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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

amaranth. Monday, September 28, 2009 |

i do not condone animal cruelty, but sometimes, enough is enough because i felt like shooting a dog last night.

i barely got any shuteye (i'm certain i wasnt the only one) because some dumb rottweiler was howling the night away yesterday. it was the neighbour's, and this particular neighbour is situated just behind my house. so imagine the decibels. ironically, the family hasnt moved in yet. heck, even the renovations are far from complete.

there it goes again.
fuck.

i was awoken three goddamn times. first at 12am, then at 2am. i spent almost an hour tossing and turning and trashing in bed as the stupid mutt howled every 5 minutes. at 4am, i just gave up trying to sleep and went out to watch me some telly. i was especially pissed considering it was a sunday night, meaning, school the next day.

my mum said she would talk to the owner about it.

so she did. and you know what? that person fucker was just unbelievably inconsiderate.

he said he needed the dog to guard his property and his (unfinished) house. what the fuck are you talking about? what do you mean?! there isnt even anything inside yet! what is there to steal, huh? bricks? dust? cobwebs?

and imagine this, my mum said he even made his si lang bin.
GAWD, i was furious when my mum told me of his reaction.

i have one question for him.
have you no PR skills?

this does not bode well for him because, oooooh, wait til there's a fire and we gather around roasting marshmallows whilst watching their fugly house burn down. just who the fuck do you think you are? this is not your grandfather's neighbourhood, ok? in fact, you're like the "newcomer" here, as much as i hate to say that! there are other people - people, living organisms that actually eat, shit, sleep like you - living in the area, geddit? some of us are also students who have to wake up early for school, damn it! fuckin' arsehole! selfish bastard!

in the end, a compromise was reached. he said the main reason his dog was howling, was because it was lonely. so he'll pacify it by having the bitch stay with him.

i was like, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM?!

...ok, listen buddy, if your fuckingly brilliant plan fails and the howling continues, your dog days are over. OVER!



[UPDATE at 21:38]
it's barking. i'm guessing the howling will soon follow.
pumps shotgun
too bad.

ultra pink. Saturday, September 26, 2009 |

for reasons unknown - actually, for reasons i choose not to disclose, i'm feeling rather resentful. a bit bitter, as well.

oh well, nothing like a guilty pleasure to cheer me up.

yeaaaah...
it's a party in the usa...

dont you laugh at me, because i find it really catchy. oh miley... LOL

btw? i killed a cockroach; unconsciously yelling "DIE! DIE! DIE!" whilst i smashed it to bits with a rolled-up bunch of newspaper, much to my mother's shock and dismay.

naturally, it felt very satisfying, seeing how much time my brother and i spent trying to catch and release it out into the wild. the fucking wild, i tell you! i wasnt too keen on sparing it, but my brother just couldnt kill it. so there we were, running up, climbing down, rummaging through clothes, trying to find the little fucker... then i screamed (in pure horror) as it flew into my face and bounced onto my arm momentarily. i have a serious phobia of insects, you see. so please, dont judge me, yea?

so yes, that was the main reason i wanted it dead asap: so it didnt have to fly into my face and make me scream like a little girl.

emerald. Wednesday, September 23, 2009 |

i'm not crazy
i'm just a little unwell

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you know what i feel like doing?
i feel like becoming a vegan.

(please laugh?) LOL

well, not exactly.

first off, i'm too lazy.
second, all the "oh-my-god-, uhhhh- and ahhhhhh-inducing" foods of the world; i just cannot imagine a life without them. (yep, those were moans and groans of pure ecstasy)
lastly, i'm lazy. (whoops, did i repeat that already?)

this sudden (and temporary) impulse to convert to veganism overcame me when i was reading this book, "skinny bastard" by rory freedman and kim barnouin - which i finished in two hours in the bookstore itself; saved me rm65 doing that. anyway, the UGLY truth regarding the food and agricultural industry made me sick to the stomach. ignorance really was bliss, because now i can never look at meat and dairy products the same way ever again. the ethical issues of consuming meat and animal products, the mistreatment of animals... was tragically enlightening.

i was especially disgusted by how animals were treated prior to being slaughtered. i was literally gagging when i read the book. of course, those facts were based on what was going on in the USA. i have seriously no clue as to what the practices are like over here.

still, i can go no further. if you want to know more, go here.

so yea, lots and lots of respect to all the vegetarians and vegans out there. it's tough being one, in my opinion. by the way, for those who think vegetarianism and veganism are for sissies and hippies, go fuck yourself.

veganism might not be an option now, but i'm not ruling it out in the future.
for now, i think i might just consume less meat and drink soya milk instead of cow's milk.

