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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.

we're on to a winner. Sunday, March 29, 2009 |


i think i've hit the jackpot...

...because i'll be working with hayati and anisha on wednesday night.

me, alone? with them? not good.

shite.

well, it wasnt supposed to be like that. in fact, i shouldnt even be working on wednesday! a certain somebody suddenly had something on, so he called to ask me if i could take his shift. i said yes, and then asked who else i would be working with. upon hearing those names, i think i blacked out momentarily because i would have screamed at him to ask someone else. sigh. okay fine, i did not black out, i guess i was so shocked at what i got myself into and was just speechless. then he said thanks and bye. GAWD.

i am not amused. the anxiety's building up and i am NOT amused.

anyway, went for cheng beng today. did the usual, observed the usual, nothing special. then we went to mcdonald's for breakfast. after reaching home, i sprawled myself on the bed and slept like, what, a dead person? i was dead tired after all - watched reruns of the nanny last night and as one tv programme led to another, i only found myself sleeping at 3.30am - having only gotten a mere 2 hours of sleep. when i awoke, or more likely forced awake, i was soaked through and through. damn weather, i do not like rolling around in my own sweat. i showered hurriedly and went for lunch at sushi king with my family. sigh.

i got some 'japan tracing paper', just because it appealled to the eyes and touch. then we went home. THEN i receive a message from beatrice saying she's already at the popular book clearance fair, and i've just gotten home. then i drove to midlands, which drove me crazy because i could not find any cheap parking places. then, when i finally submitted and decided to park in the midlands parking place, which mind you, cost me 3 FREAKIN' RINGGIT, i again annoyed myself because i did not drive close enough to push the button and get the parking ticket.

i did not get any books. mostly because i had no money and some of the books there were really worn; i like my books with crisp, fresh and untouched pages. the only money i spent was on yummy bread from breadhistory and the stupid parking ticket.

i got home at 7 and was just absolutely in love with the sky on the drive back. the cloud formations were just so beautiful. the light that managed to filter through just gave a really apocalyptic effect. lol. incidentally, the maid and ronan were going to walk the dog so i decided to tag along with my camera.


an hour later, as we were going back, i hit the jackpot and, thus, that unleashed the monster.

things that pissed me off even more later on:
  • the koay teow my grandma fried was not yummy because it had chilli. i do not like my char koay teow with chilli.
  • my brother took the entertainment section of the newspaper from me while i was reading the main news section. i hate it when people do that! cant you just let me have the whole thing for a while?! come on, you're not the one with OCD!
  • knowing i wont get enough sleep again. GO TO SLEEP, IDIOT BODY! stupid teenage body. i'm not even sleepy anymore! why cant you release the sleep hormones now?! NOW!
dammit.

NOTE: i dont think i was in a bad mood prior to hitting the said jackpot, but i just cant help transferring some of the gloom and doom into my words. so yea, i actually had a fun day before 8pm.




i'm in the business of misery
let's take it from the top.

bali blue moon. Thursday, March 26, 2009 |

ack, i am so tired.

i do not like not getting enough sleep, but i also do not like not wasting my time sleeping. doesnt mean i dont like sleeping though.

i think i confused myself a bit there.

anyway, i'm just tired.

i got called in to work an hour earlier today, at 8.30am to be exact. my phone started ringing and the first thought that came to my mind was the fact that it wasnt my alarm tone. i still tried to deactivate it anyway by randomly pressing on the keypad, to no avail. i picked it up and saw that it was coffee bean calling.

i rushed and tried to get there as soon as possible because the other morning staff did not show up, leaving bell alone to handle all the orders, well, if there were any. if it was hayati who called, i think, no wait, i KNOW i would have taken my own sweet time. crazy bitch. anyhoo, i was just getting dressed when i saw that i received a message when i was in the shower. it was from bell and she said that the other staff had arrived already and told me that i need not come anymore. gawd. i went in early anyway because my mum was fetching me. i did not want her to think she woke up early for nothing.

it was worth it though because we three had a lot of fun. haha.

i also had a lot of fun yesterday with bell and swang, another part-timer. we kept mimicking anisha in how she shouts orders to nobody in particular.

