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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

the birthday party and the aftermath.

Stamped: 11:45 am

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.

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