People don't know truth even if it hits them in the nuts

I've been away for a long time. Sole reason because I'm getting sick and tired of this pretentious ludicrous you call 'social-networking'. I don't see people interacting in a manner where it cannot be carried out through the material world. Also, I want to clearly state that I'm talking about the people who waste countless hours on the internet on twitter, facebook and whatnot; not people signing off million-dollar business deals or updating oneself on the stock market.

The past few months has been an eyeopener. To step away from the fog of utter nonsense of today's "communication" through the internet, I can see clearly the intentions of your 'tweets' and 'wall posts'. Sad to say, only a handful seemed relevant.

Call me harsh, but these are my two cents. Object if you may as everyone is entitled the freedom to judge. I speak from observation and experience and somehow, I need to share this with you. Be it a revelation or a rant, I'll try to interpret my thoughts as subtly as possible.

Now, I'm sure everyone has been through scrolling down your news feed searching in vain for something to spark your interest. I sure have and every time I did this, I feel like a chunk of my life has been stolen from right under my nose. My news feed is flooded with people scribbling on each others' walls, random sentences to expose one's current emotion (but not revealing too much as comments urging them to spill is greatly expected), and most of all, CLAIMING INDIVIDUALITY OF THEMSELVES.

Oops sorry my caps lock likes to act up when im typing the truth.

Facebook gives an individual a vast creative space where they can express themselves, and sometimes, I think its toying with our very mentality. On many of the profiles in the description box, there's always a "I'm not who you think I am", "Don't judge me because you don't know me" and "I'm different".

1. People claim that they shouldn't be judge as others don't know who they are. However, they overexpose themselves with posting every detail of their life from breakfast to relationship issues, whether directly or subliminally. So, first you're telling me that I don't know you, therefore shouldn't judge you THEN you broadcast who exactly you are on facebook. People judge, its human intuition. You can't just TELL them not to judge and expect your wishes to be granted. And er... okay? Why are you telling me what you are? Why are you so quick to judge yourself? There is a chance you land yourself in a predicament where you decide the person you were advertising on your profile page is not who you want to be.

2. Yeah we all know you're different, you're weird and aliens would probably keep you as pets. But really? People are so obsessed with being "different" and "weird", they go all lengths to prove it! I know a handful who clearly states that they are. Sure, everyone is special. Everyone's got talents and interests but this obsession with trying to be different is turning into a norm. Isn't this situation all too paradoxical? Everyone sticks out from the crowd, until there is no more a crowd to stick up from and then you're back to square one. Just another one in a crowd.

3. The nonsense you people write on each others' walls! Sometimes its hard to actually believe what I'm seeing. People actually have such vehement conversations just to publicize themselves in a manner all too "subtle". Conversations of discussions from boys to the type of whatever they like spreads like wildfire and everyone wants to be a part of it. Thus, commenting is born. Why do I want to know what you and Ms. Obvious had for lunch at Pavilion after this super awesome movie in a theater flooded with hot guys for? Save me the hassle of SKIPPING this irrelevant information off my new feed, thank you. They created applications for this sole purpose. Instant messaging. Keep private conversations private and for the sake of this world, don't accuse someone of stalking you when you're broadcasting your whereabouts in such a way you might as well yell your location over a megaphone.

4. "She copied me because she knows I'm cool. I know I'm cool and I don't want anyone to be like me, but obviously I can't tell her not to be like me. That's like totally bitchy. I'm just gonna keep and eye out and tell everyone else that she's a carbon copy of... me" Sound familiar? Probably not as you are now trying to analyze yourself to see if you fit the description. You do, but you deny it in haste. We all know a pompous cock like that, sometimes the person happens to be in the mirror. So when your trademark good-bye or genre of music that only you listen to (how odd as a song at some degree of fame will make it to the internet where EVERYONE can access) has been 'stolen' by someone, you start pissing all over your property claiming you had it 'first'. Tell me, where did you get it from again? That's right, the internet. No one started anything first. Unless you invented electricity.

Idiots.

Ride his pulse and you forget

These past few weeks has been a shit-induced roller coaster ride.

Till then.

If you were Kristy...

