Short One (:

Short update, in case you thought I was dead or something.

1. Finals are over, results were okay..
   
2. Talentime/talentine/talent time wasn't bad, but the results sucked. Seriously, are the judges remotely qualified for this thing or did they randomly pick the winners?
   
3. I'm officially addicted to MHA, go find out what that is.
   
4. I don't get why she keeps looking at me. Is there something you want?
   
5. Thanks for the ride home, Charmaine! It beats a smelly old bus any day of the millenium. Btw, I owe you a Filet O'Fish! (i hope you like filet o'fish!)
   
6. I realised that carrying home all your books on the last day is a DISASTROUS idea. Remind me not to do that.
   
7. Today was the last day of school. Finally get to sleep in on weekdays! (:

A very rare post

This is like... one post compared to like four in the private blog. Haha.


For the health conscious,

Worst pastry

Cinnabon Classic Cinnamon Roll
813 calories
32 g fat (5 g trans fat)
117 g carbs

Calorie equivalent: Seven bowls of Froot Loops

You wouldn't start your day with three brownies, would you? As far as your body knows, that's exactly what you’ll be doing if you wake up with this cinnamon-swirled disaster area. In fact, because Cinnabon offers no healthy alternatives, you'll have to invite friends (or enemies?) to share the risky roll, or steer clear of Cinnabon altogether.


Worst combo meal

McDonald's Deluxe Breakfast
1,360 calories
64 g fat (22 g saturated)
2,325 mg sodium
160 g carbs
49 g sugars

Saturated fat equivalent: 22 strips of bacon

With four vehicles for refined carbohydrates (biscuit, hash browns, hotcakes, syrup), this "deluxe" disaster will send your blood sugar soaring. Why blow nearly an entire day's calories under the arches, when a perfectly satisfying Egg McMuffin will save you more than 1,000 calories?

Eat this instead!

McDonald’s Egg McMuffin with coffee
310 calories
12 g fat (5 g saturated)
820 mg sodium
30 g carbs
3 g sugars



OMG right? There are more, but then they don't have those in Malaysia. And... the McD's deluxe thing is.. Well.. America's stuff. But I guess it's almost the same as Big Breakfast...

Assumptions

Oh, btw, Assumption is a school in Canada. Yes, Emilie, I did go to the site of your school. It has sister/brother schools! (: Overcrowded ones too!


This is really becoming a rant blog (someone actually spelled that as rent.. ha haha ha!)


OK, so there's this cave trip. And the whole of Sigma is going. So Theta Bio students are going too. Except me. And Winston. His dad doesn't allow it.


If I tell you I fucking have problems, I HAVE FUCKING PROBLEMS. Whose body is this? MINE. Who knows my body best? ME. SO why the fuck are you fucking arguing over whether or not I am fit enough for the trip?


Maybe fit isn't the right word. And just because I skate doesn't mean I'm the fittest person in the world (again, maybe fit isn't the word). Everyone has problems. And that includes me. NO-ONE is perfect and no-one is no-one, because everyone is someone.


So that means EVERYONE IS IMPERFECT. Some way or the other, whether it's that they're not book smart, or they've got 1000 diseases, or they're mentally ill, EVERYONE HAS IMPERFECTIONS. You can't have everything.


The reason some people skate is TO GET FIT. Ever thought of that? Not all skaters are "fit". Not every skater has the best lungs/heart in the world.


So what, if I'm too embarrassed to tell the whole world that every time I over-work myself, I can't breathe? So what, if I get dizzy? So what, if when I try to take a huge breath (more oxygen..), my chest hurts? Well, now the whole world knows, are you fucking happy now??


What right do any of you have to argue that just because I'm a skater, I can climb 100stairs or crawl for 2hours in a frigging cave? And "unfit" isn't an excuse, it's a reason. There's a difference. GOOGLE it.


If I wanted to give an excuse, it would've sounded something like this: "Oh, I'm allergic to guano" or "My finger is broken" or "I have bad experience with caves" OR "I predict I'm going to fucking sprain my ankle on Monday".