SERVICE PLEASE!

which means cleaning up after a customer has left. it was hilarious.

i savour these moments because they are not possible with hayati around. crazy bitch! i will be working with her for at least two hours tomorrow, damn it. goodbye, happy days. farewell!

bell's the BOB, Best Of the Best. hahahahaha

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sigh. not much inspiration today, so, i'm sorry for the lack of depth and humour. it's just not one of those days.




you're not from the town that i grew up in.

i'm not paying for that, bitch! Tuesday, March 24, 2009 |

i realise that i do not like working, ESPECIALLY when i'm working for a B-I-T-C-H! UUURGH!

i so cannot wait to be my own boss.

nothing, except for the music selection, has improved. everything has been going downhill. i used to look forward to work everyday. now, i just plain loathe it, ESPECIALLY when i know i'll be working with hayati. stupid bitch, I HATE YOU!

bitch is always unreasonable. it's crazy! today, i used up a newer batch of egg and mayo mix for a sandwich order and she went berserk! she scolded me for not using the older batch. like, bitch! you think i have x-ray vision? it was hidden underneath the condiment counter, you imbecile! oh, and why was it hidden? it's past its expiry date! now the world knows, bitch! BURN IN EGG & MAYO HELL, bride of satan reincarnated!

anyway, she then ordered me to sell the remaining two portions of that older expired batch before closing time today or i would have to pay for it. WHAT DID YOU SAY?! yea, i really wanted to scream at her, but i didnt. i am such a coward, i know. well, i really thought of doing it, but just backed out at the last moment. i'll do it the next time she goes insane, dont worry. because, why not? i have nothing to lose. NOTHING. i shout, she gets angry, then what? she fires me? oh gawd, i hope that happens.

thank goodness i do NOT have to see her face for a few days since she'll be in KL. i hope you crash off the highway into the hutan, lose your way in there and get chased by pontianak when you make your trip down south, hitler wannabe! I HATE YOU!

so, about having to sell the remaining two portions... i did not even bother. HA! anisha, the other manager, told me i'd better sell them off or i'd probably get 'killed'. i just grunted a reply and carried on with my inane kitchen duties. i know she meant well, but i will not do that because it's just fucking idiotic! i mean, hayati can blame me, scold me, whatever if i used up that newer egg and mayo mix knowing where the older batch was. but really, did she tell me anything? NO. she just told anisha. she said i was supposed to be the cashier and in-charge of everything else except for the gourmet-related. but guess what, hayati! you expect me to just stand there, staring into space while there is a sandwich waiting to be made? anisha is busy with another customer, you are busy preparing some lattes, and you expect me to do NOTHING? harhar! so, of course i'd go prepare the sandwich, you fucktard! it's your own fault you did not tell me anything earlier. was the location a secret or something? if not, then why did you only tell anisha? why did you not tell me that too, huh? it's your fault and you decide to blame me? too outlet manager-ey to admit your own bloody mistake, arsehole? FUCK YOU! you say you assigned me to solely be the cashier when the daily position chart clearly stated that i was to be in charge of the gourmet orders? FUCK YOU! you think you're the manager and that allows you to bullshit? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU VERY VERY MUCH!


Fuck You - Lily Allen

i love that song. anyway, let's say i did not go prepare that sandwich and just stood there doing nothing. do you know what would have happened? i would have been scolded too! scolded for just standing there! so yea, whatever i do, whatever the situation, will always get me in trouble. what a joke.

if you dont respect me, i will not respect you. and hayati, i think we've both lost respect for each other. me for you, because you're a crazy evil bitch. you for me, also because you're a crazy evil bitch.

i cant wait to complain to bell tomorrow. she's still the best compared to the other two.




i hit you and you sue me, i shoot you; get locked up, poor me.

yeah yeah yeah yeeeaaahh! Wednesday, March 18, 2009 |

i really think my vocal cords have been permanently damaged/destroyed/obliterated, buuut then i'm still talking.

i had a really fun day, but right now, the high has worn off. i'm back in the land where small but very potent dark storm clouds float above my head, with the ever so occasional pitter patter of acid rain getting in my eyes, blinding lightning and deafening thunder. i dont know the reason behind this phenomenon honestly. could it be the fact that i'm now officially broke, having spent at least rm600, rm200 of which was my 'keputusan yang kinda cemerlang' monetary reward, which upsets me because i never spend money rewarded, in less than three weeks? or is it because i just FUCKING MISSED today's episode of CSI? or maybe it's because i have to work - i've finally gotten bored of the job - tomorrow? you choose. either way, i'm still moody.