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once again, i'm not crazy.

maya blue. Tuesday, September 22, 2009 |

something strange is happening.

i am beginning to obsess about my eating habits; what i eat, when i eat, how i eat. i've never EVER given any second thoughts when eating, binging or attacking the buffet line up til this point.

can someone please tell me what the hell fuck's going on here?

wait, before you shout "...but you're a fucking stickman!", i must clarify that when i say i worry, all i do is worry. i do not cut down on meals, i still binge and devour an entire bar of chocolate in one go; i even had a bowl of ice kacang and cendol each this afternoon (YES I AM A GLUTTON SORRY). so that's a good thing, right? NO DUH.

right now, all i can think about are the miles i have to run to burn off these calories... but with the advantage of a fast and efficient metabolism, i think i needn't worry to much.

on second thought, i'd rather not take that for granted.
so much for self-comfort.




they tried to make me go to rehab
i said no, no, no

DOUCHEBAG. Monday, September 14, 2009 |

carrot orange. Friday, September 11, 2009 |

nothing much has happened this past week... although i have started driving my mini cooper around and to school. one thing i am very proud and happy about is the number of ooohs and ahhhhhs the car gets when in school.

but as lovely as it is, it's stressful driving. my incompetence in driving manually has resulted in the engine dying a few times, fortunately not on busy roads though and MOST fortunately not in front of anybody from school. there's also the constant fear of having my car being shitted on by flying organisms or being hit by a handball thrown by idiot students... and the road bumps! what a pain in the arse! if i drive too fast on a high bump, the bottom gets mauled. drive too slow (and being the amateur i am), the car might shudder violently and the engine, proceed to die.

i have to get to school tomorrow for some tug-of-war interclass competition. gawd, it's going to be crazy. the rope will probably rip the skin on my hands to shreds. (i know guys arent supposed to mind this sort of stuff. do i give a fuck tho'? NOPE.) my class has 10 girls and 10 boys, and being one of the taller ones - actually the tallest in class - i obviously had to have my name on the list, dont i? do they not know taller does not necessarily mean stronger? of course, i'm just saying. i dont even know the measure of my own strength, so... blah. fuck it, why not?

ohyea, my grades for the recent test were just... painful, excruciating MURDER! my maths was no surprise though i still wish i could have made the passing mark. the worst of all - YES. even worse than my maths - was my biology. how shocking, how disappointing. (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHY???)

i'm gonna have to buck up.
seriously!

... but first, some hilarity.




HAHAHAHAHA.

sunglow. Monday, September 07, 2009 |

my classmates and i went bug-catching yesterday. things, for the most part of it, did not turn out the way they were supposed to.

nope, it didnt rain.
we were attacked, attacked by a huge army of mosquitoes.

all of us first congregated at mcdonald's.

we then proceeded to drive ourselves - 4 cars, 13 people - over to balik pulau where we met up with benedict. we had lunch and then followed benedict to his house.

benedict took us up to his family's fruit orchard to catch them bugs. let me say something first though: we did not expect how hard and gruelling this would be.

first off, the climb up was treacherous.
it was slippery. it was steep. there were carnivourous plants.

second, it was supercalifragilisticexpialidociously - yes, it was so bad i require adverb help from mary poppins - humid and hot.
we were sweating like pigs.

thirdly, the mosquitoes.
oh gawd, they were having a bloody blood-sucking frenzy. the moment you stop moving, they'll be on to you. insect repellent did not work, even flamethrowers had no effect. the only way to repel them was to not stop moving, or in other words, dance like a maniac. i, myself, did the chicken dance.

woooaaaaahh...

with such distractions, i didnt manage to capture a single insect. oh well, at least i was only bitten 3 times. switching had 11 bites. i think siew kek broke the record for the most mosquito bites i've even seen on someone; she amassed a total of 45 on her arms and legs.

once we reached the top, we went back down immediately. well, most of us. i was soaked in my own sweat, and i hate that i did not bring an extra t-shirt to change into. shudders

i would have gone back then, but i was forced to linger there for another hour and a half. some were still up there, looking for insects. two people i had to fetch home went on to another part of the orchard to catch more bugs.