If it's soooooooo fucking unbelievable, why don't you come one Saturday, to the rink at SunwayPyramid at 9am and WATCH ME. Just fucking stand there and WATCH ME. I don't think I need to explain further. You just need to see it yourself. AND AND, if you're really lucky, my coach will be in a bad mood and keep asking me to do EVERYTHING NON-STOP. Maybe then you'll get the proof you want so much.


Just because you can't wriggle your way out of this trip out of possible cowardliness doesn't mean you have to -try to- spoil it for me. You failed anyway. I'm not going. Next time just shutthefuckup instead of trying to be such a *insertwordhere*.


I mean, why do you have to try to make her make me go? I'm not giving in and nothing you say or do can change that. Damn you really pissed me off when you kept saying ______ (which I shall not say).


Ergh. Tak tahan betul. You're going, I'm not, DEAL WITH IT. Have FUN with your wall of cockroaches!

the idiots are taking over.

Stoopid!

Get off that cake! -I dropped my pencil.


That was random. I am currently annoyed with Xanga blogs, because they can't show on my comp. Actually they can but it takes so bloody long I can't be bothered. And I only know one person with a Xanga blog. It's not you, it's technology!


Today was boring. Have like 3857230597236478956 mind maps to do for Chem.


At least tomorrow's a holiday and I can do stuff. Like homework, and PACK for Melaka. Which makes me really stoked. (: From here on it's gonna be a rant.


Everytime someone ticks me off, all these evil evil thoughts begin to flood my head. And frankly, I was quite surprised when certain thoughts just floated in and well.. they were quite true. I wanted to laugh.


What kind of world do we live in? OK, hyperbole. What kind of generation am I in? People who overreact *cough*, people who do Hitler thingys in class, people who spit Pepsi while laughing, people who DIG INTO PEOPLE'S BAGS FOR FOOD.


I mean, come on, what the hell happened to privacy?? And respect for other people's privacy? How would you like it if I went to your house and dug through your closet and all your personal belongings?


And honestly honestly, if I don't want to share anything with anyone, although it's the neighbourly thing to do, I really believe it's MY choice. I mean, you don't get to tell me that I HAVE to share my chocolate covered raisins. (sorry fasting people. hope you're not reading this between sunrise and sunset)


If I want to share, I'll share. If I don't, I don't. Calling me selfish isn't gonna change anything. And I so hate it when people take my things without telling me. Go ahead, ask my brother. He'll agree to that like he'll agree that the sky is blue (on sunny days).


It's my right whether or not I wanna share. But not telling me that you've taken something that's mine really really really becomes the last straw (certain people are exceptions).


OH OH you know what leads up to taking something of mine without telling me? DIGGING through my stuff. Splitting wide open my bag and sticking your head inside like it smells of strawberries. And getting caught at it too.


And THEN coming up with an excuse, trying to make it sound... innocent. Well, whatever excuse you give isn't good enough cause in fact, you shouldn't even be looking through my stuff.


You know what? It makes me wanna beat the living daylights out of you. I can take you any day, honey. ANY DAY OF THE YEAR (a year has more days than a week!).


If you're hungry, go conjure food out of thin air or something, because my bag is not a fucking cafeteria. && what makes you so sure that even if you'd found something to eat, I'd let you have even a single pinch? Yes, I'm selfish that way. Deal with it.


THANK GOD tomorrow is a holiday. I really need more sleep.

caught up in your life,
excuses are so lame.

FINALLY!! (:

It hasn't been long, but the searching for layouts has been KILLING me. So. Here it is. Finally, pretty much ready for anyone to see...

http://whatevershiisays.blogspot.com

OK, I know I'm not good with URLs, but hey, you gotta admit, it ain't half bad.


OH WAIT!!! Don't click yet! You might've already done that by now. Errmmm. You can't go in cause I haven't added anyone. And I don't plan to unless anyone asks me to so yeah.


I'll still post here occasionally, but not as often as there, cause.. privacy is totally awesome. (:

the strike of a match,
a candle burning at both ends.

Fancy...

It's kinda weird now, seeing more Ontario and Qatar on the Feedjit thing. Hmm. I kinda miss the whole Malaysian flag thing.


