DONATE MONEY TO ME NOT HIM!?!?!
good morning! i actually slept somewhat normal hours today! i don’t believe it! *does a happy dance* so for once i would actually turn up for the class, on time, and not for the make up class at 2pm (unless i do something idiotic like take a nap at 8 or some crazy thing like that…)
and it’s farken cold… >.<>.> i was born near the equator, not my fault that i am complaining ok! blame… earth!! thats it!! it’s its fault that its in a sphere shape, not my fault for not being able to withstand cold T_T not that i can withstand heat much anyways O.O
have anyone of you actually visited this http://www.savetoby.com ? aight, i thought i have seen enough since i started using the net when i was 13 (bear in mind i am kinda… 23..) which means, i have been around for 10 years. there were people trying to sell their burnt pubics online, selling haunted coke cans, selling their HUSBANDS, whom they are about to divorce and so on. oh yes, i have been thru the dot com boom, and bust. well not really bust if u think about it, more people are using the net today than during the “bust” its really how stuff happened. but that’s not my point.
few times i have seen idiots like THIS particular tool, who uses something other than himself to draw the sympathies of the general public for, what i would label as, extortion. of course, you cannot forget those similar idiots who donated to him base on what he said, what he put up, unless they think its a great joke and donated out of pure “hahaha good luck!” to him.
i mean, if he is such a great person that he said he is, saying that he picked up the rabbit and nurse it back to health, why would he turn on the rabbit and proceed to cook him so suddenly, without a reason, unless WE donate 50k to him? i mean, look at the recipes that he can come up with (of course it might be a hoax, i havent actually went and read them to see if it was possible).
then look at that counter. it could be counting down, or it would be going up towards 50. regardless of which way it was going, that is still a significant amount of money he has gained. and people wonder why more and more laws are set up towards this “NET” thing, well here you go. people who earns from the hearts of people, people who do stupid things like these and actually have a few rich people responding (well if u can actually do it coz u believe it, therefore to me, u have the money.)
it’s people like these who ends up having laws enclosing on bloggers too, because there are a few legitimate people who actually got money out of their sites. and now what? the police guna clamp down on it?
well then, before the police clamps down on it, and since there are such generous people who actually donates to a hoax, donate to mmmeeee. i am just a poor college student who has to suffer at my housemate’s ineptitude to clean T_T (well not really but then again :o), who can’t find work easy coz of the visa laws that i can only work 20 hours a day and i have no local working experience. Furthermore, my parents decided to be a wack and not send anymore allowance therefore i am about to die from hunger (well not true really, i still have expired food from those times when they did…), and i DO wana visit my boyfriend in Ohio because i think since i love that idiot, i SHOULD spend some time with him that is not online, don’t you think?
you know what 50k can do for me? finish my honours/masters (well i am doing undergrad, but i am thinking of the possibilities) without making it too harsh for my parents. hell, it had relieve them all together, and they can finally go do whatever they want without worrying about me.
then, i can also spend more on the worldvision kids 
(ok so i donate to world vision for “my” kid that i “adopted”, but that is MY problem. kids are the future of their country, if u don’t help them get some education and bring the country upwards, they are guna be forever in debt. and guess whose money it is that is being sent to them? that’s right, YOU the taxpayer.) so i can have like a brood of “adopted” kids and i would be happy…
and of course.. flying to ohio… ^.~ and making my cutie go CRAZYYY.. if u havent actually managed to read my blog by now, i would suggest u flip a few pages back and start reading so you have an idea what type of person i am. alone i can be quite normal. well in my perspective.
when i am with someone else though… they do kind of suffer. which means, i am going to torture my cutie… (no, not with whips and chains! what are you thinking!?!?) just coz its fun XD.
and i think thats the end of 50k. 
what a stupid world. using money to do stuff. why cant we just do stuff for people coz we want to and not coz “oo that bitch has alot of money, let’s suck it up!”? then we have less possibilities of bimbos ruling the world, and more DESIRABLE people who actually knows how to conduct themselves (case in point: paris hilton). oh i know, lots of these stories might be all rumours, might be all made up, all the media hype and also could be started by the person in question for more fame.
but if there isn’t a hint of truth in it, it wouldn’t have started anyways would it?
which brings back round to my topic, if ur that bimbo, at least donate to the right people who needs it. eg ME. no i am kidding. go look at oxfam, worldvision, unicef and a few others. those are the people who really need it.
of course if you’re still that stupid i will not stop you. my paypal is at anivyl@gmail.com and if i start seeing money there, i think i would be happy, coz at least i KNEW i somehow interest you to donate money to me with REAL stuff, with my blog, stuff that i created, than with a rabbit who doesnt know wtf is going on.
p.s i have taken off ur link tho i wish its there. coz ur a great person in ur own rights and everybody should see that >.>. for the pimp.. ehehehe, i dont bother promoting my site much, few people will chance on it i believe, thus the lack of comments. and then of course you got the retards like ME who doesnt like to comment because maybe, just maybe, people would like to prefer their blogs to be private. i don’t really know.