The worst thing that happened to you today was the PSP running out of battery in the middle of owning a GP in burnout. *RAGGEEEE*

I thought about updating my blog yesterday morning but all my thoughts flew out the window when a small yet maniacal mosquito/fly insect thing decided to look for refuge in one of my nostrils. For a fraction of a second, I was just so disoriented. I choked on my breath because I fear if I inhaled, the insect would go in further. So I stopped whatever I was doing and just stood there, hoping that the insect would realize its idiocy and fly out. Maybe it did, I don't know but the whole day, I felt like there was something stuck up my nose. Probably implanting a mind control chip in my brain or worse.

Geez why am I telling you this?

Anyway, I was having a conversation with Justin the other day after watching the whole season 1 of Ugly Betty.

Justin : What's the indian girl's name?

I was trying to recall if there even WAS an indian girl in the show.

Kristy : What indian girl?

Justin : The fat one.

Kristy : What fat indian girl?

Justin : NEHHHH the one that likes Ignacio.

Kristy : OH. She's not Indian. Not all black people are indian, Justin. She's African-American. Her name is Constance.

If only the world were that easy where all black people are indians, all white people are american and all yellow-skinned monsters are chinese. And now he thinks all black people are African-American. It's like his new favourite word or something.

"You ride that squishy train!"

I have a party to go to.

Till then you crazy kids.

So you think you're cool huh

Oh gosh. I think this post has been long overdue. It's about Facebook! Yeah I know you crackheads have been expecting this shit from me, especially from me and you're just holding your big pile of anticipation right under your collective bosoms.

Ah yes, Facebook. The name itself is a mystery, much less the people who use it. Why Facebook? I had the weirdest visual when I first heard it on the radio somewhere. I mean, we had Friendster in the good ol' days which I have an account on (no I am not linking it) but after sometime, some chinese with tits for a brain decided it was cool to post up pictures of themselves cutting their wrists like moronic suicidal failures. No, seriously. It's not cool to show people what you spend your time doing using that sad excuse for a brain. How you take pictures of only your big cute eyes and none of your face. Why would I wanna look at pictures of eyes? Especially when you get a little too happy with your black eyeliner. And what's with the bleeding wrists? Dude, if you really want hits on your profile, a picture of your attempting suicide by shoving jellybeans and bleach down your throat with a fork have a much better chance compared with a picture of you with a bleeding wrist. It's such a vagina thing to do.

So Friendster I view no more.

Anyway, back to the topic. I succumbed into the pressure of having high-school friends and made myself an account to see what's the hype about. I mean, I heard of people actually staying up all night just to see updates on their friends. How caring! :)

Yeah so at first, when you don't have a lot of people to stalk, or what they call friends, its really boring. As in REALLY boring. All I did was stare at my profile and the only thing I had in my mind was WHATAFACK AM I DOING? Uh huh but it gets better because there are fan pages. Oh how I love the fan pages. Its actually very entertaining to watch your friends 'Become A Fan' of the RANDOMEST things.

Here's one I just had to laugh at:

*Looks in freezer, "OMG ICE CREAM!! ;D", *opens, "W.T.H? CHICKEN? D:<.."

Sure there are other stupid ones that can only be a product of a pre-pubescent hormonal 13 year old that puzzles me. Why would you want to become a fan of something like THAT? *RAGE* Like, "Saying it's fine when I'm not". How can you actually be a fan of THAT? Basically, you're just advertising how often you lie. Now, when I want to express my concern to someone I have to think twice because he/she just became a fan of saying it's fine when they're not.

"Stop teasing Justin Bieber. She has feelings too" This is so bull. Maybe I'm being biased because his songs are painfully catchy but come on. He ain't that bad. He's young and enjoying his life. Just because you fail at whatever he's doing doesn't mean you have to hate. There are always other things you can do like using your powerful foreign language skills to become a dishwasher at some fancy hotel.

Ridiculous.

Till then.

I am recycling emotions

There's one thing I really enjoy doing which is torturing myself watching old school romantic movies. I will sit on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a box full of tissues, anticipating the sob moments where I will cry my eyes out as I relate my life with theirs. I should feel shitty after crying over some poor sap's pathetic love life which is fictional but oddly, I'll feel really glad. Just happy. Just as simple as that... happy.

These movies really make you think.
So do sappy love songs.

Till then.

