` EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT

Credits to: The Bitter Stickgirl

Excuse me while I secretly eat my own heart out.

14/15

Doggone it.

You didn't waste my staying up till 3am time.

` seven days in sunny June

I forgot to add that while they're having the Petronas Malaysian Grand Prix, I will be in Sabah. Why must the timing be so off? No I don't want to watch the F1. I wanted to catch Jamiroquai. Well, I guess i'll wait another lifetime. *sulks.

` this modern love

You know what?

Two posts in a day.

Man I'm lifeless.

Oh Golf yeah :) ?

Anyway, I just browsed it, and I found this.

Friday, August 8, 2008

hmm

you know..
.
they say...
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friends say sorry.
.
friends forgive.
.
friends take time.
.
but somehow move on.
.
.......right........
.
the question is......
.
so who wants to go first?
.
.
.
.

If you read it, you would've had a chance at patching things up. Why do I still dwell in things of the past? Maybe, just maybe, we shared some bloody awesome times.

Memories don't change with times and people.

Don't worry. I'm not regretting anything.


On a completely off key note,
I think Chuck Palahniuk made it big with this:

“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”



:) indefinitely

` in the ABC of growing up

There's been this constant urging in me to blog (=_=), these past few days. But I've been downright indolent and living the life of a slothful little kid (or in Marc's words, slob. Why you always so mean to me? meh!). Okay so maybe little kid doesn't exactly (uhm) depict my situation, because on top of all that sloth, i've been getting used to not exercising, and (well) eating slightly bigger portions (?). Fine I admit it. I eat before I go to class, I eat in between classes, and I come home and eat after class. WHY MUST I HAVE BREAKS IN BETWEEN CLASSES? Dammit. You see, if I don't have breaks, i'd pretty much be running down 'em corridoors, getting from one class to the other, but then, no, there HAS to be breaks. Darn it. Fat cheeks much? So much for my Lenten sacrifice. Think I should follow after the Michael. *Le sigh.

Must be the time of the month. :)


Fair enough *in English accent*. haha.


Now, something had me garner all my energy to come online to blog. Well, nothing good. It's just that there's this one dimwit in my class (not mentioning which class, though) who has been constantly pissing me off. Thank goodness I see the dimwit only once a week. Honestly, I try my level best to refrain from judging people based on the gestures they exhibit, or the impression they seem to leave you with, but this NINCOMPOOP (sucker that's in the dictionary ok) is so irritating, I just gave him the dagger eyes today *pats self on the back. Let me elaborate further to hasten the pace of this damned waste of my time but I need to get it out of my system story, and on why i'm hollering all about it.

This person, lets name him Watermelon (explain later), looks like one. He's far from charming, his 'sense of humour' only proves the saying "It is better to keep quiet and have people think you stupid, than to talk and confirm it", by Mark Twain right. Genius. Genius. Okay. I will not go into the gritty obvious details on how he makes me want to regurgitate each time he attempts to verbalize anything, at all. I don't judge him, based on how he looks, but based on the way he shows little (if not none) respect to our lecturer. Wait wait. He claimed that he was Wentworth Miller's twin brother (yikes man. Geli). No offense, but boy, please. I'm not perfect, neither are you. I'm not drop dead gorgeous, neither are you.

Pictures: Google

You, my dearest moron, need to cut your seriously imbecilic comments, or send yourself to oblivion. Why must we all pay for what you do? Oh and did I mention he wears Crocs? Not that I hate Crocs or have anything against them, but he's wearing the flip flop ones. In the Watermelon colour I USED TO LIKE BACK WHEN I WAS 15. Thankfully, when I was about to get that pair of pants in that exact colour, my dad said no, cos apparently I'd look like a Watermelon trying to strut into the waters of Lethe. Yeah I'm just dramatic about Lethe. Now that I see him in the flip flop crocs in that colour, I thank my dad for showing me the light. Ugh. To think that I wanted a pair of those when Crocs first launched it *smacks self.

I just need to take his ego down. One day. No wait. Why do I even bother? It's nearly the end of the semester, I'll be off and skipping the week prior to my finals, yes. I'll bottle up my reaction so that nobody gets hurt. That means you, Mr. Watermelon crocs. *evil eye stare. I'm tormented and momentarily scarred. =_= No, i'm not exaggerating, and I can name people who share similar sentiments as me. If I could speak Finnish, I would totally use that last line of the movie "Hi, this is my friend. He's a very famous escort" on him. I used escort instead of the P word, cos he's a guy, but it's a pity that no one would believe me, after looking at him. Oh yeah. That's from Confessions of a Shopaholic, btw. Shucks I can be sucha grouch, can't I? Like they say, "ain't no fury like a woman's scorn". Meh! I'm super happy now. *claps hands.

