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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.

bloody bollocks! Sunday, April 27, 2008 |


i totally hate how that when exams or something important is just around the corner, my interest in a particular area that has totally nothing to do with exams suddenly peaks. the exams are on the 7th of may and i'm not even ready yet. i should be freakin studying dammit! and this time, it's in the spm format, spanning a total of three whole weeks! a fact: my life should not revolve around school and exams, mr ministry of education of malaysia!

anyway, last time during my 1st exams, it was blogging. now, it's tennis.

i am so obsessed with tennis right now. i am a big fan of tennis, but never was it on such a level that i think of it all the time. i even spent this afternoon watching tennis vids and reading tennis articles. oh gawd. and now i'm blogging about it. precious time... gone! gone gone GONE!

i so totally need to hit some tennis balls right now. urgh. not happy!!! and i want a new racquet too!


screaming in frustration.








note to self: this will be your last entry until the end of the exams. and that is an order!

jocelyn!!! Friday, April 25, 2008 |

me: 10 random facts.


i totally adore songs from the 70s, 80s and 90s.
they are nice k?! i'm only 17, mind you.
not saying songs today arent though. except songs by sean kingston, of course.
blehhh.


i can never say 'NO'.
so please, PLEASE dont ask me to do anything for you!
but if you asked me to kill someone... well... hehe...


i sangat hangat-hangat tahi ayam wan.
was a former piano player
kendōka [剣道家]
kumon achiever
日本語 student
beginner in cha-cha-chá and salsa
murid cemerlang (i think. LOL perasan!)
the list goes on and on...


i am a material boy. bell&ross.
i want branded goods. salvatore ferragamo.
cant have them though. armani.
sigh. abercrombie and fitch.


i am overly-ambitious. a perfectionist, as well.
it's frustrating sometimes.
for example, i recheck the entry i type again and again
for typos or unsuitable phrases.
i'm certain that i'm gonna do it for this entry too.


i love chocolate.
i'm waiting for the day when i'll be in chocolate heaven...
...meaning not getting tired of it after eating a tonne of dark.
i wanna be buried in a chocolate coffin too. i'm going green la.


i am secretly excited when thinking about apocalyptic situations.
alien invasion
the next ice age
WWIII
a cybernetic revolt
a 'resident evil-ish' world
unintended consequences...
yes, i am on the sick list.
i guess i have something for chaos.


i want to live in the future!
i wanna live on mars.
i wanna wield a lightsaber.
i wanna witness contact between humans and extraterrestrial life.
i wanna travel to another galaxy.
cant wait.


travelling!
i want to visit every single country.
enjoy the sights, the culture and the FOOOOOD!
i have the time. i have the energy. now if only i had the money....
donations? sponsorships? anyone?


but do you know what i wanna do most now?
not a tennis pro la, that's another thing. (sigh)
i wanna go visit a really, REALLY haunted house with my friends
and then scream all the way to seventh heaven.
that's what i'd call F-U-N.
haha









should i tag anyone else and pass on this curse?
of course!
haha.
nah...
well, maybe ck and seumas. but i'm not expecting anything.
heard that?
NOT EXPECTING ANYTHING. NOTHING! (AT ALL!)

jesus christ superstar... Thursday, April 24, 2008 |

carly smithson's performance last night was
by far her BESTEST ever on american idol.


but unfortunately, she got kicked out the next day.

injustice has been done and i'm not happy....

...not at all.








i could tell brooke was feeling extremely guilty.
jason should have been out though.

right now... Tuesday, April 22, 2008 |

more than anything,
i want to be a tennis pro.
but we all know that's just another dream. another fantasy.
but i love tennis so much, i wanna play it everyday!
too bad.
you dont know how bad i want this.
i want it so BAD.
keep on dreaming, dufus.
(an imaginary, but very realistic, conversation between my alter ego and i)


i want to be a celebrity chef.
i want to be a famous photographer.
i want to be an award-winning author.
i want to be an astronaut.
i want to be a supermodel.
i want to be an mtv/channel v DJ.
i want to be a movie star.
i want to be...
i want to be everything.


you do know you dont have the guts to do all this, right?








i guess i'm just destined to be 'that guy' behind the scenes...
or 'that guy' in the office...
or just 'that guy'.

