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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

Not too long ago...

Psychobabble. Just to pique your interest.

Past Tense

in memoriam. Thursday, January 24, 2008 |

I sought, and soon discovered, the three head-stones on the slope next the moor — the middle one, gray, and half buried in heath — Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss, creeping up its foot — Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Wuthering Heights, Chapter XXXIV


Heath Ledger
April 4, 1979 – January 22, 2008

*grunts* and *shrieks* Wednesday, January 23, 2008 |

sorry to disappoint you perverts but, nope, this post is not about passionate dirty sex sounds nor is it about passionate dirty sex.


i just felt like naming it *grunts* and *shrieks* because i was watching one of the quarterfinal matches of the aussie open. (i think you'll know why i did so just below)

justine henin VS maria sharapova
(see?)

WHAM. in the end, maria trumped justine(6-4, 6-0), the world #1 to set up a meeting with jelena jankovic in the semifinals. the match was really intense. i was practically jumping out of my seat in the first set. but they played really really great tennis. amazing. too good.

anyway, turns out i also had my weekly tennis lesson today. it starts at 6pm. at that time, the match wasnt finished yet. which made me make a heart-wrenching decision. i decided to skip tennis so i could watch the showdown between maria and justine. and because of that, i got a scolding from mum. like helloooo? it's not like i was feeling lazy and didnt feel like going for it! i love tennis(read previous entry)! but i decided to pass because i only get to watch such matches between such players only a few times a year! the scolding kinda ruined my otherwise FINE day. urghies. [BAD MOOD]

it was towards the ending of the match when suddenly my neighbour came over to see my mum. our neighbour, let's call her auntie, told us she was gonna give us the kittens she promised us as my mother exploded when she saw auntie's cat a few months ago. my mum said the cat was a ashy purplish-blue cat. so nice and beautiful and fluffy. auntie said she would give her all the kittens, three of them, and i was like, weeeee! then mum HAD to say: "no la, i think three would be too much to handle. two would be enough." i was like, okay... so we were going to get the two females, one orangy and the other ashy purplish-blue. so that cheered me up a bit.

BUT then when i was going down for dinner, mum said we would only be getting the rare-coloured one. and i was like WTF! it was like we broke our promise to our other future pet. she said my grandma told her TWO would be too much to handle. STUPIDS. and that really made my day. i kinda imploded. i forgot to say that i already have a jack russell terrier and another pariah cat whose eyes are so beautifully light blue under our care. so yes, maybe it would be too much to handle. but they're cats. they're not really as active as dogs. they dont BARK noisily. and these cats we're getting are in-house cats. they're not like my other cat who goes out and picks up fights with other cats. PLUS orange+ashy purplish blue makes a great colour combo. URGH! the other cat would probably hate the new cat and it'll be so alone! SOBS. and i want to see the two new cats play together!!! NOOOOOO...

i tried my luck again when we were watching heroes. and guess what!!! well, the answer i got was: NO.

so yea. chernobyl happened inside me again so i blogged. if i dont express how i feel, i think i would go insane. you know, the anger i felt after dinner was like the i-feel-like-smashing-everything-in-the-house anger. so i came up to my computer area and put the music on high. REALLY HIGH. like a bunny stuffed with ganja that kind of high. i think i'm half deaf already. sigh. probably gonna lose my sense of hearing by 40.



i feel like smashing a tennis ball at somebody.

mydreams&ambitions Tuesday, January 22, 2008 |

well, i was watching the australian open and suddenly thought how nice it would be to be a top professional player. of course, i was just daydreaming (with maria sharapova's shrieks in the background; and boy, does she take ages to serve or what?). well, since i dont really feel like blogging about my chemistry teacher's previous fashion blunder... oh heck, i'll tell you a bit. it seemed like she wasnt wearing a bra when she actually was. yep, it seemed like the people of the world could see her *t[toot]ts*. anyways, back to the subject. today, i'll blog about...


myDREAMS&AMBITIONS


well, here goes:

the #1 professional tennis player. well, i do take tennis lessons, but my backhand and serve would make rogerfederer/ andyroddick/ novakdjokovic roll on the floor laughing. the previous lesson i took was enjoyable for once though. my forehands were like KAPOW!(i'm not bragging!) i was surprised. even uncle paul was surprised. hopefully i can repeat it this tuesday. anyways, this is my dream&ambition number one, being the #ONE-ranked professional tennis player.

