You make me wanna lala.

Oh yes, you do. Hubba hubba.
Especially you.
Because hot Korean boys are love.

That barrel is loaded.

Listening to: Fall Out Boy // Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

No mood to blog leh. But a lot of things happened. Not that anyone's interested....If you wanna know, visit Zhi's blog. Highlight of my week right there. And here's a little taste of what happened.

I have a bunch of jakuns for friends. <3>

And also, OMG I'M GONNA GO SEE LEE HOM. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I can't wait for March 4th. ^______^

Gong Xi Fa Cai. Hong Bao Na Lai.

Watching: Wei Xiao Pasta

Happy Chinese New Year.

I'm going back to my Wei Xiao Pasta and Hana Kimi marathon now. Hope you guys have a good new year and a good holiday!

I also love Uncle Rishya and Aunty Geetha loads and loads.

Yay for Guess bags and RM500 angpows!! <3 All this and the New Year hasn't even started. Hee hee. =]

Merentas Desa 2007.

Listening to: Avenged Sevenfold // I Won't See You Tonight Part I

Today was Merentas Desa day! Oh joy. Okay. So the whole running thing wasn't fun. But having friends around makes it all better.

After running, Hwee, Cheri, Jaejoong and me went to 7-Eleven to get drinks. Then, we called Zhi just for the heck of it. But the girl was freaking sleeping. Went back to school, hung out with Ian for a bit then contemplated on whether or not to go to Jelutong to hang out with the guys.
Decided to go to Jelutong. OBSERVE! THE POWER OF CANDID PHOTOS!!!!

And I never knew Kenn Quan was so camera-shy. And I also didn't know that Leon is exactly like a puppy. He likes being scratched on the back. How strange. He makes a funny face when he gets scratched. Hee.

Went back to school, messed around in the hall while they were announcing the winners for Merentas Desa. There was a whole lot of gay-ness. Chyea. And a whole lot of swearing. And a whole lot of Leon wishing that 6 people would get disqualified so that he could get a prize.

Anyway, congratulations to Yin Yee, Justin, Wan Ee, Khai Sim, Kenn Quan & everybody else who got a prize.
Also, YAY HEBAT FOR WINNING THAT PRETTY GIANT TROPHY!! -drools-

Today was a pretty good day. :)

Friends make me happy, although most of them didn't turn up. :(.

You guys are awesome. <3

PS: I am perfectly aware that I look like crap. Hwee looks good no matter what. :(
PPS: I have no idea why Leon and Wai Hoe look like that.......

Take the rage away from us.

Listening to: Fightstar // Build An Army

I repeat. I hate people.

And I hate it when I have my period.

"Build An Army"
We'll hold this off to build these machines.

Crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder.

Just look out of your window and you'll find us here,
We can make a stand to stop the uproars,
If you can fight in wars for that.

Crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder.

If you could give us the answers now.
Help us to end all the suffering,
We'll clean the blood from all our eyes,
Take the rage away from us.

If you could give us the answers now.

We could crush these empires to ashes and make them wonder.

I hope that I'm okay with all of this.

I buried myself alive on the inside.

Listening to: Wang Lee Hom // Finally

>I'm gonna be the biggest, nastiest, meanest misanthropist you're ever going to meet.

That's right. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I'm sick of being treated like another backdrop in the oh-s0-wonderful story of your life. I'm sick of being treated like absolute crap. I'M SICK OF EVERYTHING.

Why do people like treating me like I'm some kind of doormat?? Just because I'm so freaking "nice" and patient does not give you the right to treat me like I have no feelings whatsoever!! Just because I'm "nice" and patient, does not mean that you can proceed to wipe your shit-covered shoes on my freaking face!!

"Oh! Welcome to your wonderful life! Please, feel free to wipe your shoes on my fucking face!!!"

DO I REALLY LOOK LIKE I WANT PEOPLE TO DO THAT TO ME???

Wait! There's more! People like these have no freaking respect for my time!
Do I look like I have a lot of time on my hands? Do I look like I just spend my time slacking off at home?
HOLD ON. You probably do! That's probably why you have no respect for my time!
You do not tell me to hand in a stupid design just 2 DAYS BEFORE THE DEADLINE. WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU??!! JUST COZ' I'M IN THE ARTS STREAM DOESN'T MEAN MY LIFE'S SMOOTH SAILING. I'M AS STRESSED OUT AS YOU, YOU ASSHOLE.

I'm not even close to being done yet.

Car-pooling means you have to be CONSIDERATE and CONSIDERATE and CONSIDERATE. Can't remember that? Let me remind you a couple more times!!

BE CONSIDERATE. BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE
BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE
BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.
BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.
BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.
BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.BE CONSIDERATE.

CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU??!!! WANT ME TO MAKE IT BIGGER?

BE CONSIDERATE AND RESPECT OTHER PEOPLE'S TIME.

God. People piss me off so much.
People like them are what make me such a bitter person.
What a crappy Valentines Day.