anyway, let me recall happier times.

beatrice, ck and i hung out again. though this time, we were joined by yi ern. we went for karaoke again, and if i were to compare today's with monday's, the one today was a kadzillion times wilder. the featured song in today's session was i dont wanna miss a thing by aerosmith. we went berserk and sang, well, actually, screamed our lungs out, not one time, but three times to that song. i sang so hard, i practically lost control of my voice the 2nd and 3rd time round, therefore also losing my ability to pitch - well, if you would just pretend i had that ability in the first place. we also sang eat it, a hilarious parody of michael jackson's beat it, by weird al yankovich. hot 'n' cold, it's raining men and girlfriend among others were of course must-sings.

i tell you, spending four hours singing as unrestrained and savagely as we did certainly brought the house down. i mean, we even shattered two glasses singing! well, not with our voices, although it wouldnt be surprising were that the case, but with excessive movements and misplaced wires. i'm also quite sure we burnt off massive amounts of fat dancing and bouncing on the seats like headless chickens. what a workout! just imagine the imaginary voices telling us to "work it, boys and girls! work it!".

having only had breakfast at mcdonald's at 10.30am, i was starving. so at 3pm, we bounced over to kim gary for a very late lunch. we ordered what could be considered tonnes of food for three and a half people, that half a person being yi ern having a nibble here and there. still, we devoured everything like the greedy monsters we were. unfortunately, yi ern had to go off halfway through lunch, it being a school day and all, which in a way is ironic considering the fact that she - shhhhhhhh! - skipped class to hang out with us.

the bill finally came up to rm66. sigh. of course, it was only around rm20 each after dividing, but still! my monaaaay! i also forgot to mention that before lunch, we witnessed a very naughty cashier busying herself with pet society - an application on facebook - in tower records. we spied on her for a few moments before knocking on the glass and scrambling for cover. lol

we decided to watch a movie because really, what else was there to do? we watched love matters. the movie incorporated a range of taboo subjects, some that really made me squirm in my seat - or was that because of all the extremely corny moments? i also figured that the movie was made specially to paint us male species in a very very bad light. watch it and you'd know what i'm talking about. not all of us are like that, get that? the movie was nonetheless entertaining.

chun kit had to cabut after the movie, and i'm not sure whether we get to hang out again before he departs for singapore on sunday, though asking for a third time might seem a bit self-indulgent and inconsiderate. sorry we had to steal him from you, mr and mrs ng! haha

beatrice and i went to mph and popular to do a little browsing before beatrice's parents arrived, and damn! we ended up spending more money. hopefully, the books we bought are worth the money. beatrice got herself a vampire novel from mph whereas i myself got a book called the amateur gourmet and another novel called what the dickens? from mph and popular respectively. the books cost me approximately rm80. gawd. i couldnt resist though. i just could not, or if i could rephrase that, dare not subdue that part of me.

anyway, i found out the author of the amateur gourmet first achieved fame when he appeared on CNN in 2004 with some really special cupcakes he baked. special?, you ask. yes, very special. they're special because they were janet jackson breast cupcakes! HAHAHAHAHA.

dont believe me? read and laugh here.

after feeling a bit sad because of the rm160 i spent today, i drove home, but of course without first bidding beatrice farewell as she met up with her parents at around 8pm. according to her blog, she had dinner at kim gary again! i dont think she'd be going back there again in the near future.

ciao!

i wanna dance with somebody. Monday, March 16, 2009 |

today was probably the craziest and funnest day i had in months, but of course at the expense of my throat.

today, beatrice and i met up with chun kit for the first time since he left for singapore in january. we missed him loads, and after exchanging big hugs, we scolded him for being late. LOL. fine, we were not that mean and petty. of course, we felt like kicking and screaming at him for making us wait so long, but let's not talk about that.

