Backdated: Fish Tales

My memories are getting shittier and the thing is.. a lot of exciting things happened but I can't remember. Particularly after how the last finals totally wiped out my brain (and happiness).

So I shall whip out my trusty notepad document and compile them for your viewing (laughing) pleasure cos really, how forgetful can a twenty year old individual be?

Will try to keep it chronologically from last last month or last month onwards..

• I've forgotten how to wake up for an 8am classes! Missed a BA tute and the man was not at all pleased I tell you.

• It is awfully shameless of me to divulge you with the only reason why i am still able to access my blog (and gmail) is because of this wonderful feature on my pc called the auto-save and cache mechanism that is delightfully available for use around the clock. This is a conceptual flaw when I access the Internet via other devices i.e. the college library pc.

Commemorating nine years of friendship one Sunday evening :)

• Skipped two weeks of hair conditioning. Actually, that incline towards selective memory rather than forgetfulness. I'm one of those few females that couldn't be bothered with hair conditioning -.-

Finally caught up with Pei Hao over lunch after what seems like forever (three years). 
He's picked up some very interesting driving skills yo :O

Dominos with Eden, JJ and Sha one hungry evening in July(?) :)

Connought night market one Wednesday evening! 
Dint buy excessive amounts of food though. So proud of myself la (Y)

Kevin took a break from work and was in KL, briefly. So the bunch of us, those who were still around anyway, met up for a movie in Mid Valley. I thought Green Lantern was so-so. The introduction took quite a chunk of the movie time. (by now you should realise it is all not chronological anymore)

This post is soo backdated that Kevin is (now) back in KL and resuming college -___-"

Purchased a pair of running shoes impulsively.

Had tons of fun in a three minute bumper car at a fair after Sha's seafood birthday dinner. Haha I'm backdating to June already!

Oh, I finally understand what all this rave is about Chatime!!! 
I swear their pearls are laced with drugs D:

I am furiously flipping back and forth to my calendar as I continue to type this post...

• Finally come around to trying canteen's Curry Mihun. I was feeling gutsy after a two hour nap. The abang mending the stall was laughing when I started sniffing into my 5th tissue wad.

• Saw a cat drinking from overleft bowl of soup noodles in canteen. Ew. Consequently vow to always pack my food or bring my own container from then on.

• Sold ice creams in college foyer for a week for a fundraiser! Ate so much ice creams I feared for my next menstrual cycle for days after that!

• Attended a Jap food review at Hokkaido Ramen which recently opened in Pavilion.

• Watch a part of Beastly..cos i had to study -.- finally watched a movie starring Mary-Kate Olsen who's character was quite disturbing. The idea of disfiguring physical appearance is rather....mmm. Won't bother watching the rest of it though. It's one of those movies with predictable endings.

Last meet up before the boy leaves for the US once again :(

Good ol' picnic by the lake one evening :) With mats and baskets brimming with food lagi :D

3CMs (Crystal, Carmen, C2, Moy, Maxon and Me who is really Guan)

• Missed super(wo)man's 50th birthday dinner. I'm such an ass of a daughter to choose classes over the woman who makes the best prawn sambal and otak-otak evaaaaa :3

Because my parents love (want to check on my well being) they packed the entire family into the car and made a trip up along with the above mention prawn sambal <3

It took me two and a half trips to the grocery store to remember 
that all I needed to buy was a toothbrush (I came back with a triple pack Kinder Bueno, 
Tim Tams and Singaporean noodles hoho!)

• Had a cooked out session with Sha.. but that was ages ago after she got back from the hospital? Okla can hardly call it cooking cos soup with mushroom chunks is a no brainer.

Spent a wee bit more time in the library than usual this exam period. I usually avoid it like a plague but I needed to be away from the bed due to very-good-weather-syndrome. 
Some days are good, some are spent wondering why am I not in bed but 
force myself among the mass of kiasu people. 

• I can never puasa even for a day cos I subconsciously stuff food into my face every twenty minutes when I study.

Ramadhan bazaar! Barely bought anything once again. 

Ayam perchik I regret not buying.

Grown up nail colour get you a lot of random compliments. 
But I feel like I'm playing dressed up sometimes.. and isn't 
it one of the prettiest colour?

All these pictures are such a good aid. And this is quicker and easier than I thought.

Unavoidable

heading back to campus tonight.
i shall not cry. i will not cry. i must not cry. 

Hurried randomness.

