Funny how life fucks you over, huh?
such irony.read post below about my underappreciated mobility?
Now I have sprained my ankle and just wlaking is such a chore. I pretty much cant go to the loo without help.
Damn! As soon as this gets better I'm gonna take perrrfect care of my bladder.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!
Oh, I am simply beaming with happines in life.
I was sitting innocently studying for Econometrics that I HATE with all the might in the world, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
And Shane comes in, and gives me a bunch of flowers!!
Pretty, pretty flowers. I was so moved, because Shane doesn't believe in giving flowers to people. He think they are pointless. BUT he knows I LOVE getting flowers.
And he was like...I just want you to cheer up and study well. I'm like OMG you ARE the best.
I'm like uber happy!
Ugh econometrics
I was sitting innocently studying for Econometrics that I HATE with all the might in the world, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
And Shane comes in, and gives me a bunch of flowers!!
Pretty, pretty flowers. I was so moved, because Shane doesn't believe in giving flowers to people. He think they are pointless. BUT he knows I LOVE getting flowers.
And he was like...I just want you to cheer up and study well. I'm like OMG you ARE the best.
I'm like uber happy!
Ugh econometrics
Sunday, June 14, 2009
SO, what is it about studying for exams that makes us hate our life so much?
What is it about studying for exams that makes us want to pounce on the Facebook noticifications button and reply every single comment, wall writing etc, with flamboyant litterature that makes no sense what so ever?
What is it about studying or exams makes us stalk friends on Facebook and say hi to people that you haven't spoken to in years and years. What is it makes you so curios about their whereabouts, that makes you think you will die if you don't ask them what they are up to?
What is it about exams that makes you post stuff on you blogs at 12.50am? Stuff that make no sense.
What is it about studying for exams that makes us want to pounce on the Facebook noticifications button and reply every single comment, wall writing etc, with flamboyant litterature that makes no sense what so ever?
What is it about studying or exams makes us stalk friends on Facebook and say hi to people that you haven't spoken to in years and years. What is it makes you so curios about their whereabouts, that makes you think you will die if you don't ask them what they are up to?
What is it about exams that makes you post stuff on you blogs at 12.50am? Stuff that make no sense.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Bra sizes
On bra sizes: An insightful discussion with Shane
TV: There's cup size and band size. In Australia, the band size goes by actual 'sizes' like 8,10,12 etc. but in the US and in Malaysia and some other places, the band size goes by inches around the breast, like 32,34,36,38 etc. And then the cup size is the cup size. It goes from AA,A,B,C,D,DD,E,...
Shane: That's increasing in size, right?
TV: Yep
Shane: If DD is bigger than D, then why AA is smaller than A? shouldnt it be bigger?
TV: Oo...I..don't know.
TV: There's cup size and band size. In Australia, the band size goes by actual 'sizes' like 8,10,12 etc. but in the US and in Malaysia and some other places, the band size goes by inches around the breast, like 32,34,36,38 etc. And then the cup size is the cup size. It goes from AA,A,B,C,D,DD,E,...
Shane: That's increasing in size, right?
TV: Yep
Shane: If DD is bigger than D, then why AA is smaller than A? shouldnt it be bigger?
TV: Oo...I..don't know.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Mein Teil
I LIKE SHANE.
But here's the thing: I like my peace of mind just a tad more.
Why such outlandish statements?
There's this weird German metal band called Rammstein. They are quite the famous. And like, weird. They are like KISS and MARILYN MANSON had a baby.
Aaaaanyway, they have this song called Mein Teil which is quite famous. It's a good, catchy song. I am sure most of you will be able to recognise it if you heard it. It's a really catchy song. It's all in German,, so I obviously had no idea what they are on about. But I know the words a little bit here and there, so I sing along.
Shane apparently found this to be unsatisfactory, so he felt like it was a must to educate me about the details of the song.
Shane: You know what mein teil means?
TV: My.....house?
Shane: My thing.
TV: Thing? (dirty mind kicks in) *look shady and press fingers togther* What KIND of thing?
Shane: Yeah, that. Penis.
TV: Penis? Why would they be singing about thei penis? Is it so worthy of a song?
Shane: No...they are singing about this incident where *story*
TV: NO! Is that a true story?
Shane: True story! Wikipedia it!
They story behind the song is VERY DISTURBING. Even for me. Someone who thinks what Ed Gein did was stomachable. (If you dont know what Ed Gein did, why are you friends with me again?)
BUT since I am TV and I need professional help** and I am TV, and it's my blog and I have obviously stirred your curiosity and just because I can--- I will tell you guys what the story is.
It's like this. One day this dude called Meiwes got bored or what I donno la. So he placed an ad online to look for a willing victim to be killed and consumed(eaten). And he found one. Some dude called Brandes. So when the day of their date arrives, Meiwes goes and picks Brandes up from the train station near his town Rohtenburg, and drives him to his house and gives him a tour of his house including the slaughter room and stuff.
So these men get down to business afterwards. Brandes wanted Meiwes to bite his penis off. But Meiwes failed, however, he did rupture both Brandes' testicles in the process. Giving up, Meiwes atkes a knife and chops B's penis off. and B here, good old chap he was, tries to eat his own penis RAW. But failed because it was so chunky and chewy or something. You know like Uncle Toby's muesli bar, chunky /chewy.lol. He gives up. By this time B is bleeding heavily, prolly almost unconscious. M being the good ol' host he is, sautees the penis with salt, pepper and garlic or something. Sadly he maybe wasnt too good a cook, so he burnt it. and then fed the remains of B's penis to his dogs.
