tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75057944009702161822024-02-07T18:06:37.122+08:00the occasional psychobabblegerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.comBlogger249125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-45616748612971427942010-06-14T19:48:00.000+08:002010-06-14T19:48:34.780+08:00down in the dumps.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182);">Somehow I'm finding hard to start blogging again, but I need an outlet, somewhere familiar to express what I'm feeling. It's a range of negative emotions, so what better place, right? I can't go around sobbing my eyes out (I weep myself to sleep, but somehow that isn't enough, is it?). I can't exactly vent my anger and frustration on my cousins, who are still as annoying as ever. I can't do anything I wish I could, actually. It's pathetic, how sorry I feel for myself.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182);">Damn.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182);">I feel like I haven't a purpose and I am so demotivated by that. I want to die; I want to disappear. I just want to get away from all this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182);">In a way, I want to get my act together. Start studying, start getting good grades, start looking forward to university. It's just so hard taking that first step, and after that, sustaining the effort. I never could understand how easily some people can set their mind on something and work their way towards their goals. I think I used to be able to do that; I've forgotten how to though. So much has changed since Form 5. My priorities are no longer what they should be. Right now, studying is of no interest to me, at least what I'm studying isn't.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fuck it, fuck Form 6!</span> But I can't. I need to do this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(96, 130, 182); font-style: italic;">Then do it.</span><br /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-27228161367798984342010-02-08T18:53:00.003+08:002010-02-08T19:45:30.603+08:00It's gone.<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm afraid I won't be blogging as often as I would like to anymore. In fact, I don't even know if I'll return.<br /><br />The lack of time and energy has taken a toll on my enthusiasm here. School's a monster, slowly eating away at my body and mind. It will just not go away. I don't like what's happening, but there's not a single thing I can do about it. Besides, the excitement I used to have is gone. It no longer exists. I don't have the urge to share my life's ups and down, adventures and mishaps anymore.<br /><br />Never have I devoted so much emotion and energy into a blog/journal/diary before. The blog before this was immature and silly, a product of a 14-year-old's (or was I 15?) imagination and love for cookies, now somewhere lost in the infinite universe of cyberspace. But the memories are to die for. The same applies to those created as a result of this blog. I will miss this.<br /><br />I will be back. When? I have no idea, but when I do, I'm sure it'll be with a new found sense of direction. Til then...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Can this get anymore dramatic? *eyes roll</span><br /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-16453205161498269402010-01-30T23:37:00.005+08:002010-01-31T00:30:47.508+08:00I mean business.<div style="text-align: justify;">I've never been so busy.<br /><br />Gone are the afternoon naps that last for hours, the hours spent in front of the computer surfing the net, the time spent reading before bedtime... It's weird. I'm not used to being on the move or having something to finish everyday. I miss my personal time, 'me' time.<br /><br />There'll be meetings after school on Mondays and Tuesdays. Fridays are for librarian duties and organic chemistry tuition afterwards. Extra math class on Mondays and physical chemistry tuition on Saturdays. Not to mention the tonnes of homework, assignments and projects to finish. I might not seem <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>busy, but in reality, I'm just not used to all this. This is what 'busy' is to me.<br /><br />It's especially hard to study when I fall asleep after reading a page or two, and that worries me. I can't study like this.<br /><br />Oh god, I can barely keep my eyes open now...<br /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-34558500728170244802010-01-02T00:25:00.000+08:002010-01-02T00:25:00.025+08:00Sunset; Dust, anybody?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(250, 214, 165);">My last-minute attempt at finishing my school holiday assignments have not been successful. In fact, I did not even manage to start, partially because the papers I require for my written assignment are lost, somewhere in the hell hole I call my bedroom. (As for my herbarium and insectarium projects, let's just say I'm depending on my team members to not depend on me - if you know what I mean.) In trying to locate said papers, I went on a room-cleaning rampage armed with my handheld Dustbuster. Stacks of past-year exercise books, a pair of cheap binoculars (I hope), a basket full of dried-up pens and dusty stationery, endless numbers of paper files and even a box full of computer CDs were chucked into a huge purple plastic bag. Of course, the recyclable paper products were dumped into another humongous white plastic bag. It's unfortunate that I do not possess any before/after photos, because the bedroom - which I share with 3 siblings - looks simply marvelous.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(250, 214, 165);">Alas, marvelous things are not meant to last. I expect the mess to return in one month, tops.</span><br /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-37902941248329692612010-01-01T01:55:00.003+08:002010-01-01T02:04:15.265+08:00Lava; My goals for 2010.<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(207, 16, 32);">1.<br />Study like my future depended on it, because it does.<br /><br />I feel like I've given up on myself. It's either the extreme laziness that encumbers me, or the fact that my mind is no longer set on studying (maths is a bitch). It's a vicious cycle. I'm well-aware of what my problem is, it's just I don't do a damn thing about it. I cannot understand why I fail to see the importance of studying when I even advocate it myself. Education is the only way towards a career, towards a house to live in, towards providing for one's family, towards achieving one's dreams, towards a FUTURE. So why is nothing happening here? Why? Maybe I'm taking all this for granted. I've never really had any major problems with my grades. I may fail a few subjects in my school exams, but I always seem to pull through the year quite well. My PMR and SPM results aren't that bad either. Everything changed this year. I failed every subject except MUET in my finals, which is a serious load of crap. What's going to happen if I do not do the best that I can? Because honestly, I do not want to go to a local university. I want the best I can get. I know I have the chops to make it, I just haven't proven it yet.<br /><br />Talk is also very cheap, so I'm going to stop here. I do not want to get too worked up over something that could still potentially implode.<br /><br />2.<br />Cut down on my meat consumption.