>> Sunday, 30 September 2007

Currently listening to: Fei Niao - Fan Bing Bing

Joanne dearest sent me a letter! Her handwriting changed leaned towards left, bigger, and, uh, weird. Lol.

Joanne luv kookie! (Dunno what it means!)

Joanne wanna start the 4-person blog we talked about last year! "Feel more connected".

So, how's life? Miss Librarian duty?? Miss Nigel? LOL =) Oops, I forgot, that's Wan Ying's...

2007 Belated Birthday Wishlist (Syok sendiri la)
» Cellphone with radio service (cam, web, bluetooth, GPRS blablabla is unnecessary)
» CD player
» Chuu Khai's cam =D
» Turtles Can Fly
» Dreams of Water
» The Feelings - Twelve Stops and Homes (Does Malaysia sell this?)
» New, DECENT stamp album (The current one is handicapped.)
» Apple necklace(s) from Miss Selfridge (Juicy. Delicious. Yummy! *drool*)

You know there's this book reviewed in The Star, Paul Auster's Travels in the Scriptorium, which seems very difficult to understand.
Ooh, I like.

André Brink's The Orgasm Book Before I Forget is very influential. And historic. He talks about apartheid is South Africa (there are even laws about coloured people cannot vote no mix marriages and stuff), about South Africans "not necessarily pro-German but ferociously anti-British" in WWI I think. Influential cuz I seemed to think about sex whenever I write. GOSH. But that doesn't say anything about me saying that Western pop is shallow!

André Brink, author of The Orgasm Book Before I Forget
He's like 70+ year old now omg imagine him doing all those stuff while he was younger... *cough*

Actually Afrikaans is a little like Malay, a little like English. HAHA skool in English is school HAHA.

Mommy says I can go to Cake Sense and work part-time! CAKE.

Chasing Cars's lyrics (Jo: OMG! Zee you finally love alternative rock) is almost similar to Raining on Sunday. But less metaphoric and symbolic. And I love metaphoric and symbolic lyrics because I don't understand at all and I love it for being vague (veig, not va-giu) and ambiguous and visual!
The lyrics is something about work and stress and pressure which is threatening their love to uh fall apart and he wishes it will rain on Sunday so that they could hide under the covers and let everything come by itself on Monday.
Your love is like religion, a cross in Mexico
And your kiss is like the innocence of a prayer nailed to a door
Surrender is much sweeter when we both let it go
Let the water wash our bodies clean and love wash our souls
(Jo: Zeeeee!!! The lyrics is nice but how can you say alternative rock is shallow??!!! T_______T)
I mean the lyrics are shallow la, not the music. I'm not a music expert I don't know about childish music. (Are kiddies songs childish?)
(I can't believe we're experimenting emoticons with Google chat HAHA)

There's such a sweet story behind my love for apples! I shall write it into a story =)


Happening photos

>> Friday, 28 September 2007

Currently listening to: Only You - Ayo

School-less day.
Yesterday recess went all over the school (counselling room, pejabat and library only la) for certifying but the morning session teachers all wanted original copies.
And then that afternoon I brought everything to school to let Pn. Ruth the omg-so-nice!-left-handed penyelia petang and she didn't even bother to check all the documents o_O
Got all so sweaty. Bleahh.

Yay, finally I've transferred the photos into the comp.
Ooh, Photobucket's Bulk Uploader is so useful, though slow in my comp, but very useful! Love it la. Save me lots of clickings.

Famine 30: Shrinkened photos, not gonna post everything in this post, so, yeah.

Group 10! Jo 'discovered' a triangle in the group - Kenny (the only guy) likes Gun third from right, lemon leader Kah Peng likes Kenny LOL. I think there's nothing la, but I do discovered something, after a few weeks the camp ;) Horrrrr, Jo~~~

Miss Kah "Lemon" Peng and the 16-year-old pageants. I mean, 17. Jo tried to act either b*tchy or pageant-y lol.

Jo's favourite body part of the days.

Jo loves her polished nails. Waning's Fleming's Rap. Win Zee's conclusion: The first rappers are physicist. Or Mr. Fleming.

OMG! Some guy from UPM/UKM/UM proposed to her! Win Zee is busy body.

Zee's mini birthday celebration @ La Manila: same as above.

Banana and choc cake, OMG.

Eating her (surprisingly thin and hole-y) 2nd soulmate. Yummy. Waning say this looks like a frog. See the charm bracelet? Sher Min gave it to me! I LURRRRVE charm bracelet. And I suddenly have I-dunno-how-many second true loves in a day lol.

