I remember a few months back when I used to be in the college Journal club, as one of the photographers. And I also remember reading a person's work of pure literary. It was generally about life in high school. Not in Brunei though; plain western.Hah. N00b. She still thinks like a premature snot-filled kid who plays with Barbie... the whole set. With Kenny. And her daughter little sister.So other than the fact the 10 page worth of "literature" was below par. Let me quote so it's not from my very lips, "It's like some drunk writer who just hurled. I wouldn't want to be this girl if I publish this." I mean really. The metaphors inda kena mengena lagi, the words. It's like she just threw in words she just discovered in the dictionary and used it.I'm not trying to humiliate this person, and I'm not gonna say her name. But it was so painfully awfully too cliche it pains me even reading one sentence from any page.Despite it being too dreadful to recall I remember a sentence or at least I think it is, but the punchline I remember just not the name.Oh my god Stephanie is really cool isn't she? She's like COOLER THAN THE NORTH POLE!Hahahahahalmaorofllololll. COOLER THAN THE NORTH POLE? Good god who in their right mind would say that? Like, really now. If you come up to some guy in band with real talent or someone you really look up to, you don't say to them OMG Like you ARE so cool! I mean, you're practically cooler than the North Pole! ILY let me kiss your feet!No no no no no no. Heo no you di-int say that.Hmm I wonder if Miss Editor still keeps the thing for her own entertainment.Oh and one more thing I'd like to share with you wonderful people : I am not bored... NOT ANYMORE! XD XDI will be missing Zatty for twenty-fricken-six days. Haha I'll be expecting twenty-fricken-six days of no out-of-ordinary conversations. And her random "so WASSSSSSSSSSAAAAP NAB?". HAHAHAHA man, that still got me. Funny as ever.Damn slow sad song about death that kept on reminding of a certain sad Jdrama about a girl who lose her control of her nerves then in the end dies as she couldnt control of her own breathing which was really really doleful.I remember expressing everything I felt while watching the drama and most of the female MSN contacts PMed about it. HAHAHAHAHA. Man, I miss watching it. I should buy the DVD. Or download it. However my RAM is almost full. I had to sacrifice the old videos and songs and pictures for more space. But it's -- just -- SO HARD. T___TI WANT TO WATCH ONE LITRE OF TEARS. I want to bawl my eyes out in every episodes. I want to feel like strangling Ryo for being such a -- guh. Need to calm down before I spamming this entry with worthless informations.Anyone? One litre of tears? Rent or buy with cash? I don't mind. T___T.......Shit. I was spose to blog about something else but I got sidetracked to blogging about something not relating to what I previously wanted to post about. Shit. I just said all that in one breath. Am I awesome or what?Labels: angsty moment is what I half-ly like and half-ly hate, bored, Brain not working well: A great time for randomness, hungry, jdrama, need my blackhole appetite back, One litre of tears
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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