Isn't it weird, like.. when you think about it, only then does it bother you. It doesn't matter when it's not clouding your thoughts. It's like they say, out of sight, out of mind. I find that VERY true, honestly.


I've noticed that while a certain person was still there, within the same country, same state, same school, even, that that person would be.. thought about, discussed.. But once the person's gone, he/she is pretty much forgotten. Or rather just absent from the current passing of thoughts.


It's not voluntary, the mind just does it. Subconsciously. And the moment you think that you shouldn't/don't want to think about that person, you are already thinking of that person. Yes, I have tried that before. It's odd.


So, I was thinking, they're not around, but it's like.. whatever is in the moment -MY moment, MY area, MY surroundings- is just everything that I'm thinking about. Does that make sense?


And only when I want to think, wonder what's going on where other people are that it crosses my mind. Ergh. I'm starting to lose it, huh?


Anyway, the teacher went mad and started to give us 3489570239856 homeworks for chem. Hmm. Something I can't really post here, due to the numerous number of people who are not supposed to read people-like-me's blogs, but do it anyway. Lifeless monkeys.


I still want my music box. And my fancy notebook. Fork it over guys.

P/S: drop dead gorgeous? overstatement much? even uglier than Kraken-sucked-his-face-guy would be an understatement of you. but then again, who am i to judge?
(someone who judges, that's who!)

but then she went insane,

she couldn't take the fame.

Pfft.

Blogger's being a bitch and won't let me upload a new template. Argh.


You MAY have noticed that I deleted the last two posts before the one before this. Or not. You'll find out why as soon as blogger stops being a bitch! And whoever already knows, put a lid on it!


I can't believe it. Emilie's probably ALMOST in Canada right now. How nice it would be to be in her shoes for just a couple of minutes. I've never been to Canada! ):


We ate at Subway! And who knew that Mister Potato had a new flavour: Sour-cream and smoked turkey. Hmm. I thought it was Sour cream and onion. Oh well. It was okay.


While browsing in MPH, I realised something that was totally obvious to me since.. a really long time ago, but I never really acknowledged it. I have a fetish for NOTEBOOKS. And, I'm very particular about them too. The paper has to be like.. really quality paper, not like thin, lousy paper.


And notebooks are really awsm. I want that RM30 notebook I saw. Remember, Krystal? OH YEAH. Speaking of that....


We were at In-Q-box (next to S&J in Pyramid), and we saw these musical box thingys. It was really really cool! It's like.. you turn the little thingy and it plays music! Haha. I'm so jakun right now. But seriously.


I told Krystal I'd put this list here *hint hint*, the songs that I want:

1. La vie en Rose
2. Yesterday
3. Swan Lake
4. Pink Panther
5. Love Story
6. Moon River

And Krystal's list:

1. Beauty and the Beast
2. A Whole New World

I THINK that's her list. I know she really wants No.1! (: Don't worry, I remember our pact. *wink*. It's gonna cost me a bomb man! Like RM50 altogether. And that's for THREE people. Actually, that's not so bad a deal. Hmm.

Maybe we can add more people. Erh. Dunno la.

everyone asked me, who the hell is she?
that weirdo with five colours in her hair. (:

Sooooo......

THAT'S how you wanna play. Alright, two can play at this game.


This game is called LYING. Yup. Let's just see how many people we can lie to. Well, I find it unfair that you got a headstart so maybe I'll kick it up a notch.


OK, first, we were walking around and visited two specific shops. For the sake of the lie, I'll say we visited EVERY DAMN SHOP. And one of them happens to be Famous Amos. Is this ringing a bell yet?


THEN while we were at one of the shops, you requested to see something of mine. So I let you. And fast forward to shop number two, where I bought 345907823014958720394857KG of cookies.


On the way back to where we came from, we saw a flying purple unicorn with a pink mane! And sitting on it was a fucking FAIRY with blue wings and blond hair. She was carrying a talking guinea pig that was in love with Spongebob.


Then we HOPPED back on one foot. I even did the Zohan dance on the way back. So finally, after some crazy ass dancing, I realise something of mine is missing. Hmm. I ASK you with my telepathy, where is it?


