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.

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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.