HO YAY.

2012-02-04T09:43:00.001+08:00

HEH. Don't mind me he's just

Incredibly cute

Why are these words underlined

2012-02-04T08:13:00.000+08:00

The first comment says, "you shouldn't have been in the ghetto part of the ocean."

WHAT THE WHAT

2012-02-03T02:38:00.000+08:00

I PUT MY WHITE HOODIE IN THE WASH AND IT CAME OUT BLUE

BUT NONE OF THE OTHER WHITES DID

THERE WAS NOTHING BLUE IN THERE

I MEAN THE SOAP WAS BLUE BUT

WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW THAT WAS MY ONLY HOODIE

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

2012-01-31T22:45:00.001+08:00

Sherlock.

You're wonderful and I think you are the most badass detective out there, but I have to tell you that my level of respect for you just decreased by about 27% because you use Internet Explorer of all things.

That's not even funny, man.

(From The Blind Banker)

BBC Sherlock is actually really interesting.

2012-01-31T08:38:00.004+08:00

Watson's adorable.

Look at him isn't he cute he makes this face pretty much every episode. I mean the mysteries are nice and all but I've basically been sitting here giggling at all his facial expressions and paying little to no attention to the actual plot.

He's in The Hobbit too, yay!

Cafe Owner: Anything's free for you, Sherlock! And your date!

Watson: What? No. I'm not his date.

Cafe Owner: I'll just get you two a candle.

Watson: I'm not his date. Do you know, Sherlock, normal people don't have arch enemies?

Sherlock: Really? What do 'normal people' have, then?

Watson: Friends. People they like. People they don't like. Girlfriends, boyfriends. Do you have one?

Sherlock: What?

Watson: A girlfriend.

Sherlock: Ah, no. Girlfriend's aren't really my...area.

Watson: ...oh. So, do you have a boyfriend, then? Which is totally okay-

Sherlock: I know it's okay.

Watson: So d'you have one?

Sherlock: No.

Watson: Right, okay. Good. You're uh, unattached, like me.

Sherlock: ...you know I really consider myself to be married to my work, so I mean I'm very flattered and all but I don't really think-

Watson: No, I, no, that was not what I was suggesting. At all.

The Fuccon Family.

2012-01-29T05:32:00.000+08:00

It's Fuccon funny.

Hi Guys.

2012-01-28T02:52:00.002+08:00

I'll try to revive this blog.

Well I can't guarantee I'll try.

But I'll try to try.

2011-09-01T00:31:00.000+08:00

"Run Run Run IS THAT A CAR IT'S SO SHINY OH LOOK AT ALL OF THEM Run Run Run OH SORRY ELABORATE REVEALING WEDDING DRESS MAKERS I'LL JUST BE ON MY WAY Runrunrunrun OH MY GOD LOOK AT ALL THE ADS THEY MANAGED TO SQUEEZE INTO A SECOND run STOP. EYEPATCH DUDE."

-Captain America's thoughts while racing through Times Square in the 21st century.

2011-08-31T21:44:00.001+08:00

So it's the randomest shit that gets me depressed.

London riots, Ghadafi, I can read about all that shit with objective interest. But there was this tiny article in the newspaper, like 2-3 paragraphs, about a security guard in Jinjang who got murdered.

He was in his 50's, I think. He was trying to stop some guys from breaking into one of the neighbourhood cars. And they shot him.

And he's just a security guard trying to do his job, which is more than we can say for most of those guys. Their jobs aren't supposed to be hazardous, because they're guarding houses. But this middle-aged man got shot in the middle of the street, alone. And all he gets is two paragraphs in a newspaper.

Sigh.

Food is good.

2011-08-27T23:49:00.000+08:00

~~Thin~~ More food is better.

There are times when I look in the mirror and wish

2011-08-21T20:18:00.002+08:00

...I didn't have the crippling need to adore myself.

Then there are times when I wish I was born with a paper bag over my head, which happens much more often.

Shahirah, invite me to your blog you asshole

2011-08-21T19:11:00.004+08:00

Iron Man :'D Why have I developed this sudden Marvel craze asdfghl. And even so I haven't actually read the Avengers so the true ~~nerds~~ fans would probably hate me if they knew. But I don't have time gdi stop pressuring me and my download just isn't working GOD DAMN YOU TORRENT.

I'm downloading fight club.

Also I was listening to Black Sabbath, they have a song called Iron Man. I listened to the lyrics and thought "what the hell does this have to do with Tony Stark am I missing something here" and then I found out that the song has nothing to do with the comic, it tells a little story of its own. And originally they wanted to call it "Iron Bloke" HAHAHAHA.

It's about a guy who goes into the future by accident and sees an apocalypse, but when he manages to get back to the past he gets trapped in a magnetic field and gets turned into pure steel, rendering him mute. And then his attempts to communicate and warn everyone about the apocalypse are ridiculed and everyone's all, "lol whatever bro" and they basically shove him into a corner to die. And Iron Man decides to get revenge by going on this huge killing spree since he's made of iron and can't get hurt. And then he later realises that the apocalypse he saw was actually because of him.

INCEPTION.

Lol not really, but it's pretty cool nonetheless. And the guitar riff is pretty beast. Been stuck in my head for days now man.

I sound like such a stoner. :pokerface:

Anyway, neglected blog hahahaha. Doesn't matter nobody reads this anyways. I want to be famous.

Never gonna happen :yaoming:

I love this emotes, how do.

Tumblr is interesting. Addictive, though. I'm only following like 21 people so it's still manageable but still. Ah, and I actually haven't been going online all that often anymore, yay me. But studying is a no-go ohohohohoho. Internal distractions. There has to be a word for that or something.

I've always loved superheros. I know you don't gaf but HAHA it's true. I want to be a superhero yus. Or I'd be okay with being one of those sciency-types. Like a mad chemist who runs around without shoes going "I NEED GAMMA RAYS." And everyone's all, where the fuck are your shoes, and I'm like, oh yeah they melted you probably don't wanna go into the lab for a while.

Or I could have the power to make people naked. :megusta:

What has my life become.

I AM IRON MAN.

hahaha a parody of the iron man lyrics-

I am the ice-cream man

Running over fat kids with my van

When they hear my bell

All the little fat kids run like hell

One thousand pounds of steel

ALL I NEED IS ONE MORE WHEEL!

Uuugh light-headed

2011-07-24T21:06:00.001+08:00

Franz Ferdinand :)

So I'm a little sick and my dad gave me a piriton, which is going to make me drowsy in a bit. I'm probably going to fall asleep at my laptop. Speaking of which, have you ever done that before? I do that all the time. And my laptop's on a desk mind you, nowhere near my bed HAHA. I fall asleep sitting up. Actually I was writing something a while ago, a practice short story, and I fell asleep while typing but continued typing anyway because I'm a badass. And then the next morning I had no recollection of what I'd written so I checked it again.

It was weirdly coherent.

HAHAHA. I mean every single word made lots of sense, but the thing is the actual thing I wrote made no sense in context of the rest of the story. Like, I'm writing about one thing one minute, and then suddenly switching topics, but making a lot of sense while I do it.

LOLOLOL I'm so cool (Y)

No school for me tomorrow. -excitedyes-

You gaiz

2011-07-23T17:47:00.001+08:00

I don't want to go to Australia. Not at all.

Stop asking me to.

Canadian jokes asdfghjkl please stop me now

2011-07-17T19:58:00.004+08:00

A train compartment had 4 people in it: two ladies, and two men, one man was American, and the other was a Canadian. At point point the train suddenly entered a tunnel. In the darkness there was a loud 'SLAP!'

When the train emerged everyone noted that the American had a big red hand mark on his face.

The first lady thought, 'that damn American must have touched that lady, and she gave him what he deserved!'

The second lady thought, 'that damn American must have touched that lady, and she gave him what he deserved!'

The American thought, 'that damn Canadian must have touched one of the ladies, and she slapped me thinking it was him!'

The Canadian thought, 'I hope we go under another bridge so I can slap the American again!'

2011-07-17T19:58:00.003+08:00

One day an Englishman, an American, and a Canadian walked into a pub together. The proceeded to each buy a pint of Molson Canadian. Just as they were about to enjoy their beverage three flys landed in each of their pints, and were stuck in the head of the beer.

The American pushed his beer away from him in disgust.

The Englishman fished the offending fly out of his beer and continued drinking it as if nothing had happened.

The Canadian too , picked the fly out of his drink, held it out over the beer and then started yelling "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT YOU BASTARD!!!!"

2011-07-17T19:58:00.001+08:00

A first grade teacher explains to her class that she is an American. She asks her students to raise their hands if they were American too.

Not really knowing why but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like flashy fireworks.

There is, however, one exception. A girl named Kristen has not gone along with the crowd.

The teacher asks her why she has decided to be different. "Because I am not an American."

"Then", asks the teacher, "what are you?"

"I'm a proud Canadian," boasts the little girl.

The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks Kristen why she is a Canadian. "Well, my mom and dad are Canadians, so I'm a Canadian too."

The teacher is now angry. "That's no reason," she says loudly. "What if your mom was a moron, and your dad was a moron. What would you be then?"

A pause, and a smile. "Then," says Kristen, "I'd be an American."

2011-07-17T19:57:00.001+08:00

There was a boy who worked in the produce section of the market. A man came in and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce, but the man replied that he did not need a whole head, but only a half head. The boy said he would go ask his manager about the matter.

The boy walked into the back room and said, "there is some asshole out there who wants to buy only a half a head of lettuce." As he was finishing saying this he turned around to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman wants to buy the other half".

The manager okayed the deal and the man went on his way. Later the manager called on the boy and said, "you almost got yourself in a lot of trouble earlier, but I must say I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of it. You think on your feet and we like that around here. Where are you from son?"

The boy replied, "Canada. sir."

"Oh really? Why did you leave Canada?" asked the manager.

The boy replied, "They're all just whores and hockey players up there."

"My wife is from Canada!!" said the manager.

The boy replied, "Really? What team did she play for?"

2011-07-17T19:56:00.002+08:00

The original name for Canada, dreamed up by a parliamentary committee in London, was "Cold North Dominion," but that waas too long, so they abbreviated it C.N.D. The King's Royal Governor presented the new name to the inhabitants, and they didn't say a word. Just looked at him.

"Well, what do you think?" asked the Royal Governor?

"C., eh?" said the first fellow, and just looked at the Governor.

"N., eh?" says the second guy.

"D., eh?" says a third one. Then silence.