but no, i don’t mind if u stumble across it, or if half the world reads it, my blog is kinda an online entertainment for me. i blog my stuff here so i can laugh at myself, with the rest of the world 
There are essentially 3 types of people. those who have the unfortunate luck to be born looking like a bitch, those who nurture this bitchy attitude towards everyone and everything, and those who obviously have both traits. those who aren’t any of the 3, don’t worry, u belong to the boring class. maybe ur have ur own distince type of boring class, but i will describe them at a later stage if there’s a need.
i discovered how much one of my tutors fell so badly into the first group of people, the unfortunate looks of a foxy bitch. oh, that meant she looks hawt too btw, albeit probably just a little flat chested. then again, for people her size, tits that small just looks cute. in the mean time though, i was a tad worried she had be as bitchy as she looks. she even sounds it.
she didn’t display much of those symptoms through out the class though. instead, the fact that majority of the class was one of those quiet, i-am-guna-just-listen-and-absorb type of asians resulted in her getting more and more exasperated as the class trudges along. by the time she ended the class, she was a little on the shrill end of her wits. i believe if she was given the chance, she would have grabbed each one of us and shaken us, screaming “DID U DO YOUR FARKEN HOMEWORK!?!?1 DID YOU DID YOU !?!?! DID YOU LEARNT ANYTHING!?!?! OMG!!!!!”
obviously though, laws wouldn’t have allowed that. cool composition, the basic requirements of being a teacher.
boy do i feel sorry for her. 
*smirks happily at the pc*
in the mean time i look forward to the next class X-D silence is… purity…
and then there’s a question of people’s hygiene. well, more style of eating than hygiene really. i mean, do you honestly believe you can walk into a restaurant, all well dressed and classy looking, mobile phones and all… and get away with your horrible table manners? regardless of how cheap the restaurant is, if you eat like a hog, it reflects on you. looking class, and behaving like a woman of social standing are two VERY different things. anyways, remember, when u eat like a hog, that u represent your school, race, sex, class etc. it doesn’t matter where you go, these stand as some kind of benchmark for others to think about.
so i was eating at my favourite laksa place again, the usual orders, a chicken laksa with ONLY chicken and hokkien noodles, and a cup of red bubble tea. there were these 2 office ladies behind me, talking business, contracts and one kept getting phone calls from, i guess her subordinates, asking her what to do etc.
when they left, the waiter, let’s call him roger, remarked “these ladies are DISGUSTING!” notice, the emphasis on disgusting. that was exactly how he said it.
now you must understand, he is fairly comfortable with me because i am a regular customer, i turn up there as often as i could without going broke because their laksa and bubble tea are cooked and made in the way i like it. aside from that, there was only me there and his colleagues, no one else. so it wasn’t meant to slander those pristine women of class.
he proceeded on to complain to me about them “oh my god, they don’t know how to eat man! i mean, look at the floor!” and at this point i have to agree with him. the floor was coloured with an assortment of soup, rice bits, noodle bits and veges. oh i know, most westerners wouldn’t know how to handle chopsticks and stuff, but are fairly insistent on using it. you can’t expect them to be good at it because they don’t use it often.
on a side note here though, u will also be amazed at how many of them “westerners” that everyone claims are bad at handling chopsticks actually excel at using them far more than asians who are supposedly used to it and therefore, the experts.
however, if you had look at the ground, you would have probably thought they were trying to feed the floor instead of themselves. this wasn’t a case of “i don’t know how to eat with chopsticks.” it was a case of “i don’t know how to feed myself, therefore the floor can enjoy my food.”
i don’t know how many times i have to tell people. the table and the floor aren’t living things. they can’t eat the food that you eat. they may seem to absorb some of the liquid you pour onto them, but that is pretty much about it.
if you inflict on to another human being to do your clean ups though, i think that is fairly horrifying. you know, the food and beverage industry have a high labour turnover rates, because of hogs like these. oh and there are more reasons too, obviously. these hogs also expect you to serve them hand and foot, according to their every whim and desire, every mistake of theirs is always your fault.
oh yes, i know something about “the customer is always right” if you’re going to apply that to every stupidity of yours though, you’re going to get every single waiter fired. if one day you have to serve yourself at your favourite restaurant though, don’t be mystified. because you drove them away.
i am not saying that i am the perfect customer. but i recognise that as human, we make mistakes, the waitresses are bound to make mistakes, we make our own mistakes. i worked as a waitress before, in a renown place where i was living.
it was a christmas period when bookings are tight, tables are bound to be filled fast if you don’t bother to book early. and with tied in christmas promotions, lots of random bookings also came in during that time. this really cold woman called up my work place and booked a table for 15 i believe. or for 20 that depleted to about 15 people or so.