Jo killing the cake. Cake Protection Act 2007!


Went to buy Durian Mousse cake in Cake Sense. The guy asked, 'how many candles?' I answered, '17.' No, wait, that sounds weird... 'No, no, no! 16.'
I wanna work in Cake Sense! I mean, all the cakes...

Esther dearest called! xD

And I had an extremely sweet dream yesterday afternoon during the 2 hours deadly nap. Not as extreme as Jo's la. I was shi zhi jin kou-ing with some guy. Maybe I know him, maybe I've seen him, dunno la. But looks very familiar.
Fair, wear specs, speaks Chinese I think, 170cm++ in height, looks very intellectual, a little athletic, have a smile like Mah Jun Xiang's (HAHA I can't believe I still remember him; I don't and didn't like him la! He just look cute xP) or our Malaysian astronaut, the Dr. Dentist. HANDSOME SEXY SMILE. Shy.
So Mr. Handsome Sexy Smile/HSS is definitely not V. Mun Kit (more intellectual and a little more athletic), definitely not MJX (shorter), definitely not Dr. Dentist la of course.

So I was walking in some old building alone. I think it's like some sort of camp cuz it seems that all of us were wearing the same white Polo T-shirt. The building was a little crumpled. And then I saw HSS. Dunno whether I talked to him or not, and then I took his arm/hand. Then my hand slid to his and I/he held his/my hand. Like this:

Then I felt a little uncomfortable, so I ended up shi zhi jin kou-ing (ah, it's called Intertwined Fingers Hand Hold) with him. (In reality I really feel more comfortable holding hands like his.) Like this:

I think he put my hand on my waist. I wanted to put mine on his, cuz the free hand seems very disturbing but didn't, forgot why. (Later thinking about it how can we actually put our hands on each other's waist when we're already holding hands? o_O)
I have no amorous (LOL) intentions la! Maybe I was scared or sth and I felt secured with him? Dunno, it was so warm and sweet! I knew he liked me. He seemed shocked when I held his hand like that - he didn't show it, I just knew - and then he liked me LOL. Then I entered an old toilet cuz I thought maybe there would be a stairs that would lead to somewhere. Hmm. We were still holding hands. I touched the ceiling but no stairs. And then that instant I knew - he made no actions btw - that he wanted to close the door and kiss me and ahem make love but I knew he didn't/won't dare to do it to me because he's shy. Awwww.
And then we went out. End of dream cuz mom woke me up -__-;;

You see ah, whenever I dreamed of sex (okay only twice) it NEVER involves anything physical. As in I knew the guy would want to have sex but ended up never have one. Or we had sex but it's like the next day already and I don't know what happened but just that we had sex.

(OMG I just degraded myself into a non-virgin. I'm uhh dreamily not a virgin LOL.)

Strangely, I've never dreamed of being kissed. I mean me, never being kissed in dream, but SOMEBODY ELSE was kissed, so passionately, in class, and other people seemed to be ignoring them. Horrrr. I felt so malu in the dream cuz I dunno where to look lol.

(Btw, go google 'holding hands', seriously nice pics! xD)


For Nurin.

>> Saturday, 22 September 2007

So I'm blogging but lazy to transfer my photos into the comp so sorry la Jo no photos haha.

He IT must be watching the news and laugh.
I couldn't help but to cry. Out of anger, sadness, disappointment, and maybe a little fear.
Anger, because there's someone out there who is that insane to treat a girl like that!
Sadness, because now all hopes are gone. And she died. Like that. In a cruel way.
Disappointment, because the world is insane.
Fear, because, you know.
And now being alone in the house, at night, just scares me.
(Btw, Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend is really catchy - Hey, hey, you, you, I wanna be your girlfriend - but really stupid)
And whenever I saw ads on the newspapers I just thought, how can you be so happy, smiling, when Nurin died? A really selfish thought, I know, but I can't help but to think like that!
And, almost 24/7, I'll think of her cruel death and all the tears her family and relatives and friends cried for her, and I just couldn't help but to shiver out of fear and cry.
The day before Nurin's father accepted the fact that the dead girl is Nurin, there's this news in The Star that says Iran Attack Israel and I started cursing. Wtf stupid war whores do you know how many people are suffering in your country and now you still want a war you crazy ah is blood that nice to pour do you want your people to be suffer and being tortured HAVE YOU EVER BEEN A RAKYAT BEFORE?
The world. Insane.
God. Please flood the whole world and get a Chosen One to start the world again.
And again.
And again.
And again...
The world is made up of people. Human. Us. Why can't the adults be more considerate and more tolerant and more mature and more responsible? Weren't they children before? Shouldn't they know that all we want is a peaceful, happy and fun place to grow up, to put on make-up dresses heels ties leather shoes slacks gel hair mousse shaving cream perfume cologne,
to enjoy the world as portrays on soapy dramas?
Maybe they gone through SUBLIMATION. Maybe the moment they were born, they immediately turned from foetus to an adult, so they don't know.

