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February 2, 2006

What a kerfuffle...

What a kerfuffle... Posted at 01:00 AM

Yesterday I was at the gym again. Overworked myself by 15 minutes more than usual BUT...all very much worthed it because in front of me, after a bout half an hour on the treadmill, this very, extraordinarily hot hot hot guy started doing the treadmill too =). He was tall, goddamnit tall, probably was about 6 foot 2, dusty blond hair just the way I liked it, lol. Kinda reminded me of a 20 year old Richard McKander if that's what he looks like now...and PERFECTLY toned figure. Reeeally nice shoulders. Didn't look older than 25, nope. Sooo bloody heavensent and everything in between, for the day. Hey it made my day at least=P.

So at first he was jogging right in front of me, then after about 20 minutes, stopped and went off to God knows where. Sad really, but then later came back and took the machine 45 degrees to my left so i was smiling to myself again. Ahaha. While I was doing at average 6.0 kmph, he went on at average fucking 15.0 kmph for a good half-an hour. Phwoar. His girlfriend must be working just as hard to keep up with him

. He was really pushing it but looking so effortlessly that he accidentally kicked the side of the treadmill twice with bangs and the trainer nearby probably got mini heart jumps, haha. I just felt giddily stupefied =). And with all these very thoughts i started playing with my almost -saucy- imagination and grinning cheekily to myself still while running, HARHAR...Friggin hell and since he was wearing a sleeveless jersey and all, sweating and glistening, oh and no tattoos which was cute, lol. I'd say....probably a Deusch.

Anywho.....my point is. This is fun. Not being serious with my feeings for once is fun. Not feeling guilty self-gushing over hot guys that I'm sure as hell will never get feels divine. =). Trying on one without having to go as far as expecting anything feels safe.

And for the record, I'm loving giving advice right now to 101 friends with how to get a girl, how to reject a irl, how get over a guy, how to NOT get over a guy and fifty thousand more. I like that knowledge of people trusting me and the faith to rely on me....when I myself can be a very dependant person. And it pleases myself even more when the advices work. And if at the meantime God wants me to stick with only doing that hey, I'm perfectly fine with it no complaints. In fact, I feel magical =). Because this is actually a proof that my words do make differences to others somehow.

Don't they though?...

go nuts

February 5, 2006

i-want-sean-biggerstaff

i-want-sean-biggerstaff Posted at 01:59 AM

Dear God, please make me Scottish in my next life. But I'd like to keep my name if that's okay. My great great great grandfathers would be warriors in the great battles against the blarrdy English. I would have that enigmatic tounge called the Scot's accent so pure it'd be almost Druidic. Be able also to speak Gaelic. Dance like the nymphs. Sing like the nymphs. Know how to make shortbread by heart. Tartan will be the in-style statement S/S, F/W all year round. The fact that I'm not white hopefully would be a case put aside. The fact that I'm not a Roman Catholic also hopefully would not be a barricade. The fact that I don't believe in sprites also hopefully, should not be a problem. =)

"Scotland is the best holiday getaway after Siberia. It is also ranked first best vacation spot amongst the places of interest in Scotland. Holidaymakers come here to bask in the rain..."

~Little Britain

Lol, anywho.

Probably will be back next weekend. Godspeed, hopefully by then. Because I just found out I can pause my classes anytime I want =). That means I get to make the call WHEN I want to go home.

I...can't...waittogettogetherwithmyCOMEBANKSagainforanotherroundfsleepoveratEJ'SPLACEandnoparentsitwillbethehottestsleepoverYET!

I just got offered to be the vet's part-time assistant, how cool is that? And then Amelia asked me to drop by at her dad's clinic once in a while when I get back just to see how things work and get used to it I might try volunteer myself there as an intern or something. Hyeeaaah.

I miss my only best friend around here. Kelly's been sent to be spayed and I won't get to see her in a few days. NOBODY TO COMPLAIN TO. =)

Chin chin!