now, if you’re going to book a place during such a time period, you would call at least 2 weeks in advance, especially if its for your office’s celebration wouldn’t you? well, this lady called about 3 days in advance, by which most of the long tables were already booked. smaller tables were also mostly booked, which meant we couldnt realign everything. i asked her “ma’am, would it be all right if i put you in 3 seperate round tables that are side by side? because it would mean a difficult way to converse with your colleagues.” usually, most people who hire for festive seasons would not want such an arrangement.
well she said it was ok. came 21st december evening, she threw a hissy fit. why? “if i had known we would be made to be sitted with 3 seperate round tables, i wouldn’t have made a booking. why would i do that? now my boss is mad at me! i don’t care how you do it, i am not going to pay you nor eat here unless you put us in a long table arrangement!”
if you want to look good in the eyes of your boss, to start off with, my dear lady, is to get some brains, listen to us talk, because we reminded you THREE FUCKING TIMES that they are 3 seperate round tables. secondly, trying to GRAB tables like that is FUCKING RUDE, to us, to our customers. oh we can handle it all, don’t worry. but you would have to wait for your table, during which this period of time, your boss would be even more UNIMPRESSED AT YOUR STYLE OF HANDLING THINGS.
needless to say, her evening ended quite unpleasantly because she was still stuck with her 3 tables, and i refused to move her, because my customers who booked EARLIER than her, has the priority to those tables, and i am not about to upset the entire restaurant just for her. everyone pays the same price, everyone deserves the same attention from us.
if you’re stupid, eat like a hog, behave as such, be expected to be treated as such.
i love customer service.
^.^
LOL!!! i found this news story on postal and thought i should share it. taken off The Daily Telegraph, you can also find it on Reuters.co.uk
A BLOW-UP sex doll sparked a bomb alert in a German post office after it started to vibrate inside a package awaiting delivery, police said today.
“Workers were unsettled when it began vibrating and made strange noises,” a spokesman for police in the eastern city of Chemnitz said. “They were worried the package might be a bomb.”
Officers brought the sender to the scene and discovered the source of alarm was an electrical device inside a life-size female sex doll. The man told police he had wanted to return the doll because it kept turning itself on at the wrong moment.
Order was restored after the sender removed the doll’s batteries so the defective product could be returned.
Reuters
considering how i was saying to stick a blow up sex doll on someone’s car just before i saw this news, u must understand i am totally screeching with laughter right now lmao!!!
i have decided that perhaps i should be better at this than anyone else. after all, a good part of my day is spent trying to annoy linxy since he lives with me
20 ways to annoy someone:
1)Bite them, and make sure u leave a teeth mark behind….
2)sing elmo song in the most broken way you could. cry if u have to. make that 40 times a day, even when ur showering, when ur cooking, and especially if they are talking to you….
3)unplug their network connection to the modem, while they are using the net… then scream “OMG!!! THE COCKCROACH PULLED OUT THE PLUG!!”
4)run around the uni wearing a panda suit, yelling “wadge (for want of a better name) stole my clothes!!!! he’s gh3y!!!”
5)hop on their pc and steal all their porn…
6)steal batteries to the garage remote..
7)stick a blow up sex doll on top of their car. pretend u didnt do it, and when u see the crowd the next day, go there and whisper, loudly, that “i knew it! i knew that he prefers doing it with inanimate stuff omg!!”
8)run through their wardrobe contents when they have guests.. then start asking in a really innocent tone “wadge, why do you have such a small front for your underwear… and a big backside?” (huge innocent eyes must be included)
9)go for dinner with them. when their food arrives, ask in a loud voice “WHY ARE YOU DIGGING UR NOSE IN PUBLIC YOU CUNT! USE THE BATHROOM!”
10)(This only works for select individuals..) when shopping with them, at the check out counter, ask them, “hey, where’s the anal sex starter kit that u were going to buy? and then 24 pack condoms?”
11)moo at every cow that u pass by when ur in the same car as them.. then continue to bleat at sheeps, neigh at horses, and if there isn’t any animals along the road, start singing songs that is in a totally different genre from the one they are playing on the radio…
12)(this obviously only works on males…) poke their man tits and yell “MAN TITTIES!!! U HAVE GOT MAN TITTIES!!” right infront of a theater after the movies…
13)when they are on the phone with their parents, “oh honey… put it in.. slowly… oh yer (moan grunt) oh yer… don’t forget the guy behind you too, ur suppose to lick his toes… oh yer..” make sure u say all that, as ah.. porno as you could..
14)print a collection of colourful porn pictures and stuff it in their drawers when their boyfriend/girlfriend visits…
15)start digging ur nose every time they talk to you.
16)repeat everything they say to you, every other sentence they talk.
17)ask them what they want for birthday presents. and if it’s the expensive type of presents. hand make it. eg, if they want an ibook, make it out of a white folder.. (for people who have read the ebay story, u know what i meant..)