All this is being watched by B. After the ice-breaking ceremony, W takes B to a room where he lets B bleed to death while he reads a Star Trek book. B is tougher than that right. I mean come on la. If you willing get your penis cut off and try to consume it, you prolly won't die too fast. B never die lo. So W takes a knife, shitloads of booze,sleeping pills, painkillers and what not and feeds then to B before plunging the knife onto B's throat, killing him.
After that, he hangs him on a meat hook and and tears his flesh off and freezes it and continues to eat it over the period of the next 10 months. He even tries to turn B's bones into flour. Rest of the story pergi baca sendiri lah.
Oh, btw they video taped the whole thing. from the minute they met, trying to bite penis off, frying the penis, and the killing and everything. it goes for like 2 hrs or something.
I know what you are thinking: where can i get this tape?!lol.(It's not made public.)
BUT! One good thing abut our friend W here is when he placed the ad for a victim, one of the respondents, an Italian wanted his testicles to be burnt with a flame thrower before being crucified with being whipped stimulatenously. W found that weird and thus, declined the willing Italian.
Shane should have known feeding a retard like me with such information will only bother my brain for like a year or something. Now i can't listen to that song without thinking about them trying to eat Brandes' penis. and I can't study!!
Oh in case you are wondering. The whole thing is quite recent. Like early 2000's only.
**quote mom and dad
But here's the thing: I like my peace of mind just a tad more.
Why such outlandish statements?
There's this weird German metal band called Rammstein. They are quite the famous. And like, weird. They are like KISS and MARILYN MANSON had a baby.
Aaaaanyway, they have this song called Mein Teil which is quite famous. It's a good, catchy song. I am sure most of you will be able to recognise it if you heard it. It's a really catchy song. It's all in German,, so I obviously had no idea what they are on about. But I know the words a little bit here and there, so I sing along.
Shane apparently found this to be unsatisfactory, so he felt like it was a must to educate me about the details of the song.
Shane: You know what mein teil means?
TV: My.....house?
Shane: My thing.
TV: Thing? (dirty mind kicks in) *look shady and press fingers togther* What KIND of thing?
Shane: Yeah, that. Penis.
TV: Penis? Why would they be singing about thei penis? Is it so worthy of a song?
Shane: No...they are singing about this incident where *story*
TV: NO! Is that a true story?
Shane: True story! Wikipedia it!
They story behind the song is VERY DISTURBING. Even for me. Someone who thinks what Ed Gein did was stomachable. (If you dont know what Ed Gein did, why are you friends with me again?)
BUT since I am TV and I need professional help** and I am TV, and it's my blog and I have obviously stirred your curiosity and just because I can--- I will tell you guys what the story is.
It's like this. One day this dude called Meiwes got bored or what I donno la. So he placed an ad online to look for a willing victim to be killed and consumed(eaten). And he found one. Some dude called Brandes. So when the day of their date arrives, Meiwes goes and picks Brandes up from the train station near his town Rohtenburg, and drives him to his house and gives him a tour of his house including the slaughter room and stuff.
So these men get down to business afterwards. Brandes wanted Meiwes to bite his penis off. But Meiwes failed, however, he did rupture both Brandes' testicles in the process. Giving up, Meiwes atkes a knife and chops B's penis off. and B here, good old chap he was, tries to eat his own penis RAW. But failed because it was so chunky and chewy or something. You know like Uncle Toby's muesli bar, chunky /chewy.lol. He gives up. By this time B is bleeding heavily, prolly almost unconscious. M being the good ol' host he is, sautees the penis with salt, pepper and garlic or something. Sadly he maybe wasnt too good a cook, so he burnt it. and then fed the remains of B's penis to his dogs.
All this is being watched by B. After the ice-breaking ceremony, W takes B to a room where he lets B bleed to death while he reads a Star Trek book. B is tougher than that right. I mean come on la. If you willing get your penis cut off and try to consume it, you prolly won't die too fast. B never die lo. So W takes a knife, shitloads of booze,sleeping pills, painkillers and what not and feeds then to B before plunging the knife onto B's throat, killing him.
After that, he hangs him on a meat hook and and tears his flesh off and freezes it and continues to eat it over the period of the next 10 months. He even tries to turn B's bones into flour. Rest of the story pergi baca sendiri lah.
Oh, btw they video taped the whole thing. from the minute they met, trying to bite penis off, frying the penis, and the killing and everything. it goes for like 2 hrs or something.
I know what you are thinking: where can i get this tape?!lol.(It's not made public.)
BUT! One good thing abut our friend W here is when he placed the ad for a victim, one of the respondents, an Italian wanted his testicles to be burnt with a flame thrower before being crucified with being whipped stimulatenously. W found that weird and thus, declined the willing Italian.
Shane should have known feeding a retard like me with such information will only bother my brain for like a year or something. Now i can't listen to that song without thinking about them trying to eat Brandes' penis. and I can't study!!
Oh in case you are wondering. The whole thing is quite recent. Like early 2000's only.
**quote mom and dad
Monday, May 25, 2009
Ok, so there's this guy who works in Whitley Kitchen who looks like a dead ringer for Prince William.
He serves us food.
Every time he presents me with food, I will be all like...Oh! His highness just gave me food. I am tres blessed.
I think you should all go Facebook stalk him (since his profile is not private. what a (William-looking) rookie)
His name is Rat Ear Ugg By Egg Nice (space) Vet Ant Nose (space) Bike Egg Milk Majority Easter Lizard.
Take the first letters of all those words up there. I didn't want to write his name cos in case it comes up when he Googles his name and then he will like know I BLOG about him and stuff. Which is low. and evidence of how big a loser I am, and How I really NEED a LIFE. And I don't want his highness to have those impressions of me.lol.