Anyways yesterday I was drawing stick figures for the WWI. Childish people.

Oh, yeah, Waning and Jo finally got to see me emo.

They should have a female in the uh what do you call them Persatuan Law Enforcing. Because only a female knows clearly about rapes, the aftermath.
A girl's pride is important, so important that they are willing to commit suicide to savour their innocence and purity.
That's what Kadife said in Snow.
DEAD SENTENCE FOR RAPISTS. Pancung their heads gantung them shoot them tikam them drown them dissect them alive torture them do whatever to MAKE THEM DIE.
I'll go to hell. As long as they're in hell, I'm satisfied.


All stuffs

>> Friday, 14 September 2007

Tomorrow, we're gonna STARVE.
Good luck to us!
An early HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my bro, even though you poured cold water on my head yesterday and we never seemed to stop arguing over little things like the TV and me being so noisy on the piano xD
Results SUX SUX SUX. I'm already immune to it already. I'm hopeless.
I just amused myself during 20 minutes after I finished my Physics 3 - I just did palmistry. The first one was that my partner is a Golden Retriever called nametobedecidedlater, and we have 6 children CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. xD Totally amusing HAHA.

High School Musical 2

More musical and have more songs, more pop-ish and more B*ITCHY JUST LOOK AT PARIS HILTON SHARPAY OMGGG CANNOT STAND HER LA. I love Vanessa's dress when she was singing Everyday with Troy! And I loooove Gotta Go My Own Way! Especially the duet part xD and All For One and What Time Is It?
Btw, did you see Miley Cyrus at the end of the movie? xD

Cute piano. "Yes, worship me, people. I'm your QUEEN."

You Are The Music In Me

Summer shower. Awwww.

Main casts.


Random updates.

>> Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Currently listening to: The More I See You - Michael Bublé

Maths was easy but it took so much time I don't know why.
I always love Biology essays. Cuz that was the only thing I know how to do LOL.
Baby blog is 3 years old!
911 event has been gone for how long, 5 or 6 years?
I love discussing about "serious" matters cuz it makes me feel mature HAHA.
I've decided. Some time after SPM, I'm gonna buy a tape to learn Italian. HAHA.
Just to wish bloggy 'happy birthday' xD

Sharing is caring. MUST CLICK for gerak gempur peepz! xD


Oh look.

>> Saturday, 8 September 2007

Another 'I'm hot for you today' person.
Another cock.
Another will to be a nun. Or Old Virgin.
Another nice British band! (Somehow I've been listening to so many British singers/bands. Okay la a few only LOL. I couldn't download The Feeling's Twelve Stops and Homes album.)
Bruno Sanfilippo's music is sooo nice! So ethereal, so spiritual, so... HYPNOTIZING OMG THIS IS SCARIER (and nicer sounding) THAN GLOOMY SUNDAY. Check out his profile in! x3
Icelandic is weird.
I want a world map and an Amazon account and buy all the weird CDs I saw in
Dark music scares me A LOT. But I couldn't find the phobia in Darkmelophobia HAHA. Maybe I have Japanophobia. I'm VERY afraid of the Japan flag. And I did NOT made that term up. I would make up Japanflagophobia HAHA.
Just a pretty random update again. I bet you all must be bored.
I just love shuffle mode. You'll never know what to expect. Shuffle = a chocolate box.



>> Friday, 7 September 2007

Anyways I'm supposed to get going now but what the heck blogging is so addicting.

I'll TRY to keep my posts short and simple. I feel so fed up reading my old posts that I don't even want to read at all LOL.


People cheat in class. Some more so high-tech and I have to just look away cuz I just cant bear to see. (HAHA)
D.H. Lawrence's Piano is so nice! His poems are always nice but I never can understand poetry haha. I'm more of a not-so-British. Brits like to show off their English by using loooooong sentence and difficult words you're not supposed to know in your lifetime eg. bourgeois which means of a middle-class society and sangfroid which means calm or lack of excitement during dangerous or exciting situations. And you read as bue-zhwa and sang-frwa respectively.
Yes, these are the words you're not supposed to know in your lifetime. Don't you think so?! They must be French.