18)pretend to be drunk and make them carry you home because you’re afraid of cars.. then mid way thru start bouncing on their backs and yell “GIDDYYUPPPPPPPP!!!!!!” or “HELPP!!! HE’S KIDNAPPING ME!!!! HELP!!!!” make sure there are policemen nearby..
19)(i am not responsible for what ever happens to you in your course if u do this) during an exam, if the question requires you to explain a theory to them, weave a fictional story out of it. for example: the land/sea breeze geography theory, say that the sea, jealous of the land, decided to steal all the heat in the course of the day, so that the land is cooler at night than in the day…
20)during a writing class, start eating the paper you’re given to write on (i guarantee you, you won’t die of poisoning unless they poisoned your paper.). tell your tutor that it speeds up your writing because all that you’re ever guna say will be on the paper, due to an invisible pen that’s going to write everything u say inside your tummy, and it will be shitted out in 1 week’s time for him.
ok. i am done. that’s was a little hard… ^.^
ok, facial hair is a bane on most women’s life. they all call it facial hair so that they had feel better that they aren’t half men… let’s face it, if it’s a damn mustache, its a damn mustache u have got. if it’s a beard, oh hell yer, you have a beard. you can’t hideaway from it.
however, the most disgusting thing you can do, is to perform some sort of destruction on it in the middle of a tutorial. why tutorial, you may ask.. for one, the class has only 20 PEOPLE AT THE MOST, if u haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly alone.
for another, it’s just purely rude that u should take out a tweezer and start plucking at ur beard/mustache during class, because you’re distracting everyone as to what the fuck you’re doing.
also, if you haven’t taken out your tweezer no one would have noticed you actually have facial hair. making a big fuss out of the fact that you actually own facial hair would result in people noticing it, or haven’t u realised by now?
why am i ranting? last week i turned up for class, a scary person took out a pair of tweezers and started plucking furiously away at her beard. there’s only 10 people in that class, so naturally we were all trying so hard to ignore that fact that someone has this.. capability to do such a retarded act in class. i be attending that class tomorrow and i sit here pondering should i change the class, for whenever i think about that offender, i just cringe and put my hands to my chin, in case she might decide to just reach over and pluck out whatever she might see on my face.
oh the pain T_T.
i mean, she could have waxed her beard at home. wax is definitely more effective than plucking 1 by 1, plucking it is more effective if u have waxed everything and these tiny annoying bits are still there and its easier to tweeze it out. and no one would have known, hey you have a beard!!
but noo… hi beard woman. oh wells. off to dinner at hog’s breath.. (drools)
RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok, i am guna be VERY stupid here, very irrational perhaps, but wth man! some guy started telling people that oh, it takes a long time to earn money in l2, therefore, he ebays, therefore, let’s ebay!!! and then when i called him an ebayer, he says “i am not an ebayer just coz i said that!!” get the fuck out of here! and then he threatens to pk me, but has no balls to do so coz, guess what, he isnt even 20. but his bro, oh wow, is 40+ and all of the full red colour. so got his bro to pk me. they said i am scared to be pk-ed when i was waiting for them. they werent even near dion anywhere… and i was sitting at the northern entrance with my dorf that they wanted to pk so bad.
bro is a dagger, he still hasn’t the balls to pk me, therefore, has a red bro pk-ed me in 2 shots coz, woah, hi i am 20 lvls below him, therefore, i must be n00b. the moment i ran to use my healer they farken logged. oh yer, that’s right, before even knowing why the other party logged, you log out because YOU KNOW THAT UR LIKE A FARKEN NEWB WHO CAN’T PK!!!
i HHHHAAATTTTEEE these little cowards who runnnn… because they know there’s something bigger than them, someone better than them, but they like to feel the damn power to lord over people, even if it’s just a farken game. oh yer, that’s right, it’s a game, i know i am getting all heated up over just a game…. but it’s such people, who doesn’t have the balls to hold their own who spoils the game so bad.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *bites her teddy*
*stomps everywhere* bleah!
AND MY INTERNET!!!!! it has decided to be gh3y, dc-ing me every now and then, as it please! oooo, the strong desire to pick up the modem and smash it against the wall… what wouldn’t i give for that!!!!! not that it’s the modem’s fault, i should go down to the isp or whoever is sitting on those cables and tie him up with all those cables and, hrhrhr *snickers* tickle the hell out of him, making him laugh so hard he can’t breathe anymore and yay… well done panda!!!
oh yer. before i get too into the act of violence, i need to kindly point out somethings. while essentially i still love rachelle’s designs, as in the pink bits to this site, i have removed ayumi somewhat because i am not a fan site and this is really a site dedicated to me, not her. i am not going to stick her face in a place where the site rants on about me, and there she is at the top with her name on it. i haven’t quite done with the background though, my cutie is working on it. i kinda made my own but he said it doesn’t look very nice (i have to agree with him, but then again it’s a little beyond me atm to figure out what to do.)