Staring at the carnage

First off, I want to say thank you for making me such a significance in your bleak and miserable life. I apologize because I cannot reciprocate your waves of emotions because I lack your mental retardation. Your impossible delusions of power and superiority have made me realize how much of a degenerate you really are. Oh, so you are hating on me? Well, bravo, I say to you with outstanding enthusiasm. I never did realize as somehow, I grew fond of your idiocy that I must say... is spreading like plague. Now, you cannot say I don't understand your hatred for me because I have been pondering about it a lot. Would you look at that?! I was THINKING about where your mental incapacity originated from. Maybe its your unusual blend of proteins and nucleotides in your DNA that makes you particularly vexatious. Perhaps its the impossible amount of pressure on your shoulders from being so insecure. Oh, how I pity. :(

Really, the things I hear you say about me is very amusing. I enjoy being placed on such a high pedestal and be thought of so much. My very presence bothers you! Do I really posses such a powerful aura where merely walking pass you across the halls strikes such a chord in you? Jealousy is a poison, my friend. I don't even need to lift a finger where you, on the other hand, gather your little two-faced companions to waste your breath discussing about how you abhor my ways. So you say I have changed. Have I changed into something better than you? Personally, I don't think I have changed. I still like licking the cream off oreos before eating the cookie. And if you repulse the way I am, why not talk to me? Do I instill such an amount of fear in you?

At the beginning, I have thought of making peace with you. But after much consideration, I realize degenerates like yourself have a mindset of an anus where all you ever will do is give people shit. What would confronting you do? Nothing, I say because you hate me and no matter what I do or say, you will still dislike my ways. So, my efforts will be futile. I have better things to do than care about what you say about me. I understand completely, how bleak your life is now. You just need something to make your day in school a lot more interesting, no? Well, if it does give you such satisfaction because you are just so incompetent like that, I shall not stop you. I am contented with the way I am and I don't need such adolescent, Hannah Montana kind of issues to get me through the day. At least when I dislike something or someone, I am consistent about it and not drift with wind of hypocrisy.

You entertain me. To watch your face distort in such a way when I walk pass you in the halls.

I laugh at you.

Till then.

Howdy Ya'll

So I was on my way home from school. In the car, I was enjoying the peaceful, though sometimes redundant music playing on the radio to match the somber drifting scenery. It rained, so everything looked extra depressing. Out of the blue, a car goes VRROM VROOM behind me. OBVIOUSLY the sound is to attract attention but all I saw driving pass me was shit on wheels. It sounds impressive, yeah but it looked like shit. Seriously. Fake headlight stickers. Like WHUT? How is that in anyway badass?

Geez, my hairdryer sounds as good and looks so much better.

Till then.

Hot blooded

Is it some untold aphorism that one can never really use up an eraser? Maybe it's just me but I think I have used up to five million erasers so far. Every time I buy an eraser or two, it either goes missing, breaks apart or vandalized by me. The fact that I like expensive erasers doesn't help as well. When I actually think about it, I've never really completely use up ONE eraser at a time. It's pathetic. Something so simple, cannot be done. I know, I know. Why am I talking about erasers when some fat diabetic kid who's eating a twinkie just passed out watching TwiFag somewhere.

When I was younger, I'd believe that someone out there is doing the exact same thing as I. It's pretty cool, really.

I'd also believe that someone would look very similar to me. Actually, I've come across this 'OSHIT-THAT-KID-LOOKS-LIKE-ME' situation once or twice. Once, I was in McD with my family when I saw the rear of a chubby lil' girl in a pink shirt and too tight gray pants. When she turned around, she looked like how I did when I was younger. Damn I only thought of one thing. I can't imagine how many retinas I've burnt just exposing my fat ass to the world. Sigh. Please don't bring your children out if Santa's going to drop them a treadmill on Christmas. The worst part is, I always thought I looked so fly with mah bell bottoms and over sized trainers. I would kill me back then.

Till then.

Bury all your secrets in my skin

So I'm reading Interview With The Vampire (finally) and it's just overwhelming. I can't explain the emotions that birth within me when I read the beauty and devastation of being a vampire. Louis, for one, is just a shattered shell, hollow to the bone. I have fallen in love with this particular character. Maybe because Anne Rice tore the words from my chest and turned it into his song, exactly the way I would sing it.

This is the real shit, my friends.

Till then.

Rooftop Blues

Till then.

Strange

Yesterday, I was in Sunway and my mom brought me to this shop which sells really cute novelty items. I was checking out the bracelets they had there and this very tall guy in a black shirt stood next to me. Awkward, I thought. Nonetheless, I carried on with my business of browsing through over-priced costume jewelery. When I turned around to retrieve my phone from my bag, I accidentally, I swear accidentally, nudged him with my elbow. Before I could make eye contact with him and apologize, he was already smiling.