Meanwhile, pardon my French. I have been cramming for this 15% French test I have tomorrow that I am starting to have trouble thinking in any other language(obvious lie there). Which is quite a bit of a problem, seeing as how I only know the present tense and my vocabulary is tres tres limited.
Talking about which, I am wondering why I am still awake when the bloody test is at 9bloody am tomorrow.
He serves us food.
Every time he presents me with food, I will be all like...Oh! His highness just gave me food. I am tres blessed.
I think you should all go Facebook stalk him (since his profile is not private. what a (William-looking) rookie)
His name is Rat Ear Ugg By Egg Nice (space) Vet Ant Nose (space) Bike Egg Milk Majority Easter Lizard.
Take the first letters of all those words up there. I didn't want to write his name cos in case it comes up when he Googles his name and then he will like know I BLOG about him and stuff. Which is low. and evidence of how big a loser I am, and How I really NEED a LIFE. And I don't want his highness to have those impressions of me.lol.
Meanwhile, pardon my French. I have been cramming for this 15% French test I have tomorrow that I am starting to have trouble thinking in any other language(obvious lie there). Which is quite a bit of a problem, seeing as how I only know the present tense and my vocabulary is tres tres limited.
Talking about which, I am wondering why I am still awake when the bloody test is at 9bloody am tomorrow.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Bonjour
I went hiking in the weekend! I will put up a picture of me soon. BUT damn did i look cool..even if i must say so myself. I had the whole hardcore hiker thing going on: the hiking pack, the hiking shoes, cargo pants. Except for on thing I didn't have: the fucking fitness. I almost died hiking. BUT unfortunately for you guys I have lived to rant another day.
Even when your feet smell like mushroom and are full of blisters, even when the bottom of your feet start peeling and are raw, even when you yourself smell like a hippie, even when sweat is trickling down from every single pore in your body, even when your thighs feel like a million barbarians are jumping on them, there is nothing like the feeling of awe and accomplishment when you reach the top of a mountain.
A MOUNTAIN. Don't try your luck with 2 mountains. Cos if you are like me, and it's safe to assume that each one of you is maybe just even the teeniest bit like me (cos, you know, we being friends and all) the second mountain WILL piss you off.
We climbed Mount Staplyton the first day. It was a good 5k-ish hike straight up. and then we camped for the night and climbed Hollow Mountain the next day. BIG mistake.
There I was kicking and yelling at Hollow Mountain and calling it all kinds of names just because it was tiring me out. Like it would help. pfft. But none-the -less, I climbed it and showed the bloody thing who's boss. (me, in case you are wondering)
I still smell like a hippie, after showering twice. My feet still smell like mushrooms, after a long soak and wash, my whole body is soo sore.
..and to make matter worse, I come back to Whitley and all everyone talks about is that thing that starts with a X and ends with a M. Apparently it is in 2 weeks' time. MEH
Even when your feet smell like mushroom and are full of blisters, even when the bottom of your feet start peeling and are raw, even when you yourself smell like a hippie, even when sweat is trickling down from every single pore in your body, even when your thighs feel like a million barbarians are jumping on them, there is nothing like the feeling of awe and accomplishment when you reach the top of a mountain.
A MOUNTAIN. Don't try your luck with 2 mountains. Cos if you are like me, and it's safe to assume that each one of you is maybe just even the teeniest bit like me (cos, you know, we being friends and all) the second mountain WILL piss you off.
We climbed Mount Staplyton the first day. It was a good 5k-ish hike straight up. and then we camped for the night and climbed Hollow Mountain the next day. BIG mistake.
There I was kicking and yelling at Hollow Mountain and calling it all kinds of names just because it was tiring me out. Like it would help. pfft. But none-the -less, I climbed it and showed the bloody thing who's boss. (me, in case you are wondering)
I still smell like a hippie, after showering twice. My feet still smell like mushrooms, after a long soak and wash, my whole body is soo sore.
..and to make matter worse, I come back to Whitley and all everyone talks about is that thing that starts with a X and ends with a M. Apparently it is in 2 weeks' time. MEH
Thursday, May 21, 2009
hmph
You know how people say,"This is the beginning of the end"? They think they sound all cool and stuff. It's fair enough if you hear that line in some zombie movie or something, but come on la! As if you could pull that off in real life seriuosly!
BEGINNING OF THE END. so cool meh?
What if you wanna be even cooler and be all like " This is the beginning of the end of the beginning's end" or like " This is the end of the beginning of the end of the ending of the beginning of the end"
BEGINNING OF THE END. so cool meh?
What if you wanna be even cooler and be all like " This is the beginning of the end of the beginning's end" or like " This is the end of the beginning of the end of the ending of the beginning of the end"
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
ola
so, there's this friend i have who is very talented. he is feeling a bit low lately la kan.
anyway, he posted this video for a contest held by oxfam. he made the video. it's very impressive.
if u guys are trying to procrastinate, have no life or just feel like cheering someone up, check this link out: Alan's Vid
...and (please) leave a nice comment if you are feeling particularly kind.
it will really cheer him up. and trust me, it is a very nice/cute video.
thanks!
anyway, he posted this video for a contest held by oxfam. he made the video. it's very impressive.
if u guys are trying to procrastinate, have no life or just feel like cheering someone up, check this link out: Alan's Vid
...and (please) leave a nice comment if you are feeling particularly kind.
it will really cheer him up. and trust me, it is a very nice/cute video.
thanks!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
SO, guess what? i just had my first day volunteering at the Oxfam Shop. It was AMAZING!
I love the girl who works there, Alli. we had soo much to talk about. i guess we ae quite similar.
anyway. she told me abt this thing: Oxfam Unwrapped
check it out. what it is it's basically a program if you will, where you spend anywhere between $10 and $6500 buying a gift. The gift consists of things like seeds, clean water, mosquito nets, food for children and stuff.