Yes, I seem to have disappeared off the face of the Internet. I didn't even write on my four year anniversary of this blog in August!

I figured that my overused excuse of being lazy is well, overused. So I tried to pick a new one, but I couldn't. Why? Because I was too lazy to try for more than five seconds.

Kicked off the year twenty eleven by sleeping a little after the fireworks went off. Got up at 8am the next day, broke the veggie fast I’ve been on for three months with awesome siu yoke fan, and studied til the sun fell from the sky :) Later on, Sha and I set out on a hunt of Mac and Cheese which didn’t end too well if I remember correctly.

The 8th, 10th and 12th of January were hellish. Hope to never revisit those days. Mid of March is the day to anticipate, well, not really.

I’ve been on semester holidays for three weeks now and no doubt I’ve so much more time in hand albeit the spring cleaning, eating, rebelling against proper sleeping time, many cat naps and all that. But what kept me busier was keeping up with all of unwatched downloaded series. The rabid downloader in me is lapping up every single second. If I ever have too much time at work, I'll vomit out a post on my TV obsession.

Had a butt ache the other day. That's what you get from playing badminton with hardcore players whom laughed my sorry ass into achesville the following day. I ended up sprawled out in the middle of my bed the next two days its not even funny.

Leaving at 7am to my grandparents place up north in five hours. Anything else I can do there other than eat mandarin oranges and watch korean tv series?

Speaking of which, I still have some packing to do.

Normal Blog Post

Today I will try to write a very normal blog post. An un- exasperated, un-whiny one because I am so contented with my life and there’s nothing to blog except all the boring things I’ve been doing like sitting and hoping for a knight in pristine nike’s to sweep me off my bored bum. The one where I basically story tell and breakdown to each and every one of you minute by minute detail of my level119boring life, because I don't know what else to say cos my vocab has been shrinking to pits (yes, again!)

*reread what has been typed above, shakes head. Fail la fail.


Hmm. On the bright side people, don’t have to worry about me blogging about everyday mundane issues like nice clothes I am too kiam siap to fork out to the retail industry, what I ate for lunch, parking issues at stupid college/malls, justin bieber/SuJu/SNSD craze, Malaysian politics or advertorials that seems to be flooding nearly every blog I read.

This normal blog posting thing will never happen in a thousand years even if I wanted to lah.

I also wonder how fast and miserable I’d be then, by sleeping at 3am every night. Eh brain, kau ada masalah kerrrr. It is understandable that when I’ve got exams, kena la starve myself from some sleep for the sake of pretty grades. Oh hello its the holidays now and you self deprive my body from sleep for what -_______________- I want to live long and healthy enough to travel to a handful of place, show my face in the papers for some grand crazy reason or another, and eat a few thousand pineapple tarts wan okay.

So the last few nights I conveniently and unknowingly spend hours of my life refurnishing this new blogskin because I am free like that. This is pretty groundbreaking as I don’t usually take such efforts on petty things like templates. Okay, that’s bending the truth slightly. I am VERY VERY particular about my templates. It has to be quirky, manageable and comprehensible for people like me who’s an absolute retard when it comes to meddling with HTMLs. This time, I have revamped the template towards my affinity for cupcakes. Remember this from early 2009? Teehee.

One day I should blog about the many many blog templates I've had since I started out in 2007. It should be quite a post :D

Anyway, since Tall Sister’s Canteen Day is tomorrow, with some honey, a bag of cornflakes, raisin and butter we came up with many trays of crunchy sticky goodness!

:)

-_________-

Tall sister asked me the meaning of 'sek fan oh si'... HAHAHA. Long long time since I heard that phrase, high school perhaps?

It's for fickle little things like this home is the place to be and hostel is forever incomparable. :)

Holi-Day

Life has been alright since Cendawan dropped me back home on Friday night. It’s been nearly six weeks(?) since I last came home so you can imagine how thrilled I was and all lah. I would say I spent the first day of my holiday doing absolutely nothing.

Nothing as in without having to worry about anything or any responsibilities to account for. Except for, of course, dreading for that one day to come when I'll wait frantically for my college website page to load with my results, with an eye shut and the other squinted swallowing in my own thumping heart in my own mouth.

Sigh.

On the side note, I can take lengthy showers once again without having to plan in my head where and what to study and don’t have to take twenty minutes to figure out what to have for dinner. Sleeping guilt free is also a privilege wei!