sadly, even if i started to devote my ENTIRE life to tennis starting right now, it wouldnt happen. the first obstacle would be: i have no natural talent. wait, do i need natural talent? i'm not sure. oh wait, i do. if i did, my tennis would have been good right from the beginning. urgh. anyway, besides that, i started tennis really OLD. like, 13-year-old OLD. that's considered a really late start in professional tennis; it's just like starting to learn how to draw a stick figure at 50. most (if not all) professional players started playing when they were 5 or 6 years old. starting tennis young certainly makes your game better.

also, i dont have the money. i need money to get into a well-known tennis academy, to get a custom-made racquet, to get a great coach, to fly all over the world to enter various tournaments etc. sigh. i'd probably need to stick to a strict training programme too but i'm not well-known for my discipline. my passion for some stuffs snuffs out quite easily too... i love playing tennis so much right now, but i'm not sure if i'd get tired of it when i get into the real thing.

another issue would be of my parents. they'd want me to focus on my studies (major examination this year). and soon, they'd want me to get a career that actually guarantees a HUGE salary so that i can buy stuff for them. haha, just kidding... not about the career and salary though. i can already imagine my mum laughing at my plans. she knows about how lazy i am and how i give up on things quite easily so i dont blame her for ROFL-ing.

my thirst for tennis is insatiable

all in all, i want the fame, the screaming fans, the money and most of all, i want to play great tennis. ahhh... how nice it would be.
I LOVE TENNIS!


an award-winning author. yep, winning awards like the man booker prize, the guardian first book award and yadda yadda yadda. winning the pulitzer prize would be nice too, but its a dream&ambition within my dream&ambition number two. why? i'm not an american, you i'm-oblivious-to-anything-thicker-than-my-reference-books person! all you do is read and read and read reference books! why? because you wanna be #1 in class! i dont think so, you dork/nerd/geek! you poor bunch of people, never ever getting the chance to savour the emotions and feelings and thoughts a GODDAMNED GOOD novel would bring. NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND READ YOUR CHEMISTRY NOTES! GO! I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR FACE! GOOO! what?! you're saying that i'm siao/gila? OH NO YOU DIIINT! (imagine a black girl saying that) what?! now you're saying i'm putting words in your mouth?! i'm gonna get you, you little arseho---

---oops, got a little emotional right there. hehehe... anyways, yes, i wanna be an award-winning author (mostly fiction). sometimes, when i'm free, or in the midst of my final exams, i think about storylines and characters for my first novel. but most of these attempts end in me thinking about how corny they seem. what i want is a way to channel my imagination into a form that can be enjoyed (and criticised) by all the people of the world. teehee. i think i better shut up now.

hey, wait! i'm not done yet. so you're asking me why i'm so insane about novels? well, the part i love most about reading one is the process. the SUSPENSE. the TRAGEDY. the CUPCAKE & CUPofCOFFEE in bed. oh gawd. my head's already spinning like a rabid dog on a hundred ecstasy pills. i cant take this anymore, to hell with school! and when you see a huge inferno over penang, you'll know it's me burning all my school textbooks... and reference books. in your faces, you DORKS/NERDS/GEEKS! i just wanna curl up in bed and read a good novel... with a bar of dark chocolate and a cup of hot rooibos tea at my (very, very, VERY messy) bedside. one main reason of why i'm quite unhappy now is that i dont get to read my novels the way i want. as everyone knows, teenagers are nocturnal. so yes, i reach my highest level of potential energy in the middle of the night. so i read my novels at night... (the peace and quiet; curling up in bed! *glee*) but in the end i have to stop somewhere somehow because of school the next day. dammit.

oops. somehow i changed the subject. silly me. *smacks head* well, nothing else to say here. just one thing though: I LOVE BOOKS!



a famous chef who has his own TV programme aired all over the world. example? JAMIE OLIVER!!! everytime i watch his show, my mouth waters like the great flood that God unleashed upon humanity eons ago. oh gawd... yummy. and the skills! the creativity! amazing. phenomenal. insane. insane? oh because he electrocuted a live chicken on his show. i didnt watch it though i heard it on the news. the british version of PETA was said to be after him since the incident. oh well...

hmmmm... i've always loved food (i tend to stay away from spicy stuff though). be it char koay teow, caesar salad, putu piring, ice kacang AND ALL THE FOOD I'VE EATEN BEFORE! and i eat all this without gaining weight! it's quite ironic actually. girls eat less but are still not satisfied with their weight whereas (some) guys eat all they like without gaining a kilogramme. learn from the french: eat in moderation, people!. i just thought, some people wouldnt have the chance to savour such lovely food. especially those who live in famine (i'll pray for you). so a message to the people out there, think about this: there is no love more sincere than our love for food. so EAT. i find that so true. it's a quote from somewhere. i forgot, sorry. whoever came up with that quote deserves two thumbs up.

