Discombobulate.

Okay. So maybe I didn't get abducted by the ISA. Yet.

But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. I have a perfectly good explanation for not blogging here. I'll let you know as soon as I think it up. Meh, it goes something like busy with studies (snerk), blah blah, blah, lazy. Maybe it's because it's WAY much easier to microblog on Tumblr than it is to write up a whole blog post. DEEFEEKULT!!

So anywho, perhaps the only reason I'm even bovvered enough to type this up is because I was awoken by snoring of a SUPERHUMAN level. I don't care if I'm being mean right now, I haven't gotten enough sleep, caused by said snoring, and have been awake since four-freaking o'clock. And if anyone even mentions that since I'm living in a hostel and allowances have to be made, please shove it. I would like to point out that I tried drowning out the noise with FOUR pillows WHILE wearing headphones. Even now, when there's a lull in the music I'm listening to, the snores come back to haunt me. And hey, I'm no stranger to snoring, mum and dad, the sister (though she will try to deny), the dog. Fatty doesn't though. He talks in his sleep. ("No thanks, I'll have the toast.") XD

Moving on...

Another thing that kinda caught my attention was a piece of advice someone gave me yesterday. It was about the fact that I was dieting for swimsuit season (GREECE BABY!), and also that I had been eating pretty much cabbage soup for the past two days. (Don't worry, I've stopped. And don't want to see cabbage for a VERY long time.) It was something along the lines of "if a guy likes you, he should like you for your personality and not what you look like". And somehow that kinda sorta ticked me off.

I mean, firstly, I wasn't trying to loose weight for some guy. That is EXACTLY the kind of mentality that kinda pisses me off. Every girl wants to look good so that she can get some guy, omg. And secondly, personality, really? That's all a guy looks for in a girl? Not an eentsy weentsy bit at all about how she looks? Really. I'm sure that's why the hobo look is all the rage right now with all the girls. It's not the fact that a book really IS judged by its cover most of the time, that really doesn't bother me one bit. But the amount of naivete. I know it's not supposed to tick me off but I really don't like that mode of thinking.

And I don't mean to be mean, why not be the best you can be, be the best version of yourself, and not physically, but emotionally, before even thinking of settling with one person for the rest of your life? And not settle for just whoever right now, while you're still in uni, and then just let yourself go? Plus, he's not even in the same country as you, let alone the same uni. And start planning your wedding and sucking up to the future mother-in-law. I mean really? That's just creepy. (And way creepier than creeper love, might I add, *Anila*.)

But really, I really don't mean ANY offense to all the couples who stay together all throughout their uni days and do make it. I do admire your perseverance. But then I'm just rambling over here, trying to entertain myself, over REALLY loud music.

*lull*

Goddammit, I still hear snoring D:< !!!

Kweest-chans.

Hola. What's that you say? You've forgotten who I am on account that I've been missing for months?
Well, meh. Would you be sitting here blogging if you'd just become the only child in the house? I didn't think so. And so with Buttmunch and Fatty, ( aka The siblings ) all the way in Auckland, I'm here at home with the house to myself. *rubs hands together gleefully*

So, aneewhay.... On a more serious note, about a month ago, mum gets a call. Her friend's husband and daughters were in an accident and she was in kl. So mum goes to Melaka GH, the husband is in surgery and the elder daughter's already too far gone. Luckily the younger one was pretty much alright. Mum comes home after the man's surgery, gives me a big hug and tells me not to do anything like that to her. The girl who died was my age. I probably did go to school with her at one point.

A few days later, an article is written about her. How she had generously donated her organs, full of life, her blog was called " Joie De Vivre".
It kinda got me thinking... When I die, what will be written about me? I'm not cheerful, I shun any contact with stupid people, hate little kids, and I think the country would be better run if we replaced the politicians with a bunch of rabid weasels wearing shiny hats.
It would take a phenomenal journalist to gloss over all those details and make it seem like the late Mira Philip was more cheerful than a host on one of those children's shows they air at those ungodly early hours of the day.

In other, less morbid news, I has a kweest-chan. Are any of us actually safe to voice our opinions on the internet, really? If you've been following the church burning news, the bad-people-catchers apprehended one of the arsonists because the idiot bragged about it on facebook. On facebook. Moving away from the face that this man is a colossal idiot, my question is, if one questions authority, how long till someone comes a'knocking to cart me off to ISA?

In other news, my Form 3 Science teacher, Mr Khoo, passed away a couple of days ago. He was an awesome teacher, and he hated vegetables. You can't get a teacher better than that. Bye, sir, you will be missed :( .

Hm. Methinks I should stop now, and watch some Top Gear before my sleepy time. The dulcet tones of JC, RH and JM shall lull me to sleep. Night.

Ps. If there isn't a post following this one soon, it's safe to assume that I've been bundled into a police car with a black bag over my face.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

M.A.D.

Question.

How much bad luck can a person really have in *one* day? The answer? A *freaking* lot. And every time someone utters the phrase "Don't worry, things can only get better from here on out." Things pretty much go downhill from there.... It's as if Sir Bad Luck is listening in for that phrase then he says, " I'm going to make things exponentially worse... Hooray!"





