A 96 hour exam makes for a pretty ugly bitch

i just came out of four friggin' days of evidential hell... only to wander into another hellish shit hole imbued with bad bad skin, physical exhaustion and an altogether different state of consciousness.

and i haven't learnt jack shit.

oh what the hey, let's give it a go.

proposition 1.0 - As evidenced by the fucking pimples that creep up looking like miniature time bombs waiting to explode and suffocate everyone around you with its pus-filled tentacles, one can infer that it's not just a bad day. it's four REALLY bad days.

proposition 2.0 - the pasty splotchy skin providing a delightfully harmonious backdrop for the pimples above , when used conjunctively with evidence 1.0, can not only infer, but prove that i don't just have bad skin. it's REALLY bad skin.

you get the picture. i look like crap. i'm so god damn tired it ain't funny no mo. i had no sleep the entire night, and when i handed up my exam at 9am, my lovely friend charmingly said "my god what happened to your hair?" (the least of my problems) so much for gentlemanly chivalry, or at least, learning when to keep your gob shut. i stumbled back in a zombie-like trance, so fuckin dizzy, that it really wasn't funny at all, and collapsed on the bed thinking 'ahhh yes, heaven'. but no... my reprieve wasn't granted for too long, and pretty soon the god damn sun decide to shine so damn bright that i can't fucking sleep and i'm sweating like a pig, and i can't be fucked drenching the bed with my sweat that way. i'd rather rave like a lunatically mad idiot. :D

anyhoo, i'm just being dramatic. the exam wouldn't have been that disgustingly horrible if i didn't slack my ass off for the first two days, or rather, for the entire semester. here's wishing for a pass considering i've only been to 20 minutes of class this year *crosses fingers*

on a much lighter note, here's a lil shout out to babs to satisfy her 'curiousity'. no worries i'll be back soon with her in tow *lol*

oh and also, this is for my buddy Agnes, who i dont think will like the name i've given her very much at all.

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she's got a killer two days coming up, so i just wanna wish her

ALL THE BESTTTTT BABEEEEEEE! i know you'll do fantastically well.

ooohh and a final shout out to y'all: Happy Halloween!!!... and that's my cue to get the shit scared out of me by emily rose.

whadya want?

whadya' do
when what you thought you wanted
ain't what you want no mo
and what you really want
ain't somethin' you oughta want
coz what you want
ain't somethin' that can be given
and worse
if you get it
you may not want it no mo.

and whadya' do
when you ain't fo sho
bout what you want at all

one thing i know i want
is that i dont want now
and i just wanna get the hell outta here.
fo sho.

but you never get what you want.

babs i can't wait to get back..
you'll make everything aight again :D

cut me up and throw me to the wolves

i've just been compared to someone i really really really dislike. i mean i kinda asked for it anyway, but still i didn't believe the answer would come out the way it did.

yea i know i can be bimbotic at times - well a lot really.. but i like to believe i never pretend to be someone i'm not. i don't try to know things, or talk about things that don't mean anything to me, and i don't put on an act, fullstop. i hate people who do - people who talk the shallowest most superficial things just for the sake of making a new friend.

this person i really dislike - she's one of those plasticky, posery fakers above. i don't hate people for no reason.. i mean i've tried with this girl.. i've tried to be friends, but no matter how dig you try to deep, you hit rock bottom in one easy swing. everything she talks about is just so shallow.. you try and you try, but it's like unwrapping a present and finding an empty box - she's just.. empty. now me, yea i don't know jack shit about politics etc.. but that doesn't necessarily mean i'm fake does it? it's not that i'm totally incapable of learning - i just choose not to, because i don't want to pretend to be interested in something i'm not. it's the same reason why i don't have many close friends. the few i have are with me for life, and i would fight to my death for them. ask me something i'm interested in, and i'll give you an opinion. it may not be right, and you may not agree, but it sure as hell won't be shallow.

that's why i'm hurt - i believe that above all else, i haven't tried to be something i'm not. i am who i am, and when someone compares me to someone who puts on an act to get along with people... it hurts.

especially when it comes from a person i trust, and who's opinion i value. it hurts so much more.

and especially when i know he was just trying to be honest. it hurts me to the fucking core.

spring sonata

*ah chooo*ah choooo*ah chooo*

walk, cross street *ahhh choooo*

*ah chooo*nose tickle*

sniffs...

step, step *ahh chooo*

stands *ahh aaahhhhh CHOOOO*

(booger flies out)

bows.