<br /><br />My aunt told me that not eating meat will make me stupid but I'm taking everything with a pinch of salt because, boy, if that's true, I can kiss goal #1 and thus, my future goodbye. Besides, I didn't say I was going to exclude meat from my diet completely. I'm taking things slowly... in preparation for a vegetarian diet in the future. So far, people have been skeptical about this. Heck, some even laughed. "Only real men eat red meat", "Where are you going to get your protein from?", that sort of stuff. I don't understand why some people fail to grasp the concept of a diet without meat. Telling them of my intentions is like telling them, "Hey, I'm going to castrate myself", or "I'm a spiritual, new-age person who does yoga naked every morning". Sorry for the stereotyping, but it's true. Anyway, the main reason I'm doing this is the impact meat production has on the climate. It's shocking itself, knowing how much the emissions of cows and sheep contribute to global warming. I'm also partially influenced by my mum, who doesn't take meat at all. I could go into the issue of animal rights but some people just do not care. They fail to see that animals, not only their pet dogs and cats, have feelings and emotions. Just hearing that statement would give them reason enough to scoff.<br /><br />I have to admit though, meat tastes so good after having gone days without.<br /><br />3.<br />Maintain a weekly exercise routine.<br /><br />I do not like it how my enthusiasm fizzles out halfway through everything I do. The exception being my studies, something I was never enthusiastic about. I have not engaged in any physical activity since school ended, not counting bicycling in Bangkok, which resulted in me falling, sprawling onto the road and into a world of hurt.<br /><br />So, anything besides bicycling - jogging, weight training, swimming, badminton, tennis, yoga - I'm game. I know I've got Joel for jogging/running, so anyone else? Oh wait, I don't think so. I've only got Joel because EVERYONE ELSE IS NOT IN PENANG ANYMORE.<br /><br />4.<br />Worry less.<br /><br />My worrying can take an irrational turn sometimes. Examples:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(207, 16, 32);"><li>Worrying that I won't find a parking space wherever I go.</li><li>Worrying I might get infection with the injuries I sustained falling off the bicycle in Bangkok.<br /></li><li>Worrying about how repeatedly holding my pee in may result in decreased elasticity of my bladder, which, in turn, may result in incontinence. Youch.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(207, 16, 32);">A useful piece of advice: Don't sweat the small stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br />Other than that, happy new year, everybody! May 2010 be the beginning of wonderful decade. Cheers.<br /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-53668114344281317442009-12-06T22:53:00.010+08:002009-12-07T05:41:44.152+08:00harlequin.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">it's normal to prepare a list of names for future offspring, right? RIGHT???</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">'cause i already have </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">countless</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"> a few names in mind. now i'm having second thoughts about sharing them here because, well, they're MY CHILDREN'S! besides, y'all might think i'm crazier than initially thought, what with the list of names and everything...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">now, the names i chose are decidedly less common than, say, Daniel, Alex, Kylie or Catherine. i want a name that stands out, but not bordering on looney (hopefully, hahahahaha). many of them are inspired by film, TV and literature; names i find giddily delightful. my choices are also based on the person's qualities, qualities i wish my children to have.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">the list:</span></div><div><ol><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Kafka - literal meaning, jackdaw; inspired by the novel by Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">海辺のカフカ, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Umibe no Kafuka</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">). the novel is a wonderful, fascinating one. anyway, Kafka Tamura is the main character. he, on the other hand, was named after the famous czech author, Franz Kafka. i just found myself attracted to the character's qualities as the story progressed. besides having profound insight, he reads a lot. lovely!</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Vesper - literal meaning in classic latin, evening; if you dont know, it's the name of one of them bond girls, Vesper Lynd. Eva Green's portrayal of her in Casino Royale was captivating, one of the reasons why i like the film. her initial skepticism and criticism of the ego which is Bond in the movie was biting. sarcasm (not just any kind of sarcasm though; her kind of sarcasm: scathing and cutting) is a quality i think every girl should have. used in appropriate situations though - we wouldnt want her being a meanie who bullies boys, do we? some people say Vesper is a male name, something which i will keep in mind. who knows? a boy named Vesper? oooh, i'd just love the looks people have when they hear that. MUAHAHA</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Cillian (KIL-yan) - literal meaning, war/strife; one of my children would be named after the actor Cillian Murphy. one of my favourite actors, having starred in 28 Days Later as and Red Eye, both equally wonderful films. he plays hero and villain in those two films respectively. there's the survivor who rises to the occasion, and then there is the bad, mean terrorist. i know they are fictional characters, but they're not the ones with nice names, so i'm gonna take the next best thing! the name of the person who portrays them.</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Liesel (LEE-zel) - a german diminutive of elizabeth; taken from the novel, The Book Thief. it is set in germany, before and during WW2 with Liesel Meminger as the main character. there's just this certain strength you expect young children to have, especially those who live in times of war. i want my child to have that kind of strength.</span></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">other names i love:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">for the boys</span></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Cooper</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Jasper</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Caspian</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Tristan</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Finley</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">for the girls</span></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Allison</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Evangeline</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Elsie</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">Iris</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">some names may not "ring" well with my surname, but i'll worry only when the time comes. i also used to say i would never want to have children because of Ronan, Jess and Daryl who make my life hell. we'll see if they still manage to irritate and frustrate me to the brink of no return. also, there's the issue of mutually agreeing on which name to give. by then, i wont be the only one deciding.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">BAH, for that, i'll adopt.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">no, really.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">is there somebody who still believes in love?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#44944A;">i know you're out there.