ARCHLOCHS! (german for ARSEHOLES) Saturday, April 19, 2008 |

i hate rules.
i hate school.
but most of all,
i hate prefects.

as far as i'm concerned, those prefects in form 4 and form 3 can go fuck themselves in the arse.

fucking arseholes... you're nothing. show me those snobbish faces again, and i vow i'll land a damn punch right on that hidung tinggi. bastards...

who do you think you are? you're just like us, the only differences are those long pants, tie and black shoes. i know, i know, it looks very cool... on some people. fat, tubby ones look just plain fat while the dorky snobby ones look pathetic.

i was a prefect once, so i knew how things worked. yes, i WAS a prefect. a stupid prefect. i still remember why i wanted to become one: because the uniforms looked cool. how naive, right? sigh. this is so embarrassing.

anyway, i thought it would be nice to be in charge too. i thought that for once, i would be someone who was looked up to. but of course, none of that sort happened. instead, i began to see the other side of the "cool".

NON-STOP MARCHING. CONCENTRATION CAMPS. 1000 PUSH-UPS for every single little mistake. STUPID STUDENTS who dont listen. STUPID SENIOR PREFECTS who i totally admired at first, but loathed in the end. the juniors were at the bottom of the caste system. and we were treated like shit. EVERYTHING wasnt what i expected it to be. i was crushed. what the hell was i putting myself through...?

i have to admit that as a prefect, i was very snobbish too. but i learnt that it all an act. it was all fake. i was forced to become someone i'm not. i do not like confronting people. i do not like telling them off and receiving a 'fuck off' in return. i did not like being a prefect at all. i'm not snobbish, get that? a lot of people say i look really snobbish, but i'm not a snob. well, maybe a teensy wee bit, but i'm nice if you were to know me better. (urm. correct me if i'm wrong on this issue. dont wanna make a fool out of myself. but i think it would be too late to prevent that anyway. lol)

and you know what the worst thing was? i dragged a friend along for the terror ride. i'm sorry, joel.

as always, there is the other 'worst' thing: the seniors. to those few who were nice and understanding, thank you. to the other fucktards, fuck off. they pushed us around, treating us like, as i have said before, SHIT. they were selfish, good-for-nothing morons. in every social system, the senior ones are supposed to help and guide the newbies, right? WRONG. in the prefect social system, the seniors dont give a damn about you. they scold you, they berate you, they degrade you. they undermine your self-esteem and confidence so much, you would feel like you deserved every single insult they threw at you. one of them even threatened to slap me. you nincompoop... i would have preferred a punch, thank you very much.

this entry is dedicated to the prefects who, today, were involved in the hair holocaust at school. i hate you guys and i always will. and for pete's sake, i just cut my hair yesterday dammit. it's either you're deaf or you're blind because you clearly didnt hear me and failed to obeserve that my hair was already so short. either way, you prefects are dickheads.

as for the school, i'm never sending my son(s) there. never. i dont think i'd be in malaysia anyway. the further away the better. there is virtually no freedom. none. nil. for instance, everytime ck and i DJ, we get screamed at. and then now we get our hair cut. i think the world seems to be against us. but it's for your own good, they say... well, i dont need you to know what's good for me...

...i can do that myself.








urgh. what a horrible waste of hair. all that hair-conditioning... for nothing! haha

if only howlers existed. Thursday, April 17, 2008 |

what the hell...

imagine someone next to you, chewing food/ bubblegum/ shit/ whatever. now imagine that person chewing it with his/her mouth open. imagine the squishy, mushy noises. imagine the goddamn irritating opening and closing of the mouth with food floating and bobbing around the idiot's good-for-nothing orifice. IMAGINE.

so, okay, i ask you to SHUT your damn mouth because your damn uncivilised pig-like, chewing noises eff-ing piss me off. i do it politely. i do it under restraint. and what do i get?


could you PLEASE close your mouth when you chew?
why dont you go sit somewhere else then?
*goes nuclear*
IDIOT. I'D STILL BE ABLE TO HEAR IT EVEN FROM A MILE AWAY.


even if i did go sit somewhere else, i'd still hear your damn chewing, idiot. i'd just be across the damn table from you. then not only do i have the hear the damn noises, i'd also have to see your damn face.

and FYI, you should be the one getting up and sitting somewhere else. how dare you ask me to sit somewhere else when it's you who's the cause of the annoyance, you retard.

i have already told you countless times to please make it a habit to chew with you mouth closed. and here's why:
it's rude.
it's annoying.
it's disgusting.

but noooo, being the slob you are, you forget everytime.
i guess it's wired into their brains.
the ability to instantaneously forget and to chew with their mouths open.
i'm not stereotyping because it's true.