I can be as cruel as you,
fighting fire with firewood.
`Bloc Party

About the movie Confessions of a Shopaholic, it was definitely better than I expected. Prior to the preview, I had read plenty of not-so-nice reviews, so I had readjusted my expectations. No doubt it was just a typical chick flick movie, I think the ending was an ending. You know how movies hardly have proper endings nowadays? Well, this one more or less had one. The entire movie was rather predictable, though. Marc said I could be a director. o.0 Why you must kacau me? Oh and yes, it was some preview. I didn't know that the movie wasn't really out yet. Anyway, free movie and chick flick with a happy ending pretty much leaves us all satisfied. :) Least we girls know that we're not that much of a shopaholic, right? Very much to the dismay and contradicting opinions of Marc, Mike and Josh. Oh well *peace

"You sold EVERYTHING and you kept THIS?"
haha. WHAT A DRESS =_=
It was funny while it lasted and the Boys found it in them to crack up too.

Picture: Google

AND, WHAT is with Gossip Girls? First Dan Humphrey sleeps with the too-innocent-for-her-own-good Ms Carr, and now what? =_= Come on! Give the Bass a chance! "Chuck and Blair" sounds good, no? :)

Anyway, here's some really outdated pictures that I can't help, but feel the need to post. Well Josh, you'll eventually read this (or maybe not).

Thank you for being my friend.
Thank you for being my punching bag.
Thank you for being a listening ear when it mattered.
Thank you for our non-existent sampan moments!
Thank you for your non-related gossiping with us sessions.
Thank you for being my driver.
Thank you for (the list goes on).
You know la you're a good friend.
Sometimes I can't stand you, but yeah.

We're still friends.

On top of it all,
THANKS FOR BREAKING MY CAMERA in AUSTRALIA :D
and still being my friend,
Even though I secretly plotted to assassinate you right after. =_=v

*shrugs.

Another reason why we're still friends :)
You succumb to our bedazzling craze (not like you have a choice!)

Happy Birthday Munkey! It's about time :)

haha. Picture of the night :)

I can't believe our luck was so 'suey'. I mean. We had a hard time trying to find parking, and we walked right into your car, and and and thank goodness you think the way you do. ALWAYS SO CROOKED MINDED LA YOU JOSH! haha. All is good. :)

Shawn trying to pan-cute in my glasses LOL :)


On a random note, far from Muhibah. Oh well.
Why am I so lala?




I have so many pictures to post and i'm so lazy. Till the next time :)

Lovelies!

He said
"The sunset must not find you still angry."
So, I let go :) with Joy

` you killed my hero

forgive me if I never find it in me to forgive you.
Title says it all.


/edit:
I forgot to mention, that the scenario below happened in class. :)

On the other hand,
all it took, was:
that look,
that nod,
"good",
and that smile. :)

I will be your victory story. Just wait.





I'm just being me.

PERIOD.

` dream catch me

This is going to be one extensive post, if I pull through, and not decide to (uh) get lazy half way. I've been filled with random thoughts lately.

haha. I just typed an entire paragraph about how Britney's Womanizer is better than Lily Allen's (yuck) and all, then I re-read it and I felt like it was written by a ten year old. Hence, this short paragraph. Britney's Womanizer is the bomb, period.

Next up?

I recently read about Ryanair (Armstrong & Kotler, 2009), and truth be told, this was my first time hearing about them. Tell me i'm behind the times, and i'm still going to say this. I read about them in a marketing book and you'll bet your last dollar that I was pretty damn impressed (and secretly telling myself that one day, i'll try Ryanair, just for the fun of it. WHY NOT, Right?). They're something like AirAsia, in terms of low fares, and they charge passengers for pretty much everything else - from baggage, to tit bits on the plane, to even ads on the back of the seat. They charge you for virtually everything, EXCEPT the seat. So you (uh) fly for free (?).

Dyu know, that they made $61 mil in sales of all those tiny amenities (peanuts on board, drinks and all) on board? In my head, I was raving about them, cos it only made sense that I wouldn't eat peanuts on board, won't need to buy beverages and all these stuff. So if I were a passenger, all I would have to pay was for my seat and (well) my baggage check-in. If you don't wanna check-in bag then you pandai-pandai save $3.50 okay? I need my stuff. =_- I mean seriously, if you don't want (choose) to spend on anything you don't want, then don't.

If you wanna pay through your nose for crazy-ass hot stewardess', please pay for Singapore airlines, cos i'd be one to tell you that they're really gorgeous (most of them, at least - but the guys are na-ah!) and their service really deserve (prolly more) compliments (than they reel in). They leave you feeling contented about the flight. No, seriously. If I had unlimited $$$ and places to go, i'd vouch for SIA, without second thoughts.

