing Khoon at night! I wish I could be like that. Too bad we're not all that privileged, huh?

Which numbers are couples?
- None, as far as I know of. But I'd say number 9 and 6 has a good chance of hitting it off. riiiiight.

The Greener Part of the Watermelon Tastes Like Cucumber. Interesting, huh?

I waaaaant.

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Omgeee.

Mothers nowadays just don't seem to get the concept of having a diary. Or better yet, the concept of privacy. Still, it was funny. Here's a few things I found from my standard six book - no hard feelings to anyone. Riiight. PS: these poems were made under the supervision of Ai-Vee and Sandeep. Yes, they know about it, but I'm not sure if they remember. I didn't - but then again, I'm in the critical stages of Alzheimers. By the way, these poems don't make sense.

From Ai-Vee To Jay

When our eyes met
For the very first time
I was full of sweat
And you were full of slime

No matter how you look
I don't really care
As long as you read a thick book
I'll light up a flare

Somehow you don't notice me
As a girl who could be considered
All you see is my smile of glee
Not knowing that I am widowed

After the death of my ex
I visited him like a slave
Always using fed-ex
To send flowers to his grave

Be assured
I'm not so bad
Even though I murdered
I hope you're glad


From Sandeep to Osama

I was at the beach
And you showed up
So I ate a peach
And then threw up

You then noticed me
And I was thrilled
Somehow I was happy
That I wasn't killed

Because of that peach
We are now as one
After that day on the beach
We now have a son

You thought him how to use a gun
When he was only two
He didn't even know 1+1
I don't think you did, too

Oops we did it again
We now have a daughter
Her hair looks like a lion's mane
To grow it needs some water

For accidentally bombing your son
You have been sentenced to death
I know you did it just for fun
So appreciate every breath

If you think I'm a fool for publicly humiliating myself this way, MY MOM READ IT. So what's a little embarassment after what happened, huh?

Splendid.

We've got a new canteen administrator. And they serve good food! WOOfreakinHOO!

I'm Baaaaaack. Again.

So I spent the past four days in Singapore, for all it's freakishly litter-free nature and the cough-cough-cough-not-so-nice-cough food. Highlights of the trip:

1. We saw dim-witted men from manhunt singapore live on the runway. Seriously, they were sprawled everywhere onstage, walking aimlessly. And then there was the manager, whom in my opinion was there to save the day, who arranged them in a more organised fashion. Sure he had a beer belly, wore a faded red shirt, was short and other stuff, but that's the thing - he's not in the competition. Surprisingly, I heard people going like... "He's just embarassing himself." and "Serious ah? He so ugly worr." To those people, YOU'RE the one who's embarrasing yourselves with your shallow minds. Sorry, but I couldn't help blogging about it. But not to worry, the worst has yet to come.

2. Sentosa was okay, I guess. Nothing spectacular but kinda cool with it's forts and stuff. So was the night safari.

3. I liked the bus.

4. I liked the train.

5. I did not like the food.

6. I liked my hotel.

7. The last but most interesting part of all - a rare sighting of a drag queen! :D

And that, best beloved, is the end of today's crap.

PS: Again, this, in no way, is to publicly offend the beautiful country that is Singapore. But still, that taxi driver who kept comparing Malaysia to his homeland ought to stop. Seriously, we get it - Malaysia is "in the process of developing". Ciaoers!

i touched a green worm today.

eeeeeee.

It rained like there was no tomorrow... yesterday.

Meet Aang, my new best friend :D

" Water, Earth, Fire, Air

Long ago, the four nations live together in harmony.
Then, everything changed when the fire nation attacked. 

Only the Avatar, master of all elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.
A hundred years passed, and my brother and i discovered the new avatar - an air bender named Aang. 

Although his air bending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he can save anyone. But I believe, Aang can save the world. 
"

Yep, that's righto, people - we did a voice-over for the opening of "The Avatar". Dayyuuum, it was funny :D. Will be doing the sound effects next week - can't wait. I know. I'm not the best liar. Proves the oh-so-honest person I really am, huh? :D



Random question: How the heck did he manage to grow hair in between book 2 and 3? hmm -
puzzles the mind, it does, indeed!