</span></i></div></div></div></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-55827270289302810822009-12-01T20:39:00.004+08:002009-12-01T21:09:44.187+08:00mulberry.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">can you imagine how bored i am right now? </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">twitch</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">i dont understand how i could look forward to the long holidays like this every year. two weeks ago, i was going crazy, wondering why the holidays couldnt arrive earlier. i was sick and tired of school. now it's the other way around. i HATE the holidays, because i dont have anything to do! stuck at home, in front of the computer? irregular sleep patterns, rollercoaster mood swings? yeaaaa, the perfect way to spend the holidays.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">i hate wasting time like this.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">but then, it's not like i'm in the mood to do anything else. i dont feel like reading a novel, i dont feel like baking, i dont feel like jogging; i just dont feel like it! i do wish that i had an xbox 360 though. i want to play GTA4, to release my pent-up anger and frustration by running people over or catapulting myself off a skyscraper in a boat. perfection... hee</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C54B8C;">ARGHHHH KILL ME</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-82742662659870076092009-11-26T00:48:00.006+08:002009-11-26T02:31:52.506+08:00light blue.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">i honestly didnt think i had too bad a night, but i guess i was wrong.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">i have just come back from the SAM prom night and i feel like shit. if i have to admit one thing, it's this: i was on the verge of tears as i drove back home alone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">as usual, i was the one who kept quiet and to myself in a corner as everyone else socialised, i was THE ONLY ONE with a perpetual frown on my face and i was the one who sat by the table as everyone went up and danced around. i dont want to make up any fucking excuses, but i just could not help it. i barely know anyone else there. so, why go? that's exactly the question i want to ask myself. i guess it was because yi ern invited me, saying she needed someone to accompany her. so i told myself, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">sure, i can do tha</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">t. but then, who knew so much more was expected of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">now, i'm not complaining or blaming anyone. i just need to VENT, or the oven will explode having to churn out cakes i'm going to bake every hour.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">it didnt really hit me until we got to the lobby, but i was surrounded by strangers. the only person i honestly knew was yi ern. e-maine, who i had to pick up along with yi ern, was also a new acquaintance. other people i recognised were either too busy with their respective tasks or just people i was never really close to. so, besides both of them, i really had nobody to talk to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">it got really uncomfortable as more and more people arrived. yi ern and e-maine went off to talk to their friends, and i was left there alone with nothing to do. what i hate the most is when i am left standing there, looking lost, with nothing to do and having to pretend that i'm not all that by fiddling with my handphone or whatever i had in my hands. it's just a chore, you know? a fucking chore not to look vulnerable and lonely in a place where you know nobody and nobody knows you or the people who actually know you do not bother. i did initiate small talk with a friend or two, but that was all, lasting less than a minute each. after that, i was left with my bestest best friend again, my handphone.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">when we were allowed into the function room, yi ern actually walked in without me. i guess i was just there to be the chauffeur and the pseudo-boyfriend who carries everything the girl is carrying; just imagine a guy carrying a silver clutch, a camera case, two wilted roses and BLA BLA BLA. i felt so goddamned stupid and pathetic. oh but no, the worse had yet to come.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">when the buffet line was open, i didnt go straight for it. instead, i went to the washroom to get my retainer out. the line was long when i came back out, so i decided to go in and have a seat to wait for the crowd to dissipate. yi ern and her friends came in, and she asked me why i havent got anything to eat yet. i told her why but after 5 minutes, yi ern asked me to go get something to eat. i said the line was still long. she insisted and, when i did not budge, went blabbing to her friends about how i would go back home and complain to my mum about how i didnt get to eat anything and be a baby about it or some other bullshit. safe to say, i wasnt too pleased hearing her say that. i felt humiliated.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">and guess what? i won a prize in the lucky draw. i didnt want to go up and told yi ern to get the prize in my place, but nope. so i went up and got it. the only thing? there was zero applause. the silence was deafening. you could hear a pin drop, even the faintest of farts. i was the outsider; everyone was puzzled. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">just who was this person?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"> i sat back down with my face red from the embarrassment.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">soon came the time for dancing. WOOOOO!!! NOT.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">everyone got up to dance and mingle and camwhore etc. me, i just sat by the table, observing their antics. a few of yi ern's friends asked her to get me to dance too, but of course, i didnt want to. i looked silly just sitting there, but at least i had someone to accompany me through sms. sigh.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">we left before the night officially ended. after dropping e-maine off, yi ern told me what people thought of me, what my impression was on them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">first, i was not what they expected. she said, they were like, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">i cant wait to meet gerald!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"> they didnt expect me to be so anti-social. they were confused as to why i did not join in the festivities. they were disappointed.</span></span></i></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">second, i was once again seen as the arrogant, pigheaded, stubborn person.</span></div></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">third, she regretted inviting me. her mum even asked her if inviting me was a good idea since they know i do not exactly like parties or big events like these.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">it's disheartening hearing all that, but what hurt the most was the third comment. i agreed that maybe it wasnt such a good idea having me there, but did i want to hear it for real? no.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">i dont know what else to say. i'm just so sick and tired of all this twisted, untrue and unproven perceptions people have of me. i'm done with all that, and as much as i would like to amend all i've done or not done, as much as i would like them to know the real me, i dont think i could be bothered.