since i love food so much, i thought why not create some? (everyone should laugh at my plans right... about... NOW) HAHAHAHA. i think i'll just bake, not cook yet, for now. cupcakes and cookies should satisfy that little rat(atouille) in me. haha. i live to eat, not eat to live. I LOVE FOOD!


those above are my current dreams&ambitions. hopefully not too many more pop up as then, i'll be having a hard time choosing my career. oh wait, i might not even be any of these! scratch that! haha

the chiffon cake. Thursday, January 17, 2008 |

a collaboration. Wednesday, January 16, 2008 |

I poked it.



The CUPCAKE Phenomenon
A Collaboration Between Gerald & Sara.





.GERALD.
.SARA.








CREATIONS #one





CREATIONS #two


CREATIONS #three










DELECTABLE cupcakes for all.






meow.

ladies and gentlemen, we seem to be having a technically technical problem. Saturday, January 12, 2008 |

my computer is probably going to be reformatted... for the 2nd time. urgh. the hassle of doing everything again. *scream*

so for now, i'll be on an indefinite hiatus until my computer returns, hopefully ASAP.

today in one word: BAH! and HAHAHA.

of sleeping, waking, and then pee-ing. Thursday, January 10, 2008 |

as the title implies, yes, i did wake up from my zombie sleep last night to pee.

urm... in more pressing matters, i've realised i have acid reflux(you're not alone, ashlee!). it's quite iritating, really. it's like bubbles of gas wanna escape my stomach. it gives you the sensation that you're about to burp. instead, it just gets trapped in your throat area and therefore, causes pain behind the sternum(the breastbone, you duds). damn. whatever, i can get high on the drugs they give me.

besides realising that, i've realised i've got a really bossy dord(dork+nerd) and a mudblood(portuguese+m'sian) as my english oral test partners. usually i'm the one in-charge, but since the dord seems to be taking matters into his hands, i'll just lay back and "relak la!". although i must admit that i feel uncomfortable about the test since i'm not THE ONE IN CONTROL. and today, i had plenty of free periods(who knew where the hell the teachers were). the ones before recess were really boring but i was in control. but i wasnt in control anymore for the ones after recess. the dord came over, wanting to prepare the oral test script. i was like "WHA--?!" he was like so agitated, like he's gotta finish it. what's the rush man? i bet j.lo's 'Do It' could be his theme song. the mudblood was nowhere to be seen tho. that one too relak ady.

something really wrong happened on monday. it was chemistry class, and the teacher was drawing test tubes on the whiteboard. then suddenly she told us not to think yang bukan-bukan. everyone was like "WHAT THE F!" in fact, nobody was thinking about that bukan-bukan stuff. nobody would have thought that if she didnt say anything. sigh. i guess that's what happens when one doesnt have a sex life. thinking that test tubes look like condoms? (or penis? i didnt really know what was going through her sex-deprived state of mind) that's not right at all. uh uh. euck.


okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay... (never-ending)
this is what my tuition teacher says when he's figuring out how to solve an add maths problem.
creepy.


anyways, my cousin sara (and her mum) from KL came down on monday. so now the house is crammed. aus cousins + kl cousins + my family + others = keeping up with the extra kardashians(m'sian version). in other news, did you know sara is obsessed with gossip girl? your answer should be: i dont care, really. but anyway, she asked jack(aus cousin #1) to download it from the net(illegally duh) and transfer it to her, as she would emphasise, the very rare red(product) ipod nano. jack was searching for her show on some application and guess what turned up. gossip gorilla. i know, haha.

sara wanted to watch some horror movies, so we watched ju-on 2, the grudge etc. *everyone screams* somehow, jack, who was playing the psp, screamed too when everyone was screaming. his reason: everyone screamed so i screamed because i was shocked everyone was screaming.
note: the unneeded repetitions were deliberate. dont you just love psychobabble?

oh great. i wanted to take a piss and guess what horrible thing happened. the toilet door was half-open so i thought nobody was in it. i opened it and saw my cousin(luckily just 8 years) making mudpie. i screamed and she screamed. it was funny, well, after you get over the initial shock.


joel, seumas and ck were caught by prefects this week. i wonder who's next.


to end today's edition of psychobabble: somebody's ripped pants(inclusive of butt)
the incident happened in this very house. i'll leave the guessing of whose butt it is to you.

that doesnt really censor it, does it? oh well...