"Hey," says the Governor. "I like that. It's a helluva lot easier to pronounce when you spell it that way."

So that's how Canada got its name.

Oh God Canadians

2011-07-17T19:56:00.001+08:00

"About Canada"

These questions about Canada were posted on an International Tourism Website and obviously the answers came from a fellow Canuck.

Q: I have never seen it warm on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)
A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.

Q: Will I be able to see Polar Bears in the street?(USA)
A: Depends how much you've been drinking.

Q: I want to walk from Vancouver to Toronto - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only Four thousand miles, take lots of water.

Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Canada? (Sweden)
A: So its true what they say about Swedes.

Q: It is imperative that I find the names and addresses of places to contact for a stuffed Beaver. (Italy)
A: Let's not touch this one.

Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Canada? Can you send me a list of them in Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton and Halifax? (UK)
A: What did your last slave die of ?

Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Canada?(USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Ca-na-da is that big country to your North . . . oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Calgary. Come naked.

Q: Which direction is North in Canada? (USA)
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.

Q: Can I bring cutlery into Canada? (UK)
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.

Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is....oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Vancouver and in Calgary, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.

Canadian temperatures

2011-07-17T19:51:00.004+08:00

+15 C This is as warm as it gets in Canada, so we'll start here. People in Spain wear winter-coats and gloves. The Canadians are out in the sun, getting a tan.

+10 C The French are trying in vain to start their central heating. The Canadians plant flowers in their gardens.

+5 C Italian cars won't start, The Canadians are driving with the windows down.

0 C Distilled water freezes. The water in the Lakes gets a little thicker.

-5 C Philadelphia landlords finally turn up the heat. The Canadians have their final barbecue before winter.

-10 C The Brits start the heat in their houses. The Canadian throw on a flannel shirt.

-20 C The Aussies flee from Mallorca. The Canadian Girl Scouts sell cookies. Autumn is here.

-30 C People in Greece die from the cold and disappear from the face of the earth. The Canadians start drying their laundry indoors.

-40 C Paris starts cracking in the cold. The Canadians stand in line at the hotdog stands.

-50 C Polar bears start evacuating the North Pole. The Canadian Boys Scouts postpones their winter survival training awaiting real winter weather.

-60 C Korvatunturi (the home for Santa Claus) freezes. The Canadians rent a movie and stay indoors.

-70 C The false Santa moves south. The Canadians get frustrated since they can't thaw their kegs. The Canadian Scouts go out on winter survival training.

-183 C Microbes in food don't survive. The Canadian cows complain that the farmers' hands are cold.

-273 C All atom-based movent halts. The Canadians start saying "Pretty cold out, eh?"

-300 C Hell freezes over. The Leafs win the Stanley Cup

LOL wow.

2011-07-10T15:33:00.002+08:00

It's been forever.

Now I have the ability to use meme wherever, man. Fear me. -creepygusta-

Jane Doe has updated her status

2011-06-14T21:08:00.001+08:00

Dear everyone who knows me on Facebook,

If you don’t want to read this, I can’t blame you. However, I’m afraid I’ve got something of great import to say, so even if you don’t want to take the time to read this entire message, I beg you to at least skip to the bottom of the post.

You see, I am madly and hopelessly in love with Joe Nobody.

Joe, if you’re reading this (and I know you are), as much as this pains me to admit, I need you to know that I adore you with every fibre of my being.

Ever since we first met (when you moved next door to me when we were children; don’t think I forgot), you’ve been an integral part of my life. My earliest memories have you in them. I honestly can’t imagine any sort of life without you, you great sodding git, so I want you to know that no matter how much I will deny this in the future, you will be a part of me forever and always.

You endeared yourself to me forever the day you gave me my first pet rabbit (tenth birthday), and I fell in love with you the day you comforted me after Crumpet’s untimely demise (in the back garden of my home in Edinburgh when we were seventeen). As cliche as it sounds, Joe, you are the peanut butter to my jam; despite our huge differences, and despite how counter-intuitive it would seem to put the two of us together, we are soulmates. I know I can be a bit tart at times, and not everybody likes me, but somehow or other you’ve managed to trap me in your sticky, nutty personality and I just haven’t been the same since I got my first taste of you.

I love you, you fool, no matter how much I don’t show it. I would do anything for you, even if it meant going through Hell and back. For you I would give up everything in a heartbeat. Don’t you ever forget that.

Now I’m sure the rest of you are wondering what on God’s green Earth I am doing, posting this up here for everyone to see. The truth of the matter is that Joe has gotten it into his silly head that I don’t love him enough, and that, God forbid, I’m ashamed of our relationship.

I’ve said it time and time again, I just don’t feel comfortable with public displays of affection, no matter how much you might want to hug or kiss me in the middle of a crowd. I love you, Joe I do, but I just can’t help but get flustered with everyone watching! I wish you understood that, but you’re obviously the affectionate type and I know words won’t get through to you.

So, since you’ve gone and convinced yourself that I don’t kiss you in public because I’m ashamed of you, I’ve decided to swallow my pride and admit how strongly I feel about you, in the most publicly embarrassing way I know how.

I LOVE YOU, STUPID.

So, @Joe Nobody, I hope this mortifying confession of mine is enough to convince you that you’re the most wonderful man on the face of the Earth and that I’m lucky to have you (but don’t you let that go to your head!). If you find this attempt unsatisfactory, please be informed that I’ve become quite good friends with our landlady, and that I’ll be available for an appointment at around noon tomorrow on the topmost floor of our building. If you want me to say that I love you, come meet me tomorrow, and I will shout it from the rooftops for the world to hear.

-Joe Nobody likes this-

Hotel 626

2011-06-08T21:39:00.000+08:00

I played it.

It wasn't scary.

OTL

HELP ME

2011-06-04T13:07:00.001+08:00

My previously sweet, adorable cousin has turned into a douchebag of epic proportions.

I hate him now and I feel uncomfortable being in the same room with him :(

asdfghjkl.

WHY

2011-06-02T20:26:00.000+08:00

-sob-

WHY IS MY LIFE NOT AWESOME.

There is a rose on my desk.

2011-05-27T20:20:00.002+08:00

It is in a green glass bottle that once used to contain Sprite and has traveled to me all the way from Thailand if the label is anything to go by. It's a leftover for the presents from teacher's day. I don't particularly like roses because they're over-rated, but this one makes me happy. :)

I don't know if this will be of use to anybody, but if you've got a flower in a vase and it's looking a little droopy, it's helpful to put a Panadol into the water. It sounds weird but it'll make the flower perk up in an hour or so. Just make sure the stem's really cut diagonally or it won't work at all.

Yeah, that's pretty much it. I don't think roses smell all that nice but oh well, at least it's pretty.

ALSO

2011-05-23T17:27:00.002+08:00

I'm not stoopid, you gaiz DDDDDDDDDDD:

Okay, what.

2011-05-23T16:47:00.003+08:00

The weirdest thing just happened. I downloaded a bunch of new songs onto my iPod last night, but one of them refused to transfer (Tonight I'm Lovin' You). I didn't do anything, thinking I could just download it again or something. And it wasn't on my iPod ANYWHERE.

But I was listening to my iPod five minutes ago and all of a sudden Tonight I'm lovin' You starts playing.

The fuck, man. It wasn't even on my iPod ten minutes ago.

I'm a wizard.

EUROVISION 2010

2011-05-23T16:19:00.003+08:00

England got last place. HAHA.

In case you're wondering, Eurovision is an annual song contest that is held in Europe. Usualy countries like Germany, France and England get VIP passes automatically to the semi-finals, but that's only because they pay for most of the cost. Last year's was held in Oslo (capital of Norway, peoples) and Germany won. Their song was actually pretty meh.

ANYWAY.

I've been squeeing about THIS the whole weekend. Lithuania's entry! :DDDD For an obscure place just outside of Russia, they're bloody adorable.

Lyrics:

You've heard it all before, we ain't got no taste we're all a bore,
But you should give us a chance, 'cause we're all victims of circumstance!
We've had it pretty tough, but that's okay we like it rough,
We'll settle the score, survived the Reds and two world wars!

Get up and dance to our Eastern European kinda
Get up and dance to our Eastern European kinda
Get up and dance to our Eastern European kinda funk!

Yes sir we are legal, we are, but we're not as legal as you,
No sir we're not equal, though we're both from the EU,
We build your homes, we wash your dishes, keep your hands all squeaky clean
Some day you'll come to realise, Eastern Europe is in your dreeeeeaaaaaaaaams!

And then the chorus again :D

Oh, by the way, the bit about the Reds refers to Communist Russia, where Lithuania was under the control of the Soviet Union (whose colour was red).

HOW DID THESE PEOPLE NOT WIN. ASDFGHJKL.

EHY SHAHIRAH. EHY AIN.

2011-05-22T11:46:00.001+08:00

This is AWESOME.

Lol okay yeah

2011-05-20T22:25:00.002+08:00

Mum's off to London. You make it really hard to miss you when you insist on yelling at me every time there is a flight involved, mother. Really. For tiny little things that even you wouldn't normally be upset about.

Idk man I just want souvenirs.

Speaking of which I gave my sister a pig. Not a real one although that would have been awesome. it was a plushie.

Like this, except far prettier.

You may think it's cheap but that plushie has been in my ~~cupboard~~ life for a long time and it's a Very Important Pig, okay. It's a motherfucking VIP. Yeah.

My other sister doesn't get a pig as awesome as this because the donkey lost my other pig plushie a few years ago. Yeah I still remember nigga I ain't forgiving you anytime soon.

Holy shit yeah I just managed to shoo a mosquito out of my window. Little asshole's just flying around outside like nigga let me in.

NAW, BITCH, NAW.

Yeah.

GUESS WHO'S BACK

2011-05-20T17:54:00.001+08:00

WITH A BASEBALL BAT

Haha not really. I've really just only remembered I had a blog. Which is a pity because I've got such a pretty, colourful header right there with as many swearweards as you'd like.

Oh my god I hope teachers don't read this anymore hahahha.

Yeah.

So.

Yeah.

These movies are kind of amazing

2011-04-02T19:34:00.002+08:00

By the way that last one is French and kind of trippy hurrhurr.

Not cool, you guys

2011-04-01T19:49:00.002+08:00

I mean seriously. You can't just pile work on someone out of the blue and be all, "you have to do this kthnx bai." What happens if I don't want to, or if I have other things to do? Believe it or not I do, in fact, have a life, and asking me to do big things nonchalantly is just plain unfair.