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;">i'm too bruised and battered to care anymore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ADD8E6;"><i>just pull the trigger.</i></span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-32463603757413303722009-11-22T02:49:00.004+08:002009-11-22T03:59:50.974+08:00golden yellow.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">sometimes, when i get this small feeling of happiness and think of all the things that i did, could do and will do, this tiny speck of happiness just bursts into full-blown glee. i may not display this for everyone to see (like i ever, HAHA), but i swear, it's just bursting at the seams.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">today was a great day, and i'm feeling inexplicably happy. just being happy itself already makes me happier - if that makes sense.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">on this day, i woke up before twelve. by doing that, i've felt like i've not wasted a whole morning away in bed, and as insane and bizarre as this may sound, i'm convinced that i've opened a whole new world of possibilities, and it feels wonderful! it doesnt feel forced, not like dragging myself outta bed for school at dawn. this phenomenon may be partly because of the day's tuition i was going to attend, but i refuse to use that as a reason. imagine all i could do if i continued waking up before noon! bake a cake? sure! have breakfast whilst enjoying the cool morning breeze? absolutely! go for a jog with a friend or two? WHY NOT?! this is all so exciting, i'm on the verge of exploding into a song for pete's sake! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">chemistry tuition was great. i did get lost finding the location though, and almost crashed into a motorcyclist on the way, but i arrived in one piece. after the initial apprehension and confusion, i quickly adjusted and started enjoying the lesson. you know why? BECAUSE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT WAS BEING TAUGHT. wow, just wow. is that not magnificent? the chapter was actually already covered in school earlier, but it felt like i've gained a new sense of clarity and insight.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">after that, i went jogging - no wait, i went walking with joel at the botanical gardens. we walked and talked and laughed and told stories and shared experiences... which was fun, and a bit alarming </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">and </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">disturbing (OH you know what i'm referring to, joel).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">dinner was delicious, and dessert was delightful! </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">ais kacang</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"> always ALWAYS takes me to a happy, crazy place everytime. oh dont be scared; when i mean a happy, crazy place, what i really mean is the happy, crazy place </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">in my mind</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">just now, i was watching the scream queen marathon on mtv. it's this show where 10 aspiring actresses compete for a role in the movie SAW VI. (VI is the roman numeral for 6, stupids) anyway, I LOVE THIS SHOW! it's hilarious and so entertaining! in their acting challenges, oh gawd, when some of them make fools of themselves, i just cant help but roll around on the couch in laughter. they sometimes come up with extremely creative, but at the same time, absurd ideas to up the ante. sometimes, it works. other times, it just cracks me up. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT THREE EPISODES, which sadly, is also the last three episodes of the marathon. watch it! next saturday, 11pm to 2am! (note: unfortunately, it's not so funny when all the bad, psycho actresses are eliminated and all we are left with are the ones who can really act. it is really interesting though to see how brilliantly these last few ones can execute)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">wooooooooooo... i cant wait for tomorrow! watching the queen of food porn, nigella lawson, at 11am! how i just adore her and jamie oliver.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDF00;">g'night!</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-38808892324175200752009-11-20T20:54:00.003+08:002009-11-20T23:22:46.482+08:00carmine pink.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">i think i'm finally taking some steps to improve my grades and to be ready for my upper six next year. that's just how i envision things to be, and i hope they turn out how i want them to be. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">fingers crossed</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">first, i'll be taking chemistry tuition. two times a week, four (friggin') hours every time. this is for the holidays only though. i dunno how it'll change when school reopens. i have to admit that i'm a bit, well, uneasy/anxious/fearful/HORRIFIED about this. most probably because i havent had tuition for anything in a long time, and also because i have never attended any tuition lasting more than two hours before. poor ignorant me. the best thing is, it's located in a land far, far away. it's located just a bit further from the air itam market - and yes, that place is far to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">now, for my most favourite subject everrrrr... MATH.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">my friend offered to tutor me. yep, someone actually volunteered. library, here we come! bleh~</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">a rocky path lies ahead for me, and i'm worried i wont be able to conquer all that i need to conquer. good grades are ABSOfuckingLUTELY vital for me to be able to secure myself a scholarship. this is the real deal; winning this battle would already win me half the war. one more year, just one more year dammit...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">but just for now, tgif!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;"><br /></span></span></span></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EB4C42;">crash,<br />crash,<br />out of control<br />lose yourself<br />go and even the score</span></i>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-45084405696504654852009-11-13T23:59:00.002+08:002009-11-14T00:57:19.900+08:00magnolia.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">i feel so guilty... of what?</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">you'll never know.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">before you think the obvious: nope, i did NOT kill the rottweilers at the back. they have not ceased their barking and howling though, so i haven't ruled out exterminating them just yet.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">anyway, i am disgusted at myself! i tell myself that it is so wrong to continue thinking about what i could have done. instead, the more i berate myself, the more i regret not snatching the opportunity; no matter how immoral and disgraceful that missed opportunity was.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">i'm sorry i cannot be specific, just know this:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">i am filled with anguish and bitterness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">for all the fucking WRONG reasons.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">once again, i did not and was not going to murder anyone. nor did i run over that neighbour's cat.