that was actually the 2nd time i asked the idiot to shut his damn mouth.
it happened like this:
the first time i asked him, he shut his mouth. fine.
but do you know why he was chewing in the first place?
he was chewing on some gum, in my opinion, that he shouldnt have taken in the first place.
the gum was taken from a jar of lollies that shouldnt have been there. how did it get there?
answer: a rude, RUDE person just took it out from the fridge when the art teacher clearly said that it was forbidden. he just took it out. from the fridge.
now, wouldnt you be pissed if someone took your CHOCOLATES from your fridge when before, you clearly told them it was not allowed? i dont know about the art teacher, but she didnt seem to mind.
the thing was, I WAS PISSED TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. how can you just go to the kitchen, open the fridge, and take out something you're not suppose to take? got face already hyo?
i thought that it was very RUDE. only what an UNEDUCATED or STUPID or FERAL person would do. how can you give people the perception that your parents didnt instill any moral values unto you? they may not say it aloud but i can assure you that they were thinking it and saying in their mind: who do these imbeciles think they are?
and then when i tell you put the thing back into the fridge, you dont. instead you show your stupid monster face like what you did wasnt wrong.
i'm telling YOU, i'd give you a tight slap if it happens again.
anyway, back to the chewing issue. so as i was scolding the rude candy-jar person, the chews-with-freakin-mouth-open person was like this to him:

TSK TSK TSK TSK...
(you know? the disappointed, you-let-me-down tone)

i thought everything was going to be okay after that, that i could resume sketching my "WANNA GET SOMEONE KILLED?" poster peacefully. but nope, that wasnt how things were meant to be.

after awhile, the TSK-TSK-TSK person put his hand into the jar and takes out some chewing gum.

i reached a conclusion after that: i'm not the most hypocritical person on earth after all.

but seriously, that was some serious hypocritical shit, man... you tsk-tsk-tsk someone and then you take the candy the person was being tsk-tsk-tsked for?! what the...

THEN he starts chewing. dammit, i was so on the verge of stuffing in head into the candy jar.

YOU WANT CANDY? HERE'S YOUR CANDY!
*head is suddenly in candy jar*

sigh. so i asked him to shut his damn mouth.

but then i couldnt stand it and confronted him on his hypocritical saliva.

dont you think it was very hypocritical of you,
taking the chewing gum?

*offended and in self-defence, he sighs,
yes, SIGHS, like it's me who's the fool*

it's true. you tsk-tsk-tsk and then you take it.
it's very self-contradictory.

*still offended. then he does his trademark sigh again*
you didnt need to say that to me.
sorry, i couldnt help it already.
then say it in your mind la!
(what the...)

that's one of the various unintelligent arguments i've had with him so far. cant i have a more intelligible response? *my turn to SIGH*

that argument over, i returned to my sketching. then i heard it. it's like retribution for berating him over his hypocritical ass. how childish. i exploded anyway.

*squish muish ruish*
BOOOOOM!
---insert 2nd argument here---

i would have given him a kick in the head, but then i'd be a hypocrite, wouldnt i? after all, i did say that i am a really, really good person.

bleh~








sigh... siblings.
yes, that is correct. i am very long-winded. but as a sufferer of OCD, i just cant help it. lol. i just want you guys to understand the entire situation, thats all.
howlers are letters that howl at you when opened. the ones in the harry potter world? yea, those.

a scare. |

kristy lee cook and brooke white were the final two this week in american idol.

i was scared out of my wits.

brooke white, is my most favourite of all the finalists. david cook is my 2nd fav. kristy, unfortunately, isnt.

so you can imagine the rate at which my heart was thumping when ryan announced that syesha was safe. that left brooke and kristy.

oh god.

but in the end, everything seemed to be on brooke's side. she was safe.

brooke's relieved.
america's relieved.
i'm relieved.
yay.

it's still sad though, when kristy left. i may not have liked her, but i could see her pain. oh well.

i hope brooke sings better next week. i really, really do.







david cook transformed mariah's lovey-dovey "always be my baby" into a rock song. once again, i am utterly speechless. one word: amazing.

famous. Sunday, April 13, 2008 |

courtney lurve
not bad...
arriving in heathrow.

celine dion
horrible dress, horrible pose
in concert.

cameron diaz
i love this photo of her!
she found flowers on her car after dinner at a restaurant.
awwwww...

amy winehouse
nice tattoo, amy. very artistic... love the *bleeep*.
caught on camera emerging from her house.
sing it with me!
"NO NO NO..."

photos from msn entertainment







my skin has turned black. yuck.
AND FOR PETE'S SAKE, YOU HAVE GREAT SKIN!
...you know i'm talking to you.