Things started to get really weird.

"Sorry", I said and hastily walked beside my sister who was checking out mini musical machines. With much of my attention focused on rolling the knob which makes the music, tall black shirt guy walked pass me and 'accidentally' nudged me on my arm.

"Sorry", he said with the most horniest grin I have ever seen. =____________=

He seriously thought I was hitting on him.

Anyway, I played with a gyroscope or better known as NSD POWERBALL in the shop. It costs about a 100 bucks but daaaaamn its addictive. And it hurts like crap after a while.

Another mindfucking machine.

I caught the end of the 5th Malaysia National Figure Skating Championship there as well. There were flexible little girls standing all together in short short body hugging dresses. All I could think about was Hanson. Hahaha. :D

The other day, my grandma was in my house watching MTV or some other music channel when Lady GaGa's Telephone video was on.

Me: *in cantonese* Grandma, her body is so hot right?

She laughed and said yes hahahaaha.

Till then.

So I can fall asleep tonight

Hey there,
I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.
Where you are and how you feel.
With these lights off as these wheels
keep rolling on and on.
Slow things down or speed them up.
Not enough or way too much.
How are you when I'm gone?

And I can't make it on my own.
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.

Spare me just three last words.
"I love you" is all she heard.
I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.

-Ohio is for lovers

I smell so good

It's such a hectic week already, and it's only Tuesday. Since I have nothing significant to blog about, I leave you with this picture of an ambiguous looking animal I took the other day.

Is it a dog? A horse? A llama?

Till then.

Desire

I'm running on a tightrope now and the last thing I care is about my balance. Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing. I sit here, distraught, realizing my lungs were empty the whole while. The only thing I centered my focus on is the unbearable heat. I can feel every heartbeat, loud and barefaced. I lay on your bed, under the covers. I feel ever most safe but yet still so vulnerable, from the only thing that could break the doors down. I fixate all my senses on you. You know things I don't. I touch your hand, you barely noticed. I can imagine the wind taking me to places I don't want to go. You look at me under those eyelashes and I feel uncertain to what you may find behind my eyes. The things I want you never to know. I place my hand on your shoulder in fear I may break and fall. I touch your face, so soft. I lay here beside you, breathing the moment in. For the moment, I'll sleep alright in the infinite cold. I can't tell if I am happy or troubled. The emotions are like angry waves hugging the shore one after another inside of me.

She said she'll wait. But she wont wait forever.

Point made

“ I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her. ”

.. Ellen DeGeneres

Zombie

Click to read.

I really like this story. I don't know why but it just strikes a chord somewhere. Credits to Hansy. :D

Till then.

Regarding the statement below,

I HATE PEOPLE

Of course, that is probably the brash way to say it. For me, I pretty much dislike assholes. Assholes, which sums up 95% of this god forsaken world (and the people I know). For the ones who doesn't like explaining themselves, the sentence above works. Sure, what kind of people?

People who have zero gratification of any sort, for one. People who enjoy going on AWOL and expect to be hunted down. People, who are too much of a big gaping vagina, to pick up the phone and bloody call once in a while. People who jump to conclusions before they understand the situation. People who don't face the situation like a man. People who don't appreciate.

Damn I can go on and on.

So friends, to conclude my ever redundant message, please refer to the statement in bright bold letters.

I don't need.

Till then.

Salty

Meet Bryant. He brought me to Ikea to buy photo frames.

This is what he does with the photo frames. =__________=

Have you ever introduced yourself to the same person twice? It's hell embarrassing.

Till then.

I want to eat now

HOLY CRAAAPZZZ;SKDJFA;SDF

Cherpumple Pie

Bottom: pumpkin pie inside a spice cake, middle: apple pie inside a yellow cake, top: cherry pie inside a white cake, all surrounded by cream cheese frosting.

The Icingcano

Bottom layer of brownies, topped by a layer of chocolate cake and a layer of red velvet cake, smothered in Oreos mixed with frosting, rice Krispies, marshmallow fluff, meringue and chocolate pudding.

The Smorturary

One layer of marshmallows, a layer of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, another layer of marshmallows sandwiched between two S’more Pop-Tarts topped in chocolate sauce.

Dessertwiches

Chocolate chip cookies covered in chocolate and nuts sandwiching coffee icecream.

I don't know why I do this to myself. I want them all.

http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/

Till then.

Alex Cheah Wei Hong

This post is especially for you because... you're now 20! HAHAHA!