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February 6, 2006

Little does it...

Little does it... Posted at 04:01 PM

Flying back to Ipoh on Thursday, period. =)

Then the next day, INSTALLATION DAY!!! At about this time for the last two years I've been leading the Editorial Board with stage preparation for the bigass day. Then at the same time I'd be helping Sam and Ee Lin arrange our blue guard of honour and the orchids and everything. Dang, I loved the authority come to think of it now...and on Friday I'll be coming in something casual it's almost depressing, when Ee Lin'll still be allowed to come in HER BLAZER.

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...this is the only one i can still find in my photobucket. yoke mun goh after she got badged as Head PURR-fect. lol. A phenomenal wonder no shit.

Anywho. God I can't wait to get back no questions asked.

Today's BJJ class was heaps of fun. I learnt this back-crash thing and the guard-pass and my opponent was A LOAD so the hardest part was to make my moves nice and swift cos I was more focused on making him MOVE at least rather than speed. Tsk. When he countered my guard-pass (cos it was already the bloody 7th minute I think into the grapple-spar and my limbs couldn't take it much more by then), he practically pinned me down by pushing down HARD on my pelvis it hurt like mighty hell and then ended it bysliding his back across my lower ribs I SWORE if he had put more into it my lungs would've collapsed. Lots of people actually passed out or threw up or even broke a limb at the dojo because they 'forgot' to tap on the opponent to end the submission i.e. the CHOKES, ARM BARS (elbow-dislocation), FIGURE-4(shoulder dislocation), KNEE-RIDES (driving the knee head-on into the stomach), etc. It's brutal. I like.

Know what the next school events I can't wait for? -DEBATE-. Wira AND Rotary. I heard it's coming around early this year. I miss being a part of everything school-ish so much it's almost pathetic, cos even now, getting interrogated by the school guard before being allowed in is not the nicest experience everytime

. I repeat, I loved the authority.

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February 8, 2006

Say no to homophobes!...and local socialites. Lol.

Say no to homophobes!...and local socialites. Lol. Posted at 05:34 PM

Seriously. What IS IT with the Hermes Kelly and Birkin bags?

People all over the world bite each other's arms to cut line ordering for one of them glamorous crap of their own and I think it's only oh-so-very much sought after because it's rare. I heard they stopped making it now.

Okay yeah the fuschia Kelly does sort of compel in a very classy way. But other than that, about RM30k per custom-made bag and this one, out of OSTRICH hide, fucking hell, the little bugger's worth can feed Botswana for sobbing out loud. The more classic red Kelly's made out of crocodile leather. HI, CROCODILE LEATHER!!, why not illegalise mink coats again why don't we?! I know it's almost too common but STILL. Rich people should be put in cages. There's a fuschia Kelly on the table behind me and the cat loves scratching on it but I never bothered to pull her away from it. It's an emblem of exploitation as I see it. =)

I suppose now that I'm out of school it's even less harmful to talk about my future regarding, having my own 'picket fence'. Lol, but only as an exaggeration.

My future husband will be a fortunate man at least in the sense that, I won't be asking for Guccis and YSLs every other season. A Kelly bag of every colour. Cosmetics that cost thousands a set. Maybe only for special ocassions but not a whole carriageful within a week or something.

Because I went to the Louis Vuitton CNY 'housewarming' last Saturday, honestly it wasn't all that, but I can say that Malaysian High Society is just PLASTIC. Call me medieval but seriously, PUH-LASTIC! I just don't feel that all of them deserve it. Some of them look fat and ugly after knowing they're filthy rich, it's amazing how that psychology works. They have boob jobs gone wrong that don't even match their ready-kampung faces, I swear. The all-too typical Malaysian jinjang or skanky attitude will always still be there no matter how many oil rigs they own. I'm sorry I sound like an all-round Malaysian-hater but no, I'm just for this, ACT YOUR WORTH, honey, your eyebrows are too high they make your very prominent short and squashed Melayu nose look like half a snout now. If you don't have a cute cleveage, wearing a bustier will make your chugs look FLATTER. If your body failed at hourglass academy, baring the mid-riff at a cocktail party is just giving an extra steak course to the guests when all they're suppose to have then are tequillas. Just because the electric-cute size-2 Dior diamond-white crochet top looked heaven on Gemma Ward doesn't mean it looks good on You now even though you are a size-2 yourself, but hi, you're a sixty-year-old antique, it makes aaaall the difference, you are -not- hot. I thought to these people fashion is religion, obviously some of them misunderstood their 10 Commandments. L-O-L.