Now, back to Ryanair. I'm lazy to talk about them already. Long story short, in marketing, you understand the importance of having good PR with your customers and you serve your customers in hope that you'll obtain their life-time loyalty. So I decided to consult my best friend, who's always there for me, and answers (nearly) all my questions - Google. To my horror (yes lah. I have to drama abit, right?), I found some of the following.

Screen shot of this page

It says "Put Fun Back into Flying"

Thinks again*

For crying out loud! I DON'T WANNA FLY NAKED, AND I DON'T WANNA FLY WITH NAKED PEOPLE. I Don't wanna fly Ryanair already. =_= Not a wonder why I never heard of them, prior to this. *shudders. I'm not sure what that picture was supposed to depict, and I wasn't about to waste more time checking out for explanations that should have been on that same page, if it were really to rave about. Oh, on top of that, I found another link that had officials of Ryanair labeling bloggers as 'lunatic' and 'idiotic'. Please refer to this where the officials make their completely inhospitable statement, triggered by this blog post. Weaather the blog post was constructive or pure gibberish, I don't believe that Ryanair couldn't attempt a better resolution. Suddenly got really lazy to elaborate and all.

yeap yeap :)

Okay. I'm so lazy to blog already. Looks like everything else can come on another day (?). Oh. On a random note: -

dad, I

Dad I think I lost my money. Can you please check in the car? If it's there, you can have it, if it's not, uh, I think I got robbed?

*calls me back two minutes later

Mom said you gave her the money just now?

Oh =_= Well, looks like no money for you. Bye :)

` tales & memories

` part of your world

Yesterday, I (finally) handed up my assignment, and truth be told, I couldn't tell which emotion was stronger - happy or sleepy. I was awake for more than 24 hours, trying to (well ...) minimize plagiarism, which seemed (bloody. no bull.) rampant in that paper. Long story short, I saw this guy after classes and this was a snippet of our conversation

him, me

oh did you use the plagiarism checker to check your paper? oh. There's such a thing? Yeah I found out yesterday night and nearly our entire paper was plagiarized. @#$%^ really? Then how? Oh. So late already... What to do? Never mind only la.
*in my head* @#$%^&* I SLEPT AT 7AM TO AVOID THAT @#$%^%&*
Owhkayyyyy. So what's the website? www.dustball.com Awesome. Oh look. I gotta go ad. Well, bye! :) :)

No seriously, I mean, you know, 15 marks, and you just say don't care? Nvm. None of my businness. Lol. =_= Seriouslyyy. After a therapeutic long conversation on the phone with the blacks, (it was ten and well) I went straight to bed, refusing to even touch my computer. Previously, I spent more than 20 (I KID YOU NOT) consecutive hours on the computer trying to remedy the entire project. Honestly, I was quite contented with the end product. Last nights sleep couldn't have been better. Anyway, I woke up this morning, bright and early, to watch Narnia. *melts* So nice. :) I finally found time. Then as I was relaxing, suddenly a thought came to my mind. "Go check your assignment for plagiarism!" Eh. Not kiasu okay, just you know, make sure la. Yeah I know, I handed it up already, so nothing I can do, right? And the thing was pretty efficient, I would say. I'll explain after the pictures.

If your work is alright, with citation and stuff, it's all "OK".

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.
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Otherwise,
*cheng cheng cheng*
:(

that was the last part of my assignment.
7000 words OKAY.
I got lazy and maybe I didn't paraphrase as well as the beginning part.
Whaddya want? !@##$%^&* FIVE AM ALREADY OKAY.
SEVEN ONLY I SLEPT.
hahaha.

Anyway, I'm not sure if the site's reliable or not, but the Plagiarism Checker is powered by Google and it searches the Internet for "phrase matches" after you 'copy' and 'paste' your work in the space given. Then again, I wonder if it really is that effective, for all you know, there would've been plagiarized work, taken from physical books (?). Wonder if the checker is able to detect those too. Oh well. The weekend's here (yay! Claps hands).

Besides that, I recently found a way to get youtube videos for my iPod (double yay!). Yeah yeah, most of you would've prolly been doing that over the last five (or more) years, but well, I just stumbled upon this site that made it so so so so simple (really. You can't go wrong). There's this website called KeepVid and all you need to do is put the URL of the video you want, and choose to download it as High Quality (mp4) and you don't need converters or long hours anymore. Which donkey said it was a tiresome process? :(

Oh and i've been downloading videos and watching them in my iPod. Any nice recommendations? :)

OMGSH REPLACEMENT TMR MORNING AT EIGHT AM. HELL IT'S A SATURDAY LA-HOR :) Awh. No one can scold me for being so Chinese and using "La-horrrr". haha. BALI BOMBER!