What the hell, man? Just because teachers have power over us doesn't mean they can make us do whatever they want. In fact, this thing you asked me to do, I already said no to in the beginning of the year. A big fat no and yet you can smile at me and go, "oh yeah by the way you need to find a day to stay back," and then continue with whatever the hell it was you were doing.

Where do you think I live? Just down the road? Oh, and studies are abso-fucking-tutely easy, I don't need to do ANYTHING for class nor do I have yellow house mascots to freaking build FROM SCRATCH, so let's just make her do whatever the hell we're too lazy to do.

I mean really. Out of literally one thousand other students in school, I have to do everything. EVERYTHING.

Forget this man, I'm not doing anything and there's nothing you can do about it.

There was a frog in the toilet.

2011-03-30T16:07:00.002+08:00

IN the toilet. In the bowl. Swimming around and chilling and staring up at me like, what up bitch?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH OUR SCHOOL TOILETS.

So I yelped and ran out like the little wuss I am, and Hsu-Ven was in the next stall all ASDFGHJK WHAT IS IT WHAT IS IT and she ran out too. And I'm all THERE'S A FROG. And these two juniors started laughing at me. So I said NO IT'S IN THE BLOODY JAMBAN ASDFGHJKL.

And Hsu-Ven's all FUCK NAW and she goes off to the other block to pee.

And I went to pee in a different cubicle but then I came back and looked at the frog. And the little bastard was STARING at me.

I considered flushing but that would have been cruel.

I was trying to post my story elsewhere

2011-03-29T22:21:00.005+08:00

but the site was down lol. ANd I was so semangated summore. Oh well. I'll put it here instead.

I actually posted the first chapter a while ago but I've gone and done a prologue and stuff. Yeah and here's a proper intro, then.

Sammael is the angel in charge of bringing souls from Earth to Heaven, and has been on the clock for more than six thousand years without vacation. He's overworked and underpaid, and he's finally snapped. Whisked away by his best friend/worst enemy Charon (pronounced khair-uhn), the Ferryman for the river Styx and Sam's demonic counterpart, the two abandon their jobs in favour of a holiday in Europe.

Meanwhile, there is Perpetiel, Sammael's adopted son and not the sharpest knife in the tree. Perry believes his father is dead, and with the help of not-quite-demon Kobal, he will stop at nothing to avenge his father's death (whether or not that actually happened).

All's fine and dandy for a while, but without the otherworldly deities around to do their jobs, things start to go wrong, and Earth is bearing the consequences. Enter Yang, a Chinese clairvoyant whose prophecies never come true, and the other two members of the Asian Trio; Moku, a Japanese youth cursed with terrible luck (but only on Thursdays) and the Korean man, Kim, who is a hell of a lot more trouble than he's worth. Together with their friend the ginger kid, an unfortunate student possessed by the soul of a dead Viking woman, the guys decide that it is up to them to stop the world from coming to an end.

Of course, no apocalypse would be complete without a horde of flesh-eating zombies.

The Cast

Angels

Sammael

The angel in charge of carrying souls to Heaven. An uptight, crusty old deity who takes the form of a young English gentleman. He's been around since before all this new-fangled "Iron Age" nonsense, which makes him quite senior in rank (but nobody ever listens to him). Wrongfully accused of dying.

Perpetiel

Or just plain 'Perry'. One of the younger angels, and the only one who wears jeans around Heaven. He's not the brightest, but he makes up for it in determination and good intentions. Instigator of the plan of Avenging Sammael's Death. Of course, Sam isn't actually dead, but Perry won't let that stop him.

Demons

Charon

The ferryman who carts souls across the river Styx and into the gates of Hell. He's been around longer than Sammael. Takes the form of a suave blonde in his early thirties. His job is pretty dead, so he delights in taking trips to the human world to pick up chicks, buy fashionable clothes, pretend to be French and tick off Sam as much as possible. Accused of murder, but doesn't mind it too much.

Kobal

Probably not actually a demon. His presence in Hell is a mystery, since he doesn't do much, but nobody bothered to throw him out. Quite close friends with Charon. If one did not know better, one would call him kind of "special", but that's all speculation. Nobody seems to find this strange.

Bosses

God

An obnoxious child who delights in overworking his angels and rarely listens to advice. Is extremely interested in humans and decides things on a whim, often causing disastrous consequences which have to be dealt with by His subordinates, such as famine, earthquakes and Justin Bieber.

Satan

CEO of Hell and generally a sadistic bastard. Loves His job more than any sane man should. Insists on having a life soundtrack and always has his musician following Him around. Tends to stop whatever He is doing to correct his musician's song choices.

The Devil's Musician

A violinist. Nobody has ever heard him speak.

Humans

(the Asian trio)

Yang

A Chinese clairvoyant who frequently has prophetic dreams that never come true, although that doesn't stop him from trying to warn everyone anyway. He also communicates with the dead, mostly through text messages. His biggest regret is not getting an unlimited phone plan early on in life.

Kim

An energetic young Korean who delights in messing shit up. Prefers to look at the brighter side of life (as in, "As long as someone else is suffering worse than me, I'm just fine!").

Moku

A Japanese youth cursed with terrible luck (but only on Thursdays). He doesn't know how, but Kim suggests that Moku has somehow pissed off the God of Thursdays. Moku is starting to believe this. He also suspects that the God of Mondays is angry at him too (but then again, the God of Mondays hates everyone).

and

The Ginger Kid

A suicidal ginger who laments his existence following the fateful day he ate a haunted orange, causing him to acquire the soul of a long-dead Viking woman. He now has two souls fighting over possession of his body, because let's face it, it's pretty cramped in there. The ginger kid's numerous attempts at suicide are routinely thwarted by passers-by, most of the time by accident.

The (Un)Dead

Kenny

Moku's dog. It's an unpleasant little bastard.

Helga

A soul who should have departed a long time ago, but for some reason found herself hanging around on Earth. Centuries have gone by and she is now stuck in the body of a young man, although she doesn't seem to mind this as much as he does.

The Zombie Herd

A legion of the undead forced to wander around Earth as their souls have nowhere else to go. Perpetually questing for brains, but start to get smarter as time goes by. One of them is dyslexic.

I always go to this restaurant with my dad

2011-03-29T21:25:00.001+08:00

And they serve rice with fried onions but my dad always takes his onions and dumps them on my plate because he doesn't like them

And today we went there and the waitress was someone we'd never seen before. And we asked for rice.

And then she showed up and gave me a plate with fried onions, but none for my dad.

HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN?

MIND. BLOWN.

I had tuition this morning

2011-03-27T17:38:00.002+08:00

Like I do every Sunday, for three hours, one-to-one. Long-ass class, I know.

But this time I was falling asleep at my desk because of cross-country/shopping/writing essays yesterday. And my teacher's just, :I. "You're even copying numbers from the calculator wrong.

...

OH WELL SINCE YOU'RE IN DREAMLAND, there's no point me teaching you. I'm going home an hour early. You go sleep."

Then he left.

HAHAHA I'm still weirded out, but I fell asleep after that anyway (Y)

2011-03-26T19:54:00.001+08:00

...I actually like this song a lot more than the original.

SO MUCH SPAM UGH.

2011-03-26T19:31:00.005+08:00

Kay I've done what Sofea did and gone and deleted my C-box, because I'm getting spammed like crazy. And it's not the nice porky kind of spam either. So if you wanna say something just leave me a comment.

Please comment. I have few friends.

Anyway, LOOK. LOOK AT IT.

For the love of God you NEED to click to enlarge.

THAT PIRATE. ISN'T HE JUST THE SEXIEST UGH. AND THAT FRONT PAGE IS JUST. RIDICULOUSLY PRETTY. THAT COLOUR AND THAT LITTLE BUNNY CHILD AND THAT PIRATE JUST. SOB.

You should read it from right to left by the way.

And the child is cute.

"Stop smacking my ass."

Cross-country

2011-03-26T18:46:00.003+08:00

No, it's called Road Run now isn't it? "Because we don't have any country to cross" .Yelah tu, why choose now of all times to take it seriously?

And well. How are we gonna catch up? :/

Anyway. Went out to Italiannese for the after par-tay~ The food is amazing I swear. The bruschetta. It's like having a culinary orgasm. Although there was far too much food and I felt awful wasting my pasta dish but OH GOD TOO MUCH FOOD.

Anyway, I really don't like the stuff in Asian Avenue. Too chinky for my tastes. Lolsry. But interestingly enough, there was a shop called Chino Collections. AHHA. More like China Collections amiright?

But I bought an awesome toga-type thingy from Kitschen, and then a Nefertiti/Greek necklace to go with it. I feel satisfied. I've been wanting to buy something for myself for ages, seeing as the 'rents gave me a bit of cash for the birthday. And I didn't really get any presents (except from Alina and Ain C: ILU).

OH OH SPEAKING OF PRESENTS.

Listen, Eli told me earlier today that she has a theory that things tend to work out even steven. Like, she says if something makes you sad in the morning, then something's gonna happen later that day to make you happy, to make up for the problems you had earlier. Inversely, when you've had a happy morning, something's bound to happen to make you go to sleep sad. Pretty pessimistic, no? But she swears up and down that this is true.

BUT.

Even though I had a good time today, I came home and guess what happened? I found a package addressed to me from my sisters in London, filled with late birthday presents :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Well maybe not late but it was late by the time they got here lol. Inside were-

-a plaid miniskirt (ASDFGHJKL I'VE WANTED NE OF THESE FOR SO LONG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY SISTER ACTUALLY REMEMBERED)

-a smokey-eye makeup kit

-two bangles

-earrings

-a card with a super long message signed by her AND the French Boyfriend (who now refers to himself as Uncle Lou Lou, HAHA)

SEE? Things only got better when I got home. So Eli's theory is proven false!

Oh lord, my parents say the skirt's too short HAHA. I don't care, I'm going to wear it anyway. Oh, and my mother is going out to dinner so she wants me to do her some smokey eyes. Hahaha what. I have no idea how this is going to turn out.

EDIT:: It looks better on me. Oh well. She wears glasses, you won't see her eyes anyway.

So my day was pretty awesome and Eli is wrong :D

EDIT:: Waitaminute.

I was disappointed earlier today with Kuning's results wasn't I.

Crap.

You win this round, Eli.

Post-its

2011-03-25T21:25:00.000+08:00

I see what you did there. I see it. :D

ILU.

Oh speaking of POSTS mine is like at 303 right now. Hahaha unintentional bandname I don't like okay bye.