Oh, my honest opinion entirely. =)

Seriously, leave the whole black-tie thing to the westerners, and stop making them patronize us just cos we're the pathetic saps too stupid at walking the walk and talking the talk...

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Anybody has tips on bum-trimming...

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When I go back to Ipoh, I'm going to let-loose country style! Do the things I'm ver much more useful at. Sleep while my hair's still wet. Bowl with a ham sanny in my left hand. Ride the escalator up two steps at a time. Step out of the car under the roasting sun not having to look kempt and neat in front of the valet people. Sit with my knees together and feet apart. Smile at people because I genuinely know them and not because I HAVE to get to know them. Look left and right and see typical typical Ipoh girls with faux-Von Dutch hand bags and having to chuckle at myself again, but this time with relief...that people back at home are donning fakes because it's the genuine them, where as here people don authentic Donna Karans because their limited original self ran out of ideas on how to spend their bigass inheritance. Lol. No I'm not saying somebody should tell them how to use their OWN money. Just doing plain decent dissing.

I'm sick of the gourmet society.

....for the time being that is,

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February 13, 2006

When the radio's off...

When the radio's off... Posted at 10:57 PM

What I think about Valentine's Day...

I don't reckon it's as pristine as the Alps, nor more splendid than the frostings on the Crown Jewels.

*dialling the volume up on Keith Urban...*

I don't think it's as morbid as Tim Burton's twisted psychology, nor as worthless as my appendix.

In fact I can't even find it stupid.

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What I think about eros love...

I don't reckon it's as pristine as the Alps, nor more splendid than the frostings on the Crown Jewels.

I don't think it's as morbid as Tim Burton's twisted psychology, nor as worthless as my appendix.

I can't find it stupid.

I think love is something liquid. Of anonymous elements. You don't know when it's going to go rock-hard on you, or wisp away. You don't even know which is better.

But for what it's worth, if I find it again, I'll name it something else. And after I get to name it, I'll take the driver's seat and wheel on by myself, because by then it'll be time I learn to be more independent and do things the way I see perfect. Being insecure now is alright, because once I realise with divine clarity that I'm not anymore, then I'll know when to pull over and let a traveller in. Right now I just need all the help I can get to memorise my size inside and out, and learn to give the most elaborate definition to purpose in the shortest, most ironic way you'd think I'm shallow.

=)

This morning I woke up in the middle of a dream. It wasn't a nice one, there was that significant recessive feeling to it, and it was concerning a certain someone I was talking to recently. See the clearest fear concerning is that of letting down my guard again. Obviously I'm not about to let that happen again, because I'm not about to settle for something I didn't work for it'd just be unfair. Has anybody ever thought of that though? Settling for something right there just an armlength away but free of charged? It's like accepting charity when you're well capable. It's unfair.

So I woke up, ran a few errands and in between while my limbs moved I stole bits of time to stare and think while nobody was looking...cos I might smile or roll my eyes or even chuckle to myself when remembering cuteness. Apparently people tend to not give me enough privacy when thinking to myself. And it's also amazing how much I think but've never been wise enough at it. I succumb to lame pettiness as if they'll always let me recover back to square one. Well tough luck, sometimes trusting too much sucks.