In my mother’s attempts to have both her recently returned daughters (Kak Long baru balik dari tanah besar semalam) to herself, I’m leaving for Seremban in twenty minutes and I haven’t start packing. Always kutuk people that pack last minute and now I'm doing it. Haha. With free wireless, it'll take a truck to pull me away from the laptop wei. :S

And OMG. I just found out my dad has heard of Zee Avi when I just started listening to her songs a month ago -____-'


Okay, pack pack pack.

A Tinge Of Familiarity

I recently made a short visit back home. So short it only lasted for approximately fourteen hours before I was shuttled back to ululands. I am horridly ashamed to say after being absent for four weeks, I spent eleven of those hours asleep. Siigh.

It was dad’s grand for me to come back. I was having troubles falling asleep after being awake for some thirty hours or so. Last minute rush on the assignments, don’t ask. And I texted dad, whining about my incapability. He called and said come back and sleep lah, I’ll send you back tomorrow.

And me being me, jumped at the suggestion. Hehee.

Here’s a picture with the Tall Sister taken a few minutes before dashing out the doors, throwing my bags into the trunk and with a wedge of honey melon in my mouth.

Breathless

I just got back from a walk around the neighbourhood park. It literally sucks losing to dad in terms of physical fitness weii. And may I add on that he has figured out complicating functions of skype and photoshop while I am still the katak di bawah tempurung.

Nooooooooooooo.

:S

Feeling Orange

I'm home, I'm home, I'm HOME.

Well, for eight hours or so before I leave for camp. (Oh YES, you read right. C-A-M-P. I'll elaborate more on this later on.) Which one hour was spent with Shu Xian having a precelebration upon her reaching seventeenhood. For now, I've got assignments to finish and the remaining hours will be spent sleeping. Of all things, Mum is bickering with me over a pair of shoes! As much as I'd like to be stubborn and think I'm always right (which I am), I don't have ALL DAY to sit and bicker, you know mum. I think you're worried, but I will be fine, really. I'm not that prone to accidents anymore. Four days and three nights in Pahang is no problemo after two horrendous months in Sabah ;)

Karma has been on my side lately and I am going for YDC 17!!! *skipjumphop*

Ages ago I've given up on all hopes of going. Tiba-tiba a participant withdraws and calls were made. Next thing I know, I'm going for camp and skipping three classes in the process. 

But I'm consoling myself with the fact that there's an allocated quota which I AM allowed to flunk :D Two of them are English which I really wouldn't mind missing and I think Miss Elizabeth would be rather glad to have me absent for a change. Heehee.

Up this moment, nobody, but a handful of college friends and the camp committees has the privilege of knowledge that I'm going. And that includes CRYSTAL CHOW and a bunch of people that isn't very pleased with the fact that I'm not going, not happy at all I'd say. Ishes. I'm looking forward to seeing their reactions. 

I'd especially like to see the look on Martin's face when I turn up tomorrow. HAHAHAHA. *even thinking about it makes me laugh wei, you'd have to know him to get what I mean* Earlier, together we went and bought Xian a McFlurry before turning up at her place; unannounced, unexpected and uninvited. He thinks I came back just for her birthday ;) We'll see if I'm a fantastic foolproof liar tomorrow okay?

Gotta rush, assignments are calling and I haven't even packed! See you peeps in four days :)

P/s: This post is scheduled for obvious reasons. HAHA.

P/s2: Everything seems to be going downhill. I am in URGENT need of best friends time so this camp will be just what I need.

What Bliss Means

For the first time, in a very long time too, I woke up after twelve in the afternoon. If it doesn't surprise you, it's a big shocker to me. I normally am up and rushing into the showers before seven thirty, people are depending on me to make it on time for class yo. How can I sleep under all that pressure wei.. And no matter how many times I accidentally switched off my alarm in my sleep, miraculously, I'll wake up in time for class, by the means of skipping shower and dashing off without a sock.

To be able to roll in bed till noon is indescribable. Hmm. Must be the pillows :)


Being home has both it's pro's and con's. Both which never fail to leave me at the end of the day very much thankful for. To have dad barging in the room minutes before half past eight, on a Saturday morning; after a looong week at college, literally yanking me and tall sister up from bed and dragging us halfway around Subang, and later on to then dentist's. To catch up with the best friend in person instead of undetailed updates on MSN because it's waaaay too expensive to just sit in the cyber cafe and watch crisps of notes burn away. Having to snatch and fight with Tall Sister for an extra pillow, ending up grabbing everything she has on the bed and only to end up with a miserable pillow. To have Mum's chicken Soup swirling in my tummy as I bounce up and down the flight of stairs in midsts of rush before heading for weekly youth gathering which I always fail to attend under normal circumstances.