My blogger's acting up.

2011-03-24T21:11:00.002+08:00

Oh well. Here, have an interesting analogy I wrote.

I think romance is a lot like smoking pot. Like, the first time you experience it, it's overwhelming and you have to fight the urge to gag and retch. But after you force yourself past the first inhale, then you start getting all warm and giddy and light-headed, and pretty soon you're addicted. And of course, prolonged use will probably lead to brain damage, but then again you'd probably have to be slightly brain damaged anyway to want to try pot/romance in the first place. And all the while, you'll be surrounded by nice, sensible people who refuse to get involved with pot or romance, but by the time they try to talk some sense into you, you're already all DUDE YOU GOTTA TRY THIS SHIT IT'S AWESOME.

And of course there's the part when you realise this pot/romance addiction isn't good for you and you try to go cold turkey, and you become unstable and insane. HAHA.

Also I found some really cool similes that I intend to use in the near future.

-the foam floated across the water, working its way serenely down the river exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

-he was as tall as a six foot three inch tree.

-the two lovers didn't know it, but their trains were bringing them closer and closer to their destiny even though they had never met, like a pair of hummingbirds who had also never met.

This is Awesome

2011-03-23T21:13:00.002+08:00

Hi Judy.

Oh Lord

2011-03-22T21:37:00.004+08:00

That Rhetorical Analysis of Rebecca Black's is just amazing.

Anyway, speaking of amazing literature (HAHA) I was actually reading about something just now. It's written by a girl about a gay boy named Arthur, in an English village, who meets an American boy and falls in love with him. Adn they do share a few kisses and things despite the fact that the American keeps getting girlfriends, but Arthur's all, "don't worry, it's not gay. It's not so bad. You like me, right?" But you know it's in a village, so when it comes out that he's gay shit pretty much hits the fan.

So Arthur's getting bullied pretty fiercely, but he's got this friend Scott who knows what it feels like to be bullied for your sexuality, although Scott doesn't really have it as bad because he's bi, not actually gay, and plus he's tall/muscular/good-looking so people respect him. Arthur isn't, so the guys are merciless to him but Arthur decides to be quiet about it and take it like a man, because he doesn't want to worry Scott or ruin Scott's reputation. So he stays strong, which is really cool.

That's not the important bit really, but I was just reading the latest chapter and it's actually gone and struck a chord with me. I mean I felt sorry for Arthur and all that because he was being bullied, but at one point he was sitting in a bathroom stall waiting for the bullies to stop pounding on the door and just leave already, when one of them starts reading aloud from a poem Arthur wrote (because they stole his notepad earlier):

" 'Crucial, I tell you! Looking into his blue eyes as I wish to drink dreams from his lips. Him! You ask. This should be about you, what is important about you. I tell you; he is!' " A shudder ran down my spine as I started to recognize the words. My eyes slowly widened. This couldn't be- " 'A lovesick puppy I am not, neither puppy nor lovesick strike me as quite fitting words for me. No, I am neither. What I am is Arthur, not a simple gender or sexuality stuck on a body, but eyes, a nose and lips as well. And a heart! I bear it in my chest, though you can't see it, and it's beating, harshly, making me strive to hunt him down. He! He is American dreams. I! I am an English village-' really, Arthur? American dreams?" "

I'm not really a fan of poetry but oh well. Anyway the thing is they guessed that the poem was written about the American boy (Alfred) and happily ran off to show it to him. And Arthur is mortified; he comes out of the bathroom a little later and sees Alfred standing there all, "we need to talk."

And Alfred basically accuses Arthur of deceiving him, but Arthur plainly tells him that he didn't force Alfred into anything, Alfred kissed him because he liked him and he was only fooling himself yada yada. And Alfred indirectly admits he really does like Arthur, but then tells him that he really likes being popular so he can't be known as gay, and basically ends their friendship.

And Arthur spends the day crying about it, but later on he follows Scott to the cafe they go to to listen to people read out their poetry. And Arthur gets on for the first time, with a brand new poem.

" "I!" I said into the microphone as I got on stage, "what is most important about me?" I made a short pause. I could feel everyone looking at me, and I caught the sight of two grey, shining eyes in the crowd . Staring at me, fascinated. A guy I had never seen before, but who still managed to make my heart skip a beat as he smiled at me. "What's most important, I ask," I said, and then I smiled back: "Well, I am. Me in every shape, bent over backward and rolled up in bed, in the colour red when angry or blue when sad. I am most important. Add neither she nor he to it. There's only one letter in I, and from now on I plan on enjoying that fact fully." "

I dunno. You probably don't really care but that last bit made me smile. Maybe Arthur's gonna pull through after all.

Ah, the beginning's really cute by the way. It involves an eleven-year-old Alfred showing up on Arthur's front lawn, claiming this land as American territory and sticking a flag into Arthur's shoe :)

Geez, so much drama over a fictional character. What's wrong with me exactly? HAHAH.

Post #300!

2011-03-18T19:18:00.005+08:00

It's like a dream come true, I've reached another on hundred :'D NOT LIKE ANYONE READS THIS OH WELL.

For this special occasion, allow us to explore the realm of TV Tropes!

They're basically like every single stereotype/classification you can find in media. Hey, look, an example!

Cultured Badass

"You have no dignity!"

"Let's fight... like gentlemen."

—Dudley, Street Fighter

In most media, the average Badass is usually a hairy-knuckled brawler unfamiliar with the finer things in life. But not this guy. Like his Trope-brother the Cultured Warrior, the Cultured Badassknows how to be sophisticated, is an expert on gourmet food and art, and knows just how to behave himself at a formal affair. In short, he knows how to be a gentleman.

But he also knows how to be a Badass. Just because he enjoys La Bohème and can tell the difference between a bottle of 1938 Moët et Chandon and a bottle of 1941 Moët et Chandon just from the ~~taste~~ sound of it being poured doesn't mean he's harmless. Get on his bad side and you will live to regret it if you are lucky. (If you're unlucky, you won't live at all.)

Similar to Cultured Warrior, except he's not in the military (though he might be a veteran). Sometimes he's a Badass Bookworm, though not necessarily. Sometimes he's a Warrior Poet, though often there's nothing spiritual about his love of culture... he just likes the finer things. When he's evil, he's Wicked Cultured and when he's nice (and not Affably Evil), he's a Gentleman And A Scholar.

Why is my C-box all the way down there?

2011-03-18T19:18:00.001+08:00

They say if you lick someone's elbow when they're not looking, they won't notice.

2011-03-14T01:02:00.001+08:00

I licked Hsu-Ven's elbow when she wasn't looking.

She didn't notice.

She hates me now though.

Totally worth it.

Japan.

2011-03-11T21:49:00.001+08:00

OHMYGOD AHAHAH LOOK WHAT EVA FOUND

2011-03-10T21:14:00.001+08:00

Yeah in case you're wondering where my cbox went it's at the bottom for some reason.

2011-03-10T21:10:00.001+08:00

My birthday was uneventful.

I stayed at home and ate pizza.

Please somebody go out with me.

-foreveralone-

I was talking to an American friend of mine

2011-03-08T20:19:00.003+08:00

and she said something that was really depressing. And a wake-up call, really. Be prepared for MASSIVE wall of text.

"Jeez, jeez, alright, you win. Your country is def shittier than mine. But bro, it's not like I don't have financial problems. When I get out of high school I'll probably get a full-time job for a few years to be able to get enough money to go to college. And I'm having doubts as to whether college is really worth hauling ass for 3+ years because, let's face it, I'll probably end up in a dead-end job as an accountant or a creepy old guy's secretary or something. Since my brother is older, he'll use most of our 'college fund' which isn't that much anyway. He's already got like two jobs. I'm not trying to sound all BOO HOO I'M SUCH A POOR LITTLE AMERICAN because, nope, I'm financially on par with the people around here, many of whom won't have a chance to go to college because they'll either OD on cocaine, get their asses shot, or die of an STD. The ones who aren't dirt poor have about as much money as my family, but instead of working to better themselves (but I'm being a hypocrite because I don't do much to help my situation except study and do my work but, hey, at least I didn't get pregnant at eleven so there's that), they're doing drugs, or riding with gangs, or acting like fucking pimps and whores. They just don't give a shit about what they do or where their actions will get them and it pisses me off how they just throw away the decent education that's handed to them on a goddamn silver platter when there are kids like you in third-world countries with little to no hope of succeeding (not that you won't succeed because you're a badass and you can do anything ;v; ) and ARGH it's just aggravating having to see them do that shit. OH MAN LOL AS I WAS TYPING THIS, THE NEWS WAS ON, AND THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW MY HIGH SCHOOL WAS 'OUT OF CONTROL'. T'WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS. Remember that fight I was talking about? Apparently, like seven or eight kids got arrested and like forty-three got suspended. Dumb fuckers ruining their lives just to make themselves seem tough to their homies and bitches. OI OI I AM ONE OF THOSE REALLY FUCKING STUPID AMERICANS YOU KNOW. I'm just not a imbecile when it comes to earning my share in this world."

Man, doesn't that make you feel shitty? All we think of America as being is like, the place you go to when you die if you're really good and eat all your vegetables. To us America is basically made up of Texas, New York and California amiright? But as much as we look up to them, they've got their own shit to deal with.

Sigh, that's depressing.

2011-03-07T21:47:00.002+08:00

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Hello.

Stranger: hi :D

Stranger: do you like hearts? <3

You: Depends.

You: How old are they?

Stranger: oh

Stranger: like a few seconds now

You: Young enough for me.

Stranger: perfect! =D

You: Yes. Perfect.

You: By the way.

You: Do you sleep with the windows open?

Stranger: only in summer

You: I'll find another way to get in then.

You: See you <3

KEPANASAN BAGAIKAN API NERAKA

2011-03-07T21:35:00.001+08:00

Hello, I haven't don my homework.

I told myself I'd stop all this slacking off but really, the outside world just appeals to me more. Specifically when I have things to do. Right now, for instance, I want to make a kurma.

Did you know, according to US statistics, one in 20 people lives next to a pedophile.

Not me, I live next to a stunning pair of seven-year-olds.

More random shizz

2011-02-25T21:04:00.003+08:00

Here's a couple of words I really hate. Truly, and indeed. Naw, I don't hate them per se but I hate the way people use them. People, kids especially, like to use them in essays. It just doesn't sound natural. Nobody says indeed unless they're trying to be all cool and British (indeed, old chap) but when you say things like,"it was indeed a wonderful experience" it makes you sound like an advertisement. As though you're putting on a bit of a better front when it comes to your essays.