Happy Singles Awareness Day.

A wintery sky & a broken streetlight.

Listening to: Taion // The GazettE

Merbau won the drama competition.

Congrats guys. Y'all did a wonderful job. :)

Specially Fefe Wong. Hahahahahhahahahhaha.

And I officially hate myself. I suck. Like seriously suck.
I'm unfriendly, I'm cold, I'm kinda stuck-up. Basically, I'm a bitch.
Would someone kindly explain to me why you people can actually look at me and tell me that I'm "nice"?
Thanks a bunch.

And omg, my stomach's grumbling so loudly. FOOOOOOOOOD. I want McDonalds and pizza. :D

Edit
I forgot to add that I am scarred for life now. Great job, Aaron. The boy looks better in a skirt than I do. HOLY CRAPPORZ.


& I am so not looking forward to Valentines Day.

Forever love.

Listening to: Embrace One's Soul // The TRAX

I can smell love in the air.

Duh. Valentines Day on Tuesday. Gawd, Valentine's Day depresses me. It just reminds me of all them lovey-dovey couples I keep seeing in One Utama and in school.
That is why I have now resigned myself to a tragic fate.
I can just picture myself now. Old, ugly and fat. With 50 cats puppies. Who enjoy nibbling and chewing and peeing on my lovely silk rug and my fuzzy bunny slippers.

Oh. My God. That's a horrible thought.

But I'll be more positive. I know I'm young. I'm not even 17 yet. I'll just let time play around with me.
So, in honor of Valentines Day, I will describe my most ideal boy. Or man. Errrrr.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
1. Must be taller than me by at least 1 1/2 inches.
I'm kinda tall. At least I like to think that I'm tall at 5'6. Most of the guys I know are either shorter or as tall as me. And the taller ones are usually TOO tall. Yeahhhh. I like tall guys. Tall guys turn me on.
Ew, that sounds so wrong. But, it rhymed!!!

2. Please be pleasant looking.
I'm mean. The guy doesn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous or anything (although it is a plus), but at least me pleasant looking. Meaning, don't have antennas poking out of your head or something. Oh, and killer smiles are a plus too.

3. I like nice hair.
Especially the kind of hair I see on Jrock boys. Mmm...I like spiky hairrrrrr. And dyed hair looks weird. Highlights are fine, natural colors are fine. But don't go dyeing your hair pink, blue or purple.
Something like the picture on the side, maybe? So hot.

4. Abs are a plus.
You heard me. ABS. ARE. HOT. Like super hot. Especially abs like Rain's. Mmm....-slaps self-

5. Earrings are hot.
I like guys with ear piercings. 'Nuff said.

PERSONALITY
1. Sensitive / Caring
I don't want someone who doesn't know how to care about anyone else other than himself.

2. Selfless
Refer to the above.

3. Patient
Very important. He's gonna have to put up with me and my clingy-ness. And my emotional outbursts. And my annoying-ness. Yeah.

4. Helpful
AGAIN. Selfish people are turds.

5. Forgiving
Refer to No.3.

6. Outspoken yet polite.
No Eminem wannabes, thank you very much.

7. The absolute opposite of me.
Speaks for itself.

EXTRAS?
1. Musicians are really, really, really, really x 3984609349673489679857892375823752 hot.
I'm a musician myself. So, obviously, guys who can play 3048693046 instruments are extremely attractive. I don't care if you play something lame like the kazoo or didgeridoo. As long, as you can play a musical instrument. It's even better if you can play traditional Chinese musical instruments, the violin, the guitar, the piano, the drums & various percussion instruments.
If they can sing/compose, then I'd love the guy even more. SERENADE ME AND I'M YOURS FOR THE TAKING.

Doesn't this sound like someone? Oh, yes it does. The most perfect of all guys on this place we call Earth.
Presenting to you...
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The one and only...
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WANG LEE HOM!!!!!!!

Yes, people. Lee Hom is the ultimate dream guy in my opinion.
Sigh......The very epitome of perfection.

Legs. Falling. Off.

Listening to: Cyndi Wang // 彩虹的微笑 (片头曲)

GAH. I'm pooped.
My legs are gonna fall off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm like half dead today coz' I practically ran up and down the stairs more than 10 times today and then I had to run around the housing area in front of the school, and then after that got house practice then have to do all these crazy leg-ups, sit-ups, running and SUICIDES. :X

WHY DID I RUN UP AND DOWN THE STAIRS SO MUCH?

[BLABLA] okaay. morning, had to go put my bag in the class which is like on the 2nd floor, then come down look for teacher. then go up again coz' teacher not there and take this letter I'm supposed to hand over to my club's secretary, then go up another 2 floors in the other block then come down again, then go up again to line up and come down again for PE. Then have to tukar baju so go up to take clothes and go down again, then go up again to the class then sit down with my smelly teacher.
then recess go down again, then go up again to class. then come down again after school. [/BLABLA]

And I so copied that from my MSN conversation with Kevin. Click on it. He makes purdy music.