When you buy those gifts, the money will be donated to one out of 4 causes in Oxfam: agriculture, health, education, livelihood and emergency.
For example, if i buy a chicken for $10, the money goes towards livelihood.
and when you buy a gift, you will get a card, and in the card,, you can write a msg and give it to someone.
like say, i get the chicken for my mom, i will get a cute card that explains what the gift is and how it helps people. it's a winner i think. just check it out guys. it's really cool. and very helpful if u r stuck for ideas!
I love the girl who works there, Alli. we had soo much to talk about. i guess we ae quite similar.
anyway. she told me abt this thing: Oxfam Unwrapped
check it out. what it is it's basically a program if you will, where you spend anywhere between $10 and $6500 buying a gift. The gift consists of things like seeds, clean water, mosquito nets, food for children and stuff.
When you buy those gifts, the money will be donated to one out of 4 causes in Oxfam: agriculture, health, education, livelihood and emergency.
For example, if i buy a chicken for $10, the money goes towards livelihood.
and when you buy a gift, you will get a card, and in the card,, you can write a msg and give it to someone.
like say, i get the chicken for my mom, i will get a cute card that explains what the gift is and how it helps people. it's a winner i think. just check it out guys. it's really cool. and very helpful if u r stuck for ideas!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Semalam
Yesterday I went to a protest against Israel's occupation in Palestine. No, I am not picking sides, and if there was a protest against Palestine, I would go to that too. I am sorry if I offended people by saying that. I am just anti war, that's all. Not anti Israel, or Palestine.
And then I went to a fair trade fair, and got fair trade chocolate. And heard this guy talk about the framing industry in India. It was fascinating, moving and inspiring.
Also, I got a job volunteering at the Oxfam shop on Leicester St, on Wednesdays.
Look who has a life now?!
And then I went to a fair trade fair, and got fair trade chocolate. And heard this guy talk about the framing industry in India. It was fascinating, moving and inspiring.
Also, I got a job volunteering at the Oxfam shop on Leicester St, on Wednesdays.
Look who has a life now?!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
LOL
On the dinner table...
Scotland: I donno what I wanna do yet
Kath: Me neither
Lauren: Neither do i
TV: Yeah, i donno too.
Scotland: You don't know what you are going to do?
TV: I know what I am going to do, I just don't know why I am doing it.
Kath: That sucks, what are you going to do?
TV: Accounting and Finance
Scotland: Yeah I know! You are like the most unlikely person to be an accountant. It's so not you. I would never have guessed
TV:*looks puzzled*
Scotland: You have too much personality, TV. You are too flamboyant. Just..too you know, not very accountant.
Is that a compliment?
Scotland: I donno what I wanna do yet
Kath: Me neither
Lauren: Neither do i
TV: Yeah, i donno too.
Scotland: You don't know what you are going to do?
TV: I know what I am going to do, I just don't know why I am doing it.
Kath: That sucks, what are you going to do?
TV: Accounting and Finance
Scotland: Yeah I know! You are like the most unlikely person to be an accountant. It's so not you. I would never have guessed
TV:*looks puzzled*
Scotland: You have too much personality, TV. You are too flamboyant. Just..too you know, not very accountant.
Is that a compliment?
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Forgive me Jebus for I have sinned
OMG. There's only one thing that is scarier than turning into your mother (HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MA): turning into your sociopathic, japanese-speaking, anime obsessed, disney channel obsessed, high school musical maniac, Zac Efron die hard fan 13 year old little sister.
I'm turning into my little sister!! *JENG JENG JENG*
OK,maybe i exaggerated.
It all started approximately 24 hours ago when I was bored out of my senses. So I call Eli up and ask her if she wants to go see a movie. We decided to go watch 17 again. WHY we picked that movie? I don't know. Please let me know if you do.
Watching the movie, it just kinda hit me that Zac Efron whom I hate and despise with every single ounce of will, (even my organels hate him) is kinda, sorta, just a teenyweeny cute-ish.
I had to slap myself upon making this realisation. Now before you go on and launch a vendetta against me for saying he is cute(unagruably a conclusion came to when i was under the influence), just watch the movie. When you take him out of that striking red Wild Cats uniform,basketball, a high school setting, Venessa 'FuckFace' Hudgens, singing and dancing, he looks...er...decent-ish.
WAIT! What am I talking about? In 17 again, he is still in high school, he still plays basketball, and he did dance. GRR...
Plus, there was this scene where he cries, and there's mucus flowing from his left nostril to his upper lip. He actually eats/licks it. But who knew he could actually act?!
But somehow, something was just...you know. Maybe it was the muscle car, maybe it was those dreamy blue eyes. Or maybe I'm just delusional.
Or worse...turning into my little sister.
I'm turning into my little sister!! *JENG JENG JENG*
OK,maybe i exaggerated.
It all started approximately 24 hours ago when I was bored out of my senses. So I call Eli up and ask her if she wants to go see a movie. We decided to go watch 17 again. WHY we picked that movie? I don't know. Please let me know if you do.
Watching the movie, it just kinda hit me that Zac Efron whom I hate and despise with every single ounce of will, (even my organels hate him) is kinda, sorta, just a teenyweeny cute-ish.
I had to slap myself upon making this realisation. Now before you go on and launch a vendetta against me for saying he is cute(unagruably a conclusion came to when i was under the influence), just watch the movie. When you take him out of that striking red Wild Cats uniform,basketball, a high school setting, Venessa 'FuckFace' Hudgens, singing and dancing, he looks...er...decent-ish.