And to just be home.

Blissful :)

Such As We Are Made Of

Being hostel ridden is depriving me of many things. I spend less time at home. Less time with the family. Lesser time with friends and with the comfy bed which I find less and less comfort in. this is increasingly frustrating each weekend I come home. Why? Because everyone's so keen on having a fraction of my time back home and it's driving me nuts. It's not like I don't WANT to. I'm merely human with 24 hours a day and can only be at one place at once, okay so shoot me alright.

:(

See Me Wishing I Were You

I'm Home!

For a day. Before I leave for Setapak tomorrow. But it feels good to be home, even if briefly.

I miss my bed, which is beginning to lose my scent and smelling faintly suspicious of Tall Sister. :(:(

As much as I would like to blog on nonsensical ramblings, mundane happenings of my life, and nonexistent photos, I'll be updating on a weekly basis because my sad excuse of a college life does not permit me to spent 2647 hours in front of the desktop screen.

To sum up it all up, the first week back to college was somewhat tiring. And the good/bad/neutral news is that I'm usually dead to the world before two. Hmm.

Finally got my timetable finalized this week, I have six subjects inclusive of English and Bahasa Malaysia. The Business Statistics subject I love/hate so much has been upped to Quantitative Studies. Looking at the graphs and lines and laws, I've started to freak out, really. College timetable is really packed, and I've nicely arranged my lectures to suit the preference of my lecturers and if anyone or anything comes in my way to disrupt it, go away! I'll be having classes 5 days a week unlike some lucky asses who got Fridays off. *big big sighs*

In the wake of the start of a new semester,new resolutions have been made. And the ironicity of it was a majority of them were broken on the very first week *smacks head*. Sheryl nearly had me fooled with her 'I will be on time for class' . Sook Huei's one probably went something like this 'Eat less bread so my friends will stop calling me breadface'. Mine was to give exercising a shot and not let people tread all over me. Which I did live up to it, for this week anyway. I went jogging. No shit. Ask Sheryl, cos I'm sure she wouldn't erase the memory of her physically unfit friend exercising for the first time since forever, anytime soon. Another outstanding one was not doing everything I'm not suppose to during lecture. Gah, Economics was such a sleeping pill, the atmosphere so dead I had to make humorously stoopid remarks to stay awake. I hope I won't lose interest with all the charts and graphs.

This week also had me up the wall with the constant rain, instantly drenching the new red shoes, and then Ms Chin, the driving instructor postponed my exam to the first week of November after I've so carefully arranged replacement classes for that specific day. Ishness. I also must learn not to leave my phone all over the place and the art of ignoring phone calls from people whom I work with. Because picking them up only drags you into deeper shit. Meaning, forcing myself away from whatever it is activity I choose to indulge myself at that moment of time; sleeping, to layan whatever qualms and enquires.

You see how nice I am now?
:S

Returning, again.

After two immensely short weeks of holiday, I'm going back to the jungley lands of Stapak

T-O-D-A-Y.

Aih.

I feel like I'm torn apart into three different directions.

Lessons doesn't look too inviting right now, almost intimidating and I'll miss the comforts of home berbanyak-banyak and don't wanaa part with my recently accustomed to homely bed. Many have said I rant too much without noticing, ah ye ke? :S Fine la, I'm control-ING sikit the quota okaay.

I miss the uneconomical moments Sha and I would text despite the fact that we stay in the SAME block with four floors difference just to ask if I need a teman for lunch at the hostel canteen or whether can she have her Mortim Knockdown back after spotting a cockroach...

But it definitely doesn't beat the moments Tall Sister and I share. For instance, right now, she's feeding me chocolate cake while I patter away at the keyboard. When I'm back at Stapak, who's gonna delete the overflowing amount of spam mail for me now?! :S I almost forgive her for growing so tall and lanky.

And to the handful of friends I managed to squeeze in time to meet up with, you made my sem break, an awesome one. Thank you. I'll eloborate more on this later due to the lack of time and inspiration. Heh.

Sue me for having a love-hate relationship with Stapak will ya?