I was practically singing Lee Hom's "Let Loose Your Heart" all day today. Hmmm...Must be in a Lee Hom mood. Considering the fact that he's COMING. I WANNA GO!!! I'VE ALREADY MISSED RAIN, CANNOT MISS LEE HOM LEH. SO LENG ZAI. SO TALENTED. -faints-

我觉得力宏真的是太帅了吧！天分也非常了不起哦！

-starts singing-
Baby, 我爱你。
快乐永远来得及!
So come on now, & 放开你的心~~~

I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone elses more.

Listening to: J // 전하지 못할 말

Okay. I know I complain about life a lot. It's stupid, yes. But that's what a blog's for right? For you to express all your feelings about that stupid, stupid day you just had. Or to tell the world about something you're really ecstatic about.
I probably do more of the former because I don't really have a life outside school and the house....So, you can't really blame me for not going out.

Fine. So it is my fault for being born in the year 1990 and having to sit for my SPM this year. No difference also, I never had a life prior to this year. Either way, I'm not a people person. I only feel comfortable with my own friends or family. Anyone else should just stay away from me coz' I can be a pretty hostile person. Like, MEOWR.

ANYWAY. Back to the topic. Because of the rather emotional post before this one, people are assuming that I'm ungrateful. Well. Not people. Just one person. I don't even know who that person is, but I can assume you're reading this. I appreciate your opinions and all, but I don't think you really have a right to tell me how to feel or how to live my life.

I'm not writing this in order to validate the fact that I'm actually capable of being grateful. I just feel that as a person from outside my circle, you don't really know what my life is like in order to make a judgment like that so quickly. I bet you don't even know what I ate for breakfast!!! Fine. That's a little bit too much. Even my own friends don't know what I eat because I don't eat breakfast. I DRINK IT. MILO AND OATS, YO. Ahem.

Now, referring to that said emo post. I admit, my choice of words did show that I have a slight problem with life. Just so you know, I was having the dreaded PMS, meaning POST-Menstrual Syndrome if somehow, you managed to miss that due to the fact that you might have stuck some pieces of paper on your eyes, thus rendering you temporarily blind as all you see is the color WHITE and somehow missed that little piece of information. I assume that the whole world already knows how I can be when I'm having the said syndrome. Claws emerge and the little halo floating above my head tends to be replaced by pointy red horns. Might I add that a tail emerges from my behind as well? Yeah. A long one with a pointy end.

Oh my. I seem to have misplaced my lovely golden harp. Oh well. This pitchfork should work just as well as that harp did. Although I can't make pretty music with it. I just have to delight in that fact that I have bums to poke tonight.

That statement just made me realize that I am not that little angel everyone thought I was. Probably more of a devil. I think I prefer that a lot more. Don't you?

Anyway. I may not express my gratitude a lot, but I am actually grateful for a lot of things in my life.
For one, there's my wonderful Mommy who cares for me, feeds me, hugs me, kisses me, buys me shoes and does a whole load of other things. She's the one thing that drives me through life. She's why I'm chasing my dreams. She supports me no matter what I do.
Okay lah. Lying little bit lah. She don't let me pierce my ears anymore only. But I like piercings, mommy. :(

Then there's Daddy. He may not show his love as easily as Mommy does, but I know he cares. Just tak tahu cakap aje. Haihhhh. Daddyyyy, why you so kiam siap??? Must give me money so can buy food and stuff mahhh. Lui Lui can eat a lot, you know?

Finally, how can I leave the two brats lovelies I call my Brother and Sister. Sure, you're annoying at times. But I love my Baby-poo Brother lots and lots and lots and lots coz' he gives me cuddles willingly unlike SOMEONE. Okay lah. Sister not bad also. At least can spazz with her over hot guys. Then can squeeze her fat some more.

Furthermore, don't you dare chastise me over self-respect. I happen to have more self-respect in my pinky finger than compared to those girls who run around with their skirts falling off. Why don't you tell them to have some self-respect? At least I don't do that.
Then, you said something about caring about what others think. Where on earth did I say that I cared? Sure, I complained about trash-talkers, but don't you? I doubt that you don't. Everyone's plagued with their own insecurities, I believe. But, what did I say that made you think I actually cared? I have a huge feeling that you're going to say that I care because I'm responding to every single thing you said. Fine. So I do care a little bit. However, this is just to let you know that what you read in a blog does not tell you anything about the person who wrote that blog entry.

Like I said before, you don't know me enough in order to judge me and how I view things. What you read here, is only a couple of layers. In the words of Shrek, "Ogres are like onions," or at least I think that's how it went...but that doesn't really matter. You haven't seen everything yet. You haven't peeled me like an onion yet. I'd really love to see you try too. Go on. I dare you. Prove me wrong.

I'm just oh-so-eager to hear what you have to say about this.