Daddy might come back during Hari Raya holidays, which means we may get to Bangkok or Cambodia or Laos or East Timor or Vietnam. We're not rich la so don't boast your daddy's income. Omgomgomg I wanna go to Angkor Wat. Where is it again, Cambodia? and then maybe I'll get an adopted child HAHA.

Am currently reading Before I Forget by André Brink. No, Sham and Jo, he's not from France. He's from South Africa. And since South Africa was once colonised by the British so yes he writes in looooong sentence and difficult words. But words you're supposed to know in life LOL. Anyways just started and read until 20+ pages and guess what, IT'S ALL ABOUT CHRIS MINAAR'S (the main character) SEX LIFE, STARTING FROM HIS FIRST AND THEN THE WEIRDEST ENCOUTNERS. And I'm still in some 20+ pages, and there will be few more sex scenes to come. Ok la not exactly sex scenes, just that the way he wrote it is very sexual. Maybe it's half-erotica HAHA.

Omg it's already FRIDAY omg damn nice. I kinda miss the afternoon session librarians who will come and find me (yes, especially come up to look for me! damn sweet right these people), including SOMEONE's worst nightmare - CUTE SHAWNE KEE WITH THE GREATEST HAIR ON EARTH.
Sighhhhh. I'm old.


Boredom. Quizzes.

You Are Paper

Crafty and creative, you are able to adapt freely to almost any situation.
People tend to underestimate you, unless they've truly seen what you are capable of.
Deep down, you're always scheming and thinking up new plans. Your mind is constantly active.
You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out a way to get what you want.
You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery.
A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces.
When you fight: No one can anticipate your next move
If someone makes you mad: You'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared

Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue

You've got the personality of a blue eyed women
You're intense and expressive - and always on the go
You've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in

Your Inner Blood Type is Type A

You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.
You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.
Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.
People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.

You are most compatible with: A and AB
Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter

Your Inner European is Swedish!

Relaxed and peaceful.
You like to kick back and enjoy life.

You Are A Hazelnut Tree

You're a charmer with a killer sense of humor.
You are very demanding, but you can also be very understanding.
No matter what, you always make a lasting impression - you're quite popular.
Passionate, you are an active fighter for social causes and politics.
In general, you are moody, honest, a perfectionist, and very sexual.

You Are a Blue Flower

A blue flower tends to represent peace, openness, and balance.
At times, you are very delicate like a cornflower.
And at other times, you are wise like an iris.
And more than you wish, you're a little cold, like a blue hydrangea.

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.
You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.
You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.
Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.
You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.
Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.
At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.
You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.
You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

You Are A Lily

You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.
People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.
You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.
Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.


I forgot to tell you that...

>> Wednesday, 5 September 2007

my mommy just adopted sponsored a child! That's like a few weeks ago. Pn. Lim and I are so influential HAHA.

we have a new people in our class! Did I tell you this? Anyways her name is Tan Wei Wern a.k.a. Nicole a.k.a. Pn. Tan CK's niece. She has a really cute voice x3 and she takes English literature!

I bought a SMALL bottle of olive oil for my hair, which costs RM7.50. Maybe a month ago haha.

Yes, edible. So you can cook my hair HAHA.

Omg Italy omg. I have Italy on my head HAHA.

(I used sepia instead of coloured cuz the oil has high viscosity HAHA and it's OILY and it's YELLOW EEW. Things are best left sepia. =)

I dreamed that I was in this hot place (just bright; I don't feel heat) with stone houses like in Aladdin. There was a stall like in pasar malam selling clothes, perhaps. So there was this Turkish guy beside me. I know him. So I leaned forward and ask: "Can I ask you a question?" Turkish guy nodded his head, not looking at me. "Does Turkey snows?" I whispered, dunno why. He thought for a while. The Turkey country, not the Christmas turkey. I didn't tell him that though. And then he looked at me for a while and said, "No." I just read a book about Turkey, and it says it snows. I didn't tell him that also, cuz I assume that he doesn't need any explanation HAHA.
And, after checking out wikipedia, yes, Turkey snows.
And, omg, I think I'm psychic. Cuz I dreamed of these houses. Most of them, not all. And it's very very bright and yellow and hot, not blue sky.