Then I took out the carpet in my room and let it bask in the sun, swept the floor beneath, and threw a duvet over that square of floor, and laid on my back staring up with ears bunged with speakers and thought some more. Damn, can uselessness be any grander these days...

go nuts

February 15, 2006

Sh*******T .

Sh*******T . Posted at 11:29 AM

Do any of you come across that Cinemax ad often? You know, the MEGASTUPID one. DON'T...try to educate me on the actual meaning of stupid, stupid...

I've had to by accident see it over and OVER again and it nevernevernever fails to get to me maahahay-jor time. Everytime. Every-bloodysickening-time...Cos there's this very short, snippet of a horror movie whatsitsnameidonotwishtoknowactuallysopissoff that showed this sort of hell-boy kid-munchkin thing crawling out from under a bed or something that looked smth like this:

Munchkin-kid...

...die die DIE !!!!

Today I saw it again and I screamed....twice....then wailed some more into the pillow nearby. My brother snorted at me. Lol.

...lol, I think I draw on paper better, I have twitchy fingers.

It was way way scarier on telly with sordid colours and stuff. I get spooked very easily, so shut up.

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After talking to Berlina the other day, I figured, I can be a disgusting piece of work. Lol.

- I leave half-full mugs of coffee in my room for days until the contents go thick and stinky before I actually get arsed enough to wash them clean...

- I love pasta so much I can eat a 2-day old serving that's been left to go off in the car...

- When I was back in England, during the winter, showering once a week is very common,...sometimes I'd go into the bathroom with my towels, turn the shower on, sit on the carpet and read for about ten minutes, then pat my hair with water a bit, tie the towel around my hair, then walk out showing mum as if I was all cleaned up. And sometimes it goes on for like 2 weeks or so...and I was the type of girl who got really worked up during PE, joined the guys at football during playtime and stuff....=)...

- Here, I'd wake up early, but sometimes I'd shower after noon just before the Zohor prayers so that I'm all freash for the warmer side of the day. =). Yeah it's late, so what...

- I may look prim and stuff while eating with people, but alone or with my family I can be a pig. Prawn scales often fly off the plate down to the floor...I give the use of napkins a meaning because things do spill on my shirt...=)

...and so on.

DON'T JUDGE ME! .......har har har.

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February 16, 2006

Eyes on the prize.....

Eyes on the prize..... Posted at 08:32 PM

...you've no idea how much it pains me to have to do another entry after the last one. I was starting to appreciate how expression-ful my retarded drawing was..........

Lol, anywho...

My 5 Simple Pleasures

1. Bingo. Pasta. In fact, I had PASTA TODAY. In fact 2, I had 4 helpings of pasta already today it's churning happy juices inside of me =). I love pasta so much I want an official website dedicated to it. LOL. If pasta was a country, I'd change citizenship and have it's national emblem branded on my neck. When I retire, I shall live in the valleys of Tuscany keeping my aged self fit kneading PASTA!! Seriously, it takes good body strength to really get into the dough...I LOVE PASTA!!

2. Little Britain. This is the best show in the whole entire world. Screw you people who think you're too smart for this, British humour is just plain ACE! I watched the first and second series twice on dvd and I'd watch them again! They have queer pastors, that 14 year old fat biotch who swapped her baby for a Westlife CD, the very very CAMP PM's assistant who always tries to get the Prime Minister in bed with him....I LOVE!

3. I like practising my Scottish accent where I'm the only one concerned. Ahaha. It all goes spontaneously, like when I read old posts, or random articles by myself. It's FUN. =D. I might even try Welsh next if I get the hang of Scottish well enough. Lol, this is even more sexy than French accent. Exhibit one practitioner, MY Sean Biggerstaff.

4. I like winding up people's heads in the simplest, most direct way. . It's a guilty pleasure...pleasure pleasure pleasure. How I do it? I dunno talk to me and I show you...