I hope you, for once, will stop thinking such morbid thoughts on your birthday and celebrate. Happy birthday! Remember you're the closest thing I ever had to an older brother.


Lots of love,
Me! :D

Masquerading as a man with a reason

I awoke to the noises of birds and other woodland creatures that somehow managed to make their way to my house. Sure it sounds like something from a fairytale but it isn't very pleasant when they rip your bags of rubbish all over your yard.

But I like him. :)

I want to know how to mask my ever deteriorating control over my emotions.

Till then.

Bring me to the Gallows

Have you ever twisted your ankle? Sure it hurts like hell for a few days then it heals. But from time to time, it just comes back to haunt you, like a nagging, blunt sensation all the way up to your shin. It sucks man.

So I attended Sports Day today. To be completely honest with you guys, I was a tad disappointed. I shall spare you the details because I'm just so lazy to talk shit about people these days. Yes.. lazy. Actually, more like sick and tired of it. If you haven't noticed, it's always the same story playing on replay.

Now, after sitting under direct sunlight for half an hour, the shade of my skin tone is AWFUL. My forearms are dark as hell while my legs are... well they weren't exposed so I guess they're normal. I look like I dipped my arms in a tub of chocolate.

Oh well, at least I make a beautiful chocolate person nontheless. :P

Till then.

Barbie dollz

I was playing with barbie dolls in the toy store and someone slapped me from behind and I was called girly. I'm still fighting back the tears. What a jerk! I personally believe Barbie is the next Antichrist with their ever menacing appearance and manipulative qualities. Besides, who else can contort their body like them? I plan to initiate a Barbie commercial, notifying all little girls and pansy boys to join me as my minions to assist me as I commence world domination.

To the ignorant public, it may seem as if I was 'playing tea party' with those plastic dolls but in reality, I was implanting microrobotic chips into their plastic casing to remotely control them. Imagine, tens of thousands of Barbie dolls (and Ken dolls) marching up to the White House in the BarbieMobile. annihilating every awestruck soul along the way. See? People just don't know masculinity even if it hits them smack in the face.

Till then.

Wormholes

I will need to consult my proxy in the 5th dimension. Therefore, I'm currently preparing myself for the travel through my self-constructed wormhole by going on a cupcake binge. Prelude to phase one of world domination.

New layout

AGAIN. I was told my previous blog layout was not viewable to some people. I thought I'd go for something different this time. I find it a little girly but its clean and simple. Mm, change is good I guess.

I got this in an email hahaha.

Why beer is better than women

You can enjoy a beer all month.
Beer stains wash out.
You don't have to wine and dine a beer.
Your beer will always wait patiently for you in the car.
When beer goes flat you toss it out.
Beer is never late.
HANGOVERS go away.
A beer doesn't get jealous when you grab another beer.
Beer labels come off without a fight.
When you go to a bar, you know you can always pick up a beer.
Beer never has a headache.
After you have a beer, the bottle is still worth a dime.
A beer won't get upset if you come home with beer on your breath.
If you pour a beer right, you will always get good head.
You can have more than one beer a night and not feel guilty.
You can share a beer with your friends.
You can have a beer in public.
A frigid beer is a good beer.
You don't have to wash a beer before it tastes good.
Beer always comes in multiples of six.
You can't catch anything but a "buzz" from a beer.
After you have a beer, you're committed to nothing other than
dumping the empty bottle.
A beer never costs you more than five dollars and never leaves
you thirsty.
When your beer is gone, you just pop another.
You rarely (if ever) find beer labels on the shower curtain rod.
Beer looks the same in the morning.
Beer doesn't look you up in a month.
Beer doesn't worry about someone walking in.
Beer doesn't worry about waking the kids.
Beer doesn't get cramps.
Beer doesn't have a mother.
Beer doesn't have morals.
Beer doesn't go crazy once a month.
Beer always listens and never argues.
Beer labels don't go out of style every year.
Beer doesn't whine, it bubbles.
Beer doesn't have cold hands/feet.
Beer doesn't demand legality.
Beer is never overweight.
If you change beers, you don't have to pay alimony.
Beer won't run off with your credit cards.
Beer doesn't have a lawyer.
Beer doesn't need much closet space.
Beer can't give your herpes or other nasty things.
Beer doesn't complain about the way you drive.
Beer doesn't mind if you fart or belch.
Beer never changes its mind.
Beer doesn't tease you or play hard to get.
Beer never asks you to change the station.
Beer doesn't make you go shopping.
Beer doesn't tell you to mow the grass.
Beer doesn't mind seeing Chuck Norris and Charles Bronson flicks.
Beer is always easy to pick up.
Big, fat beers are nice to have.
Beer doesn't pout or play games.
Beer NEVER says no.
Beer never complains when you take it somewhere.
Beer doesn't need to go to the 'powder room' with other beers.
Beer doesn't wear a bra.
Beer doesn't complain about insensitivity.
Beer doesn't use up your toilet paper.
Beer doesn't live with its mother.
Beer doesn't blow you off.
Beer doesn't care if you have no culture or manners.
Beer doesn't bitch, yell, or cry.
Beer doesn't mind football season.
A beer is more likely to know how to spell "carburetor" than a woman.
A beer doesn't think baseball is stupid simply because the guys spit.
A beer doesn't give a fuck if you keep a bunch of other beers around.
A beer will not insist that those odious Michelin commercials
with babies are "cute".