OK, some rather rash words were exchanged. THEN you jumped so high, you made a hole in the roof. And BOOM Santa Claus fell in! Without his reindeer, of course. They would've made a real mess. And Santa said HA HA HA (he's not allowed to say ho ho ho anymore)


So, when the opportunity presented itself, I rolled up the stairs, across the mall and backtracked where we had been. In the first shop, I found my missing item. Finally, my magic axe I got from Jack who cut down the Beanstalk is back in my hands!


I create a Thunderstorm in the shopping mall with loads of big heavy black clouds and rain and thunder and lightning and fly back (think Storm from X-Men) to the place I was sitting at.

THE END.


How's THAT for a fucking LIE? Go ahead, lie to every damn person you know. Tell them what a bitch I am. Tell them that you're right, and I'm wrong. Because that's it, isn't it? I'm ALWAYS wrong. You're ALWAYS right.


So now, let's take out the flying unicorn and rolling and Zohan dancing. Take out Santa Claus and the millions of cookies. Let's look at what REALLY happened. And you'd got to have some nerves to say I'm lying now. Some real big nerves. And for your sake, I won't mention your name. I'm not like that.


So we're at Rocco, and then you want to go see some thing at some stall. OK, I follow you. We get there and while waiting for something, you wanna see my book. OK, I let you. Fast forward to the 2nd shop, FamousAmos. I buy some cookies. We go back to Rocco.


It's not long before I notice my book's gone, so I ask you where it is and this heated conversation over some really loud music starts. AND I DON'T WANNA TALK TO YOU ANYMORE**. THEN, when there was a chance, I went back to FamousAmos and then the stall.


I found my book. (yes, that's the happy part of the story). And I storm back like the very angry person I was.

And that's what REALLY happened.

I don't know what you've been telling everyone, but I heard it's something like... You giving me back the book before leaving. BULL-fucking-SHIT. I mean, come on! That is like a 180-degree turn! (doesnt sound like much, but 360 would bring you back to where you were before)


**It's not so much who left the book there. It's more of the way you implied that I left it there. Sure, I did. But why'd you have to scold me as though I left your baby sister there or something? It's not even YOUR book.


If I left your RM1500 watch there, go ahead, cut my head off. Rip me to shreds and burn me. Stab me in the stomach and let my guts spill out. But it's MY book. You didn't have to talk to me like nothing in the world could be your fault.


You didn't even PAUSE to consider for ONE BLOODY MOMENT that you could've left it there. NOT ONE MOMENT. Not one millisecond. Not a fraction of a millisecond. You just had to say it like "YOU LEFT IT THERE".


Yeah, because in YOUR mind, it HAS to be MY fault, right? You could've at least said something like "I think you left it there". Yes, it still implies that I left it there. But in a more friendly, you-might-not-have-left-it-there-but-i'm-just-guessing way.


And, to top it all off, you didn't even offer something like "let's go up and look for it" or "why don't we go look for it?". Instead you just stand there like you've got nothing to do.


And you're thinking/saying you have a right to be angry at me. Go ahead, think that, say that, in fact, SCREAM IT until your lungs give out. Like I give a flying fuck. You can lie to the world, and I'll still know the truth.


You might as well tell them that unicorn and Santa thing while you're at it. Make everyone antagonize me. Cause in the end, you're only lying to yourself.

& if your words are true or not,
i'm done trying to prove them.

It's Been Long....

Haven't been here in like forever.


Anyway, I went to the Avril concert. And it was a blast. I only wish it could've been longer, but then... it was about 1hour and 15mins, is that long? I dunno. We had to take the KTM, and then the monorail (nadine asked if monorails had traffic jam!). On the way back, we were stuck at KL Central because the KTM had shut down or something like that.


While waiting for a cab, my brother was in line, and Nadine and I were sitting on the bench. Then this weird Malay dude came and squatted (no, really) in front of us. He was facing our right.