5. I like being alone when it matters. My living room is probably my favourite room in the house after my bedroom, because nobody ever hangs around there long enough so I usually steal hours alone there and sometimes people passing by wouldn't even notice me there. I like that even in the day the high ceiling gives it a wooden, resonating ambience. I'd do some random sketchings or read or just sit down and think...the park is an alternative too. Like jogging around Polo Ground alone doing some reflecting...call me boring, I bet you are too. =)

kay I tag....Vernie, Yannie, ...and whoever still reads this lah!....

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I like watching the Torino Winter Olympics.

I think Anberlin is rad. I've already gotten a few people addicted to Paperthin Hymn. I love love love Stephen Christian's very sultry vocals in it. He doesn't need to scream to mark that they're a punk-emo band. HAH! They rock. Second in rank is Mae and Funeral for a Friend. Yeah I know pretty un-famous but the best thing about lesser-known bands is that the people who really listen to them....well listen to them. =). Unlike some people who go gaga over Simple Plan just because everybody does. Luh-aaame...

camp and mega-ace at it....=D

.....the Prime Minister and SEBASTIAN THE BEST GAY EVER!!! =D xxx

Anywho....time for another round of spaghetti!...

go nuts

February 20, 2006

The 14th Month

The 14th Month Posted at 05:52 AM

If anybody cares this loser feels like shit. I'm picking a fight with the time. I'm picking a fight with my whole biology. If sound stops on my account at any time I'd give my day a better meaning. Obviously it does not.

I'm leaving my baby for a long sleepover starting today. However much it's gonna help I'll be the judge of it...

Foul is an understatement to anything right now.

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February 26, 2006

DON'T patronise me...

DON'T patronise me... Posted at 10:07 PM

Nottingham - nottingem

Greenwich - gren-nich

Warwick - war-rick

Plymouth - plimerth

...if u want to mention it for the sake of sounding hip and classy at least say it right you're embarassing us proper.....

Malaysia needs a human junk control department. Like a fashion police force which also arrests those who 'scuttle' in public areas like trash. Looking like trash, sounding like trash, walking acting THINKING...like trash. If the government doesn't have enough money to set up a precint for every major town could we have one in Ipoh at elast, please? Those human junk at Ipoh Parade wearing those disgusting ankle-length skinny jeans with dangling belts and gay caps and bright-coloured fake Vans' that make my eyes bleed swooning at junk girls wearing mini plaid skirts with pantyhoses and torn shirts with disgusting ties with extra flesh spilling out every little space where the taylor probably missed out on with stitches. Oh and disgusting ponytails but the most disconcerting part of everything...YUCKY ATTITUDE. Them skanks walking shoving their bums side to side squealing at a group of pervs who start doing wolf howls and don't forget the staring. Well pooh, I'm sorry I'm dressed and you're looking like the stuff on you make age-old handmedowns look like designers...

...or maybe the local pest control should do it. RENTOKIL!! Fog Ipoh Parade and sterilise the place with antiseptic cos in case nobody noticed, the basement areas where the lifts are reek of piss. Bloody neanderthals...

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Today was this mini bowling tournament thing dad hosted between his students. He entered mum, my sis, and I in a team......we won Ladies' Champions, Most Strikes, Best Player for mum, 1st runner-up for my sis = 3 bigass hampers and bowling towels...plus another hamper for the host so that made it 4 altogether. I played like crap compared to normal games. Lol.

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I fuckin hell miss Comebanks. Peeerghh, aku rindu korang tahap gile babeng! Bile lg nak tgk Kiela dok dpn tv nangeh tgk Wonbin. Peoy suke ati gumbira die panggei org bongek! Nana tak abeh2 uilang Ieka nyer "pesei pe korang...". Ct punye favourite passanger seat die. Eza yang dgn bongeks nye gi tunggu kat traffic light belakang kete YG TGH PARKING...Dilla ngan kepale kemek nye. Anta Azie gi keje ari2. Tgk Ika jerit nampak kete Stream kilat2 dkt dpn Wong's Florist. Aiman x abeh kutuk2 Ieka. Ieka plak ngan "Hai seyaaang, I kat umah Eza la, sumpah I tak kuar..." and Shuttle 8 la, ataupun Nana punye Shuttle 18...Sofia nye haircut sampai 35 hengget. Poyos namenye..Hana yg suke bubuh blusher tebal2, ehek.