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">i am not a murderer nor am i a cat squasher.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">now that that's all out and done with, i am currently in the midst of my year-end exams.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">today was only the first day, and it SUCKED. i could not finish the test, losing out on a possible 15 marks. not that i care, especially since the other parts of the test i managed to finish were already so FUCKED UP. so yes, i'm getting a zero. yay</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">next up, math! </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">double </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">yay</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">i'm getting a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">negative </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;">mark for this test here, if that's possible.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#F8F4FF;"><i>do you want the truth or something beautiful?</i></span></div></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-83131214239568812302009-10-25T20:30:00.002+08:002009-10-25T21:01:14.968+08:00june bud.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">you and me could write a bad romance.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">AHHHHHHHH~</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">my finals are just two weeks away, but what have i been doing this past week? nothing that pertains to studying. believe me, i have tried, though all i managed to achieve was perfect the art of falling asleep with a really heavy reference book on top of my chest - without dying. OHHH WHY DIDNT IT JUST CRUSH ME???</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">i am getting really really REALLY worried.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">could i get something to deal with all this please?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#BDDA57;">ALCOHOL! i need alcohol!</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-52719994571247460532009-10-16T20:53:00.006+08:002009-10-16T21:44:52.913+08:00viridian.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">it's so hard to save the world.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">the dog has officially gone apeshit. these days, it tries to claw itself into the house, destroying the newly-set up mosquito netting in the process, to go hide in the bathroom. this normally happens at night. it'll find any way into the house. when it came scurrying into the house through the other entrance downstairs just now, i roared at it to get out. that's when one of its nails gouged a piece of skin off my big toe when i tried blocking its way up the stairs.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">now i'm getting a little bit paranoid. who knows what kind of bacteria lurk under the dog's nails? what if my toe becomes infected? am i going to turn into a ZOMBIE?!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">i so hate the dog.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">i dont think i'll get a dog anymore. a cat maybe, but not a dog. i just dont think i could love one, partly since dogs do not know how to clean up after themselves. i'm the very </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;">hangat-hangat tahi ayam</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"> type of person too. i love the hell outta them when they're puppies, but when they grow up, i chuck them aside. i'm in it for the cuteness only. so yes, that is my decision tentatively. i dont want to end up feeling like shit for putting a future pet dog in such an unloving home.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#40826D;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgT_M7r7-cd7816N2Od1sQycBSSjiK6N4huapRR_fxcDUYa8wOsHFFjeVUzhhLRtHPAauauWH0Qnr68Q6q7AXZqtrlBhyphenhyphenSyCLZYR4bOWqI0JIfuDg-HbLpFdhzZfUGpEBg9Ak7BwSZM8YT/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-who-driving.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgT_M7r7-cd7816N2Od1sQycBSSjiK6N4huapRR_fxcDUYa8wOsHFFjeVUzhhLRtHPAauauWH0Qnr68Q6q7AXZqtrlBhyphenhyphenSyCLZYR4bOWqI0JIfuDg-HbLpFdhzZfUGpEBg9Ak7BwSZM8YT/s400/funny-dog-pictures-who-driving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393189699875327138" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 130, 109); ">wait... i really want a pug though.</span>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-53717022462366105252009-10-14T15:56:00.002+08:002009-10-14T16:45:56.417+08:00red-violet.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">every now and then</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">i get a little bit angry and i know i've got to get out and cry</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">my brother and cousins are driving me insane! they just never listen! i have no idea what will happen when they finally make me lose it. i've warned them before, but do they even bother? nope. just picture this: in all your anger, they still laugh in your face and continue to do what you've just told them to stop doing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">i dont know about you, but i demand a little respect. never (NEVER!) in my life have i ever come across such disobedient arseholes (am i being redundant?), and when i actually do, they just had to be immediate family. they just </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">had </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">to be them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">i cannot even begin to imagine what i will do if my child(ren) ever turn out to be like them fuckers. i just cannot bear to think about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">what do i have to do to finally make them listen, huh? whip out the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">rotan</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">? threaten to feed them to the rottweilers at the back? cry like a little baby? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">OH LORD</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">i swear i could kill myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">people always say, be tolerant, patient, whatever shit moral values they can conjure up. dont be such a dipshit, okay? way easier said than done. why dont you come and try on my shoes for a day? you'd be the first one to strangle them, if not, then yourself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C71585;">as wrong as it is, sometimes, i just want to kick them.</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-56412010472511153732009-10-13T21:59:00.003+08:002009-10-13T22:48:13.754+08:00persimmon.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(236, 88, 0); ">i had my braces taken off last thursday, and it felt really good.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">then i got my retainer on sunday. i have to wear it for 3 months, day and night. after that, 18 months but at night only.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">i'm not in any mood to put up any photos but just know that my teeth are near-perfect. they're just really yellow. teehee~ (and yes, i do brush my teeth three times a day)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">the retainer takes time getting used to as evidenced by my inability to speak coherently.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">oh btw? i now speak with a LISP.