Till then.

Never too late to start

Hello friends.

I want all of you to meet this supercentenarian named Elizabeth Bolden. She was born on 15 August 1890 and passed away on 11th December 2006, which makes her 116 years and 118days old. Sure, not the oldest person ever but here is why she really fascinates me:-

"Lizzie married Lewis Bolden circa 1908 and their first child, a son named Ezell, was born on September 21st 1909. She had seven children in total, only two of whom were still alive at the time of her death in 2006.

In addition to Lizzie’s seven children she had 40 grand-children, 75 great grand-children, 150 great-great grand-children, 220 great-great-great grand-children and 75 great-great-great-great grand-children. Geez, imagine Christmas at granny’s house."

This is Jeanne Calment. 21st February 1875 – 4th August 1997 Age: 122 years 164 days

What's incredible is that Calment met Vincent Van Gogh in 1888 when he came to her father’s shop to buy some paint and pencils. She described him as dirty, badly dressed and disagreeable. She remembers this visit clearly along with watching the Eiffel tower being built.

She was the last person living to have personally met the artist.She smoked right up until she was 117. Calment ascribed her longevity and youthful looks to olive oil. She rubbed it on her skin, drank it and used it in cooking. She enjoyed port wine and ate almost one kilogram (2.2lbs) of chocolate per week.

At age 85 Jeanne took up fencing and at age 100 she was still riding a bicycle.

Yeah I don't know why I'm blogging about old people. Much less read about them. I just find them incredible interesting. A granny that can smoke up to a right age of 100 can beat superman's tight ass anyday.

Btw, this is real book.

Till then.

source: listverse

Remember

Remember those phone calls that lasted till 5AM? The same phone calls that got you grounded from the phone. Yeah, the same calls that sparked such irrational emotions. We would talk about the most irrelevant things like cheerleaders and cartoon characters. I guess its the little things that I remember most.

I remember how I met you. I remember what you wore. Or at least, what you didn't wear. I remember trying not to laugh at how all the girls were swooning over you and how you were oblivious to it. I introduced myself while trying to keep it cool. I remember the first time we went out. I had to spend the whole night untangling her nerves the night before. It was at KLCC, and we watched Twilight. There wasn't many choices on the movies but since you opted for it, I watched it anyway. Even though I've already watch it twice before that. I remember not telling you that. I remember where we went after that. Dome Cafe, where I ordered Earl Grey because... I've never really tasted Earl Grey before. I enjoyed listening to you, your stories and your views. I remember meeting your mom for the first time, in Isetan. I remember how you were trying to reach her, but your phone was whacked so you used mine even when your gigantic fingers couldn't press the keys. Yeah, those were the days. The days where there were only three of us.

I remember the second movie we watched; Australia. I wanted to watch it because Hugh Jackman stars in it. I remember how you laughed when I cried or how you wont stop throwing popcorn at me. I remember crashing a Christmas party. Though the part where some girls were crying for you in the pool was a little unexpected, I enjoyed myself otherwise. I remember the gift you got for me. I remember Patrick and company with their wine in the pool. I remember the stupid things all of us did after that. Yeah, very stupid.

Things started to change. I couldn't keep in contact much because I had school and I lived so far away. Things started happening and before I knew it, the three of us turned into two plus one. I really didn't mind. Not even a little but I remember how it turned out so disastrous later on. It was nice to know you had my back. It was nice to have things all back to normal. Well, what's close to normal, at least I remember how you'll rant about her friends in their short short booty shorts. We used to talk everyday, then it was just every week. We just exchanged simple hellos continued on. Yeah, things were different.