before u go around thinking, hey, she draws good. sorry, i didn’t drew that. that picture was taken from somewhere and given to me over msn by a friend with no links whatsoever eons ago. so who’s ever art work it is, if u recognise it, contact me, thank you for your cute panda, it depicts me fully, well kinda ^.^
also, finally got some kind of ftp. it’s shared between 3 people though, so i might overuse or might not over use the bandwidth. if i do.. and it’s my fault T_T, then yer gotta get myself one totally dedicated to me. but judging from everyone not commenting, i pray it’s a sign that oni cutie visits this XD~~
somehow, this blog went from “i can’t be farked doing all these stuff online” to “ok, since it’s not 3 websites i have to handle, let’s play with it!!” when i am more free (read: june holidays or so), i may actually get round to doing some proper website back ground design works. not any good at html but it looks simple enough. just having to put together a background that’s the tough bit. i am not particularly artistic though, but i kinda like pink so here it stays!! vent all the pink frustrations on it.. pink pink pink!!!!
in the mean time, i discovered this treasure trove of cute, hot digitally drawn gurlz. http://www.pinuptoons.com/Galleries/Digital/DigitalArt.htm
pick one that’s you and drool over it. i am guna do just that, and then use it as a background? not sure yet hehehe…
i have lots more to rant really but at this point i have grown fairly incapable… all of a sudden i am starting to feel all tired and groggy. must be all that anger have spent themselves and goes weee!!! let’s take her energy away too!!!
well then. so be it i am guna go lie down abit ^.~
right. that was a horrible morning. then i set about reading my stuff, cuppa soup and all. slowly trying to relax and perhaps nap before class. no such luck. i turned on photoshop midway thru reading and got stuck trying to make a new heading for my blog background. dont get me wrong, i love ayumi, i really do, but i am no crazed fan, thus she has to go. the rest of the blog is cool though, so i have to figure something out. just doing something with her head being there.
now for those who knows me well, the last time since i last touched that program was also in conjunction with my dreamweaver program, way back in 1999. this is year 2005. a good 6 years have passed since then. so naturally i was a klutz. but when all is done, it will be revealed to everyone.
also, i discover this webby called multiply. it’s like an online blog, album, contact list, calendar thingy all rolled into one. naturally i am interested for here is something i was looking for… an online photo album with no restrictions far as i can see (yahoo has only 30megs last i saw :() if i had discovered multiply before blogspot i might have totally relied on it. sadly, i didn’t. it’s a good all in one tool though, but at the end of the day, blogger is also easier for me. i am a klutz at techie shet, so linking, just purely linking to it, will do. so you can find the present link atm to your right. i have some old pictures there, and some new ones that i just added in today, including some doodling in class (sigh, need to get rid of that habit) and a couple of chalk war on the wall we have.
today is a good idea how forever klutzy i am guna be. i think i kinda like it tho.. allows me to KNOW and MEET new people. first off though, it might be coz i am an arts student, a syndrome to be all klutzy, it’s an arty form after all, in my opinion XD. (okok i know its an excuse…) but u cannot, CANNOT ignore how many of the arts faculty lecturers are such klutz either with techie stuff in lecture halls.
it was something i will forever remember, my first day in introduction to politics in year one. the lecturer couldnt get his mic working the first day, couldnt get the lightings working the next day, and then both wont work, plus a third machinary, the av. at this point i was a little mortified. DOCTOR so and so is an utter klutz who cant get stuff working? then he started saying ” i find this a natural occurence with all lecturers in the arts faculty.. we always seems to have a problem with this thing called technology..especially when they all merged into one control system (referring to the all in one computing system that they used to turn on lights etc.).” this was the beginning of my education, where i might ONE day end up like them and be totally unable to operate semi sophisticated systems. i felt worried.
anyways back to present day with this prof, he got the settings right at first go. honestly, there was nothing wrong with it. then 2 seconds into viewing the movie, he somehow decided there needs to be something else done. started clicking buttons here and there that resulted in no movies and flashing lights… by then the class was trying hard not to laugh, but the forestry lecture hall was beginning to look like the interior of icbm on a good saturday night, sans the music. thankfully he decided 10 mins later to just restart the entire movie and do the one click thing again. and then sat quietly down for the rest of the lecture.
to my own klutz for the day:
so i was doodling.. happily just doodling away, swinging my feet violently while listening to the lecture, before the movie started. then weee…. goes the cute birkenstock sandals i had on. it tumbled down the steps behind another’s chair. naturally, i was too embarassed to stand up, or even took the time and the mask of darkness to get the offending sandal back. i mean, man, i would look like a freak. lets take it back after class.
smart one. the girl who got the sandal started kinda shouting, whose is this whose is this….?!?! oh my god, the shame T_T i wish i could just curl up and hide in a hole somewhere…
anyways, i was still glad about something tho. my friend nurjit called me today. just outta blue, a long distance call. she’s getting engaged :(. i dont know if i should be happy or sad. this is one person who truly treasures her freedom, who wana marry probably after 28. oh wells. all the best to her though, even though its not marriage yet, but its married in the eyes of the law or some shet. i still love her, and wish her all the best 
sigh. now i am beginning to feel all old and wrinkly and stuff. and still acting like a retarded 17 years old.