WAIT! What am I talking about? In 17 again, he is still in high school, he still plays basketball, and he did dance. GRR...
Plus, there was this scene where he cries, and there's mucus flowing from his left nostril to his upper lip. He actually eats/licks it. But who knew he could actually act?!
But somehow, something was just...you know. Maybe it was the muscle car, maybe it was those dreamy blue eyes. Or maybe I'm just delusional.
Or worse...turning into my little sister.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sometimes, on the breakfast/lunch/dinner table, when one of them aussies starts talking about random things (i.e: Green Day, Prince William, Twilight etc), all of a sudden I start belting out all these random facts about them/him/it.
And then the aussies give me that judgmental stare. Which is not half bad, seeing as they are probably the LEAST judgmental people in the entire universe and beyond. Definitely less judgemental than Malaysians. I'm not judging as to who the most judgmental people are. BUT, a judgmental stare non the less.
And then I stop and say. " Oh I used to like him/her/them/it, but I'm all grown up now"(mostly true)
And then i realise, actually. Gosh I am SO immature!
And then the aussies give me that judgmental stare. Which is not half bad, seeing as they are probably the LEAST judgmental people in the entire universe and beyond. Definitely less judgemental than Malaysians. I'm not judging as to who the most judgmental people are. BUT, a judgmental stare non the less.
And then I stop and say. " Oh I used to like him/her/them/it, but I'm all grown up now"(mostly true)
And then i realise, actually. Gosh I am SO immature!
pangillanku
I think I should be a romance novel writer. not like Barbara Cartland or Julie Garwood (not that i read them , i swear!) but more like you know...X Rated 'Romance' Novels (for appreances sake, i'm gonna lie to you and say i dont know names of any x rated romance novel writers).
I seriously come up with like the best lines EVER.
Pour example:
1. Y is sitting on X's lap, and licking/biting his face
X: I thought you said you weren't hungry
Y: This is a different kind of appetite
2. Y walks in with a skimpy dress
X: Are you wearing anything under that?
Y: Why don't you find out?
OK, Ok..before imaginations start running wild here, let me just state that those dialogues have no resemblance to real life what-so-ever and all characters and purely fictatious.
So. since all my friends are doing like commerce/law/med/engineering, sure all rich one day right?
So who want's to publich my frist novel?
I'm still thinking of a pen-name.
How does Diamante sound?
I seriously come up with like the best lines EVER.
Pour example:
1. Y is sitting on X's lap, and licking/biting his face
X: I thought you said you weren't hungry
Y: This is a different kind of appetite
2. Y walks in with a skimpy dress
X: Are you wearing anything under that?
Y: Why don't you find out?
OK, Ok..before imaginations start running wild here, let me just state that those dialogues have no resemblance to real life what-so-ever and all characters and purely fictatious.
So. since all my friends are doing like commerce/law/med/engineering, sure all rich one day right?
So who want's to publich my frist novel?
I'm still thinking of a pen-name.
How does Diamante sound?
Sunday, May 3, 2009
this is shit
My exam timetable is like horse poo.
Hang on, at least horse poo got a bit use, right?
So it's like gosh i donno la. crocodile poo.
I start exams on 12th, and then 19th, and then 23rd and 26th of June.
So annoying. I'd rather have all of em in one week and go out with a bang
Hang on, at least horse poo got a bit use, right?
So it's like gosh i donno la. crocodile poo.
I start exams on 12th, and then 19th, and then 23rd and 26th of June.
So annoying. I'd rather have all of em in one week and go out with a bang
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
mhmm, u know what happens when you try and lock away the shopping urges you have and go on with life pretending to be one of those aussie who can go years without shopping? you know what happens when you deny yourself every Malaysian's utmost basic, physiological almost right to shop, shop and away?
The shopping monstrer haunts you and you explode!
I went ball dress shopping. I told Shane i will come back with one dress, and NOTHING else.I keep the NOTHING else part unflawed. It's just that...somewhere in the process of shopping I forgt how to count.
I can back with 5 absolutely beautiful, breathtaking dresses. MAN! Bridge Rd rocks!
The shopping monstrer haunts you and you explode!
I went ball dress shopping. I told Shane i will come back with one dress, and NOTHING else.I keep the NOTHING else part unflawed. It's just that...somewhere in the process of shopping I forgt how to count.
I can back with 5 absolutely beautiful, breathtaking dresses. MAN! Bridge Rd rocks!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Shane: I wanna go see (insert difficult to pronounce Chinese name here) province in China. And (insert another difficult to pronounce Chinese name here) province and Tibet and (insert yet another difficult to pronounce Chinese name here) province.
TV: Tibet is not in China
Shane: *sigh*. That's what my brother would have said.
TV: Tibet is not in China
Shane: *sigh*. That's what my brother would have said.
Friday, April 24, 2009
o forgot
I went grape picking in the holidays!
O what a joy it was.
Shane's parents' friends have this awesome vineyard/orchard and they make wine every year. And this year, i was commissioned to help them.
It was so much fun.
It was so worth it, going to Warrnambool for the weekend...having some nice home cooked food, going to this resaturant and having the best pizza i have ever tasted, going for walks, and actually meeting ADULTS and not just hang around drunk/hungover teenagers all the time.
So worth sitting at the back seat of Shane's car for 3.5 hrs, listening to him and Tim(his younger brother) quarrel about EVERYTHING means ANY-BLOODY-THING! His dad, Leigh just looked at me with pitiful eyes, as if to say...u see what i have had to put up with for the past 20 years?I thought it was funny/cute at first. and then i just thought it was quite the er.....annoying.
...And Tim criticizing some of the songs in TV's Selection of Beatles songs. Tim and Leigh know heaps about music, it's aaaawesome. we played alphabetical bands, cricket etc etc. some aussie car games.