Then you got to know her. And you got to know them. And you changed. I remember the anger I felt, though now I think its rather stupid. Before I knew it, you were hanging out with them almost every week. They changed you and somehow, just a small part of me felt at lost. You weren't the same person anymore. I remember the other night, we played 20q's and maybe we said a little more that we should. I remember the last time you called. And I remember the last time I called you.

I remember the things you said. I remember my disappointment. I remember getting over it too because when I think about it, its so selfish of me to expect anything more. Maybe I just can't accept the fact that you've changed. You're just this person I don't know anymore. I called because I was concerned. Not a word from you I have heard in a little more than a month. The worst came into my head, but obviously I denied it. I wanted to tell you the bad thoughts I had in my head about you. I wanted you to know how much I hated your stupid change. But I didn't tell you and I guess you'll never know. You know how they say you'll realise when your friends change? Well it doesn't work for me. Change has a way of waltzing up to me and punching me right in the face.I hope you enjoy their company.

No Sound but the wind

Guess who's short sighted now?




With a missing tooth.


Till then.

.... cereal

I'm so not used to blogging with titles and labels. I keep forgetting them because they're so freakin' small on the screen. And I don't enjoy cracking my head for titles. For example, this post's title is called cereal. Geez, who the hell wants to read about cereal?

I hope you do.

I hate corn flakes. It tastes like cardboard. They even included two strawberries there so it doesn't look like shit.

Everytime I go grocery shopping to pick up... well, groceries, I would be standing at the CEREAL aisle for at least fifteen minutes. Since I was a kid, I always have a dilemma when it comes to choosing between Honey Stars and Koko Krunch. And I only could pick one. Who would be so cruel to put a child in a situation where he/she drops down paralyzed with indecision? I liked Honey Stars because it was sweet and it doesn't tastes like shit even if it soaked in the milk for long. And they're small, which fits in my mouth nicely. Not to mention they're shaped as freakin' stars! STARS! Small, sweet, yellow, stars. Doesn't it just sound like a damn fairytale?

I also like Koko Krunch because.. well just look at the spelling. Koko Krunch lol. Crunch is spelled with a damn K. Has a special ring to it. My favorite part is when it turns the milk chocolate. It's like magic in a box. Koko Krunch also have this weird shape that looks similar to a concave lens. Didn't like to put it in my mouth but it turns the damn milk chocolate. Need I mention I love chocolate milk?

I wrote a complain letter to Nestle, stating that Koko Krunch is a product of straight-up racism and they came up with Koko Krunch Duo. Which makes it tastes gay. Lol, jk.

So, just the other day I was at the supermarket, picking out cereal. Honey Stars or Koko Krunch. I literally got stares from those yoga bitches flinging their diet cereals in my face. I was choosing between Honey Stars and Koko Krunch, yet the other healthy cereals sitting on the shelf were silently mocking me. Friggin' grains with raisins and other thingamajigs in there. I eventually took Froot Loops. Lol, yeah I know the whole thing about Froot Loops are gay Cheerios or something but we aint got no cheerios here. The amount of sugar in froot loops, if consumed daily, does things to your head man.

But suuuuuuuuuuuugaar, 'tis geewd.

Till then.

I'm eating the sun

Yep. It's just one of those days where I just feel like sleeping all day. Someone needs to do the world a favor and declare a 30-hour day system. It's February and I feel like I'm just drifting through to the days with assignments, chores and... more assignments are chores.

To Hanson: See. Not everyone is granted the luxury of leaving the house chores to someone else. :P

I've not been ranting very often these days because there is literally too many things I want to damn to hell. Like, during my PMR year, I don't remember being so worked up. And its only the beginning of the year. Way to enter the decade..

Yes. I'm pissed a lot these days. A LOT. Because I don't get to do the shit I want to do. Like, read something other than textbooks or take dancing classes.

No, I don't dance lol. Can't dance for shit neither.

Btw;

I AM LEARNING PHYSICS IN BAHASA MALAYSIA YAAAAAAAY ME!!11!

Stupid teacher can't teach for shit!

Till then.