so we waited, waited and waited.

we chatted, pretended to be hitchhikers, counted our mosquito bites, laughed like maniacs... simply, we went bananas.

it was already 4.30pm when i finally got to go home.

i was so tired. nonetheless, i was to met up with switching for dinner and cocktails at queensbay.

cocktails, you say?

yep, cocktails at tgif. i almost crashed. i began to blush 20 minutes in, my heart rate went up. but that was as far as it got, which was great. pheeeeew, i didnt feel uncomfortable.

switching said her cheeks burnt though.

turquoise. Friday, September 04, 2009 |



OH DEAR LORD.
her eyes, how bewitching.
and that slight cock in her eyebrow... whoooooo!

i'm telling you, i'd definitely fumble too.

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on merdeka day, instead of doing anything of patriotic significance, joel and i went over to baskin robbins. it was the 31st, so there was a 31% discount on everything.

we went to the pulau tikus branch, and let me tell you, it was like a can of sardines in there, much to joel's surprise. here's a fact: when there's anything free, anything on sale, any promotion, you can count on us malaysians being there. no shit, i'm not kidding you.

it was hot, stuffy and crowded, many flavours were running out, but the worst thing was they had no more pint-sized ice-cream takeaway thingys. like, fuck me! are they for real? i had no choice but to purchase one quart of cookie dough ice-cream because i already promised my little brother i would get him some. the initial plan was to sit down and have a nice chat whilst devouring some ice-cream cones. we aborted and went over to the nearby coffee bean branch. now, i know i kinda swore not to go over there ever again, but i had no choice. there was no starbucks in sight and we just wanted a drink or two, the non-alcoholic kind!

i didnt bump into anybody i've worked with before, so thank god. i hate doing all these, you know, follow-up kinda things. what i'm saying is, they're not exactly friends but it's just the fact that i've worked with them before. you bump into them, and there's the awkward conversation and all, which i find really silly.

sigh.

i had their latest promotion drink, and god, it tasted AWFUL. waste of my fucking money; i should have went for the iced hazelnut latte. joel had the hazelnut ice blended, of which the cashiers exploited to earn some extra cash for the company. they tricked him into paying an additional rm3 for two pumps of chocolate fudge, blended into his beverage. i mean, one would have been tolerable, but two? he didnt even know what they were charging him for. i, too, thought it was only one pump, but NOOOOO. that's one aspect i've always disliked about their sales strategy, 'tricking' customers into paying extra without informing them beforehand. i foresee a boycott... even though i've been yearning for their cheesecake. bleh

there was free wi-fi, so after a few comments on his facebook status and a little conversation (HAHAHA) with seumas, we said our goodbyes and made our way home.

yesterday was a surprise holiday given to us by the school (chung ling students only, sorry). hahaha, so in end, it's almost like an extra week of holidays for me because i skipped school this tuesday. i overslept, you see; so did my brothers and father. my brothers made it to school though, which was possible for them since their schools were only, at most, five minutes away.

anyhoo, i went for a movie with switching yesterday. a fellow horror fan, we were actually planning to watch orphan and the final destination back-to-back. unfortunately, they've stopped showing the former for no apparent reason.

i waited 2 hours for switching to arrive. to pass the time, i read lat cartoons in mph.
they had me guffawing.
aaaah, lat is truly a great cartoonist.

the movie? thumbs down, this time round.
it was horrible! the acting was inferior, some scenes were just pure nonsense, and the movie was supposed to be all thriller/horror with the occasional comic relief, right? GAWD NO. i'm not sure if the humour was intended or not, but it was just over-the-top! the suspense and morbid anticipation were just momentary, temporary aspects felt during the film. stupid, aint it? luckily the tickets were at student price, because it would not have been worth paying rm10. oh, they also repeated the ways of how some people died! seriously? unoriginal.

after the film, we headed to starbucks. switching said the blueberry cheesecake there isnt half bad, so i tried it, and it was quite delicious and all, but i think the same thing over at coffee bean tastes a wee bit better. we had a nice chat and a few good laughs until she had to leave for the hospital to visit her grandma.

it wasnt that bad a day.
:)

chestnut. Thursday, September 03, 2009 |

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.