BUT. I'm a bit of a celebrity in Warrnambool. Everytime we meet someone and I want to introduce myself, people just go "OH! You must be TV". and give me a 'awwwwww' look or a hug. I'm just like oooooooookaaaaaaaay......how do this people know who I am?! I guess in a place like Warrnambool, it's uncommon to see interracial couples.
But gosh, Warrrnambool is so the very beautiful!
And then i saw Shane's travel photos, and his baby photos and video. It was good fun.
Gosh u know u hv turned boring when u actually use your blog to let people know what has been going on in your life, instead of using it as a publication medium to spread left wing-psychopathic-hippie thoughts.
O what a joy it was.
Shane's parents' friends have this awesome vineyard/orchard and they make wine every year. And this year, i was commissioned to help them.
It was so much fun.
It was so worth it, going to Warrnambool for the weekend...having some nice home cooked food, going to this resaturant and having the best pizza i have ever tasted, going for walks, and actually meeting ADULTS and not just hang around drunk/hungover teenagers all the time.
So worth sitting at the back seat of Shane's car for 3.5 hrs, listening to him and Tim(his younger brother) quarrel about EVERYTHING means ANY-BLOODY-THING! His dad, Leigh just looked at me with pitiful eyes, as if to say...u see what i have had to put up with for the past 20 years?I thought it was funny/cute at first. and then i just thought it was quite the er.....annoying.
...And Tim criticizing some of the songs in TV's Selection of Beatles songs. Tim and Leigh know heaps about music, it's aaaawesome. we played alphabetical bands, cricket etc etc. some aussie car games.
BUT. I'm a bit of a celebrity in Warrnambool. Everytime we meet someone and I want to introduce myself, people just go "OH! You must be TV". and give me a 'awwwwww' look or a hug. I'm just like oooooooookaaaaaaaay......how do this people know who I am?! I guess in a place like Warrnambool, it's uncommon to see interracial couples.
But gosh, Warrrnambool is so the very beautiful!
And then i saw Shane's travel photos, and his baby photos and video. It was good fun.
Gosh u know u hv turned boring when u actually use your blog to let people know what has been going on in your life, instead of using it as a publication medium to spread left wing-psychopathic-hippie thoughts.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
oooh
So, I'm doing my organisational behaviour take home exam, and I'm all like gah my life is shit bla bla why does God hate me bla bla. The usual.
And then my uncle sends me this video. I tell you he sure got hidden cam somewhere in my room. He always sends me stuff when I need it most. Anyway, long story short la-i need to get back to stupid OB.
Watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUMtI0-cJRU
Chorny don't watch. U sure cry wan. Tennis also....and entities also. Actually all of you don't watch. Will cry wan.
...ok back to work. i suggest you do the same.
And then my uncle sends me this video. I tell you he sure got hidden cam somewhere in my room. He always sends me stuff when I need it most. Anyway, long story short la-i need to get back to stupid OB.
Watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUMtI0-cJRU
Chorny don't watch. U sure cry wan. Tennis also....and entities also. Actually all of you don't watch. Will cry wan.
...ok back to work. i suggest you do the same.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I need a citizenship anyway
Have you guys had one of those days when you just feel so embrassed to be Malaysian? Don't get me wrong. I love the country, I love the people, the food, the culture. I love it to bits and pieces.
BUT. The politics, so embarassing. I know this is a territory I have safely stayed away from for years now, surpressing my anger and desire to yell out(by which i mean, reply their youtube comment on a video) to someone and let them know how big a flaming hypocrite they are being.
But here I am now, trying so hard to procrastinate from studying for my accounting mid sem, so I decided...if there was any a time to start letting my opinions about Malaysian politics heard, The time is NOW. The reason is PROCRASTINATION.
So, all I'm gonna say is check this link out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xibPJhHzJSA
I'm gonna be very ambiguous and wishy washy about what I think about the video(but those who know me well, will know my thoughts*bluetooth*bluetooth*), cos well..ever since i was a kid my parents have taught me to have opinions on Malaysian politics, but not let it be heard. Because Malaysians are fragile, sensitive people. That's why to this day, even when I "talk" about our lovely country's politics to Shane or someone, I look around and lower my voice to a tiny whisper ( i actually physically do. Ask Shane). And then I announce I am afraid they might strip me off my citizenship. Which we all know...is quite plausible.
But yea, check the video out. and read the comments under it. Those comments are the most hypocritical, naive things you will ever read, in your entire life.
writer was under the influence of some form of mind altering substance in Amsterdam when this was written. Hence can't be held liable for any these statements made. Writer's citizenship to remain intact.
BUT. The politics, so embarassing. I know this is a territory I have safely stayed away from for years now, surpressing my anger and desire to yell out(by which i mean, reply their youtube comment on a video) to someone and let them know how big a flaming hypocrite they are being.
But here I am now, trying so hard to procrastinate from studying for my accounting mid sem, so I decided...if there was any a time to start letting my opinions about Malaysian politics heard, The time is NOW. The reason is PROCRASTINATION.
So, all I'm gonna say is check this link out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xibPJhHzJSA
I'm gonna be very ambiguous and wishy washy about what I think about the video(but those who know me well, will know my thoughts*bluetooth*bluetooth*), cos well..ever since i was a kid my parents have taught me to have opinions on Malaysian politics, but not let it be heard. Because Malaysians are fragile, sensitive people. That's why to this day, even when I "talk" about our lovely country's politics to Shane or someone, I look around and lower my voice to a tiny whisper ( i actually physically do. Ask Shane). And then I announce I am afraid they might strip me off my citizenship. Which we all know...is quite plausible.