I don't want to come off as a know-it-all, but personally speaking I enjoy essays far more if you write them the way you think. No going back in your head and trying to come up with big words just to sound verbose. Writing essays for school shouldn't have to be too different from writing letters to your friends, right? Without the cursewords and "lah"s and shit la, but you get what I mean.

Ah, I don't know. Maybe I'm just being an old woman again. I swear I was born 100 years old.

Also my nose randomly started running during lunch. Lol. Good thing I was alone.

Random shizznits

2011-02-25T20:59:00.003+08:00

Remember this guy? He's Count von Count from Sesame Street. He's the guy that deals with numbers and teaches kids how to count. Therefore, he's called the Count. Get it?

Anyway, his name is a cute little pun. Count, like Count Dracula, and he likes to count as well. But most people don't realise that this fella's actually pretty accurate when it comes to folklore.

Forget everything you've read in Twilight for a moment (preferably forever). According to original folklore, vampires had major OCD when it came to counting things. They'd count obsessively, especially when it came to little things like grains of rice. In fact, legend has it you can distract a vampire by tossing a handful of beads/rice/sand/whatever you can find at it, because he'll feel compelled to stop and count exactly how many there are. If a vampire's after you, dumping this shit in his coffin will pretty much keep you safe because if you did a good enough job, he'll be stuck in his coffin counting away all the way until sunrise, and you'd be long gone by then.

Sesame Street got it right, eh? (Y)

Doth thou knowest

2011-02-16T20:25:00.005+08:00

Every time I sign into this blog I end up rick-rolling myself :'D

FML to the max. The day before yesterday was NOT a good day. First I lost my awesome post-its, which where not only awesomely coloured but also half-finished, damn you junior who helped yourself to them when you found them (I mean I would never do that, geez). Then got my period in school and bocor-ed all over the place ASDFGHJKL so embarrassing. Especially since it was a teacher who told me. She called me Lilo *facepalm* it's okay, I'll take it as a compliment because Lilo's hot. ANYWAY went for lit, came back, found out that the Serambi roof actually leaks. WHAT A PERFECT TIME FOR A THUNDERSTORM HAHAH THANKS A LOT GOD. Didn't open my bag because I was afraid of what I would find.

\AND THEN THE NEXT DAY WENT OUT TO BUY CLOTHES, all the ones I could afford looked like shit (seriously, I hate Cotton On/Forever 21/ shitty mainstream stores all the kids like nowadays) and all the ones I DID like were worth about three months' allowance per item.

AND THEN MY FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND SHOWED UP AND GAVE HER A ROSE AND I FOLLOWED BEHIND FOREVER ALONE LOLOLOL. Fuck you, I'll hold my own hand.

I WANT BOYFRIEND.

Lol test in two weeks, but I just bought three new books and am beginning a fourth. I don't intend to do much after Shorts is over. Watch me fail spectacularly.

IT'S OKAY I HAVE MY FATHER'S BLESSING.

2011-02-13T16:10:00.002+08:00

IF CHINESE DINOSAURS HAD CHINESE ACCENTS THEN THEY'D BE ALL LIKE "RLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALRW"

2011-02-13T00:28:00.001+08:00

Shahiraaaaaaah

2011-02-12T22:25:00.001+08:00

Idk because you're the only one that reads my blog and Ain's in Zimbabwe so.

Dude, I don't know if you realise but EVERYONE we know has a tendency to act kinda dumb even if we're not. Case in point, the blog post right below this. It's prolly just habit because we're comfortable around each other. I mean I know I act all polite and shit in front of strangers but I sound like a hooligan when I'm talking to you. And forget about intelligent and well thought-out, do we ever say anything clever to one another? I think not. So stop being silly because we're completely used to you being an idiot, just like how you're used to us.

So self-conscious. Remind me to smack some sense into you when I see you.

OMG OMG OMG

2011-02-12T22:14:00.001+08:00

LOL YOU KNOW WHAT.

I was thinking about dinosaurs. I can't remember why but I was. Anyway I was thinking that dinosaurs woulda been pretty much in every part of the world. Then I wondered if you got different species o dinosaurs depending on where you go. You probably did. Then I wondered what dinosaur noises sounded like. Then I wondered whether they have awesome speech patterns, in dino-speak.

SO LIKE, DO YOU THINK DINOSAURS FROM CHINA HAD CHINESE ACCENTS? LOLOLOLOL.

SERIOUSLY, THINK ABOUT IT ASDFGHJKL;'.

Dammit Sha

2011-02-06T22:33:00.002+08:00

Why'd you have to go and burst my bubble like that?

Okay okay fair enough it's true that boys get clingy and awful guh. I have a solution to that. I want a MAN :'D

Lol ew that makes it sound like I'm going to become some underage perempuan simpanan lololol. But still, at least my dude would be able to buy me lots of nice things. And he'd be super mature and shit (Y)(Y) I'm keeping my options open HAHA.

Anyway I just watched a really nice movie although I can't remember the title. 'S got Ricky Gervais in it, I love that British bastard :'D It was about how he died for seven minutes on an operating table, but the doctors managed to bring him back to life. Unfortunately he's now able to see ghosts, and there's this one in particular that's stalking him. It's adorable and not-at-all cheesy, surprisingly. Okay maybe it's a LITTLE cheesy but it's tolerable. Take it from me (Y)

Bleh had several in-depth conversations about what to do after SPM. I just want this year to be over so I can go to college already. Geez.

Oh.

2011-02-02T15:23:00.000+08:00

I did bake the cookies, though.

FFFFFFFFFFFF SHAHIRAH

2011-02-02T15:13:00.002+08:00

I SHARE YOUR SENTIMENTS.

But I'm not so picky. Someone to accept me for my nerdy self while simultaneously being quiet and not looking like the back end of a donkey sudah. Also must be nice enough la I guess. And at least somewhat funny. Dry humour like mine idk.

I will end up like that Liz Lemon on 30 rock who says the universe is pushing her to "at least settle". IT'S OKAY, I'll bake lots of cookies and junk and try to attract some guys. BUT WHAT IF I END UP ATTRACTING FAT GUYS FFFFFFFF A HORDE OF OBESE PEOPLE AND POSSIBLY SMALL KIDS FOLLOWING ME AROUND DO NOT WANT.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFForever alone.

BOYFRIEND

Y U NO EXIST?

My biggest regret

2011-01-31T21:50:00.002+08:00

My biggest regret is ever giving you up. I let you down, I run around and deserted you. I made you cry. I said goodbye. Not only that, I told a lie. I hurt you.

-rickrolled-

My cousin's birthday was yesterday

2011-01-30T22:19:00.001+08:00

That little bastard, I love him :'D

Anyway he's fourteen and he had these friends over. Two of whom are in Sri Aman. And I walked in the door and the first thing I hear is, "GASP, KALPANINJA!"

So I look around like lolwhut and there's a junior whispering (rather loudly) to her friend. So I said hi and stuff and I was all, "yeah I think I've seen you guys before" actually not really HAHA what to do.

I'm a celebrity (Y) Not really.

I want boyfriend.

-foreveralone-

I don't love you, Shahirah.

2011-01-29T12:09:00.001+08:00

The fact that we were once married proves nothing.

DEM EARS

2011-01-29T11:47:00.002+08:00

HUUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH

HUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNF

DFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

ASDSFGHNOJOUGIHJN

I WANT ONE.

BUNNEHS.

CANNOT NOT REBLOG

2011-01-27T19:16:00.000+08:00

Guys, I’m fucking sick of this. I’m almost 20 and haven’t been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that’ll hire high school graduates. I’d get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I’ve failed every damn test I’ve ever taken. I’m socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she’s athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it’s like; I’ve been friend zoned real hard. She’s my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I’m pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he’s the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all fucking worse is that I live in a fucking pineapple under the sea.

Things Rick Astley would never do

2011-01-26T19:50:00.001+08:00

a) Give you up

b) Let you down

c) Run around

d) Hurt you

e) All of the above.

2011-01-25T21:18:00.003+08:00

Students sitting for the SPM examination are analogous to a cow, as this examination assesses the ability of students to swallow and regurgitate information. Subjects can be easily passed by memorizing the entire textbook without actually understanding anything.

While other international examinations are increasing in standard every year, the SPM examination has shown a steady decline compared from 70s and 80s until today. The reason is simple, if the standard is lowered, more students will be able to score As. This would appear as if Malaysians are getting smarter every year; credits to the government for this ingenious plan.

For example, take a look at actual questions for SPM Math:

1960s - The equation 3x^2+px+120=0, where p >0 has roots α and β. α-β=3. Evaluate the value of p and (αβ)^2. Hence, calculate the third derivative of y=3x^2+px+120.

1980s - The quadratic equation x^2+px+q=0 has roots -2 and 6. Find the value of (p+q), hence, form a quadratic equation with roots p, q

2000s - A quadratic equation has the roots 2 and 3. State the sum of 2 and 3.

2020 - If the number 2 were a color, would you like that color? Why?

The SPM has 6 compulsory subjects: Malay, substandard English, 'Modern' Math, Immoral Education, PseudoScience and Fabricated History.

2011-01-22T19:15:00.002+08:00

England, also known as Once-Great Britain (and periodically as ENG-A-LUUUNNND!!!!, from the Old Germanic term for "pissed football hooligans") refers to the place Chris Columbus told everyone he was from when he invented America, the land of the free. Most of their dialect tends to comprise of "Mm, quite!", "Spot on, old chap!", "Ah, jolly good!" or some variant. We have yet to comment on this, though, as we feel that they may be making fun of us, so we usually laugh nervously and look the other way, or change the subject.

England has been invaded at various points throughout its history. Fortunately, every invader mysteriously became English when they took over, thus leaving England undefeated. It has had nearly as many wars in its history as America has had in the last 10 years! This shows England could be considered to be a war-mongering country, but we all know really it was always someone else's fault. Those unarmed tribesmen looked at us in a funny way.

Many of the battles throughout England's history consist of a great army of tribesmen armed with very sharp sticks and pieces of fruit. Facing this terrible foe are the completely outnumbered and outgunned English who only have machine guns, artillery and tanks to defend themselves with, yet they can still emerge triumphant.