I've learned two weird, French-y words: bourgeois, read as bue-zhwa, means of middle class in a society; and sangfroid, read as sang-frwa, means lack of excitement in exciting events or sth you get the idea.

I'm reading this guys's Snow, and it's political. And Nicole loves the book! xD Rüya is his daughter, he dedicated this book to her, and she's same age as me xD
Ok stop crapping.

I took photos of my love letter. And I love what I took.

Omg Win Zee just received a love letter! Can you believe it!?

Go, go find someone with the name Lee.

Add Maths results SUX. Pn. Sally and Pn. Tan CK and Pn.Ng are friends. Biology 1, Physics 1, and EST 1 tomorrow.

(almost) everyone in 5 Balau cheats. And I've witnessed some. Oh gosh. Anything for the results.

Poh Hui got 100 in Maths 2 and Qinmei got 100 in Add Maths 2. Crazy people.



Currently listening to: Comin' Home Baby, Michael Bublé.

She says you curse, using the ultimate rudeness of all bad words (or so I think). We are shocked. I remember that when you were still here, ‘suffering’, you were oh-so innocent; pure; angelic… anything in heaven is in you. Yes, you are that angelic. Okay, well, maybe a teeny weeny bit of evil and naughtiness, but that doesn’t matter, because it is those that make you human.

The few weeks - months before you left you were worried that you couldn’t make friends; couldn’t pass the exams; couldn’t stay alive. We assured you, no, you won’t. There are certainly people who want to befriend you, and you are smart. No, you won’t die there. That place is almost heavenly!

Well, you did make some friends (but all Asians; where are all the whites?!), pass your tests with really flying colours, since you’ve learned them here before, and started to work part-time by frying fries! Ah, she says because you want to ‘follow the trend, or you will be left out’. Oh, the life I have always dreamed of (besides the follow-the-trend part) (and I want to have a few white friends, that’s for sure).

Ah, yes, you’ve changed. A lot, we say. Your hairstyle and your fashion sense is still the same, but through all the photos you’ve taken and posted, you look more un-camera shy, and maybe more fun? We all couldn’t wait to see you again; we wonder if you’ve become a goth or a punk? And we laughed at that thought.

You already have the heavy accent, and all your “mother slang” was all gone. Yes, all gone. Can you imagine yourself, changed into someone brand new, in six months (more or less) time? We didn’t know what to say – except for her, since she’s the most adaptable among us. We even have difficulty choosing which language to talk to you.

In the end, I choose English, while the other girl, until now, is still deciding.

And, after two months of your leaving, she tells me, you curse. Ah, curses. I remember, months ago, last year, you detested people who curses, and maybe you even sworn to yourself that you will not curse, forever!

A year has gone by. You curse.

The level of innocence will, somehow, lowers, as you grow older.

Well, not like you’re a devil or something. I still love you for who you are.

Nyahaha written this during Mathematics I on already-written test pad. No, I didn't kena tangkap haha. Waning and Nicole thought I was artistic couldn't read my draft handwriting. Jo is scary. And, yes, you know who you are ;) Haha don't take offence la.


This is a long and boring day. Let's hear me lament.

>> Sunday, 2 September 2007

Today (or yesterday) afternoon I was supposed to be in 1 Utama watching The Invasion/Fracture (since Jo didn't want to watch Rogue Assassin and Perfect Stranger, since she thinks The Star's movie ratings are reliable) and later window shopping at Times bookstore/MPH and see me drooling over another soul mate but no. I wasn't in 1U. Cuz Jo told Waning that I can't go, which I only said that I MIGHT not be going. Or maybe she told her too early.
And mommy actually allowed! See, Jo and Waning. Don't make assumptions. Ok la I shouldn't make assumptions also.

And Waning is so... desperate to go out. And so desperate to go to school. Who in the right mind will go to school?! (And omg I discovered that Gerak Gempur does not includes Sejarah. DIE.)
And then I realized I'm something like my dad - I can have nice alone time.
I love alone times. No one's bothering you, you doing your own things, going on your own pace. Although sometimes it's boring haha.
The TV is IRRITATING. Especially when bro is out tuition and we were all having our own sweet time and then he shouted "OPEN THE DOOR!!!!" and ringing the doorbell gazillion times and then the minute he stepped in the door he switched on the TV.