:)

` your grace is more than enough

Picture from Google

And the pain falls like a curtain
On the things I once called certain
And I have to say the words I fear the most
I just don’t know

And the questions without answers
Come and paralyze the dancer
So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust

God is God and I am not
I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting
God is God and I am man
So I’ll never understand it all
For only God is God

And the sky begins to thunder
And I’m filled with awe and wonder
‘Til the only burning question that remains
Is who am I

Can I form a single mountain
Take the stars in hand and count them
Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me
He is first and last
Before all that has been
Beyond all that will pass

Oh, how great are the riches of His wisdom and knowledge
How unsearchable for to Him and
through Him and from Him are all things

So let us worship before the throne
Of the One who is worthy of worship alone

I believe that all will come to pass,
I believe that you will carry me through.
I believe that it is you, who will be waiting for me,
at the end of the road.

` praying for time

One down, one more to go. I can do this. Everyday I tell myself to stop procrastinating. Honestly, I can't think of anyone who doesn't experience this problem with procrastinating. No one I know, at least. Okay. Maybe I know a few. On a serious note, I doubt anyone has issues with procrastination like I do. It's a constant battle between the mind and the body. *yawns. I always seem to blog when I have something incredibly pressingly due, or important, to attend to. Sheesh. Distraction, people. Distraction (after game addiction). Le sigh. Anyway, just saw some pictures from the Kathlyn's surprise birthday party (oh she's an awesome drummer and is going to teach our kids in kindy, on top of ballet, next time). Oh and her parents were being le-awesome too, thank you Unlce Kenny and Aunty Eshter. :) A whole lot more but i'm malas like I am. So here's a few (not in order).

The birthday girl and I
Ok so I used iPhoto to edit the saturation of colours.
Now so blur. =_=

Jo-Ann joined us the lala club. *peace.
Ivy's holding on to her plate in case the brother grabs it (again!). haha
So pretty, their smiles.

Purposely put the picture cos you don't like my camera!
Lucky you don't read blogs. hahahaah. "La-horrrr"

This' the typical everything's-larger-than-ellie picture. :)
(only cos you're so small)

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Initially, I was so lazy to blog about the masquerade and put proper pictures of us in masks, but I figured that I could never forgive myself if I didn't post this picture of us (Ian, Laura and I) up. Ian, after this picture, I will never be able to look at you the same. I'm sorry. hahaha. eleh. Buat besar isu-isu yang kecil like IAN's got the c0ck eyes going on.

Oh and some of you may be able to relate to this. Remember the "Kangarooo!" and "Zzzzzzz" *cough* L *cough* during the A to Z game? Omgosh. Think i'm very much traumatized. :( But it was great effort! Seriously. Kudos to those who did it.

Below, we have the battle between the lawyer + chemical specialist, and well, Joshua. hahahah. It was pretty damned hilarious. Poor Uncle J was being (uhm) terrorised by Uncle R (who had bright ideas of some sorta revenge =_=). Joshua's "I'm making a pizza", "pass me the tomato sauce" and all the rest, left the uncles looking =_=". Literally.

Personally, my favourite picture of the night. Kao kao Mr. "yeng" Kevin and his Fender bass guitar. :) Okay. I got lazy to upload more pictures. Till the next time I blog (prolly in a day or two *rolls eyes. Cos project will be due, and I always blog when I have important things to do. REMEMBER?)!

For now,
I'll just pull 'em long faces.

Until I rid complete the final
marketing project.

*sigh. GOODNIGHT! :)

` betcha by golly wow

You know you're addicted when:
- you tell yourself "one last round"
(for the tenth time, maybe more)
- you keep creating "New Record!!"s
(and the only records you're beating, is your own)
- you've improved from scoring 2,000 to over 2,500,000.
(and you keep trying to top the best score)
- it's the first and last thing on your mind.

:(

The first step towards recovery is admitting you have a problem.

I have a problem. Now take it away! Now! Faster! What you waiting for? :(

I woke up drowning in my own tears.
Damn those nightmares.

Oh oh. I watched Winnie the pooh this morning.
Calm the nerves a bit la hor. :)

Pooh: Where do you suppose the moon could be?
Eeyor: Maybe someone forgot to invite it. Always happens to me.


Eh so cute! Omgsh! *gasps


Then, I watched Powerpuff Girls
(only because the sister was watching it)
Wait, I didn't even know it was Powerpuff Girls I was watching.
Ignorance, you say? I beg to deffer. It was this ...
EH WHAT IS THAT MAN. What have they evolved into?
They grew up and uh... got confused? =_=
I refused to believe that it was the Powerpuff girls,
then there was Mojo Jojo and the mayor and all that, and the
ultimate "call the powerpuff girls" *smacks head.
I don't know about you but something needs to be rectified.
They bring back memories of Sailor Moon.
Except that they're more modern and well, speak English.

haha. Reminds me of my 'sticker book' days.



Eh I think that this' so much cuter.
All pictures from Google.

Just a thought.

Okay. I'm hungry. See you babies later!

*mouth itchy