The currency of England is the Crumpet, with smaller currency being Scones and Biscuits. 8 crumpets are worth around one US dollar, depending on the price of olive oil. Many outspoken Chavs have spoken (well at least tried to) out against the crumpet, since they're not posh enough to use this currency. They'd much rather have beer. The other choice for currency is the pound, which is a beating typically delivered with the hands, feet and teeth. Traditional advocates of the pound suggest that while everyone can be beaten within an inch of their life, not everyone is able to procure a crumpet. Chavs have taken this a step further and just beat you and run off with your stuff. Some people think the Euro is actually the currency but these people don't know that England is not part of Europe so that would never happen.

10 Scones are worth 1 biscuit.
5 Biscuits are worth 1 crumpet.
1 Crumpet is worth...erm, 1 crumpet.

So, if a hot crumpet in Mrs Miggin's Tea-Shop costs 4 crumpets and I have 356 biscuits in my wallet, what day is it in France?

EditIt is common knowledge that England invented all sports. It is also common knowledge that if the sport turns out to be any good, then England immediately become rubbish at it. England's national sport should not be confused with its religion, football. Its actual national sport is Tiddlywinks.

Friday is British Accent day. I'm doing Scottish.

Okay so here's the thing

2011-01-17T20:32:00.001+08:00

I don't understand suicide attempts. Not suicide per se, but suicide ATTEMPTS. They puzzle me.

I mean, you fail at everything in life, you fail at getting a job, a girlfriend, any cash, fail at moving out of your parents' house, fail at school, fail at Warcraft, so you decide to end your life, right?

But then, you fail at that too.

I mean that's pretty lame. What do you do with a person like that?

OTL

2011-01-16T10:59:00.001+08:00

http://www.howisbabbyformed.com/

Secretary for Rumah Kuning?

2011-01-15T14:30:00.002+08:00

Oh God. Oh GOD. Do you people even know who you've voted for?

But the teacher's really nice, she's trying to convince me to stay. She's even letting me go home early since I live in Klang and shit. I mean, I dunno. I don't really mind doing this I guess, because it's a secretarial job, but qofbwligbw I talked to my driver and she says that five o'clock is when the jam starts, and the way she described it it was horrible. I really don't want to have to get stuck in that.

But she says to give it a try, and so this Monday I'll be staying back until five to see how it goes. If it's all good, I'll ask to make yellow house meetings earlier, like at four so I can attend at least an hour instead of a measly half-hour.

And what's making me want to be able to do this is the fact that the captains are all my friends. You know, the secretaries this year are cool shit. Me, Eli, Nik and Lilo (Y) Nice one, bro.

Ah, and another problem. I haven't told my parents yet. My mother will flip when she finds out. She was very adamant about not wanting me to join anything this year, go to school, study, come home. End of story. Well except for lit because lit is important but nyeah.

I like lit. It's the only subject I'm good at. Which is why I cannot relate to those who want to drop it.

I doubt my mom will mind so much actually, when I finally get around to telling her. After all if it works out I'll only be staying back one extra day, right? Not like she has to pick me up or anything since I've got an awesomesauce driver driver now, but yeah.

The only thing that worries me is that I'll be staying back ever single day until Shorts is over. Bloody tiring. My friends are awesome and I love them, and they're being really co-operative and shit which makes things so much easier, but GUH. I spend twelve hours a day in school-mode. Literally twelve hours. Wake up at five thirty, get home at five thirty. I'm so tired.

But it's okay, it's only for another four weeks. A month. And my friends are suffering with me. That makes it better, right? :D

See, I'm going to stay fun to work with. I won't turn into a scary dragon-lady director person thing.

You know, yesterday, I tried to get into my house because my parents weren't back from work yet, and the key wouldn't turn. And I sat outside for like forty-five minutes waiting for someone to come back and let me in.

And then I finally figured out that I was turning the key the wrong way. OTL

Good thing I finally figured it out, because my dad only showed up around seven.

And then I took medication because I think I'm catching something, but I forgot the stuff makes you drowsy so I conked out around nine o'clock and had no time to do anything even though it's Friday, the day Iv'e been waiting for all week.

FML to the max.

Aku yang bergaya

2011-01-11T22:04:00.001+08:00

Chooi Fun: EH! I think I'm gonna private my blog from now on.

Self: Why?

Fun: Got people stalk me. Somebody Googled my blog, you know? "Yee Chooi Fun's blog".

Self: ...I Googled you.

Fun: What.

Self: I didn't know what your blog was called so I Googled it.

*facepalm*

Hoho.

2011-01-10T21:58:00.000+08:00

She loves us.

If you type "google gravity" on Google and hit I'm Feeling Lucky...

2011-01-10T20:31:00.004+08:00

The entire page loses its gravity and you get to play with it!

Sung to the tune of "Bad Romance" by Lady Pasta.

2011-01-10T20:02:00.003+08:00

[Intro]

Pa-pa-pa-a-sta,

Roma- tomaytah

Garlic, oh-la-la!

I'm so delicious.

[Verse]

Forget spaghetti, I want linguine,

Give me fucili, penne, or zini,

Riviolli

Gnocchi or tortellini...

[Bridge]

Fettucine alfredo...

Angel hair al pesto...

And top it off with some chicken parm...

[Chorus]

JUST BOIL ME UP AND STIR ME ONCE IN A WHILE

AS YOU HEAT UP SOME SAUCE IN A PAN

Yummy~

OR DON'T ADD SAUCE AND USE BUTTER INSTEAD

YOU CAN EAT ME COMPLETELY BLAND

Yummy-yummy-yu-u-u-u-meeee, yummy,

You can eat me strand by strand,

Taaaaaaaaaaaaasty, taaaaasty,

I won't tell if your sauce is canned.

[End]

Pa-a-pa-a-sta,

Roma-tomaytah,

Garlic, ooh la la!

I'm so delicious.

2011-01-08T21:46:00.001+08:00

Look at this fancy ass hipster bitch.

This bitch is so hipster, I can’t even break down this shit.

He’s got a tiny ass hat sitting in the middle of his yellow as fuck hair.

His hair’s looking like fucking — I don’t know. Like Moses parted that shit and put a little ass hat in the middle.

That hat has no fucking purpose so you know this bitch is ironic as fuck.

His eyes are half opened.

So clearly this bitch is high. All the god damn time.

He’s got his little ass hands on his little ass waist, just like “look at me bitch, I’m cool as shit.”

His head fucking looks like Stewie from Family Guy. And this was before Family Guy was even made. Bitch is so avant garde and shit.

Then all you non hipster bitches think this is a skirt?

The fuck? A skirt?

Bitch. Best believe that’s a sweater thrown over a goddamn plaid tunic.

Bitch is so fucking avant garde and shit.

AND he’s wearing the scenester blue tights and black moccasins.

Bitch.

Look.

Just…

You wish you were as hipster and as too cool for school as this bitch.

That’s why he’s got them hater ass bitches like Helga all over him.

And a Grandpa that looks like he’s got balls for a chin.

Cause they’re all baller bitches.

Hohoho

2011-01-08T21:32:00.002+08:00

Well I've been updating a lot lately haven't I? :'D

Seriously, what is there to talk about? Nothing. I miss those days when I used to blog almost every day and get lots of comments (not like I'm hinting or anything, you know) and back then I used to be INTERESTING.

But you know, Form Five is not getting off to a good start. I mean it's not bad or anything, but I suppose I was expecting something more. I mean, FORM FIVE, GASP, SPM YEAR, LAST YEAR OF SCHOOL BLA BLA BLA but I don't know. I don't feel much.

I mean other than this burning rage at the fact that I'm stuck at the back of class AGAIN because some people were bloody kiasu enough to put fucken SITCKERS on the seats in front to book them, padahal I come to school at like 6:45 and Ain isn't eve back from Capetown and she's sitting in front of me. The injustice of it all makes me want to burn things.

And I just spelled put as fut and Google Chrome didn't correct me. What the hell is a fut?

Oh, wait.

Acronym	Definition
FUT	Futures
FUT	Fucosyltransferase
FUT	Followup-To (newsgroups)
FUT	Follicular Unit Transplant
FUT	Fiber Under Test
FUT	Friendly User Trials
FUT	Federal Unemployment Tax
FUT	Forschung Und Technik (German)
FUT	Faceless Ugly Teddy (cartoon character)
FUT	Fixed Umbilical Tower
FUT	Facilities Utilities Team
FUT	Functional Unit Test
FUT	Fuel Usage Takeback
FUT	Functional User Training

Fut, an exclamatory term to describe nearly anything, or simply as an exclamation.

NOT a substitute for the eff-word.

Can be used to get attention from friends or others, can be said; Fut, Futting, FUT-UH, mmmmmmmmmmmFUT.

(Zach sees John across the room)
Zach: Uh, yo. FUT! (Gets Johns attention)
John: Hey Zach, hows it going?

Brandon: Yo, last night was futting insane.
Mike: Yeah, I can't believe you hooked up with that DONKEY.

OH MEIN GOTT

2010-12-29T18:07:00.001+08:00

You remember that post I made about that teeny weeny country called Sealand?

MY SECOND SON SHOWED ME THIS

http://www.sealandgov.org/shop.html

I'm trying to convince my parents to make me a Baroness for my birthday.

NaNo

2010-12-17T22:57:00.001+08:00

To answer Sofea's question, I give you THIS.

Chapter one

Autumn in the city of New York is unlike autumn anywhere else.

In other places, like in England for example, autumn is a time of slow movement and taking things easy. Even in nature, autumn is the time in which an entire hemisphere prepares for winter. Plants, animals and people start putting aside necessities in preparation for a long, long bout of cold.

In New York, however, things remain just as busy as they are all year round. Hustle and bustle do not in any way cease. Experts have said that nothing short of a legion of the undead would be able to stop your average New Yorker from trudging the streets, hurrying to work and fighting for seats in the subway like every other day in his or her life. In fact, the spirit of New York is so strong that even if a hypothetical legion of the undead were to suddenly populate the earth, there would still be people running around swearing and buying hotdogs. The only difference would be that these people would, in fact, be zombies.

The tenth of October was a day typical of the city. Uncaring of the stunning backdrop of red and brown leaves, busy people hurried back and forth down one of New York’s main streets.

Only one person stood still in the middle of the throng. A man was standing near the entrance of a building, evidently waiting for someone. He was young, dark-haired and currently quite bored. He observed the crowd of people moving almost as a single unit, pausing once in a while to adjust his spectacles. Nobody but this man seemed to notice that there was a hundred dollar bill lying on the ground.

He did not know it, but there were two people standing closer to him than he would have liked.