i like being 17 years old though. i like this perpetual happiness that i can enjoy, i can appreciate. of course you don’t have to be a 17 years old to be do all that. it’s just with time, with age, more is expected of a person to conform and let go the frivolities of youth. expected to turn up at office and work off ur ass, to be a part of the rat race, die old and not be happy.
i don’t want that. i don’t know exactly what i can be, but i know what i want to be. i want to make a difference, i wana be different because i am different. i know i sound like this 12 years old. you know, 12 years olds sometimes make more sense than 40 years olds.
i wana help the children of the world, of the third world out of their poverty, out of their meagre and ignored existence. i wana be there when people die, so that they wont die alone, they wont die unloved. perhaps the only impossibility to this task is, i can’t be everywhere all at once. but i do want people to know, someone out there cares. happiness is ssooo precious. true friendship is sooo rare. real love, rarer still.
it’s not that i don’t believe love and marriage won’t bring happiness though. it’s just wow. how our dreams change as we grow older. how everyone changes as the society pulls a stop to everything and everyone just follows like blind sheep. i don’t wana be like that.
at the same time i fear too, that once i get out into the working world, i am guna be a bum and follow the flow and just drift into non-existence. that isn’t me. we all aren’t the same,we are all special. wtf at non-existence.
blahhhhhh
have a good day u special people out there….
lol…. ran thru the winners of the bloggies award, and found most of those i expected to win, to win. what is funny though is that i actually havent put most down as favourites, tho i did like a few of those i believed would have won. i mean ANYWAYS, i couldn’t figure out not fall asleep at some of the most BORING technical stuff some of them says. i know i know, they can be awesome technical tools, but man, reading about articles like that, it just retards me more than i already am.
so saying, wth am i doing up in like 4 hours after i fell asleep? oh, the garage door woke me up. that’s the only problem i have with this apartment, this room, because basically i live right above the entrance of the garage where 498210498132491 of these apartments uses. which basically means, EVERYONE. and GOD do i HAVE to wake up to that sound everyday!i could soften the effect by running music thru the night while i sleep, but i be DAMNED if i have to wake up to that shet again! (then again i say that everyday and i still wake up to that shet.)
aside from that, i had a nightmare. oh yer, in the truest sense of the word, i had a bad nightmare. as everyone knows, linxy stays with me. i was beginning to feel like his bitch sometimes when i ended up washing his stuff with mine coz he didnt bother to wash his stuff, and now just goes “ok panda, u can wash this too.” and makes it sounds like, damn, it should be my responsibility too despite HEY, i just washed all my stuff here. anyways, in this nightmare, i had this HUGE pile of stuff that i had to wash, which i hadn’t used, according to the dream, which meant, it was all his!!! T_T then after that i was carrying it all somewhere, i have no idea what the dream was doing, the cupboard where we store clean stuff was right behind me when i face the sink. but anyways, i started walking thru this FOREST of boxes and stuff that belongs to linxy… which in real life is true too, that causes me to trip and all those plates and stuff starts flying around and turning into aliens and beaming lights, with this voice echo-ing “you have made master linxy mad…. ur going to planet of doom……”
suffice to say, i woke up at that point, swearing like the retard that i was. “what the fuck!!” and then i found myself in my room, waking up coz all that birrrrrrrr-ing from the “flying discs” in my dreams was that stupid stupid garage door.
i have a huge mind to start throwing his dishes at his door at this point, just to prove that he ain’t my master and those dishes can go fuck themselves.
of course at this point, i know the dishes arent all that offensive, and i did realise… that we only have this many dishes, and they are all his, and unless i am willing to fork out 30 bux to replace them or get some of my own, ruining them coz of my dream would actually have disastrous results for me. so saying, i might just go terrify him later with my various renditions of elmo song just for revenge.
it is his fault after all that i have the nightmare.
Random Email of the day:
Everyday, we awaken with another chance at life.
Sometimes we forget how lucky we are,
Forget to appreciate the little things around us
that means so much.
Too often we don’t realise
What we have until it’s gone;
Too often we wait too long to say
“i’m sorry, i was wrong.”
Sometimes, it seems we hurt
The very ones
We hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
To tear us apart.
Far too many times
we let unimportant things occupy us;
and then it’s usually too late
to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let others know
How much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you’ve got.
And be thankful for the little things
In life that means alot.