Chain E-mails Pt. 2

I want to put my foot into the mouth of whoever that came up with chain mails. Apparently, I am at risk of being raped by an albino goat, getting run over by a car if I step out of my house, being electrocuted or dying of some sort of unknown tropical disease because of the 2581293851234 emails I did not forward (or read for that matter). Yes. I'm being told that I am a selfish, cruel, heartless prick by a faggot that goes by the email of cutie_gal606@fuckingprick.com.

It's hard to comprehend the mind-numbing stupidity of the email itself, but need I even start on the people who feels obliged forwarding it to me?

There are a few kind of chain mails out there.

Example no. 1:

Dear reader, this is a true fact. There is a dying little boy in Skarfaksjdfkvnoonasdf in desperate need of money because he has no parents, no money, no house, no family, no arms, no legs, no liver and no ducks. I, from Fuck-A-Life Organisation is here to make an initiative to help this non-existent boy. For each email you forward, three cents will be donated to this little boy with no liver. Remember that we have no device in counting the emails forwarded and the lives we have annoyed. Have a heart. Forward this email. It costs you nothing.

P.S. If you dont forward this email. You will die tomorrow.

Lulz, and they include some pictures of a boy that looks like hell. How pityful. :(

In sentence no.1, how is it more reassuring that suspicious?

Example no. 2:

1.) When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.

Sometimes, it just means that she wants you to shut the hell up.

2.) When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.


So, either she's a bitch who spends day and night arguing... like a bitch or she's an emotional train wreck who wallows in her misery.

3.) When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how
long you will be around.

LOL. No maybe its just because she's wondering why your face looks so horribly disfigured and is just wondering how long will your horrendous face will be around her.

4.) When a GIRL answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... she is not at all
fine.

Why do they ALWAYS make it sound like women are all just fucking liars? WHY?

5.) When a GIRL stares at you she is wondering why you are lying..

Please refer to no.3.


When a GIRL lays on your chest .. she is wishing for you to be hers forever.



When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered.

Whoever wrote this must be dying of insecurity.

When a GIRL says ' I love you ' .. she means it.

Nuh uh. Maybe she just wants that pretty Louis vuitton bag that costs an arm and a leg.

When a GIRL says ' I miss you ' .... no one in this world can miss you more than that.
My cat can.

Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person ....



Find a guy .. who calls you beautiful instead of hot.

who calls you back when you hang up on him.

who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses
your forehead.

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

Who holds your hand in front of his friends.

Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he
is to have you.

Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!! '



If you open this you have to repost i t, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck
for the rest of your life!!!!!



If I don't get this back I guess your not my friend. If you have a lot of love for
someone.

copy and send this to your whole list. In 5 minutes your true love will call or
message you.



Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you. Something good
will happen to you at approx. 1:42pm tomorrow, it could be anywhere.



So get ready for the biggest shock of your life. If you break this chain,you
will be cursed with relationship problems for the most important time of your
life.

Send this to 15 people in 15 minutes to carry on the chain...and spare yourself
the emotional stress.

Yeah the fonts are just THAT big to highlight the idiocy of this email. I got a concussion after commenting the first few WHATGIRLSLIKEFACTS. "Send this to 15 people in 15 minutes to carry on the chain...and spare yourself the emotional stress."

First, it says if I open the email and not forward it, I will have bad luck for the rest of my life. If I dont send it back to the prick that sent it to me, I am not his/her friend. Dammit if this is how you determine a "friendship", I rather be off without idiots in my life. I need an email to tell me I have emotional stress, and to overcome my stress, I will need to forward this most mindfucking email to 15 people. They even gave me a time limit. Yeah. I think I can handle the 'stress', the zero chances in a relationship and being a loner. I rather do something less tormenting, like hacking my brains out.

Example no.3:

>Insert a few horror stories.
>threaten if they do not send it, it will happen to you
> Lots of '>' that fills half the email wanting you to scroll down while making a wish.
>Annoys the fuck out of you.
>Send to 1 person: you will make on person miserable
>Send to 2-5 people: you will make 2-5 people miserable
>Send to everyone on your list: you will be emailing to what we know is the 21st century genocide.

Example no.4:

~As if you give a shit, here is a lovely poem about friends, puppy dogs and rainbows~

Send this to all your friends to put a smile on their ugly faces! If you don't, you will not have sex for life.

I hate emails. What happened to the good old days where emails are just for communicating and not rubbing their self-righteousness in your face? Who gives a flying fuck about not being the best friend of all in your list just because an freakin' email says so? WHAT KIND OF SENSE DOES THAT MAKE?

Till then.