“Go on, take the money,” one whispered seductively, leaning in quite close to the man’s ear. The one who had spoken was a handsome blonde in his early thirties. He had a voice like black velvet, coated in a slight French accent. Deep blue eyes scanned the crowd for any sign that another person had spotted the cash, and he pulled back the sleeve of his Armani suit to take a look at his watch. “Mon dieu, hurry up and take it already. I don’t have all day.”

The other figure pursed his lips in annoyance. “No, don’t take the money. Go hand it to that nice police officer over there. Go on, he’s less than twelve feet away. Do something nice.” Unlike his counterpart, this man stuck out in the crowd like a monk in a casino. He was dressed in what looked like a Greek toga, and had a pair of wings inexplicably attached to his back. It was a good thing that he was currently being invisible to the eyes of humans, otherwise he would not only have been stared at, but might possibly have been arrested as well. It had happened before, after all, and it was the kind of experience he would rather not repeat. Jail was not fun.

He waved his wand threateningly at the other. “Sod off, Charon. You’re a terrible influence. Go fall in a ditch or something.”

Charon sniffed haughtily, straightening up and running a hand through silky blonde locks. “Ange. I understand that I am making you uncomfortable. I am, unfortunately, very handsome and charming, and every moment you spend with me must be torture because you are, naturally, attracted to me. However, I’m afraid I have a job to do, being a high-ranking demon and everything. Spreading little acts of evil is something I must so, regardless of how badly you might want to take me to bed.”

The angel let out a very rude, and very undignified snort. “Wanker. The only thing I want to do to you in bed is suffocate you with a pillow. And you aren’t high-ranking at all. All you do is ferry people around in that oversized boat of yours.”

Charon waved a hand noncommittally. “You say that, but in truth I am even more senior in my workplace than you are in yours, although you are the one who acts like an old man. Besides, you share the exact same job as I do. All you do is bring souls to Heaven. It is not as though you are an archangel or anyone important.”

The angel, Sammael, scowled. “It’s not my fault I haven’t gotten a promotion in millennia. My bleeding git of a boss hates me. I don’t see why, I’m the only one who actually does any work around Heaven. Nearly two thousand years I’ve been carrying people through the gates of Heaven. Do I ever get a thank you? A pat on the back? A ‘good work, Sam’? If that isn’t bad enough, I’m forced to go around trying to make people do good like some sort of intern. It’s not fair.”

Charon smiled in a way that made Sammael want to punch his face in. Instead, he settled for a pointed glare as Charon reached out a hand to pat him on the shoulder. “There, there, my poorly-dressed friend. Not everyone can be as successful as I am. Perhaps one day people will start to respect you in the workplace. I suggest hitching your toga up a little higher and exposing more skin.”

“And you think that’ll work, do you?”

“It would certainly grab my attention.”

“Git.” Sammael knocked Charon’s hand off his shoulder, disgusted, and turned back to the human he had been trying to persuade to do the right thing.

“Look, you, I’d go off and find another human to harass but the truth is there’s nobody else I can think of right now. I’m starting to lose my patience. Take the money and go hand it to that police officer right now, or I will be forced to materialize right in front of you and shove my wand where the sun don’t shine.”

Unsurprisingly, the human did nothing. Sammael sighed and put his head in his hands. Charon shook his head sympathetically. “He cannot hear you like that, ange. You have to talk to his subconscious. You know that.”

The angel huffed and ran a hand through dirty blonde hair, upsetting the position of his halo slightly. “Bugger this. He’s not listening to either one of us. Look at that, he’s leaving. Just walking away, ignoring the money. He didn’t even have the decency to pick a side. What is the world coming to?”

He sighed and sat down on the sidewalk, barely flinching as unsuspecting humans walked right through him. Charon made himself comfortable next to him, mindful of any stains that could possibly get onto his suit. He also sighed, and cupped his chin in his palm.

“Now what?”

“I don’t know,” said the angel miserably. This was not the first time he had been ignored. Oh, sure, he had been rejected in favour of a demon before, several times in fact (and it always did seem to be the same demon), but it never used to be like this. Humans had never just walked off without even contemplating the choice between good or evil.

“It is only recent that humans have started becoming like this, non?” asked the demon, voice devoid of its usual smugness. “It’s like they have just decided not to bother with anything anymore. Angels have good, demons have evil, but humans have come up with something entirely their own. Indifference.”

“We’re outdated.” Sammael stared blankly ahead. He had known this for a long time, of course. He was not stupid, after all. The signs were all there. Humans did not need them. Nobody even gave a second thought to the questions of good and evil. They just didn’t care. Angels and demons were becoming obsolete.

“This is bollocks,” he mumbled, allowing himself to fall flat on his back, arms spread out on the pavement. His halo fell off and rolled away somewhere. Charon got up and went to go look for it. He returned a minute later, polishing the mistreated accessory on his sleeve, and offered it back to Sammael. He didn’t take it.

“I suppose it would have happened sooner or later,” said the demon, spinning the little golden hoop around his finger absentmindedly. “We’re running out of things to do. Our work is not important anymore. Even so...”

“Hmm?” The angel turned his head slightly.

“Even so, we are still put to work.”

Sammael let out a short bark of laughter. “That’s true. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I shouldn’t have any work to do. I should have retired decades ago. But my boss still makes me do everything He’s too lazy to do Himself. Do you know I pick up the morning coffee for everyone at work? I don’t even like coffee.”

“At least you have something to do,” responded the demon bitterly. “What am I? I’m a ferryman. All day, every day, I sit in a ferry and take people across the river Styx. Back and forth on that excuse for a waterway. Do you know how boring it is? Every passenger on that boat is dead. Dead people are no fun to talk to. There aren’t even any pretty girls to entertain. They’re all too terrified of the idea of Hell. I only have one person to talk to, and that’s Kobal. And the ferry doesn’t actually ever go to Hell except once a day. Once a day I have to work. The rest of the time I am left to wander around Earth trying to find entertainment. That gets very boring after three thousand years. And at the times when I am in Hell, I am constantly having to kick stowaways off board.”

“Stowaways? You mean there are actually people trying to sneak into Hell?”

The demon shrugged nonchalantly. “People trying to rescue loved ones and such. You know that saying, ‘going through Hell and back’? Apparently some people take that seriously. I don’t see why. It’s Hell. It is not as though Hell is a great vacation spot or anything. ‘Come to Hell, the weather’s always warm!’ Pure folly. Although even that does not happen much lately. Romanticism, I think, is a thing of the past.”

“And to make things worse, I hear the fares for transport are going down,” said the angel, fiddling with a loose thread on his toga. The demon nodded mournfully. “Oui. My pay is not what it used to be. It’s my boss’s fault, He’s had this idea to commercialize everything. Or at least that’s what He says, I think He’s just cutting my pay to mess with me. You know what He’s like.”

“Mhmm. It’s no wonder He got fired from Heaven. I applaud Him for going off and starting His own thing, though. It’s good for him. My boss is a pain in the rump.”

A silence settled between them for about a minute. It was one of those times when Charon forgot to be arrogant, and Sammael forgot to be vindictive.

The demon stood up suddenly and dusted his pants off. He offered a hand to the angel. “I assume you are not doing anything, ange? Will you accompany me, then? I intend to have a drink. Perhaps we can reminisce about times long gone, where we used to be respected. Or maybe you’d like to finally except my offer of a healthy night of la passion.”

“Shut up,” said Sammael without any malice. He took the hand that was offered and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. “Where are we going? That pub on the corner of Main Street?”

“Non, all they serve is rum and cheep beer. You know I have better taste than that, ange. Besides, do you really want to show yourself to humans dressed the way you are? I mean, I know you yourself do not care, but I would not be caught alive with you.”

“Wanker. Let’s go back to your place, then.”

“That sounds acceptable. I happen to have quite a nice stash of brandy. Kobal smuggled it in for me. It has helped many a boring century pass. Although, strictly speaking, angels should not be entering Hell. For that matter, strictly speaking, angels should not be drinking alcohol, now should they?”

“Strictly speaking, you’re not really French.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you are born French or not, all that matters is that you have a romantic soul. That is what makes a true Frenchman,” said the demon loftily, waving a hand in front of him. Slowly, a rift between planes materialized in front of them. It looked unremarkable at first, a bit as though someone had drawn a line in the air with a marker pen. Within a few seconds though, it started to part until it looked a lot more like a rip than a line. Inside, the walls of Hell were just visible. Unconsciously, the humans on the street began to avoid the portal to Hell. The angel, however, stepped through the metaphorical doorway without batting an eyelid. The demon graciously stepped aside to let him pass before following himself. After a second, the portal to Hell closed. Life on this particular street in New York went back to normal.

A few minutes later, a young, black-haired, bespectacled man returned to the spot he had been standing at a few minutes earlier, picked up the hundred-dollar bill, and walked away to meet the person he had been waiting for.

TROLOLOL I bet you're all, TL;DR. Well, what to do.

SO HAY

2010-12-15T18:40:00.004+08:00

Guess who's birthday it is. GUESS.

Trololol. it's not me. it's actually my one stupid bestie,

GHYTHREE SIVANADO.

Hohoho.

Baw, and I'm blogging from her house, how cool is that? Anyway, let me tell you a little bit about my stupid friend (even though you know her, eh?)

So, me and the bestie met about ten years ago. That was in Standard one, yeah? I mean, strictly speaking, I suppose it hasn't really been ten years. Has it? Standards one, two, three, four, five, six, ~~seven~~ Forms one, two, three and four. Oh, hey, if you count it that way it really is ten years.

So let me tell you about the fried. See, the thing is about friends is this. You know how everyone's always talking about how their best friends are like a sister/brother to them? With me and my idiot, at least, I don't think it's like that at all. See, there's a thing about family. No matter how bitchy or incredibly stupid they can be, you're compelled to forgive them anyway for it. It's all in the blood, ya know? I mean, think about your siblings for a second. Chances are, if they had been someone in your year, someone your age and in no way related to you, then you probably wouldn't like them all that much. Hey, call me a rude as ya want but I swear it's true. But the thing is, even though they might not be really likable or your kind of people, you have to accept them anyway because dammit, they're family.

But now take a look at your best friend. You love them just as much as, or maybe even more than the ones who were born into your family. I think that's awesome, because it's like, you don't have to love them unconditionally no matter how much of a twit your bestie is, because the cool thing about friends is that you get to choose them. So if you love a friend, it's because you want to, not because you have to. So that, I think, is what makes friendship special.