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">i made new york cheesecake on sunday and it was really dense and creamy. i guess that's what you get when you use 1kg of cream cheese. it was quite delicious and turned out better than i had expected, seeing how it was my first time; and i bet one slice was enough to satisfy the most extreme cheesecake enthusiast. i brought a few slices to school today. yummy, they said. that made my day. now i can cross </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">successfully make a cheesecake</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"> off my life's to-do list.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">i'm currently writing a short story. it involves zombies. i know it's quite a typical and run-of-the-mill kind of survival story but please, humour me awhile. now i'm just trying to decide whether my characters should survive or die horrible bloody, gory deaths.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">suddenly, i want ice-cream.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">i have this certain nagging feeling at the back of my head, telling me i have so much to do. more specifically, telling me to study. thing is, i'm not doing anything of that sort, which obviously concerns me. sigh. i have to buck up and start taking this seriously. and i'm falling sick, which doesnt really help my situation. <b>sneeze sniffle cough</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#EC5800;">good luck with all that.</span></i></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-83856764437701316662009-10-04T16:05:00.007+08:002009-10-04T20:17:59.513+08:00steel blue.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">there was an earthquake earlier this week. it struck off the coast of south sumatra, and padang bore the full brunt of the tremor. so far, at least 1100 people have been confirmed to be dead and thousands more are feared to be missing, buried under the rubble of collapsed buildings.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">the earthquake had a magnitude of 7.6 and it was even felt in high-rise buildings in malaysia, singapore and jakarta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">---------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">you want to know what i'm seriously pissed at?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">i've read a lot of this, or something of this sort, on facebook:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">"omg, you felt the tremors? so jealous..."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">more than a thousand people are dead. thousands more are missing. so many more have lost their homes, their loved ones and their hopes, their dreams, their everything... and all you can think about is how 'unfortunate' it was that you had to miss out on experiencing the tremors, feeling envious of your friends that actually did?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">fuck you.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">once again, FUCK YOU.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">you think it's all fun and games, huh? it's like a joke to you. how about try being in their shoes for once. do you know how it feels to be constantly on the alert, the thought of another earthquake striking anytime, anywhere always lingering on the back of your mind? i do not, because i've never wanted to. but you? oh no... you actually </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">want </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">of course, the truth is, you just dont know better. stuck in your naive little bubble, taking for granted how lucky all of us - compared to more disaster-prone countries - are to live in malaysia. you do not know how fucking frightening it is to feel the ground shake under your feet, to see terrified people fleeing their homes, to see buildings collapse, toppling like dominoes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">mindless, senseless people like you... just appall me. it's disgusting how shallow you are.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682B4;">i hope you get the chance, the <b>once-in-a-lifetime opportunity </b>even, to find yourself in the middle of a disaster.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682B4;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">since the disaster cannot come to you, then why dont you go to it? here are some brilliant holiday-disaster destinations:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">taiwan. the pacific typhoons it experiences are really crowd-pullers, with large waves, heavy rain and high winds. most storms occur from may to november, but can also happen all-year round. remember not to bring a rain coat or umbrella so as to fully savour the effects, and make sure to ignore evacuation plans.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">california, usa and victoria, australia. california is notorious for its wildfires and victoria, for its bushfires. travellers are advised to bring along their own marshmallows for roasting because most residents would be too busy evacuating their homes to provide you with any. also, try to ignore their stares of disbelief as you admire the firestorms.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">indonesia. this is the real deal, because it is an all-in-one holiday package. earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions! oh my. best travelling period: unknown. it really depends on your luck if you want to experience the aforementioned disasters.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">so, there you have it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">i hope you have a pleasant disaster-holiday, you sick fuckers.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">---------------------------------</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#4682b4;">my heart goes out to all the victims and survivors of the sumatra earthquakes, of the devastated samoan islands, of typhoon-hit phillippines, vietnam, cambodia and laos, and lastly, of the sicilian floods and landslides.</span></div></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-27214048624822414912009-10-02T23:53:00.003+08:002009-10-03T00:15:55.249+08:00mustard.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 219, 88); ">i'm having that same feeling again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">i dont know how to describe it. just another case of the blues, i hope?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">thinking about homework, exams, projects and how behind i am in my studies makes me sick to the stomach, and knowing how i wont be doing anything about it just kills me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">you know what i want to do? all i want to do is stay in bed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">for now, gone is the eagerness to get things done, be active and just be on the move.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">life is like a cycle.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">today: eat, shit, sleep.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">tomorrow: eat, shit, sleep.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">it's depressing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">well, it's not </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">that </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">bad. i'm just refusing to be on the brighter side today.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFDB58;">sigh... i dont want to wake up tomorrow.