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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.

chestnut.

oh me oh my. an anonymous person who reads my blog is getting impatient.
my apologies, your royal highness.

well, my classmates and i celebrated siew kek's birthday at tgi friday's last saturday. it was fun, although switching and i did get into a little argument in the beginning. bwahaha~ but seriously, she got so fucking angry sehingga saya juga terkejut. AND SHE MADE ME CRY!

... yeeeeaaaa right, i hope you shit yourself falling for that.

we were being evil.

anyway, siew kek said she really appreciated the birthday dinner because nobody really celebrated with her and for her like we did. so yea, she got emotional during the cake-cutting ceremony. well, that's what switching said la because i did not notice anything. what i did notice was how nervous and sweaty she got when the staff told her she had to give a thank you speech and sing a song (no nursery rhymes, no kiddy songs, no ABC) in front of everybody before they would light the candles. we suggested our version of BEP's my humps, char kaoy teow mai ham, to her, but she didnt take it. LOL

the bill came up to rm560+ for 15 persons. we paid roughly the same amount at feringgi grill for 3 (refer to previous entry). whoopsies!

ohyea, that same morning, joel and i went for a jog at the botanical gardens with beatrice, who had just returned to penang, albeit for one day only. joel told us about his ghostly encounter in adelaide when he travelled to aussieland a few months ago. it was definitely a hair-rasing tale, and hearing of the mischievousness of the ghost, i'd say it was poltergiest. still very cool though, because i wish i could say i've been through such a thing (but please, i dont wanna die) just for the sake of experiencing it. i'm crazy, i know, but BAH, we only live once.

which reminds me, i've bungee jumped before. have you? ;p

the post-jump high, way back in 2007 in lovely south africa.
and is it just me, or do i look more 'chinese' in this photo?
HA

after our little jogging session, we went to pulau tikus for breakfast, beatrice's treat! just because she was back in penang. if that's the case, i'm certainly looking forward to the next time she'll be arriving back here! very funny, gerald. joel then asked if they could come over to my house, so we did exactly that. once home, i proceeded to take the covers off me wonderful little mini cooper to show them just exactly how beautiful she is (btw, i'm taking you up on that velvet dice offer, jocelyn).

then just like a car salesperson, i took them for a test ride. HAHAHA

after various attempts at awaking the engine and minutes of warming her up, we were off. after a couple of rounds, joel said it was his turn. i reluctantly gave my car up, all for good reason as you'll read later on.

summary:
  1. engin mati three times if i'm not mistaken. it didnt on my turn. hahaha
  2. he drove through a huge puddle of water. it wouldnt have been a problem if he drove slowly, but did he? NOPE. suddenly all my hard work washing and polishing the car seemed all in vain.
  3. when he went over a huge bump, he didnt slow down completely. so we literally flew through the air (well, that's what it felt like), complete with colourful pyrotechnics in the background, and crash landed a millisecond later.
after that episode, you should be able to tell that i forbade him from ever touching my car again.
i'm joking, but: joel? PLEASE BE MORE CAUTIOUS NEXT TIME?

no hard feelings.
although... i do look like shit here.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    4 September 2009 at 14:54  

    BUNGEEE JUMPING??

    WHERE??

    FUCK YOU top

  • Blogger gerald. says so:
    4 September 2009 at 21:39  

    AWWWWW, FUCK YOU TOO.

    'twas in south africa.
    officially the highest commercial bungee jump everrr!
    bwahahaha.
    maybe i'll blog about. top

  • Blogger beat says so:
    5 September 2009 at 00:29  

    LOL!!! i look hideous too!! and i want the pics! i know i'm being a pest like on that day! picture picture picture! hahaa! duwanna miss the moment with u guys!! haha! and btw.. we need to talk. hmph. =P hahahhaa! top