Um. A-ha?Er, hello.How many days has it been not blogging anything leaving this already crappy blog dead?So I have two QotD's left overdue so maybe I could use those as a peace offering for the many days of not blogging; that with two of my new macros which I know majority of you BLODDERS don't find very fascinating but heck."If you're born a girl,
you're born a handicap."
"Some of my little friends are not here.
But don't worry, I will take my revenge."
Haha. Say to me he is not a funny man. Haha. TRY. Try and I'll blow up every entrails of your body, you wish you didn't just said that. I love this man's humour. LOVE it.
There hasn't been much going on in exception of some that are too personal to talk about here. Oh that reminds me, if you read my twitter a few updates back there were references about vomit right? I've been spewing out reds and greens and water out of my guts the time I was really sick.
And it got me thinking whether fate really hates me and loves me to get sick before any big exams of any subject I really hate. Once it was IRK - years ago, and now it was Sociology. People had been saying to me that it must've been the stress.
But what they didn't know was that I don't stress myself out of anything. Or do I? What the hell. I have a bad memory. And a bad tainted mind. And a big fat bulging tummy. Also an appetite that wasn't how it used to be. All thanks to the vomitsickfevermorehurling thing.
I've been eating less and have a tendency to wanting to hurl it when it got too much. And by too much it's just half a plate of plain rice. Or less. What is wrong with my tummmyy.
Just when I was so close to surreptitiously defeat Zimah's brother's unbelivably mammoth-like appetite. He doesn't know that I was competing though. Hah. Call me a coward and I'll eat your head whole.
I was so close to beating him. SO CLOSE. And Zimah being witness to it. So close.
Nuffuva that.
I had another bowl of Tom Yam the next week and ever since that vomitsickfevermorehurling thing I barely finished half of it. I was depressed since then.
Yesterday Zimah, Dzar, Mush, Fakhri, Nuar, Sin and I went out the afternoon to go to KFC. The funny thing was the journey to go there.
Let's just say some of the drivers would remember me in school uniform, and it is proven that no car hood is a way of disgracing yourself once you pop out of it. And it is a way of making people remember you for a long long time, usually talked about in a party in a social group where they'd laugh at people's stupid antics.
KFC can never be not good unless they ruin the gravy on the mashed potato.
[pictures will be put here once I get my grubby small fingers on Dzar's camera. Haha and there'll be lots of picture of a car bonnet with a person inside it who I will not mention who. Haha.]
Then we strolled around the Mall and entertained ourselves around the candystall, contemplating which sugar-filled snack to get. Was gonna buy something sour when the auntie who was selling the candies said that the sourness is only on the outer shell.
In the end Fakhri made me buy the Tongue Splashers. [Yet again there'll be pictures of our tongue if there's one in Dzar's camera]
One last word, you and me be effingly hot goths. Chillax~ Shoot me for being a retard.
Well I gotta go chumps. Wanna watch the Jeckyll CDs that Dzar lent me. Heard it's OHMYFUCKEN good.
Labels: daily life, Maktab Duli, MD, need my blackhole appetite back
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