That Purple Thing

And so, a week has passed, packed full of activity such that I had too little sleep and had no choice but to concuss on the ride back to home grounds. It was a tiring but fulfilling week, I even managed to meet up with the datelines I had set *ifeelsoproud*. Many thanks to everyone that played a part of it; from piggyback rides after walking a whole day in too tiny heels to being treated Singapore Laksa in maggi hotcup =.=





On a frustrating note, I have never been more mad or confused. Those feelings left me feeling like a tv rosak on a euro championship season. I can’t explain this. But then I can’t explain a lot of things. I just wish, sometimes, I had the guts to give people a piece of my mind. Like how I feel I am worthy to fume and boil because to think of it, I have already done my part, for that matter, I was left with no option but to complete a whole task single-handedly, with no help whatsoever. I have camped at the library after classes for days, sometimes, until late in evenings, freaking lifeless, rambling hungry, frozen cold until my teeth chatter as if it's gonna fall off, while knowing I have a pile of homework to go back to. Adding on to my sappiness, I've shamelessly borrowed friend’s of friend’s laptop to continue wracking my head until wee hours of the morning.

So please, spare me, don’t put words (or feelings) in my mouth. Do you even have the faintest idea how I feel? How exhaustion has seeped into my spine overnight I'd have to force myself up from bed the next morning? Crack open that mascara encrusted eyelashes of yours read this and comprehend it well, I have no intentions to bitch but do realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you. Readers, don't you go bitching around either. Lay off my case.

I love how my parents are always on my side when I moan. They will chastise why I let people walk all over me and proceeds to defend for me which I would be absolutely smitten. *hearts*

I am in serious need of an intense blogging session and Anger Management classes. I mean, I'm always losing my temper and getting myself into sticky muddles. This week, not only did I manage to lose control over my temper and self-dignity, I somehow managed to lose muscle control over my limbs too.

What’s wrong with me, people? :(

Until further notice, my hotlink number shall be un-responsive.
So don’t get maddeningly furious when you don’t get a reply.
And don’t send me follow up texts like ‘Weishya, you okay anot? Why never reply’.
You will definitely not receive a reply, I assure you.

In my defense; Weishya needs time off to battle with the dragons within her. And with much skepticism and determination, she shall calm the beast and sing it a lullaby or two ;)

On days like these, good music pacifies to soothe the ever cynical ranting mind, so please recommend.


P/s: As much as I'd like to blame my mood on PMS, I can't. I swear my ovaries have a mind of it's own, badmouth it and relish it's doldrums.
P/ss: My first driving lesson will be tomorrow, although feeling out of the zone, I'm reaaally excited about it.


Here’s a fact of life; popularity doesn’t affect your future
If someone told me this in high school, I don’t think I would have believed them. But at this moment in time, nearly eighteen years of age, a step closer to my P license, popularity is a matter of opinion, and even the most popular kids may not have any real friends. It is much more important to look for quality of friends rather than quantity of friends.
You know who you are.

Meoow

Just in case you're wondering, my weekend was a-okay. :)

Despite sleeping away the evening allocated for studying, Economics was a breeze. I got off easy as the paper was kinda simple.

Note to self: I MUST not take things for granted.

My short span of time back at home has reminded me how much I miss my over-towering Little Sister.

I think, it’s been an eternity since we spend as much time as we used to since I left for NS in Sabah months back. For that matter, I have aplenty of catching up to do with both friends and family alike… Sigh. Why is this so difficult, I don't know.

In a blink of an eye, my cheeky one-of-a-kind sister has somewhat miraculously evolved. Yes, notice that I used the word evolved. She’s now a tall gangly thing with her rather impressive saunter :P hahah. I couldn’t help it laa. Mum says I should walk like how she does... And as much as I wish to ignore and turn a blind eye to it, my adolescent of a sister is blossoming with each passing weekend I return. Friend of mine thinks alike. :S

Do me a favor and please don’t mention the height difference.

She, who accompanies me doing the laundry in the wee hours of the day, shares nearly similar taste in music, argues over insignificant matters, battles over a bowl of rojak, gives in and allows me a slurp at her instant noodles she has so susahly cook up between TV advertisements, monopolizing the computer, ever pestering.

As much pain in the arse as she may be, I miss having her around all the time.

Among the very few shots we took...

Battle of the retarded face between sisters.

She made me do this.. :S

Trying verrry hard to un-sepet.

This weekend has reeled me back in much delightful happenings.