YOUCH! Friday, April 11, 2008 |

well, as you all know, i'm fake. in photos, that is.

in real life, i have bad skin. in unreal life, i have GREAT skin!
as well as blue/green/you-name-the-colour eyes!

pathetic, isnt it?

well, i just went for a facial today. contrary to what people might think, it is NOT an enjoyable experience. (another) contrary to what people think, YES, guys can go for facials. and here's what i think: only people with BAD skin need facials! why would you people with nice, smooth, almost-blemish-free skin yearn for facials?! for maintenance? fine. for fun? NO!

i've had my fair share of spooky experiences during a few facials i've gone for and they are all similar, so that means it's the same ghost haunting me... right? answer: i dunno. anyway, it's like this: it's up to the part where a mask is smeared on my freshly raw and red face and i'm left alone in the room. THEN suddenly i feel like someone's sitting on me. i couldnt move a limb! i couldnt even open my eff-ing eyes. scary. it lasts for a few seconds. i guess the ghost got off after it felt like it had warmed its butt enough already. i kinda got used to it after awhile, but it's still alarming everytime it happens. after that first ghostly encounter, i complained to my mum. she said i must have fell asleep and somehow imagined everything up subconsciously. okay... fine, i accepted her theory, kinda reluctantly though. i dont sleep during facials! but when it happened for the second and third time, i complained to the management next. and you know what they did? they called for an EXORCISM. how flattering. lol. now this is what i call first-class customer priority. BWAHAHA.

the thing is, i think the ghost followed me back home. i had the same feeling of being sat on these past few weeks, a few times before i went to bed. oh well, i love you too, mr./ms. ghost!

the facial i went for today was at a different place altogether though. IT WAS HELL. blood, sweat and tears... ouch. no ghost though. but as they always say...

NO PAIN NO GAIN.

but hey! the auntie said everything will get better. so i'm putting the fate of my skin in her hands. if everything fails, then... well, i'd start over. but after i kill some people during the aftermath first.







and carmen, how did you know i go for facials?! *screams*

time-out. Wednesday, April 09, 2008 |

i have come to realise something.

i need to set my priorities right.

my list:
  1. STUDY
  2. STUDY
  3. STUDY
  4. family & friends
  5. eat, sleep, bathe, etc
  6. reading
  7. TV
  8. blogging
  9. photoshopping
  10. other things i cant think of right now

sigh. this entry was inspired by my horrible results, probably my worst ever since i entered high school. so if i dont start studying now, i'm not going to be able to cut it for my mid-year examinations and SPM.

FYI, i wont be updating as often anymore. it breaks my heart to do this too, but... in this society of ours, examinations always come first. sad, isnt it?






spread the psycho, people.

what the... Tuesday, April 08, 2008 |

i was walking towards class this morning. as i was entering through the door, i saw that the notice board had a big gaping hole in it. i was puzzled. well, because my class notice board didnt have a big gaping hole in it. it was too late to turn around, so as i entered the class, i was facing a huge crowd of unfamiliar faces.

*stares at people*
*people stare back*
*jaw drops and runs out of the class*
*seumas laughs in the distance*

yes... dammit, i entered the wrong class.


another incident that had caused much humiliation for me, and another member of my family, occurred a few years back.

as i was in the afternoon school session, i had time for breakfast/lunch/brunch/whatever with my mum. on that occasion, we went to gurney plaza. after breakfast/lunch/brunch/whatever, my mum had to do some grocery shopping. after bla bla bla bla, it was time to pay up.

we were waiting in line behind a lady. so when she was waiting to sign the credit card bill, the cashier scanned our items. my mum told me to push the trolley back, so i did.

if you havent noticed, the cashier lane is very narrow. so narrow, it can only accommodate one trolley or maybe just two people at a time.

sequence of events:
  1. pushing trolley towards the end of the lane
  2. lady in the way
  3. still tries to push through
  4. trolley and lady's bum connect
  5. lady makes a sound + irritated face
  6. everyone turns to stare
  7. still trying to push through, oblivious
  8. lady's bum is SQUEEZED and COMPRESSED by the trolley
  9. mum stares, cashier stares, everyone stares
  10. push reverse push reverse push reverse
  11. lady's bum goes up down up down up down

SIGH.

everything else is just a blur. all i know is that i really pissed the lady off and embarrassed my mum. dont ask me why she didnt move. maybe she liked having her bum massaged...