Dude: (to Nadine) Hey, you were at the evril levin (how he pronounced it) concert, right?
Nadine: Yeah.....
D: I saw you there.
N: *smiles just to be polite*
D: I actually don't like evril. I just got free ticket so I went.
N: .... ..... Okay.....
D: I was waiting for *bla bla bla, something in Malay accent*
N: *creeped out, walks away*
D turns to look at me.
Me: *thinking, oh shit* *creeped out, walks away*


Ergh. Weirdo. Who does that, anyway? What a freak.


The next morning, we went to Ipoh. It was a pretty cool trip. Stopped at my grandma's house, and she insisted on taking us for lunch, and tried to persuade us to stay in her house instead of the hotel we already booked.


We went for... Kuey Teow. It was pretty good, but not as good as the other one we ate the next day. Then we had ABC, and some of them had cendol. Some funky cendol, apparently. Not funky like groovy, but funky like weird.


We got lost on the way to the hotel, which isn't a surprise. It was an orange+blue+white hotel. Yeah, who did they call for the paint job? And colour coordination? I mean.. COME ON.


Anyway, it was a pretty big room, since it was the family room. But not like 5-star or anything. Maybe 3 star. The bathroom was huge. And it had a bathtub! (you know that means I'm gonna stay in there forever)


There were 2 double beds, I couldn't tell if it was King or Queen sized. Then they gave us 2 extra mattresses. Fortunately for me, I only slept on the bed. Because... at first I was supposed to share the big bed with my 2 cousins, but one of them took half the bed and so I took the other half, and then my other cousin couldn't sleep there. So he slept on the floor.


Then the second night, I slept on the big bed because I had to snap it up before anyone else did. :P And also because my aunt said I should.


Dinner on the first night was.. something called Tauge Ayam. Which is basically bean sprouts and white chicken. It was good. The next morning we ate at this really scarily dirty looking market, the 3rd floor. The porridge I ate was good, but there was this CheeCheongFun which... and I quote "tastes like shit". *shrug*


The first day we stayed in the hotel and rested, yada yada yada. 2nd day we went to visit cave-temples. There was one with a lot of monkeys on a roof with barb wire. Ouch. My brother tried to feed the monkey an RM1 note, but it dropped it and ran away. Kirks had to carry him to get it back.


I lit a candle shaped like a lotus! (: We had to buy it, but I didn't pay for it. I wanted the jade pendant though. Then we climbed like 238570329457263408576 steps up just for the view and a wet cave. Ergh. Waste of time and energy! Add that to the scorching hot Ipoh weather.


And it was so bloody dark, ZERO lights. And no railings. What is this, an accidental suicide climb? Are they trying to kill us or what? Going down was worse. Sigh. All for some dumb view. Oh well. Experience.


Then we went to another bigger, prettier cave-temple. This one had like loads of flowers. And then there was the big park at the back. There was this stone shaped like a frog! And a big shiny guy. Sorry, I'm not really knowledgeable when it comes to Buddhist stuff. And there were stalactites.


We had YongTauFu for lunch. Or at least, I did, and a few others. It was good (: And if you've not tried YewCharKoay+Fishball, seriously, try it. It is AWSM. Went for the wedding dinner and the food was good, but the waitress was such a weirdo!


She kept taking ice from the ice bucket WITH HER HANDS and eating them. And one time, she picked it up, then put it back. Like OMGWTFEWWWWWWWW!!!


Then this other waitress kept refilling my drink! Like... in Harry Potter when McGonagall's plate of sandwiches kept refilling itself. The irony of the dinner was: at the bride&groom's table, they drank chinese tea out of wine glasses, and we drank wine out of chinese tea glasses.


Sebastian had 5 drinks that night: Coke, brandy, whiskey (Henessy XO! which the bride's father generously poured for everyone), wine and beer. What a nutcase. And she never refilled my wine! Fine la, my Sprite you refill 235873029845709238465 times, and my wine 0times!


Hmm. The bride+groom's table gave us some of their leftovers. Like the piglet, and the prawns. You should've seen their prawns compared to ours! They were HUGE. I snapped em up. And since Pevin was offering prawn peeling service *shrug*, I told him he could have half if he peeled it. Haha. He peeled it, but didn't want half.


