Binging on Oreo has to be the best thing to do when you're feeling lazy to study to the goddamned Sociology, jobless and feeling very lonely at the moment. Being a pig that I am, I ate three pieces of Oreo. Not simultaneously, but all at once. I am a pig and I know that you know it.
And don't act surprised if you see a fat girl sitting in front of the library tomorrow. You can point your fingers at her for all you want, but if you want to see the sun set tomorrow I suggest you don't taunt her to eat you alive.
You know them as salesmen.
Food labels these days. Just like kids these days.
So I found this little underrated Japanese drama. From what I've read, it's a rivetting, hard-hitting story of a young woman's struggle through adolescence... because she thinks she's an iguana. Her mother can't stand to look at her, and she grew up ignored and unloved in the shadow of her younger sister... because she thinks she's an iguana.
Let me repeat : the heroine of this drama runs into walls and dodges murder attempts from her mother.
...because she thinks she's an iguana.
And by the way, this little strange plotted drama is called Iguana no Musume, which roughly(since I don't read Japanese that good) means Daughter of an Iguana. Yes, the title in English is much more weirder than the plot. And that's why Japanese dramas don't get much publicity than those romance-themed a bit cliche'd Korean dramas, which I know for a fact that you would bawl your eyes out at some point in the drama. Because we loooovee romance more than odd plots.
Shutting up about foreign dramas now, I'll throw whatever topic I want to talk about. Why? Well this ain't your blog ain't it? And why am I extra snarky now? Because. Hah.
The blog had been dead for a full three days, and I have come back to revive it.
I haven't been feeling right since the lit exam. Too many things had happened since then, till just a few hours ago. And before I start getting emo I'd like to show you a link where this guy totally rocks 'cause his most recent post cracked me up in the middle of the dead night. Since I'm a sick and twisted biiiiiitttccch, I want you readers to feel giddy then slope downhill. NGAH!
Three days of no update killed me inside...
Three days of not blogging almost drove me up the walls...
Three days of no tapping my fingers on the little grey keys itched me to tap this rotten wooden floor...
Greatgran-nini passed when I had my paper, mom being the responsible adult who cares for her children's future that she is textmessaged me in the middle of the exam. How lovely. She thinks too well of me.
Losing focus in the middle of an exam is supposed to be something baaaaaaddd but seeing that it was ELit exam and I was stuck at Anthills, I couldn't care less. Because it's Anthills. After that,went straight to Labi and stayed there till around 11. With my baju kurung since that morning. No changing. Crying. And crying again. Without a shower. Hah. That was the most unhygenic day I've ever gone through. And I loved it. Really.
The next day, my other nini had doa arwah. Damn the chocolate cakes were goooood. I think I managed to win a title of "The Glutton" in the women's side of the family. Hah. Those women are just envious that I finished all the chocolate cakes before they could finish saying "Bite me!".
Nothing coooolll happened that night. Music Station was still Music Station. The guys were still... stupid as ever. Being their dorky lameass selves, but I love taunting these tites. Oh another than that, half of my kain was drenched wet with odd mixture(that I will not investigate further) of... liquid, that are Pepsi, Mirinda Orange, Cendol Temburong, rain water and a little bit of cat piss.
Time arrived home : 10.45PM (I see some improvement there!)
The day after that, Labi was our destination. It was the Makan Tiga Hari thing. Got there around 5, and hung around with my geng(who are actually two of the most flirtatious guys you wouldn't want to be around with), and they kept nagging me to get this one girl whomaturedwaytooearlyforherage punya number.
One word.
Keyword : It starts with the letter E and incessantly ends(Aha. A juxtaposition) with a W.
Get it? Got it? Doubt it.
Now that I thought of these two guy cousins of mine, who are actually proud to be known as pedophillic perverts(don't look at me. At least I like a guy just a few years younger than me unlike them who were targetting on girl who's like, a decade apart), to all my female comprende`s if you were added by some unknown person in MSN with a highly horny and cliche e-mail addresses recently, block them.
Or even, if there is an anonymous person textmessaged you out of the blues saying some cheesy pick-up lines, for example "Who took the stars out of the sky and put them in your eyes?", please do not hesitate to tell them off. You could even say "I'll tell your cousin to tell your wife or your girlfriend you're hitting on your cousin's friends."
Yes, do not hesitate.
Okay then, TTFL.
And remember, close the door when you're fully outside. Or inside. But not when your body is partially inside/outside.
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