But yea, check the video out. and read the comments under it. Those comments are the most hypocritical, naive things you will ever read, in your entire life.
writer was under the influence of some form of mind altering substance in Amsterdam when this was written. Hence can't be held liable for any these statements made. Writer's citizenship to remain intact.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Happy Easter Peopleness of Life.
So...my co9llege has this thing called egg-o-grams that happen every Easter. What you do is, you send out cadbury chocolates eggs to people, 5 cents a piece, and 5 for $1. Bargain.
Meanwhile, I am convinced, finally after 18 years that chocolate actually contributes to weight gain. I am still kinda skeptical about it, not 100% confirm. Must do hypothesis testing at 0.01 alpha level.
So yeah, here I am trying to reduce my chocolate intake, and BAM!
I get close to 150eggs sent to me. They are all sitting on my table, staring out at me. Begging me to eat them.
HOW HOW HOW?
Why couldn't it be like Easter Muesli Bars instead?!
OMG I am like the worst chocoholic I know. I am going to DIE!
Meanwhile, I am convinced, finally after 18 years that chocolate actually contributes to weight gain. I am still kinda skeptical about it, not 100% confirm. Must do hypothesis testing at 0.01 alpha level.
So yeah, here I am trying to reduce my chocolate intake, and BAM!
I get close to 150eggs sent to me. They are all sitting on my table, staring out at me. Begging me to eat them.
HOW HOW HOW?
Why couldn't it be like Easter Muesli Bars instead?!
OMG I am like the worst chocoholic I know. I am going to DIE!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Put your hand up if you watched Confessions Of a Shopaholic?
1. why the hell is the scarf green? it's sposed to be BLUE and very exquisite looking! The scarf in the movie looks like they picked it up from some pasar malam for tiga sepuluh ringgit.
2. Why isnt Suze blonde? I though she was sposed to be blonde!
3. Why is Becky dressed up so like...over the top flamboyant? She sposed to be fashionable. Not fucking ridiculous. She looks like she got all he stuff from Pasar Pagi Kepong Baru/Petaling Street/Golok. Like her stylist is some old mak datin.
4. I dont even care la, ok. that it was NOPTHING like the book. BUt the scarf HAD to be blue! HAD TO BE BLUE. The scarf is like an icon in the book, in Becky's life.
...5. Why am i so upset/oppinionated about this?
1. why the hell is the scarf green? it's sposed to be BLUE and very exquisite looking! The scarf in the movie looks like they picked it up from some pasar malam for tiga sepuluh ringgit.
2. Why isnt Suze blonde? I though she was sposed to be blonde!
3. Why is Becky dressed up so like...over the top flamboyant? She sposed to be fashionable. Not fucking ridiculous. She looks like she got all he stuff from Pasar Pagi Kepong Baru/Petaling Street/Golok. Like her stylist is some old mak datin.
4. I dont even care la, ok. that it was NOPTHING like the book. BUt the scarf HAD to be blue! HAD TO BE BLUE. The scarf is like an icon in the book, in Becky's life.
...5. Why am i so upset/oppinionated about this?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Shane's fave pic.
i would show you my fave pic, but it's in my thumb drive, and i lost my thumb drive.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
aiya
I hate drinking for a few of reasons:
1. I always puke if I take one too many drinks, by which I mean 4 standard drinks.
2. I cry and make a mess, and trouble Retard who has to sit there telling me that my legs have not been decapitated and I don't have a husband in 'Nam.
3. While I rarely get a hangover, when I do get a hangover, I feel like the whole world is literally crumbling on top of my head and into my ears.
4. Retard pities me when I am drunk. WHY PITY RETARD? WHY? I would rather be laughed with(at), like Alski does.
5. I hate waking up with the taste of fermented puke in my mouth.
BTW, i am homeless now. It's because my warden(Margie, pronounced MA-GI, which, i kid you not, actually means whore in Bangladeshi) does not want to let me move back into my room will next weekend. I am homeless!
All i need is a can of VB and i will fit right in. Kindly buy The Big Issue and support me guys. I mean, you never know, i might even be featured in one of those articles one day.
I am trying to teach Retard Malay and he is teaching me French. I think I am making good progress(eh, i like to think) with the present tense.
Aiya i drink too much apple juice liao.
1. I always puke if I take one too many drinks, by which I mean 4 standard drinks.
2. I cry and make a mess, and trouble Retard who has to sit there telling me that my legs have not been decapitated and I don't have a husband in 'Nam.
3. While I rarely get a hangover, when I do get a hangover, I feel like the whole world is literally crumbling on top of my head and into my ears.
4. Retard pities me when I am drunk. WHY PITY RETARD? WHY? I would rather be laughed with(at), like Alski does.
5. I hate waking up with the taste of fermented puke in my mouth.
BTW, i am homeless now. It's because my warden(Margie, pronounced MA-GI, which, i kid you not, actually means whore in Bangladeshi) does not want to let me move back into my room will next weekend. I am homeless!
All i need is a can of VB and i will fit right in. Kindly buy The Big Issue and support me guys. I mean, you never know, i might even be featured in one of those articles one day.
I am trying to teach Retard Malay and he is teaching me French. I think I am making good progress(eh, i like to think) with the present tense.
Aiya i drink too much apple juice liao.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Let's perform a headcount:
1. who here like to be hurled abuses at for no reason?
2. who here has been made to believe that no matter how hard she works she will never ever fit in because she is just way too tall?
3. who has felt so alien to everyone around them that they wish they had a permenant shell attached to their back so that they cam crawl under it and petend they dont exist?
4. who has been made invisible when they wanted to be seen?
5. who has been underappreciated and overworked?
6. who has been automatically labeled 'overdramatic' just because of their past?