Oh yeah. Funny story: I took a sip of brandy and my oesophagus was on fire. Ok, start laughing. Ergh.


I got hyper when we got back to the hotel. And disturbed Sebastian. OH OH we watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Uncensored, much better. I like the part when the British guy was looking for his slipper(which i forgot exactly what he said, but i'll get it soon).


FSM quotes:
Kunu: Oh the weather outside is weather!

Kunu: When life gives you lemons... I say "fuck the lemons" and bail.

Darald: God put our mouths on our head for a reason. No!

Darald: She's complicated like the DaVinci code, ya know but harder to crack.

Matthew: I have a question for you real quick. What did you think of my demo? Did you get it?
Aldous Snow: I was gonna listen to that, but then, um, I just carried on living my life.

Brian: You don't need to put your P in a V right now.
Peter: No, I need to B my L on someone's T's.

Peter: You shall not pass!

Kunu: I once saw him beat a guy up with a starfish!
Peter: That's ridiculous.
Kunu: That guy was me.

GagMeGirl: Hi.
Peter: Hi.
GMG: Hi.
Peter: Hi.
GMG: Hi.
Peter: Can you stop doing that?
GMG: Do you want to gag me?
Peter: You brought a gag?
GMG: Yeah, and handcuffs. So do you wanna gag me?
Peter: Well, I kinda want to now.

Sarah Marshall: hate your music.
Aldous Snow: Yeah well, I fucked the housekeeper the other day.


And I watched DaneCook's Insomniac. Heehee. Where's the handle? (:


Apparently, on the 2nd day, we missed some out of this world dim sum. Sheet. ): Ate at the same YongTauFu place, but this time I had KueyTeow. It was awsm. Er. Their sugarcane is nice (: Then we went home. Stopped at Tapah on the way back.


That's pretty much it.

Happy birthday Krystal & Kim!! (:

Oh, and I'm gonna lock my blog soon, probably by end of Sept, so.. if you want me to add your email, MSN me or leave a comment. (: Otherwise, you won't be able to see whatever I put up here. Pictures coming soon btw.

chocolate microscopes.

Ergh.

Prank call me in the morning and ask for Pizza Hut why don't you...


Funny story though. A phone call woke me up at.. 12.20pm (okay, maybe not the morning anymore) and there was this chinese-y voice (it sounded like a chinese person)... And I had to croak because my voice hadn't woken up yet...


Voice: Hello, is this Pizza Hut?
Me: No...
V: Oh.. okay.. Sorry...
*hangs up*


And just when I thought I could go back to sleep...


Voice: Hi, who's this?
Me: YOU called me.....
V: Oh. Sorry. Who's this?
Me: YOU are the one who called me...............
*at this part there are some random excited mumblings and i hear my name then the line goes dead*


You'd think, they'd leave me alone... But nooooooo.... This time the call is from Elaine's number.


(Different) Voice: Hi Abigail.
Me: Hi...
V: Do you know who this is?
Me: Mmmm....
V: It's JULIAN la! Hahahahahahahahahaha!
*here I'm thinking my brother? isnt he like in the next room??? when I realise it's the OTHER julian*
Me: Oh.. Hi....
J: What you doing?
Me: Sleeping!
*another voice comes on*
V: Hi!
Me: Who's this?
V: Joyi la!
*again, trying to remember who a Jo-yi is*
Me: Okay. Hi....


I can't really remember what happened after that, but there was something about Elaine screaming that she was running out of credit. Is Lumut that boring that they have to make prank calls to sleeping people? Kidding. Must be fun, huh? (sounds muddy)


I lost track of time just reading BreakingDawn. The story is getting really weird. But exciting weird, not the other kinda weird. OK, maybe ALL KINDS OF WEIRD. Seriously. Beyond weird. Who would've thought anything like this would've happened? TOO weird.


OH I just managed to uncover what the firstest paragraph on the back of the book means. It makes sense now. Lots of sense. (: Imma keep reading. BUT I'm so tempted to turn to the back and find out!

P/S: The Jacob book SUCKS! I hope there's an Edward book.

nobody knows how they might end up,
nobody knows.