this is why. him late = no coke = withdrawal.
lol


after a small binge which included ice cream, more ice cream, mcd, some cocaine (see picture above) and a pretzel, we popped ourselves over to popular. after viewing a few books having their plastic wrappers torn off by chun kit, we rushed off to the cinema. seeing a huge crowd, i suggested to chun kit to ask the usherers whether they could let us in earlier as i needed to use the toilet badly. i'm guessing it was only five minutes till the time they would have allowed everyone else in. as every cinema-goer in penang would know, the toilets located outside the multiplex in gurney plaza just suck to the maximum. if presented with a choice, who the fuck would choose those toilets? so, of course i wanted to use the toilets inside if possible. then fuck me if i failed to keep my voice down, because this girl right in front of me flung her arm up, so suddenly i was actually kinda surprised chun kit did not duck to avoid that fat-riddled thing, pointed in the direction of those pathetic toilets and said in the bitchiest tone: "the toilet is over there." then she turned back to bitch to her friend whilst at the same time staring at me from the corner of her eye. chun kit and i glared at her.

excuse my sudden poetic nature, but here's a haiku i composed specially for her:

fattest kiasu bitch
thinks i want to snatch her place
to weight loss machine

i totally understood her concerns. she thought we wanted to find an excuse to get into the cinema hall first. but here are the facts, you cow! nobody wants to fucking steal your first place in line. and - ooooh, i'm so scared - what if we did?

were we going to steal your seat - i assume the bestest seat for your fat arse - for ourselves?
fact #1: for all i know, cinemas are not free-seating. bitch!

are you that desperate to be the first one in? it wasn't even some huge movie premiere that everyone struggled to get a ticket in.
fact#2: the movie is called race to witch mountain, NOT transformers: revenge of the fallen or harry potter and the half-blood prince. let me repeat that, raaace toooo wiiitch mooouuuntaaaiiin. you also do not get a reward - in your case, a free weight loss programme - for being the first one to sit down. i also do not care if you are a big fan of dwayne johnson, which i highly doubt! bitch!

(althought kinda irrelevant; i just wanted to make it a 3) you do not know us, we do not know you, so do not judge.
fact #3: but since you did, it's only fair that we return the courtesy. our conclusion? you're daft and you're a bitch!

we then went on to enjoy the movie. my rating: 6.5/10

once again, i almost crie... ahem, had something in my eyes when it reached the part where they had to say their goodbyes. i seriously do not know what is wrong with me nowadays. i had tears in my eyes when i also said my imaginary goodbyes to marley the labrador, which is of course understandable. but then i sobbed too, alone at home duh, when i watched the curious case of benjamin button. and since we're talking about brad pitt, i watched burn after reading with joel the other day, which is also the day he got two parking saman. the movie was funny but was not hilarious - the officers who gave out those two separate summonses were the hilarious ones - and the humour it had was very subtle. you have to understand what's really really going on to actually laugh. black comedies are as such and are not for those who want an instant dose of no-brainer laughter.

anyway, i just cry at anything nowadays; the last time i cried before today, well, today isnt exactly counted, was when i laughed my arse off as my mum told me about her unforgettable childhood experience in singapore's ck tang, as it was known at the time. it was insane and if you ask me if someone could have made that up, i would have said no. HELL NO.

after the movie, we rushed to toilet on the fourth level as my bladder was bursting once again. after that, as we were browsing cds in the music store, beatrice said she saw the bitch! and her friend in the toilet. they were whispering about how she was the girl that was with those rude, pathetic boys just now at the cinema. i told her she should have whacked them across the back of their feather-light heads and as they recoiled, take out her tiny portable water pistol conveniently filled with holy water and shoot their godforsaken faces with it, then laugh as they buuurned. well, okay, i only told her to do that first thing. the latter three were swirling in my mind.

our karaoke session was only 20 minutes away so we hobbled over to the place. while waiting, we accessed the internet and watched the woman who went poppycock over not being able to get some sharksfin soup in hong kong, and laughed ourselves silly. saw it on seumas' blog, so thanks! fyi, my last bowl of almost-extinct animal soup was probably in '04 or '05. i know i sound retarded if you imagined me saying this, but you have london tipton to thank for this: yay me! *claps hands incessantly*

singing was the highlight of the day. notable songs we sang along to include hot 'n' cold, girlfriend and listen. and out of the bunch, i wanna dance with somebody and it's raining men were definitely the bombs. why hardly any guy songs? i guess they were less fun to sing. we didnt just spend rm10 and 180 minutes to sing slow, sappy love songs. we wanted loud and powerful songs. girl power! you go, girlfriend! LOL.

for 3 hours, we sang, we danced but unfortunately we did not steal things, and i'm talking to you, jason mraz.

our last song was it's raining men. so yes, i guess it ended on a high note. the lyrics were a riot.

god bless mother nature
she's a single woman too
she took over heaven
and she did what she had to do

ingenius, although half the time we did not know what we were singing - there were no lyrics! there also wasnt love story and the fear. how can you call that karaoke, people? my rm10 for such crap?! well, maybe crap is a strong word...