Pastu ramai2 duk dlm bilik Eza story2...Gado2, pesidangan NAM plaks. Ade yg suh pegi solat mamai2 nye nak g tepon mak nak suh amek bwk balik plak. Wat videoclip mamat2 rempit kat luar gate. Pegi rombongan ke pasar malam beli yong tau fu SAMPAI 15 HENGGET...perutku bising period pain pulak terpakse tunggang terbalik kat sofa. Dah tu makan actifast (yeaahh!) Peoy berbijik-bijik ckp orang addicted pulak. Nenas dlm tin nak wat puding las2 wat minum jerk. Diriku yg lupe pegi minum dah tambah ragam lg senggugut. Peeeergghhh. Duk dlm kete sempit2 x abeh2 ngan "walaaaa", "aaaaaaaa", "pesai pe..."...nak bahse sendirik konon. Lepak umah Nana tgk Torino Olympics, selongkar album, Kiela sebok bace 'akhbar' seyhh. Peoy pass driving x abeh2 kecoh pasal Mail nye yg selamberk bg pas dgn x pakai seat belt nye..Ika ngan Kiela gado2 atas katil, Eza punye enfon daun setiap 2 minit mule lar bunyi "Hora....Kiroro". Duk kat swing gossip tak agak2, sampai org yg digossipkan kat sebelah pun tolak tepi jerk! huhu. Eza bwk jln2, balik bwk 3 kotak chocolit cake nyam nyam.

So ble lg comebanks nak gather lagi besar-besaran camni?....

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I give tomahtoes under a kilt a whole new meaning that you can borrow...

Oh and finally someone pointed it out to me today..."Are you afraid to have eye contact...? Question was concerning when talking to someone and I answer, hell yeah. My eyes falter. Too insecure. Trust me it's even among the closest friends I don't keep long eye contacts. But if you're telling me smth and I don't stare back at you it doesn't mean I'm not listening...

I want my Comebanks back.....

comebanks

~~~<3

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February 27, 2006

banana hammock...

banana hammock... Posted at 11:38 PM

I need to piss and moan good.

~ I'm getting fatter and it doesn't feel terrific. In time it'll eat up my self-esteem like bangers and mash.

~ Yes I'm short, learn to stop feeling too sorry for me about it. Pity is a bag of crap in this case. It doesn't make me feel good. Go beg God for mercy on my behalf if you're so fucking concerned about it, I'm absofrikkinlutely fine with it so long as you master the art of shutting up, period.

~ Universities aren't shittier than College you sad, sad puff. Get your facts starigh and stop being so STUPID until I get stuck in a position whereby I'm obliged to feel embarrassed for you. WHY the hell can't you pay 6k quid per semester to get into University Malaya when you can with LimKokWing? Go google yourself.

~ Most public toilets are so repulsive they make me want to cry in disgust. Those mothers who let their children piss on trees, I want to slap you like you're French. Loo rolls in cubicles are a MUST, nobody wants to leave the bog with wet knickers.

~ I don't watch telly series anymuch, I don't swoon over tv guys much lately, my bad if I sound like a bitch on mute if you drool and I'm dry.

~ There's no need in questioning every possibly enigmatic thing I say, because I've been known to say random shit that don't mean a thing when it matters.

~ I haven't been arsed to continue my driving lessons since I passed my road-regulations because I ust couldn't be bothered yet...will start very soon but in the meantime, stop being such nag-asses.

~ Who the hell said thick eyeliners that drop to black tears is haute couture? Not when shopping with your mum, it isn't, honey.

Kay that's all for now.....=)

go nuts

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