Carmen has dropped her bombshell of good news on me. She is not flying off to a land of far far away, which also means, we’ll be celebrating our 327th birthday together. Weehee. Weekends back are usually stuffed with food unobtainable in the lands of ktar grounds. But I think I overdid it this time. From the Saturday night’s sushi, birthday cake, mum’s herbal soup, Szeto’s scones, brownies and what not, popiah rolls……..

OMG.

Like that wasn’t enough, Mum baked up oven hot buns, to bawak balik hostel. Sorry to say, the faulty ingredient given by a friend of mum’s produced buns that weren’t up to Mum’s tip-top as usual buns :(

Later in the evening, Jit Hu dropped by with Sachertorte, a german cake. Chocolaty sandwiched between yummy strawberry filling. I daresay, Secret Receipe has met it’s match ;) Mmhmm.

And yes, thank you Crystal and Carmen for the new new new shirt. New clothes make me happy. Someday weekend I’m back, we sama-sama pakai ya. Teehee.

Weishya hopes to focus and be punctual for English class, and control herself from laughing at her classmate's grammer errors :P Wish her luck!

I've Got Nothing

It just so happens that this post is filled with nonsense. Don't like it? Click the red button on the top right hand corner. Problem solved.

Ever have one of those days where, at the very end, you just have nothing?

You are too worn out, wrung out, exhausted, empty, and dead beat to have any emotion, any laughter, any energy, any anything?

This week was filled with those days.

Recently, ever so often, my race has been questioned. Over and over again. Until I begin to doubt it myself. I noticed this seems to be a routine thing every time I enter a foreign environment. And despite being so tulan over the whole thing, I’ll sum up just enough enthusiasm and answer back nonchalantly. On good hair days, I’ll come up with an ironic comeback.

I'm always bombarded with questions alike. Questions that will sink in and cause a flood in me. You can’t speak Chinese ah? Really?

Like being submerged in unconscious guilt is not bad enough, people start taking a stab at whatever dialect that comes jumping into their mind. What about Cantonese? Or Hokkien? Oh you’re a Hokkien? But you cannot speak Hokkien?

It goes unsaid, my nationality does not flee unscathed. You’re a Chinese? Chinese that can’t speak Chinese, what kind of Chinese are you wei? Why your name so different, are you Corean? Are your parents of mix heritage? At home never speak Chinese? What language you speak at home?.. Oh please la, my parents are as Chinese as they can be. Don’t lay it on them.

Up to this day, I still don’t understand Statistic after countless attempts. I even borrowed a smarty pant’s answers to refer and check where I screwed up. But alas, time wasn’t on my side. :( Boo.

Look on the bright side, we’re learning about Permutations now. Yeah, the stuffs from Form 5. I once thought Statistic was gonna be kacang puteh, I mean, how hard can ogives, histograms and median be? Boy, was I wrong.

I'm praying so hard it doesn’t do that 360 degree thing and hoot in my face, all over again.

The Citrawarna assignment I was given is not going as smooth as I have predicted long before. When forecasts turns into reality, it’s a mess. Oh HELLO?? Am I the only member in this group?

Joey just dispensed a piece of happy news in my msn chatbox. Joey’s ice-cream offer is still valid and available to claim anytime. And I will, one of these days. God knows I need it.

My family. I'm sure there will be more posts to follow, but after being away at NS for nearly two months, I still miss having them around the corner. Who doesn't? Well, I'm sure there's a select few, but mine is compounded with the fact that home is an hour away. It would be SO much easier if home was close enough for me to come over for dinner and then balik hostel. But no, I'm forced to source for dinner because I'm just too lazy. Besides, now, no one frets when I refuse to eat my portion of fish.

Oh, halal food makes Amin happy. But, four bucks char kuey teow doesn’t. I find the extreme raise in price recently ubber ridiculous okay.

So, I'm sitting on this hard wooden brown chair, pecking away at my home pc (trying to interrupt Little Sister form watching Catwoman), and thinking about what to blog. And I've got nothing. I am seething with jealousy over the several witty, insightful blogs I have read tonight because those people all had something to say. If I had any energy, I would've laughed out loud. And I've got nothing.

Szetoo, the slacker.
Fang, the fungus.
Weishya, the water tangki.
Sheryl, the sakai.
Philllip, the piping boy.
;)

Signing off,
Mishya, budak TARC.

P/s: Syaz, I swear, the sole purpose of your existence is to laugh at me.