buzzah.

the birthday party and the aftermath. Monday, January 07, 2008 |

my room stinks. literally. put about a dozen 12-year-olds on the brink of puberty into a, let's say, 3x4 room and what do you get? a 16-year old(with self-disgnosed OCD)'s worst nightmare. i wish a bald britney spears was here, wielding an umbrella. if you tak tahu apa yang saya cakap, think BO. body odour. yea, that. *cringe*

i went to bed quite late so i woke up late. cause and effect, right? i dont think the folks at cathechism would agree though. i missed the first lesson of the year, not a great start really. well, got woken up at 11.30am. i got up and got ready for the supermodel's bday.


chronology of events
arrived at venue > makan > take photo > makan again > felt like exploding> but makan again > sing song clap hand blow candles smash someone's head into the cake > go home


ohyea. the card i made for the supermodel is hilarious. that's why i slept late. all the effort put into it. what a great brother, right? right...

a little girl is right beside me right now. she keeps telling me that i should have capital letters.

Laura's Profile

  1. she loves barbie dolls.

  2. she likes christina aguilera and avril lavigne.

  3. she loves pink muffins.
  4. we went to buy nasi lemak once, and a little malay girl ternga-nga at her. (i bet laura could have knocked her out with a bodyslam)

  5. she loves roti canai with LOTS of shugar.

  6. she's doing some indian dancing to britney's toxic now. freaky.

  7. she's going to HK disneyland. hurray for her. (insert smiley face here)

  8. she loves techno music. (yea, i dont believe her either)

  9. she can go cross-eyed. (WOW)

  10. she really dislikes kayako and toshio from the movie JU-ON.

  11. she went to a place that had a chocolate mountain, i mean, fountain.

  12. she can do an astonishing trick with her lips. (double WOW)

  13. (last detail, i promise) she is NOT FAT. she's big-boned. (congrats on that diet)

and guess what??? the supermodel(which we will give the initial UR, meaning Ugly Retard) invited an enemy supermodel(TC, which stands for TrashCan) to his bday party. they used to be best friends. the war started when TC spread the rumour that UR plays with hello kitty. then UR formed the anti-TC club. after that, TC started the hate UR club. oh well...



buzzah.

the weekend. finally. Sunday, January 06, 2008 |

school has officially started and i'm not happy at all. let's just say, i dont like waking up at dawn. the early bird catches the worm? i dont think so. i slept at 4am on the first day of school. damn nerves.


well, since i feel like talking shit, here's how the first day of school was like. it was shitty. for chemistry, i had a teacher with VBL. Visible Bra Line. it was *shudders* like staring at death in the eye. the expressions below were what the majority of the class had during her lesson.

(supermodel: dennis)

VBL on a better-looking teacher would have been great, but this teacher was plain frumpy. i'm guessing the extreme makeover she was wishing for didnt arrive for christmas. too bad so sad. this was probably the only incident worth mentioning. school for the rest of the day was, hmmm.... lame.

btw, the class i am in this year is filled with fucktards. apart from my friends and ppl i know, everyone else is a fucktard. alas, there's one boy in class that looks like a duck. brilliant. and once again, none of my best friends is in the same class as me. hurrah.

the second day of school: not that shitty, but still equally shitty. my english teacher is some old guy. he was wearing a pair glasses that i bet originated from eons ago. at least they werent star-shaped. he was quite funny tho... and physics! i've never seen a teacher so jolly. she was practically smiling through the whole two periods. she might have been in that constant insane smiling mode, but she sure knew how to teach. but in the end, i dont think i understood anything she said. i hate physics...


ohyea, seumas has a tail on his head. his hair was cut in a way that there is a tail on his head. it's so cool i could just take that pair of scissors and just snip it off. on the other end of the spectrum is me. me and my boring hairstyle. but i must say that joel's hair was a nice shade of maroon. turns out the cheap black revlon hairdye i bought is fading too. [Note to self: DONT BUY REVLON] i guess that's why it was on sale. so, now i think there's a patch of brown on top of my head. urgh. i guess i'm kammou once again.

moving on...
i recently got a facebook account. and frankly, i'm already tired of it. i got a headache while i was on it. that's why i hate it. yea, i hate it because it gave me a headache. the only thing i like about it is that i get to express the starbucks freak in me.

and shit, i've a freakin birthday card to design right now. why? the supermodel's birthday is tomorrow. yep, he's turning a ripe old age of 12. and as he would say: happy birthday, FREAK!
p.s. and i'm begging anybody to please, please crash the party! PLEASE!!!

buzzah.