...but rm10 for such SHIT?!

lol. i'm might be pushing it a bit too far, rm10 is quite reasonable after all, but they still have quite a bit to improve on.


after dinner at nando's, we then departed and made our own way back home, looking forward to hopefully our next outing together on wednesday.




dont even talk about the consequence.

scary b*tch; scary vodka. Sunday, March 15, 2009 |

you can kiss my asterisk, b*tch!
you're smart, i know; pretty? i dont think so.
your attitude is so crass, i'd rather go to the flower fest'.
you may seem all kind and lovely in front of others, when actually you use them as a personal rudder.
pathetic fanatic, you're b*tch fantastic!
you're just like satan's little lost fragment; even my friend believed you were pregnant!
you're just really fat, too bad!

scary b*tch, i think you may actually be a witch.

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that little poem i miraculously conjured after a brief period of drunken stupor, of which i will explain later, up there is dedicated to a fakest faker i know. i thought it was all over when i left primary school and didnt have to see her face again. who knew she'd pop up in my life just like how a pimple appears on my left butt cheek - hey, i'm sure you'd have at least one before - fast, sudden and painfully excruciating.

but it's not like we talk. it's just having to see her again after all those years of bliss (yes, i'd rather go through 2004-2008 a million... no, maybe ten times more than to be in the same room with her even if it were for a minute) kinda made me snap like a twig. now she's worse than ever. if you were never a friend/classmate of hers, you wouldnt know what hit you until after at least you were 'utilised' in her grand plan for world domination. honestly, i wouldnt even give a damn about her right now, it's just having to see a close friend suffer that makes my blood boil. my friend didnt choose to be a part of any of this, she just kinda got sucked into the b*tch's barbie-dolls-that-torture-and-kill-with-ever-smiling-faces hell.

it's also sad to see how many people are unaware of her true intentions. it's even more frustrating to hear how people cannot stand up for themselves because of [some certain factors], just like my friend.

the worst thing is that maybe, just maybe, even she doesnt realise how b*tchy she actually can be.


now, let's talk about vodka.

i went to a friend's house for one of those gatherings we always have, and i was especially looking forward to this one because we havent had one for so so long.

those under 18 had laksa whereas the adults had laksa and orange juice - well, it seemed like orange juice. my mum's friend offered me her glass because she didnt want anymore after two sips, and i happily took it out of her hands. i did not expect myself to do this, especially after what happened that last time where i vomited like linda blair in the exorcist, the only difference was that my vomit was a palette of oranges and browns, not green. i knew there was vodka in the orange juice but what was i thinking? i thought i promised myself not to touch alcohol anymore! maybe i thought what harm could one little bit of vodka make, compared to that bottle of sparkling i had.

wrong move #1. i took a sip, but i didnt taste anything, not even a hint of orangey vitamin C goodness. so i took bigger and bigger sips, until i could at least taste something - vodka, orange, anything. soon, not even after half a glass, i was already flushed. my heart started to beat so fast i thought i would go into cardiac arrest. my head throbbed like mad. my face and neck felt so hot.

it wasnt exactly comfortable.

i thought i would get it over with and chucked down the remaining half glass within 5 minutes.

wrong move #2. soon i felt so dizzy, and that familiar rising feeling from my stomach was becoming very apparent. gawd, i was so nauseous. i had to lie down or else i would have emptied the contents of my stomach - an acidic mixture of laska, coke, sprite, spring roll and water - onto the household's west highland white terrier.

but it got better. soon the effects of the spins wore off. and okay fine, i wasnt exactly in a drunken stupor. and to celebrate that, my friends and i had a good laugh at videos of falling women on youtube.

moral of the story, stop drinking alcohol so damn fast! me drinking too fast was the cause of today's and last year's horrible experiences. you think i should have learnt that lesson last time, but egad!

i realise that alcohol doesnt have to be an enemy. i just have to take it slower next time.
i was told it is an acquired skill after all. it is?
now all i need to do is practice. more 42 BELOW please!