So, since I was bored and couldn't find anything to do, I tried to find SOMETHING to do. Well, did a chapter on one of my new fictions, read fragments of a lame love story (American and English in a Spanish-speaking country is interesting xD), stare at Biology reference book, doodled on waste paper, played a little of O2Jam, listening to mommy and cousin sis's Teochew, which they find my able-to-understand-but-unable-to-speak condition amusing, showing cousin sis my cream puff cousin sis's photos, and... went to Guardian and grocery store to get some stuff.
Yes, I'm that bored.
So I spotted a book on the stool (we misplace EVERYTHING) - Of Fishes and Bicycle by Winnie Yong. A lady, wearing a fuchsia, deep V dress was holding a green, dead fish, thinking in fuchsia thought bubble, "Do women need men like fishes need bicycles?" Mmm, interesting. Must be another Singaporean. So, yeah, I read it.

Dedication: For anyone who's ever had a...
(a) brush with
(b) crush on
(c) fantasy about...
the opposite sex
Kimchi was dumped by Michael through e-mail. How pathetic is that. She worked in as a sales executive who sold banner ads. Her mother was waiting for her to grab a guy. She met up with 42-year-old lawyer Derrick Lau, who turned out to be timid, shy, indecisive, quiet, and asthmatic. Then her fat cousin who got married at the age of 20 with a skinny banker introduced her to a uhmm "rich, good-looking man" Bronson Leonard Tan who turned out to be impatient and rude and A PIRATED CD SELLER (and he's so snobbish eek). Kimchi shared the same cubicle with Eileen, whom she hated so much, who has a brother who was going to be 27 in eight months who works in a publishing house and writes poems during his free time and plays squash and is funny and sarcastic and childish. Or child-like, I don't know which haha.
Which girl won't fall for a guy who writes? Poetry, even! xD
A Malaysian chick lit. Or maybe just half chick lit, since there's absolutely nothing about sex. Or maybe there is one...
His fingers were long and slim, topped with nearly trimmed, clean fingernails. She noticed how expertly his hands moved as he shuffled through the papers. She liked the way he appeared to know precisely what he was doing, what he was looking for. He looked so... experienced.
"I can't find it," he said. Maybe he wasn't so experienced after all.
Oh, and btw, chick lit is the last thing in my reading list. So, yes, I'm that bored.

So yesterday I watched Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.

I bet that in Jean-Baptiste Grenouille's lifetime he had NEVER spoke more than ten lines. Geniuses always end up in a sadistic way of dying. Sighh.
And I wonder how does the perfume actually smells like =D And I wonder how I actually smell like HAHA.

Oh I didn't tell you me getting harassed. So a few days ago I was online. And this Mexican or whatever nationality he is came up. Blablabla he asked me whether to accept invitation for his webcam. I hesitated. But still clicked on 'accept', PRAYING. But my prayers aren't answered. Maybe I should be more devoted. But anyways yes nobody answered my prayers. Guess what came out?
And it was that moment that I decided to delete and block him be a nun. Or an old maid, if you prefer to call me that LOL. Jo and Waning, you don't understand my misery. (OK LA STOP EXAGGERATING) I bet if you were me you would want to be a nun too.
I seriously cannot imagine la all those sex-craze women/prostitutes actually like/forced to like that yucky thing eew banana looks more handsome than that.
Hmm, I think I'll REALLY be an old virgin.

Oh and I'm gonna tell you a story about that guy who called me, remember? The guy who asked about masturbation as if he didn't know anything? xD So in one of his SMSes he asked me "have you taken bath?" Ooh definitely up to no good. Ok so I replied "No" since I really haven't taken my bath yet and was still reading the newspaper. Then he replied "sthsthdontrmb If I'm with you now, I'll ask you to go take bath and if you don't want, I'll take off your clothes one by one, slowly, and then hug you and bath together". And instead of feeling offended I think he's funny. I mean, people usually say "strip you until you're naked" and they don't say "hug you and bath together". I mean, who would hug when you're naked and in the bathroom?! Haha I laughed at his naivety like I'm experienced and sophisticated HAHA. I mean, he's so funny. xD

And I found two great winglin sites: Mémoire Quête and Short Stories.
And one more from Before I Fall (warning: homosexuality) (the author is a guy! can you imagine that? that's so sweet! x3) And this poem, Don't Take My Sunshine Away, is dedicated to his girlfriend by her boyfriend. Awwww. I just love cotton candy people.

Ok I'll end this post nicely and decently:

The brain is a wonderful little organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and doesn't stop until you get to the office. - Robert Frost.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end. - Benjamin Disraeli.

And I especially love this one:

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. - David Viscott
(Hmm I seem to be writing instead of talking in this post. And I'm so bimbo O_O Must stop being a banana.)


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