Let me illustrate:

Wake up early for class, leave early for class, and yet, we still get caught in an *hour* long traffic jam, Okay, not that bad... Then we get to the metro, and Kuzminki is notorious for sardine can situations especially in the mornings.... We have to let three trains pass by before there's enough place for us to squeeze in T.T
Okay. Still not so bad... By this time, we are *definitely* late for class. So we run out to the bus stop, and 'Hurrah!' there's a bus already waiting. So we jump in, and one station later, the damn BUS breaks down. I BS you not. So more running, yadayadayada, and we're only half an hour late... Not that bad, considering...
And to put the icing on the sweet, sweet bad luck cake, I wait four hours for my wonderful Pharmacology teacher to show up for my oral test, and of course, as the fates must have it, she doesn't show. Ergh.
*end rant*

But I must say that it's typical that when I actually make an effort to the right thing, the unseen forces decide to stick a foot out to trip me and let me fall on my face...

So why am I doing this again?

Oh, that's right, so I can make enough money to build a pool and then fill it with coke... I swear, some days, that's the only thing that keeps me going.

Say Queso!

Elo, elo, elo.
Fancy meeting you again, interwebs...
More like me actually *finally* being bothered enough to start stringing enough words together to form a whole blog post. Thing.





So what does one talk about after returning from a *reeealy* long hiatus? Meh, no idea, you tell me. How about complaining and whining? i do that exceptionally well apparently, according to sources who have already been killed/tortured for said remarks.






And sew, what is there to talk about...? Haven't been able to read anything new, (apart from medically related jazz), haven't been able to write anything new, and have just remembered that my novel-in-progress (all 28 pages) has been deleted due to the damn laptop going haywire. T.T The only reason why I haven't thrown it out of the window yet is because all my friends live in it... True story. Don't ask me to tell it to you sometime.






You know, as I look back on what I've typed here, I can't help thinking: "AMAHZING!!" (Yes, that's how it's spelt in my head.) "LHOOK AT HOW MUCH WORD THERE IS!!!1!"

Hooray!

Pics from Weheartit

Total Hotness Tuesday!

Halo all :D
So, I've decided to start this and will be updating on every upcoming Tuesday : The perfect antidote to all our weekday blues *drumroll* Pictures of hot guys...

Yeah, yeah, drooling over hotness is demeaning to men... blah, blah blah *tuning out*
I say, if boys get to ogle, then I'm entitled to my fair share :p

So here's the first installment, and who else to start the parade?
ZACHARY QUINTO!!!! aka Sylar, or Spock if you're a Trekkie...

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*ahem*

Enjoy ^^

Paranoia Vindicated aka. DAMMIT

Okay. That's it. I can't stand it anymore.. It's been a little over a day that I've been cut off from the internet, and the withdrawal symptoms are already kicking in... So I have now resorted to typing this on my phone.. OH! The depraved lengths I am prepared to go through!! AIEEEE!!!

Addictions aside, have you ever felt that your parents are way to WAY to paranoid? I am almost 100% sure that every kid would say YES!!! Unfortunately, I've just seen one of their paranoid precautions actually justified. Dammit.

This little rule, the three of us always hear when the whole family goes on trips... You see, the folks always take care to book two separate rooms while vacationing. Not one of those adjacent room things with the adjoining door. We, the kids, usually get the room down the hall, or even better; on another floor... Simply because,who the hell can stand all three of us together in close quarters... Hell, they get headaches when we're all in the car.

So, the rule is : When you leave the room, lock up all your stuff, either lock it up in the safe, or stuff it in your bag, then lock the combination... Now, none of us actually listens to this rule anyway? I mean, housekeeping is always too busy cleaning up the fallout zone we leave every morning. And we're the ones with the keys anyway, right? WRONG.

Fast forward to the three kids sitting bored at the concierge at the Royal Chulan, waiting for mum and dad to settle the extra room. (They had the free stay complimentary of the medical talk dad was attending. Bleh.) So the holdup was due to the fact that the counter woman had tried to charge 81 days of stay to mum's credit card. EIGHTY ONE. Because 81 is so easily confused with TWO.

So we get the card, go to our room and find other peoples stuff already in there.. So first fatty suggests that it's complimentary luggage, and we should look through these foreign bags to see if they were empty... Nope. They were full of stuff. OTHER people's stuff... So we call concierge, and, of course, they are astonished that they've double booked us. So they come up and check, and long story short, they shift us to another room. And as a an apology, they send up a fruit basket.

And the scary part is, the roles could have been reversed... Someone could have been looking through our stuff... Plus, that isn't even the worst part. The worse part is that mum and dad were right.(?!!)

So kids, the moral of the story is the parental units' paranoia is (sometimes) justifiable. And also, they will steal all the fruits from the fruit basket.

Wedding Dance

I just just just finished watching this on youtube....
Way unique, and I'm not joking when I say I want mine to be like this....
Warning to you then, future husband-to-be man.... Consider this a heads up...