*drunken laughter*





look me in the eyes with the sad, sad look that you wear so well.

tony. Saturday, March 14, 2009 |

i dont like it. it should be called brown sugar - what a mouthful - or maybe just brownie. brownie, as in a baked square of chocolate cake smothered in chocolated fudge and a dollop of fresh cream? okay, that kinda turned me on.
just make sure you dont pronounce it in that typical cantonese/hokkien tune.

oh, you have no idea what i'm blabbing about? my grandma just got a 2-week-old poodle.

she had one, but that one died a few years back. sigh. it was black and i remember always playing with it when i was a kid, but as i grew up, and as everyone else grew up too, i slowly just fell out of love with it. then it died and i felt horrible.

i'm such a jerk.

i take their love and loyalty for granted. but dont worry, it's not the same with people. well, i hope it isnt...

i'll take better photos with my canon camera next time because this camera phone sucks!

the only thing i'm worried about, besides the name, is how it'll be treated. it's not a question about whether it'll be abused or whatever, i'm just scared it wont get the proper care it needs.

its coat looks like it requires a brush everyday.
and it requires training! poodles are the most intelligent dogs in the world, i dont want that to go to waste...

what about me?

...someone bash me right now. BASH ME for saying all this.

anyway, my grandpa said he wants to breed poodles.
i'm frustrated by that.

you baboon! Thursday, March 12, 2009 |

i have not been connected to the world wide web for over a week, thanks to some stupid connection problem. being isolated from the net for a whole week means missing out on a HUGE number of blog/facebook updates, emails and downloads. generally, there was boredom and AAHHHH!-i'm-a-headless-chicken-running-around kind of weirdness.

god, it feels good to be back although it could be likened to a sugar rush: i'm totally high on reading new entries on the blogs i follow now.

anyway, got my SPM results today. was shaking like mad right before leaving the house. could (MUST) have been the nerves, though i suspect that it was just my body's natural reaction to being blasted by some cold draft (that came with a vengeance, i also suspect) after a warm shower - GAWD i hate that. i was so nervous on the way there i kinda hoped i would crash into some nasi lemak stall because i was so not prepared at all for today; i just did not want to know! i ended up calming myself down by singing along, very loudly i dare add, to - dont laugh! - taylor swift's love story.

we were both young when i first saw you~

A*awesomesongbtw*HEM.

cutting to the chase, i managed to get myself 9A1s, 10 if you would include that other 1119 paper or whatever.

disappointingly, i got a B3 for my EST.
unsurprisingly, i received a mere C5 for chinese.

chun kit's mother 'accompanied' me when i was there to get my results. i didnt dare look at the results slip so i let her see it first. i kinda died and became a zombie when she said: it's ok la... in the way i would say: urm, okay... to some baboon who offered me a banana.

also, what should have been the climax of the day became very anti-climatic when those giving out the result slips for my class said i could not get mine as i was wearing knee-length shorts. i really wanted to pounce on them when they told me that. frankly, it felt like being on a train that suddenly crashes into some invisible barrier while travelling at 300km per hour. i actually had to go meet with the vice principal and come back a 2nd time.

by the way, a big thanks to adam for helping me avoid that stalker boy who ATE MY COOKIES (yes, he just wont stop). adam actually heard his ever-so-recognisable voice, so shrill it would have made those chinese opera singers proud, from about 2 metres away. i was talking to adam when his spidey senses kinda tingled, where from there i took swift action. i activated my holy powers and parted the sea of red-faced students (red-faced from the hot weather, obviously). i then proceeded to take him out with my flamethrower. and to make sure not a single bakwa of him survived, i finished him off with my bazooka. lastly, even though i did not fire a single bullet, i blew the imaginary smoke off the tip of my trusty pistol.

totally awesome, right?

i actually just tried my best to avoid him, to which i succeeded in doing, which is already good enough for me.