</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-89099603441880913832009-09-28T20:47:00.005+08:002009-09-28T22:12:38.805+08:00amaranth.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">i do not condone animal cruelty, but sometimes, enough is enough because i felt like shooting a dog last night.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">there it goes again.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">fuck.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">my mum said she would talk to the owner about it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">so she did. and you know what? that </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">person</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"> fucker was just </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">unbelievably </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">inconsiderate.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">and imagine this, my mum said he even made his </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">si lang bin</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">GAWD, i was furious when my mum told me of his reaction.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">i have one question for him.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">have you no PR skills?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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 </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">who </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">i was like, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM?!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">...ok, listen buddy, if your fuckingly brilliant plan fails and the howling continues, your dog days are over. OVER!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">[UPDATE at 21:38]</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">it's barking. i'm guessing the howling will soon follow.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">pumps shotgun</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#E52B50;">too bad.</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-47152630626372960702009-09-26T23:52:00.003+08:002009-09-27T04:08:10.414+08:00ultra pink.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">for reasons unknown - actually, for reasons i choose not to disclose, i'm feeling rather resentful. a bit bitter, as well.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">oh well, nothing like a guilty pleasure to cheer me up.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">yeaaaah...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">it's a party in the usa...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">dont you laugh at me, because i find it really catchy. oh miley... LOL</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">btw? i killed a cockroach; unconsciously yelling "</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">DIE! DIE! DIE!</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">" whilst i smashed it to bits with a rolled-up bunch of newspaper, much to my mother's shock and dismay.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">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 </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">sparing </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">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? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6FFF;">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.</span></div></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-4294575414495334402009-09-23T23:05:00.002+08:002009-09-24T00:11:08.118+08:00emerald.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">i'm not crazy</span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">i'm just a little unwell</span></div></i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">-------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">you know what i feel like doing?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">i feel like becoming a vegan.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">(please laugh?) LOL</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">well, not exactly.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">first off, i'm too lazy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">second, all the "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">oh-my-god</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">-, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">uhhhh</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">- and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">ahhhhhh</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">-inducing" foods of the world; i just cannot imagine a life without them. (yep, those were moans and groans of pure ecstasy)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">lastly, i'm lazy. (whoops, did i repeat that already?)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">this sudden (and temporary) impulse to convert to veganism overcame me when i was reading this book, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">skinny bastard</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">" 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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">still, i can go no further. if you want to know more, go </span><a href="http://www.veganoutreach.org/whyvegan/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FF99;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">veganism might not be an option now, but i'm not ruling it out in the future.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">for now, i think i might just consume less meat and drink soya milk instead of cow's milk.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">-------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#50C878;">once again, <i>i'm not crazy</i>.</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-68944519300175310662009-09-22T22:54:00.001+08:002009-09-22T23:01:13.754+08:00maya blue.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">something strange is happening.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">i am </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">beginning </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">can someone please tell me what the </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">hell</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"> fuck's going on here?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">on second thought, i'd rather not take that for granted.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">so much for self-comfort.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">they tried to make me go to rehab</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#73C2FB;">i said no, no, no</span></span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-49284928178188901182009-09-14T22:22:00.000+08:002009-09-15T01:12:10.568+08:00DOUCHEBAG.<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/8/3/7/2/30082738-30082743-slarge.jpg" /></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-54920584879685725122009-09-11T20:59:00.003+08:002009-09-11T21:33:15.924+08:00carrot orange.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">nothing much has happened this past week... although i </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">have </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">started driving my mini cooper around and to school. one thing i am very proud and happy about is the number of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">ooohs </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">ahhhhhs </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">the car gets when in school.