Lolsuchasap.

Anyway, that's all for now, I think, other than the fact that I lost my phone. Lol.

IS BACK

2010-12-14T17:27:00.001+08:00

And my God, there's too much to talk about. How bout pictures when I can find my cabel?

Wow, I haven't been here in ages.

2010-12-05T15:42:00.001+08:00

And I'm going for a holiday in Turkey, whoot whoot. See ya when I see ya.

I CANNOT.

2010-11-24T15:29:00.001+08:00

Harry Potter

2010-11-21T22:44:00.002+08:00

I just found out that the last movie is in TWO parts OTL

You know, I wanted to buy a batman T-shirt from that DC store in OU but it was so expensive. RM 100 for one shirt, that's ridiculous. Oh well. On the bright side, I managed to find three really cool colours of nail polish. I am currently wearing this really cool burgundy-wine thing. :D

AND AND AND AND.

GUESS WHAT ELSE I GOT HURRRRR.

A POCKETWATCH.

TEEEEEEEHEE, I'M SO HAPPY WVIUQBNVPERIJFCNQEIFCJQ I HAVE A REALLY COOL POCKETWATCH. HAHAHAHAHAAHA YAY.

I thought I lost some certs

2010-11-20T17:55:00.003+08:00

Went frantic looking for them, called up like six people. Turns out my mom had them the whole time. Y U NO TELL ME SOONER. Tch. AND SHE JUST WROTE ON MY PERMISSION SLIP. DAMMIT. OTL

On another note, I went to Blink today. Got henna all over my arm. It's pretty bitchin' :'D Makes me happy man. Ah, and there was this one band called Absinthe. They were pretty bitchin' too. Too bad they had to play last tho. Hum.

AND, I just got two fillings in my teeth. And I have to get like five more. FFFFF.

But on the bright side, I just found out where to buy a disco ball for ten bucks. (Y)

Just got back from Ili's surprise birthday party

2010-11-14T19:10:00.002+08:00

And her birthday was on Halloween, so everyone put on a costume. I was a paper bag :DDDDD

It was really cool. Nobody really knew who I was (except for friends) so everyone just called me "paper bag chick" HAHA. And random people came up to me and went all, HEY, PAPER BAG!

AND i got nominated for best dressed (Y)

See? My dad's a doctor, so I could have easily asked him to bring me some bandages so I could go as a zombie/mummy/whatever, but I chose to go as a paper bag. Am I cool or what?

Well this sucks.

2010-11-13T22:50:00.002+08:00

Yeah, it got cancelled. I still think it was unfair but w/e. There was some truth in it. I mean the movies were definitely crappy, I cannot argue with that. But I think saying it was inappropriate is far-fetched.

Anyway, what's done is done.

So I went to get my medals for the UNSW thingy today. Turns out there was this one kid who managed to get THREE medals. OMGWTFBBQ, BEATEN BY A NINE-YEAR-OLD HAHAHA WHY. Oh well. There are only four other double gold medal winners in the country, bangga a bit here please HAHA.

My God, I telly you it is so freaky being with all these smart people OTL Especially the little ondes, they are these incredibly scary nerds. Some guy gave everyone a little quiz thing. And there was his one physics/math question, and he says, I'll give everyone a few minutes to work this out because it's quite difficult, you might want a pencil and a piece of paper to do the working.

And seventeen seconds later this From Two kids is all, oh hi the answers 170m by the way.

OTL

So out of my depth.

But well, the medals were cool at least. And I me the new HM :D She's cool.

FFFFFT IDK

2010-11-09T21:19:00.002+08:00

I think I've already shown this to everyone but look anyways, dammit? Do enlarge it by clicking.

It's the cover for the NaNo novel I'm doing this year :U I personally think it's kinda cool. LOOKY, THERE'S EVEN A LITTLE ANGEL LULZ. Oh iPod, I love you :')

Ohmygogohmygodohmygod

2010-11-08T18:47:00.002+08:00

It's this Saturday and nothing has been done and I'm starting to panic SHAHIRAH PICK UP YOUR BLOODY PHONE.

Why am I doing everything on my own?

2010-11-08T12:43:00.001+08:00

Some help would be nice, you guys.

The Conversion of the English Language

2010-11-06T18:51:00.002+08:00

As a result of the Lisbon treaty signed only last Friday, The European Commission has signed an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union, instead of German, which had been the other option. However, the British Government has conceded that English spelling has a lot of room for improvement and have decided to adopt a five year phase-in plan that will be known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make sivil servants jump for joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards can have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20% shorter.

In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling can be ekspekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of a silent "e" is in the languag is disgraseful and it should go away.

By the 4th year peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, "o" can be dropd from words kontaining "ou". After ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor truble or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German lik zey vunted us to in ze forst plas.

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Corpse Corps

2010-11-06T18:38:00.002+08:00

I think that would be a kinda awesome name fer a company from Hell XD

Well wtv la, this NaNo novel is a work of fiction, so if people wanna get all uppity about it and resent me for talking about heaven/hell,("sensitive subjects" and what not), well sod off because I do not care. FICTION babe. OTL Not that anyone's even so much as mentioned that to me. Nobody cares what I do anyway.

Shahirah, do you know that the hard drive you gave me is missing a LOT of videos?

Oh, speaking of videos I actually used a camera for the first time to video something HAHA I feel so accomplished. Although I probably messed it up (Y) because I suck at pretty much everything anyway.

Well whatever, I'm just gonna go hang myself or something. (Y)

In case of wet floor, recline luxuriously.

Dan tajuk kita pada hari ini ialah...

2010-11-03T20:10:00.002+08:00

Have any of you guys ever heard of NaNoWriMo? It stands for national novel writing month (although it's really international) and takes place every November. Basically, you have thirty days to produce fifty thousand words. So essentially, that would be writing a short novel in a month. That amounts to 1667 words per day.

See, being the genius I am, I forgot that November tends to come after October, and completely forgot about NaNo even though I was planning on participating this year. But I had some help from the dare thread (which is where people post challenges, so you can accept a challenge to get your plot going) and now I have a plot! Huzzah!

Take a look at my Dramatis Personnae, or cast.

Angels

Sammael

Or Sam, if you like. The angel in charge of carrying souls to Heaven. An uptight, crusty old deity who takes the form of a young English gentleman. He’s been around since before all this new-fangled “Iron Age” nonsense which makes him quite senior in rank, but nobody ever listens to him. Wrongfully accused of dying. (Yes, I said dying.)

Perpetiel

Better known as Perry. The angel of dreams and success. Not the brightest bulb in the drawer, but he makes up for it in determination and good intentions. Instigator of the plan of Avenging Sam’s Death. Of course, Sam isn’t actually dead, but Perry won’t let that stop him.

Demons

Charon (pronounced {kair'-uhn})

The ferryman who carts souls across the river Styx and into the gates of Hell. He’s been around for been longer than Sammael. Takes the form of a suave blonde in his early thirties. His job is pretty dead, so he delights in taking trips to the human world to pick up chicks, buy fashionable clothes, pretend to be French and tick off Sammael as much as possible. Also accused of dying, but doesn’t mind it as much.

Kobal

Calls himself the deity of hilarity. His presence in Hell is a mystery, since he’s not really a demon or anything, but nobody bothered to throw him out. Quite close friends with Charon. Speaks in rhyme for no particular reason, in a manner that is in no way relevant to the plot. Nobody seems to find this strange.

Bosses

God

An obnoxious twelve-year-old child who delights in overworking his angels and rarely listens to advice. Is extremely interested in humans and decides things on a whim, often causing disastrous consequences which have to be dealt with by his subordinates, such as earthquakes, hurricanes and Justin Bieber.

The Devil

A large man with a perpetual smile and cold dead eyes. Always dressed for winter despite the weather in Hell. Insists on having a life soundtrack and always has a musician following him around. Tends to stop whatever he is doing to correct his musician’s song choices.

The Devil’s Musician

A violinist. Nobody has ever heard him speak.

Humans

The Asian Trio

Yang

Kim

An energetic young Korean who participates in no less than twelve different religions, not all of which are real. Prefers to exit a room by climbing out the window no matter how high it is. Breaks a bone every time he tries this, but remains undeterred.

Moku

A Japanese youth cursed with terrible luck (but only on Thursdays). He doesn’t know how, but Kim suggests that Moku has somehow pissed off the God of Thursdays. Moku suspects that the God of Mondays is angry at him too (but then again, the God of Mondays hates everyone).

The Ginger Kid

A suicidal red-head who laments his existence following the fateful day he ate a haunted orange, causing him to acquire the soul of a long-dead Viking woman. He now has two souls fighting over possession of his body, because let’s face it, it’s pretty cramped in there. The ginger kid's numerous attempts at suicide are routinely thwarted by passers-by, most of the time by accident.

The (Un)dead

Bill

A ghost that came with the Asian Trio’s apartment. He communicates to them through use of refrigerator magnets. Frequently reminds them when they are out of milk.

The Zombie Herd

A legion of the undead forced to wander around Earth as their souls have nowhere else to go. Perpetually questing for brains. One of them is dyslexic.

So how? I personally think it'll be epic. :D

Tell me if you wanna join, even though it's already a few days into November. It would be nice to have someone else doing this so I won't be FOREVER ALONE :'D

SLOTHS

2010-11-02T23:41:00.003+08:00

OMFG SLOTHS I LOVE THEM RIGHT NOW THEY MIGHT JUST BE MY NEW FAVOURITE ANIMALS OF ALL TIME SOFA KING CUTE HUNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

LOOK AT THAT THING. LOOK AT IT. IT IS A SLOTH. IN A BOX. IT'S SO CUTE AND UPSIDE-DOWN AND BIG DEWY EYES AND FACE LIKE A LITTLE RETARDED KID HUNFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I CANNOT.

STOP SCRATCHING YER ASS, BRO.

As counter-intuitive as it sounds

2010-10-31T18:54:00.001+08:00

I intend to stop taking Add-Maths tuition.

I think I've finally realised that I've been using tuition as a crutch all this time, and as an excuse not to do any work on my own. Perhaps throwing me in the deep end is a better option because then I would be forced to work. I'm not dumb, I think I should be able to cope once I get past my laziness and mental block.

Thank God for my sister though, being a Maths major, she managed to deflect some of the heat off me by pointing out that you don't need to have perfect (or even really good) results in high school to do well in life. I just hope my mom listens. I don't really want another two weeks of lectures, thankyouverymuch.