and believe or not, those who got 9As and above got to have their photo taken! well, there was one exception: hobart got interviewed. pssst, he got straight A1s. not surprising at all. in fact, it was just so expected i would have vomited shit if he was not. well, i do believe he was interviewed or something - there were video cameras. i say i think because i did not actually witness him being interviewed. and why did not i witness that? like knock-knock, i was busy blasting the guts out of that stalker boy who ATE MY COOKIES!!!

and for the photos... harhar. i dont think you would even be able to see me when they get published in the newspapers. as you know, and if you dont, i'm not very enthusiastic about group photos where the number of people being photographed amount to about, let's say, A MILLION - oh wait, i forgot! i'm never enthusiastic about being photographed. to me, i dont see the point anymore as i'm typically overshadowed by the others. but if you do spot me, i'd probably be seen oblivious to my surroundings with some glum expression, just like how someone who got gruesomely murdered would appear as some creepy, blurred ghost face in supposedly cheerful photos in those typical ghost stories/movies.

cheers!




reactions from friends and family about results:
mum - giggled like a little girl
dad - "congratulations." that sounded so impartial only family members would be able to sense that hint of happiness, lol
grandma #1/#2 - big hug/"wahhh, 9As ar?!" in hokkien
grandpa #1/#2 - handshake/"very good." in chinese
ck's mum - read above
yi ern - "shit you!" or something like that, followed by a virtual slap
beatrice - "you are scary!"
sms from unknown sender - "whoa whoa whoa! you rock man! congrats!" (thanks btw)

myself - "oh."

ceylon and complexities. Tuesday, March 03, 2009 |

coffee bean has a new bunch of stuff.
i'm excited by new stuff.

they've released a couple of rare teas: ceylon green tea and mango green tea. i got them for my mum and i have to tell you, they are NOT cheap - still cheaper though with my 20% staff discount. the mango green tea smells deliciously just like mango, and you know why the ceylon green tea is so rare? it's because the tea plantations in sri lanka usually only produce black tea, and i bought it because i like rare stuff. part of me says it's just a marketing ploy, another part of me just wants to get it. oh well.

there's also banana cream pie. with all due frankness, i find banana disgusting. the texture of the flesh just puts me off.
surprisingly, i tried the pie anyway.
it's weird because i found it yummy. i still find myself eating it, even when i know how much i dislike banana. i am creepy.
so, besides having to deal with me being creepy, you also have to deal with banana breath. *gag* and dont remind me, banana burps are likeOMGgetawayfromme.

the new mango matcha green tea ice blended is to die for, ok? i've gotta stop thinking about it because right now, i cant stop twitching.
*twitch twitch*

this concludes my write-up/online blog promotion for coffee bean. they did not blackmail into doing this, but you're welcome to think so. hahaha.
JOKING LA! these are real, genuine thoughts slash opinions.


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Psychology Assessment March 2009

Outlet manager and Gerald do not get on very well.
They drive each other nuts every few days.
Gerald thinks it's because the OM is moody, psychotic and unpredictable.
The OM thinks it's because Gerald panics and messes everything up when it gets busy.
On a side note, both have just had a haircut.

Based on the above personal blog extract, comment.

i cant think of something good to tell you. but i realise that there's some sort of complex going on here. it's complicated. i want people to like me, to acknowledge me. i also want to like people, even after whatever that's been done in the past. to elaborate on the latter point, i always find myself an excuse to kinda 'forgive' people and to tell myself that they're not so bad, even when they might be. it's a constant battle. one day, they'd be nice and i tell myself that i really like them, and that we could be friends. the next day, they'd be arseholes and i'd be there in the corner cussing my mouth off, honestly - it's like i want to kill those fuckers. the next week, they'd be nice again. then even though i know that they're first-class retards, i tell myself AGAIN that maybe they're not so bad. and so, the cycles continues, never-ending.

i care for people and i care about what they think of me. i always do a mental backtrack after what seems to be a weird pause in the conversation. was it something i did? something i said? or is it me overthinking everything again, making something out of nothing?

it's killing me, and so, i die a little bit everyday.



Grade: D
The report was, even though irrelevant to what was required, intriguing and unique. Your thoughts about what seems to be a self-examination of possibly your own past and experiences worries me, thus, I am sending you to the counselor's office. Also, please utilise proper punctuation, a black/blue pen and if possible, no profanity in your next report.