7. who has been throwing their head back in laughter so much to show it's all fake?
8. who has worked so hard for something that you know will always be denied to you?
9. who has been lied to?
10. who has abandoned the people who love you just to go somewhere to be abandoned by some strangers?
11. who likes to pretend everything that happens in your life is always someone else's fault just so you could muster eough courage to live another day?
12. who has held so many tears back just so that you dont get hurt when you are ignored when you cry?
13. who has pretended that chocolates fix everything?
14. who has been so lonely that you were desperate enough to consider the possibility of a God?
1. who here like to be hurled abuses at for no reason?
2. who here has been made to believe that no matter how hard she works she will never ever fit in because she is just way too tall?
3. who has felt so alien to everyone around them that they wish they had a permenant shell attached to their back so that they cam crawl under it and petend they dont exist?
4. who has been made invisible when they wanted to be seen?
5. who has been underappreciated and overworked?
6. who has been automatically labeled 'overdramatic' just because of their past?
7. who has been throwing their head back in laughter so much to show it's all fake?
8. who has worked so hard for something that you know will always be denied to you?
9. who has been lied to?
10. who has abandoned the people who love you just to go somewhere to be abandoned by some strangers?
11. who likes to pretend everything that happens in your life is always someone else's fault just so you could muster eough courage to live another day?
12. who has held so many tears back just so that you dont get hurt when you are ignored when you cry?
13. who has pretended that chocolates fix everything?
14. who has been so lonely that you were desperate enough to consider the possibility of a God?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
gah
hello people.
ok i havent updated in a while i know but it's only because i have been living with shane since like i er...came back and thus have been living off his computer. and i will not use his computer to update my blogs because:
1. it's a macbook
2. i dont want him to know my blog address =)
sadly, the retard left for some nerd conference in lorne today, leaving me to fend for myself till 5.35pm. That's when i got to board a bloody train to swan hill. it takes 5 hours and then take a bus from there to Mildura, that takes 3 hrs. Jolly, i have 8 hrs of travelling to look forward too. At least it isnt hot today (OMG OMG OMG OMG I hope i dont jinx it)
so anyway, yeah retard left. he took his computer along. how much cleaning can one really do until one gets bored right? even if one's boyfriend's room is filthy as hell.
i finally gave up and plugged my laptop in. did i mention i had to wrestle with le brain for a few minutes cos i forgot my password?
but here i am. bringing happiness to all mankind.
ok so here are the updates:
1. for all those interested (re: chorny, tities) I am still a virgin. sorry guys, maybe next time
2. retard turned 23 yesterday
3. OK, i went to retard's place. town called warrnambool, by the beach. OMG his parents were(when they were young) and still are so bloody good looking. I asked retard, " retard your parents so good looking. what happened to you?' lolness of life.
4. nevermind parents. let's talk abt this. shane's younger brother is bloody hotness of life! omg HE IS HAWT! made me wish why didnt i date the other sibling. and chorny, he is still older than me. so no hopes me joining you in the pedophiles united club anytime soon.
5. i have an obsession with canned buttered mushrooms
6. i bored liao
bye bye everyone
ok i havent updated in a while i know but it's only because i have been living with shane since like i er...came back and thus have been living off his computer. and i will not use his computer to update my blogs because:
1. it's a macbook
2. i dont want him to know my blog address =)
sadly, the retard left for some nerd conference in lorne today, leaving me to fend for myself till 5.35pm. That's when i got to board a bloody train to swan hill. it takes 5 hours and then take a bus from there to Mildura, that takes 3 hrs. Jolly, i have 8 hrs of travelling to look forward too. At least it isnt hot today (OMG OMG OMG OMG I hope i dont jinx it)
so anyway, yeah retard left. he took his computer along. how much cleaning can one really do until one gets bored right? even if one's boyfriend's room is filthy as hell.
i finally gave up and plugged my laptop in. did i mention i had to wrestle with le brain for a few minutes cos i forgot my password?
but here i am. bringing happiness to all mankind.
ok so here are the updates:
1. for all those interested (re: chorny, tities) I am still a virgin. sorry guys, maybe next time
2. retard turned 23 yesterday
3. OK, i went to retard's place. town called warrnambool, by the beach. OMG his parents were(when they were young) and still are so bloody good looking. I asked retard, " retard your parents so good looking. what happened to you?' lolness of life.
4. nevermind parents. let's talk abt this. shane's younger brother is bloody hotness of life! omg HE IS HAWT! made me wish why didnt i date the other sibling. and chorny, he is still older than me. so no hopes me joining you in the pedophiles united club anytime soon.
5. i have an obsession with canned buttered mushrooms
6. i bored liao
bye bye everyone
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
My father is the worst waker-uperer in the world. Whenever he tries to wake me up, he pounds, not knocks, POUNDS on my door and yells out my name like the future of the free world depends on my waking up.
Mom, on the other hand, THROWS my door open and yells WAKEEEEEEE UP!
Well, if the future of the free world ever depended on my waking up, let's hope my little sister doesnt assume the task of waking me up. She stands outside my door and says, rather nonchalantly, " Thivya, wake up!" And then, instantly, she turns around and yells, "Ma, she isnt waking up" While this wakes me up, it doesnt irritate me enough to yank me out of bed.
Mom, on the other hand, THROWS my door open and yells WAKEEEEEEE UP!
Well, if the future of the free world ever depended on my waking up, let's hope my little sister doesnt assume the task of waking me up. She stands outside my door and says, rather nonchalantly, " Thivya, wake up!" And then, instantly, she turns around and yells, "Ma, she isnt waking up" While this wakes me up, it doesnt irritate me enough to yank me out of bed.
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