okay... get that out of my head.


i think about all the humiliating events in my life every now and then. and then i laugh at myself. so dont be alarmed if you happen to see me laughing with/at myself. laughing with/at oneself is usually a symptom of psychosis too. but you can rest assured that it is not in this situation... i think.

oh whatever. right now, my thoughts = scrambled egg.







what is your embarrassing moment?

subconsciously. Monday, April 07, 2008 |

beauty... is no longer what it used be.

being beautiful, means having:

  • that perfect pair of eyebrows
  • flawless skin
  • double eyelids
  • those six-pack abs
  • a lean, toned body
  • smooth, silky hair
  • ...
  • everything we perceive as PERFECT.

is this what you would consider beautiful?

my teacher came in today, without any make-up. of course, it was kind of a shock. but then, i realised, she's still beautiful. she still radiated that aura of self-confidence. she didnt care. she didnt care that her lips were a weird shade of purplish-blue. she didnt care that her skin was patchy and skin tone uneven. she just didnt care.

our perception of beauty has been horribly, horribly compromised. we always look on the outside, no longer look on the inside.

"Oh my god. Look at that zit."

"She is SO fat, it's unbelieveable. HAHAHA..."

"I'm ugly."

no, you're not.


beautiful, means being beautiful on the inside.

you dont need to be skinny. nor tall. or have great skin. people will no longer look for that outer beauty once they see the inner beauty.

the video below clearly shows that the perfection we always long to have, was never ever there in the first place. so think about it, before you say how perfect those models always seem to be.





shine on, people. your spectrum of true colours... that's what we want in a rainbow.


Lie awake in bed at night
And think about your life
Do you want to be different?
Try to let go of the truth
The battles of your youth
Cause this is just a game

It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me

It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
Hide behind an empty face
Don't ask too much, just say
That this is just a game

Everyone's looking at me
I'm running around in circles, baby
A quiet desperation's building higher
I've got to remember this is just a game

So beautiful, beautiful...








YES, i am a goddamn hypocrite. but i'm trying.

another day at school. Saturday, April 05, 2008 |

01/04/08. i would have posted them earlier if not for editing. lol. just kidding. i did edit them though. a little bit.

me. hiding.

classmates gone wild... well, not really.

LOL-ing at a student who got his face blown up in an experiment.

someone should swat that fly there.

add maths = MIGRAINE!

paparazzo-ed.






hey... i had permission to bring my camera ok...

BLEH. Friday, April 04, 2008 |

i hung out with ck today. i had him all to myself because seumas, yi ern and u-wen couldnt make it. lol

well, first we went to redbox and sang our sorrows away. then we went on a 2-movie marathon. we were watching shutter and L: change the world.

we were expecting an enjoyable experience. but of course, we were disappointed.

typical ck, only came at 11 something when we were going to meet up at 10am. so were already late for redbox. and when i met up with him, he was munching on a hotdog. LIKE WHAT THE?! i didnt even makan yet. pffft. then at redbox, i found out we were only having a 2-hour session, that is from 11 to 1. stupids. usually it's three hours.

sigh.
the movies were downright lame.

shutter... well, shutter did have its scary moments. but they were few and didnt have any lasting impact. i actually forgot everything when the credits started rolling... remakes are always so lame.

and the deathnote movie... i didnt get a thing! i only know that the scenes where the people slowly die after being infected by a virus were a bit over the top. they were like moaning and twisting and gyrating and doing all those horrible faces people usually do when seriously constipated. (being an extra must have been fun. i would have laughed my arse off if i were one of them. after the movie, ck and i even pretended how we would die if we were cast as extras) i also know for a fact that the audience have a really stupid sense of humour. they laugh at everything! they laugh when... look, i even forgot what part they laughed at because the movie wasnt memorable at all! whatever. just know this: they laugh at the most inappropriate scenes.

people! dont watch any of these movies!!!
CK! I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE WATCH THE WATER HORSE! lol

before we went into the cinema, we saw a few ex-prefects who were our seniors during our prefect-ing days. i wanted to laugh in their faces and ask them what they'd do to us now since they no longer had their holy prefect powder (or power, whatever) but of course, i had more common sense. although i was still very beh shiok when i saw their TULAN faces. oh wait, actually, i couldnt see their faces because i was kinda blind without my glasses, but i could still recall their snobby TULAN faces.

oh what the heck. at least i did something today. hahahahahahahanot.






happy cheng beng, people! lol
ohyea, i forgot to mention that the fat boy even asked me to give him my chemistry, history and physics notes after i graduated. once again, i said yes but of course, i dont plan on doing that. i dont even plan on talking to him anymore. bah.

