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!