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">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?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">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???)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">i'm gonna have to buck up.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">seriously!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">... but first, some hilarity.</span></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIG0kB9lOxo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIG0kB9lOxo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE38MxQLYwo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE38MxQLYwo&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ED9121;">HAHAHAHAHA.</span>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-75381638182305982762009-09-07T14:52:00.001+08:002009-09-07T14:56:04.352+08:00sunglow.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaw9LmdiW8JTEVP6btr8BFmZ-0RUS7CkTn0NjjJA_aySxKMoFMknkTAhvGfnecOZ9Qu-nSuh8Rhk9ouYNRS9K4xldh0ROGFpxWBLGP73P76tFCuj7TeHRDyAFA0v2sLrxORrhZkhbd6W5/s1600-h/IMG_6161+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaw9LmdiW8JTEVP6btr8BFmZ-0RUS7CkTn0NjjJA_aySxKMoFMknkTAhvGfnecOZ9Qu-nSuh8Rhk9ouYNRS9K4xldh0ROGFpxWBLGP73P76tFCuj7TeHRDyAFA0v2sLrxORrhZkhbd6W5/s400/IMG_6161+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378401118143874802" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">nope, it didnt rain.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">we were attacked, attacked by a huge army of mosquitoes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">all of us first congregated at mcdonald's.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEVdjLtTqbBvsAUnJxv3ce35lSc0TUU59LMd_QFq3XUggi0ccDFdPvvh2bJD1nz8qA9iPtvsBkvyDEvKgB1BA7gRamM0OoKcZaDWysBRbF9pyu9wejnALX_D7wIibqs2LF9Rhx1gygku5/s1600-h/IMG_6170+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEVdjLtTqbBvsAUnJxv3ce35lSc0TUU59LMd_QFq3XUggi0ccDFdPvvh2bJD1nz8qA9iPtvsBkvyDEvKgB1BA7gRamM0OoKcZaDWysBRbF9pyu9wejnALX_D7wIibqs2LF9Rhx1gygku5/s400/IMG_6170+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378402063463133426" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">first off, the climb up was treacherous.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">it was slippery. it was steep. there were carnivourous plants.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">second, it was supercalifragilisticexpialidociously - yes, it was so bad i require <b>adverb </b>help from mary poppins - humid and hot.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">we were sweating like pigs.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">thirdly, the mosquitoes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiawshzQlynXFqZS4tWpsdMzKxr6zN3kNQmk2EjHAB89xV8NLeBlx2fOJGqMYFhyRKa3wg5yUBjT7oKALWWSbXQJA2nfMyDrw2Q0mZiq6mn_A-e7PaUx61Xn8HgPXmF80DhCruDLLaUDP2/s1600-h/IMG_6173+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiawshzQlynXFqZS4tWpsdMzKxr6zN3kNQmk2EjHAB89xV8NLeBlx2fOJGqMYFhyRKa3wg5yUBjT7oKALWWSbXQJA2nfMyDrw2Q0mZiq6mn_A-e7PaUx61Xn8HgPXmF80DhCruDLLaUDP2/s400/IMG_6173+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378403108581052370" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">woooaaaaahh...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">shudders</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5WnLIwVcgJHUYJdnqxR71boxdm0weKBF2VCfLFJkyNaIXmRRzrCwm-huu34BQjf0FWExf97RK-6FDN8tC9UwJ3BV08K3Vaiy6WLLoQNpQMp1zBU43HxA9gTfB1fdd9zCp1sZvP9xCbct/s1600-h/IMG_6179+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5WnLIwVcgJHUYJdnqxR71boxdm0weKBF2VCfLFJkyNaIXmRRzrCwm-huu34BQjf0FWExf97RK-6FDN8tC9UwJ3BV08K3Vaiy6WLLoQNpQMp1zBU43HxA9gTfB1fdd9zCp1sZvP9xCbct/s400/IMG_6179+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378606549512148114" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">so we waited, waited and waited.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">we chatted, pretended to be hitchhikers, counted our mosquito bites, laughed like maniacs... simply, we went bananas.</span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4taEtc72R8McaawrdfGgV_stA4w0gLPLlUl2JeXeMFqAg-cgBfrDGuJLIVKuh6idPIUM6KvT5lyLcGijerJh8YEmqYcNQPuZbnrlYDl62b9aL0bEAAtV8XxUfnjQm6TNls-IKBmEN-GWp/s1600-h/IMG_6183+copy.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4taEtc72R8McaawrdfGgV_stA4w0gLPLlUl2JeXeMFqAg-cgBfrDGuJLIVKuh6idPIUM6KvT5lyLcGijerJh8YEmqYcNQPuZbnrlYDl62b9aL0bEAAtV8XxUfnjQm6TNls-IKBmEN-GWp/s400/IMG_6183+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378607119250014738" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">it was already 4.30pm when i finally got to go home.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">i was so tired. nonetheless, i was to met up with switching for dinner and cocktails at queensbay.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">cocktails, you say?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">switching said her cheeks burnt though.</span></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505794400970216182.post-76377190183918145622009-09-04T06:39:00.004+08:002009-09-05T00:48:26.941+08:00turquoise.<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/motaW0af4XE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/motaW0af4XE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">OH DEAR LORD.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">her eyes, how bewitching.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">and that slight cock in her eyebrow... whoooooo!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">i'm telling you, i'd definitely fumble too.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">-------</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">we went to the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">pulau tikus</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"> 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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">sigh.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">anyhoo, i went for a movie with switching yesterday. a fellow horror fan, we were actually planning to watch </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">orphan </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">the final destination</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"> back-to-back. unfortunately, they've stopped showing the former for no apparent reason.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">i waited 2 hours for switching to arrive. to pass the time, i read </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">lat </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">cartoons in mph.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">they had me guffawing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">aaaah, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">lat </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">is truly a great cartoonist.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">the movie? thumbs down, this time round.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">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.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">it wasnt that bad a day.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#08E8DE;">:)</span></div></div>gerald.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06425966766485396479noreply@blogger.com0