MY BISCUITS! Thursday, April 03, 2008 |

gerald ar, i think i'm going cry already. *does the weeping action although no tears flow out*

uh huh...

some freaks threw potato strips at me in the biology lab... horrible people! they 去死(go die) la!

uh huh...

hey, can i eat your biscuits? because i feel like crying already.

UH HUH...

thank you har... you're the best. unlike that stupid chun kit and horrible seumas. hmph!


like what the hell was i thinking... giving up MY BISCUITS to this fat boy who i dont really care about... fat boy? yes, this fat boy in form 4 who has no friends(read: potato strips thrown at him) and who comes seeking for attention from the form 5 students, especially ME.

STALKER!

why didnt i just walk away, you ask? well, i would feel bad and i wouldnt want to be rude. as i said before, i'm a good person. lol

for me, it's all about prevention. so when he appears, i tell seumas and ck to gather around me and start the safety procedure. talk to me about something fakely interesting, maybe laugh a bit, joke around... the whole idea is to let him know i'm busy. he hates ck and seumas anyway, so less contact with them for him. BUT THEN, there are days when my bodyguards are not around, so i try to tell another friend to talk to me about something with intense emotion, like it's something important, for example fighting for human rights or fighting for more days when the McDonald's ice-cream cone is just 50sen. (what a deal right?! so totally worth it. i'll be there every first day of the month)

anyway, my friend's efforts were all in vain.

erm, excuse me. but can i talk to gerald for awhile? its something (more) important (than your crap).

the nerve of him! what in homer simpson's sugar-coated doughnut did he think he was doing?!

there was no turning back. that's when he makan-ed my biscuits. i dunno why i said yes. it's most probably because i cant say 'NO'. i think it's time i start taking lessons for this basic action.

ahem... no.

No.

NO NO NO NO NO DAMMIT!

then suddenly seumas appears. thank the stars.

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

LOL. overeacting.








burn in doughnut hell, you!

april fools' day... just went bye bye. Wednesday, April 02, 2008 |

nobody played an april fools' joke on me.

well, one person in class next to me did. but it was kinda l-a-m-e. it was so lame, the l-a-m-e i used to describe it doesnt even deserve to be in capital form.

i think i prefer halloween anyway, even when we dont get to go out dressed like condoms or hookers or spongebob. we dont even get lollies. pfffft. malaysians with their invisible, sugar-free candy in hands when the door goes ding-dong...

trick or treat!
HAR! WALAU A! KIA SI WA!
(kids dressed in totally scary barney and emo, ahem, elmo costumes run away screaming)
(to any ang mo people reading my blog, the one in red means: AHHH! OH MY GOD! YOU FUGLY THINGS ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!)


in the end, they complain that this is why we have to mengekalkan our budaya ketimuran.

eat my gangrene foot, you real-life monster.








i'm thinking of dressing up as a banana this year.
no, really. i'm serious.

inspiration. Tuesday, April 01, 2008 |

well, i'm in need of some.

first thing that kinda put me off today was waiting. waiting in the car for the seumas that never was, for 5 freakin minutes. 5 freakin minutes, in my world, is an eternity stuck in the car with an angry, impatient dad. thanks a bunch. and to think i've sms-ed him three times before. one last night and two in the morning. all in vain. and to think i actually thought it was my fault he was late, because i suddenly thought about the possibilty of sms-ing the wrong person. hopes of having a happily-ever-after morning were dashed. and i told my dad that i already informed him the night before... i felt like i deceived him.

Dear Seumas,
Your apology is accepted, but your reason is not. i know you have your issues to deal with, but dont you let it affect others in the process. "i just didnt want to look at my phone" isnt a valid reason even if it was what truly happened. imagine a whole big bunch of people sms-ing to ask you to do/bring something that was needed today last night. and when your typical reply is no reply, its easy to assume that you've receive the message.

in the end, you'll be disappointing that hypothetical big bunch of people.
i was disappointed.

you have to understand, you are so close to that last straw. for my dad, that is. he was already threatening to stop fetching you to school.

i only have your best interests at heart, so dont take this the wrong way. i find it easier to tell you in writing anyway.

we all still love ya though. and if this was in any way your form of an april fools' joke, it's in really bad taste. Lol

gerald







chun kit, you stole my photos!