What is life?
i am not quite sure i have an answer to that. i don’t think anyone does. all of us have a theory, an idea what it is, all based on our own personal experience, our own beliefs, religious or otherwise.
however, i believe few will disagree with me if i say it is fragile, too long to have nothing done within it’s span over time, too short to take for granted.
today, i lost a friend.
in modern times, with technology as it is, certain barriers dissolves, what constitutes as space, time and distance are abolished and thus new friendships form in the most bizarre of places. this is how i found this friend of mine. we didn’t know each other very well, nor have talked much lately, if at all.
time apart, distance and space doesn’t stop friends from being friends, people from caring, emotions and comments from being appreciated. the being that was there, will always be there, because the person behind the screen is a person with a soul, a feeling, a mind, a heart.
so, with his departure from this world, i feel a loss. this car accident that took him away, in a perhaps twisted sense, i hope she hasn’t survived to wake from unconsciousness to know her son was gone, for his mum was in the same car with him. yet, he has a brother, who also needs a mother. but a mother’s pain… can you feel it? the saddest thing in the world, is when u as a parent have to bury your son.
i don’t happen to like departures, because i may never see so and so again. but when deaths occur.. i don’t like it more, though i find that feeling to explain to everyone. this person, regardless of who he is, i can never tell him “thanks for knowing me, for letting me know you, because you brought another dimension of knowledge into my life.”
i lost a closer friend last year. one whom, i guess, i kinda took for granted. before he drove out, i told him i had brb. but i wasn’t back soon enough, and off he already went to party. drunk driving, he crashed into a house and died. no matter who’s fault it was that he crashed.. the car, him for being an idiot.. etc, i wish my last words wasnt “brb”. i wish it was more towards “hey, thanks for being a friend, i love u too..” but we all, as time goes by, we always always take for granted that the people beside us are guna be there forever.
to all my friends out there, i love you all. i don’t wana lose you, in one way or another. but sometimes things happen… and you gotta go. then, all i have to say is, farewell my dear friend.. thanks for being there whenever i needed you, thanks for being just you.
rest in peace, j and wiser…
i found this crazy email asking me to list my likes and dislikes. i think i shall list some down here too, here goes.
Whats your favourite fragrance?
i have 2 actually, Anna Sui’s Sui love and Lolita Lempicka. both are picked out of pure biaseness than coz i have tested other perfumes. it was the packaging. butterflies, purple, flowers, apple bottles. go have a look, those are the kinda stuff i like hehe.
Whats your favourite cosemetics brand?
Contrary to common belief that women loves cosemetics, i actually don’t use them often. but i do own some for functions. Anna Sui, for the same purpose as above (plus the fact they have GORGEOUS natural smells like pawlonia wood or something.)
What movie do u love the most?
HEAPS! Legally blonde 1 & 2, Coyote Ugly, Hitch, Center Stage, etc… dance movies for the dance moves, other movies for the chick flick side of it.
Favourite type of food?
oooerrr, sushi.. sushi… the australian type of chicken laksa, viet fresh spring rolls.. all jap food really (drools~~~~)
Favourite soup:
French onion soup (the best one i tasted ever was in a hotel, but i never found a comparable one ever again :(), cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, mushroom potage (campbell canned soup :D), cream of vegetables, all with crotons
Favourite dessert:
deep, fried ice cream
Favourite clubbing hangout:
er… i dont club enough to know, but i guess south pac and moose?
favourite colour:
2 really. lilac and pink. overall, i love pastel colours =X
who’s your idol?
Sadly, i had only one idol ever in my life, and that was michael jackson back in 1993 before he was viewed as a deranged molestor, and before he had kids. i have none ever since.
Who do you prefer, mum or dad?
DAD!
What wouldn’t you be caught dead doing?
going for the right classes, at the wrong time =X
What’s the favourite part of ur body?
hair… ^.~
what’s your favourite drink?
SPRITE!
if this is your last day on earth, what would u do?
run to ohio and grab someone to kiss =X well fly really.
then it’s off to africa, and hug the poor orphans T_T nobody should die unloved T_T and alone…
-.- there are times when i wish technology can be slightly MORE reliable than it already is. considering i spent the last hour writing this blog, i damn well wish it was published rather than “page not found, error 504″ or some stupid thing like that.
at any rate, i was just talking about how, delightfully, i stepped outta my apartment and to stewie’s birthday bbq, which was more of a sausage and laugh at everyone’s misdemeanour over the last 3-4 years of uni life. with mosquitos around though, it was hardly relaxing, but yer, i kind of enjoyed myself a little. ^.^
however, as my luck would have it, right from the start of the day i simply had to have stomach pains. this range from pure diarrhoea (oh yer, this word exists in your dictionary, so thus it’s NOT disgusting it’s a bodily function…), to the usual cramps. i demand better treatment towards my nerves from my body!
and then there’s this usual ill treatment of my cutie abusing him is hilarious XD especially when u consider how much i spend my time on it :o… first off, i couldn’t stop laughing after posting his gh3y looking private messages to me in rose, then posting his gh3y-like response when he saw the posts in the forums XD…
his madness, his laughter, it’s alll sssoooo cute, such a blessing to have him (drool…droooll…ddddrrrrooollll) nevermind.. ahem..