Dang Bitch

She's at it again.
She called, early this morning to kindly, and might i say oh-so-politely, inform me that she's sick.

It went something like this

"oi fucker *sniffs*... i'm fucking sick again"

aww.. you poor baby...

















man i love this pic :D

don't pinch my cheeks

i have just been pushed and plonked.

i resent that. i am not a kid.

ain't nobody gon' be pushin me around. don't be trippin' yo :D

















no, seriously... hates it

lip service

chew gum in the library.

*chew*chew*chew*chew*chew*blow*pop*chew*chew*
*chew*chew*chew*crack*chew*chew*chew*chew*...

:D

Hypochondriac-ism. It's a disease

Little known fact about Barbs: She may be young, but she's bloody aunty. She's sick in the brain. She always thinks she's sick even though she's perfectly young, fit and healthy. She just refuses to believe that she is. Hence, to her, she's always a sick, useless, weak, unhealthy cow who by the way, loves to advertise it freely to those close to her in a desperate attempt to seek attention. It's selfish really. Making those who care about her all worried over nothing.

Anyhoo, it's that time again, and for the past few days, I haven't had a decent convo with her.. she's just been whinging whining and complaining about how ridiculously sick she is, how her diarrhoea just ain't normal ("it's damn good, like the kind need to go hospital"), how she sat by the toilet bowl for half an hour waiting to vomit, and how she needs to be hospitalised. Luckily I've learnt to turn a deaf ear whenever I hear the words 'I' + 'sick' come out from her mouth in the same sentence. Its all good. :D I just tell her to shut her trap and stop crying for attention. So word to all you people: just ignore her when she says she's sick, coz she's really not.

Ignorance is bliss.

Say what Barbs? Can't hearrr youuuuu... *la la la*

words of wisdom

"Nature has it that the opposite sexes are made for each other. Man, since time began, had always taken a woman for his mate. In the cave-man days, he simply clubbed himself a woman and dragged her to his cave, so the sketches say; and Adam took his Eve, so the Bible says.
It is little wonder, as mankind enters civilisation, they begin to organise themselves in regulated patterns of living. They propogate. They have what is known as families. In order to live harmoniously together man must through necessity be able to identify his own territory and what he owned. The first thing was perhaps to identify "my woman", the Red Indians call her "Squaw". Man soon realised he had an emotional tie with his "Squaw" and more than that, he loved his issues. Inspired by his possessions, his manly instincts got the better of him. Man then took on his responsibilities towards his family, protecting them, feeding them."

The Federation of Women Lawyers Malaysia, 'Marriage' [1983] 1 CLJ 220

What wise wise words... and I'm going to be one of them *lol* (Malaysian female lawyers to be exact.. not referring to the squaws). Although I guess i'm gonna be a squaw one day. Hey at least my future 'protector/hero/saviour/conqueror/life support system/person-i-can't-live-breathe-walk-perform-bodily-functions-without' won't have to club me over the head and beat me unconscious to do so (unless he's an ugly ass dawg with freakish tendencies, but then again, no one i know is that bad :) Yipee joy joy! i'm sure this is exactly what the suffragettes fought for... to not be clubbed over the head.

Aaahh bless those men for allowing us our freedom. Hoorayyy!


From a wise squaw:)

Weapon of Choice

YAY! finally *phews* been sorely lacking in cam ho-ing lately. the withdrawal symptoms have been creepin up and my fingers are getting increasingly itchy for some trigger action :D

vain pot barbs has already demanded many many many photos of her. such a super duper wuper poserette.

but all good. i can resume stalking people and getting silly-ass candids to black mail with.. woo hooo

'i'm so excitedddd... i just can't fight ittt... i know i know i know that you like ittt' .. hmm lyrics possibly might be a taaad bit off..

"zoom zoom zooom... zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom.. la zoom zoom zoom, la zoom zoom zooom"

now THAT i couldn't have gotten wrong:D

(omg i feel so sad for blogging about this. i'm becoming one of THOSE ppl that i laugh at!!! *depressed*)

The Idiot Poet

i knew an idiot once
she loved to drink but couldn't dance.

i knew an idiot once
she was super late & annoyed me tons.

i knew an idiot once
she was horny, bitchy & hella funs.

i know an idiot now.
she left me, went back to eat char siew pau
when i look at my phone bills, 'my god, oww'
vengeance upon her do i vow
but dang i love that brainless cow
well i guess i'm the idiot now.
oh wow.