anyways, while thinking of ways to prove to him how perverted he maybe, i chanced upon this article in playboy.com: http://www.playboy.com/sex/features/breasts/ which tells various interesting things about boobs, from how to tell if a woman is sexually aroused, to the, ah…, man boobs!!! as i have often pointed out to wadge, his man boobs exists!!! and they prove to have some use, though i actually haven’t had a good read at that section.
i chanced upon lush australia’s website too!!!! omgomg (drooollll~~~~~~~) it’s sssooo yummy, i can’t wait to hop into a bathtub with all those mmm yummy stuff (going bimbo here, gimme a sec to clear up ^.^) but oo errr, can’t linger on that site too long or i had buy everything. lush cosemetics produces one of the most original, natural, yummy smelling, rich, skin worthy and helpful products of all the companies i have known out there. not exactly cheap, but not overtly priced like some ridiculous branded items maybe, it is every gurls mmmmmm shower dream fulfilled. i have put a link there to the link’s section if u wana have a look. they have other countries on their list, but sadly since they pulled out of singapore, u have to order internationally if ur from there or malaysia. the closest to both countries, if ur abit conscious of the product’s freshness, would be hong kong or aussie (i don’t measure the distance between singapore and others very well :o).
in the mean time, i am still stuck with my 2 liters huge body shampoo that i bought back in muar, malaysia when i visited my grandma and was doing my return shopping there. i didn’t buy much other than some good food that i wanted to share with the boys here (which ultimately ended up having me gobbled most of the food =X i am sssooo bad with good food). there’s of course no worries about that. my main concern for most part of my life wasn’t really my skin, but my hair. for week days, i use this japanese brand shampoo which for the life of me i can’t understand other than it being typed as aquair water shampoo or something along that line. it smells heavenly, and was a rave with my colleagues back at the pharmacy then. we had used to buy it out.
then on weekends (ok so i am the ultimate bimbo, who cares -.-), i use redkens all soft range. that one, oooo, smells like vanilla… and i had sit there just going oooerrr. it has tremendously good effects on the hair, keeping it all soft like it’s title says. aight, stop picking on the bimbo.
on the good news for today, i found the 2 bookmarks that i ever bought in my life (hand made ones, freebies, they often used to look sooo good) finally. they were bought from the oxfam shop here, but looks so leet. but went missing when i moved here amidst the boxes and stuff.
i also found the website to this miniature plant i totally adore. not quite sure if i want to buy it, expenses are kinda tight. http://www.emygarden.com/SearchResult.aspx?CategoryID=16 but have a look, aren’t they totally asking to be kissed *.*?
sigh. i realise, the closer to bedtime that i blog, the more bimbo i sound at every turn. how sad -.-”"
i’ve decided to cut short the number of days showed on the first page out of sheer ease for everyone, and also for those reading this from the uni, i still remember the outrageous amount of money u guys had to pay for sda data.
for those who wana have a look at the photos still though of various things, u can scroll thru the archives urself. but those specifically wanting to link to the page where i had my pictures taken of the walk home from civic, thru uni and all, it’s this page here so it’s easier to look at. once i figure out how to get an album going, i will link it up on the side bars.
other than that, i found this question very intriguing, and some answers even more intriguing:
“why download porn?”
1 girl i noted: “same reasons as the girls do? o.o”
my own question to her though wud have been “er, for laughs? o.o??”
her bf’s answer “coz erm if the erm secks session wasn’t satisfactory, self satisfaction..”
hrm…
my answer “for my project back then… for entertainment coz it’s funny.. to learn new positions, not that there is any new ones they ever show… and to wonder how the fuck they ever get into those positions..”
oh yer.. the curiousity of the panda.. how u ever twist a body in such exotic positions… that is SOOOO beyond me.
by the way, my blog earlier.. i am guna have to change the time -.- i can’t believe i posted stuff in my blogskins test blog -.- geez….
some boys’ answers :
“u don’t know our needs… man u don’t understand man….” (uhm ok then…)
“we need to get it off otherwise we be bad tempered and all that. at least once a week, it’s scientifically proven that we had get sexual frustration other wise” (ok then what about priests and monks o.o??)
“stfu panda!!!” (being embarassed doesnt help ^.^ <3>
“i don’t watch porn…” (winmx shows u have over 20 gigs of porn u retard… it’s pretty obvious when the title goes “a tight arse french maid’s first time” ahaha)
similarly, a question i pose to them due to some recent disgusting behaviour on lineage… why do guys get all excited when they realises “OMG GIRLS PLAY GAMES!!!” and then proceeds to try and cyber with them. or just try to cyber anyways, regardless of games and such…
my discoveries:
“porn isn’t enough” (wow, u have a dangerously high libido there my boy, ever considered a psychaitrist?)
“it’s closer to the real thing than porn, because u know it’s a real girl over there with a real body..” (due to recent events, well not really recent, i have come to realise that sometimes, the “girl” on the other end might just be a snivelling, drooling, perverted 59 years old man..)
“i can’t download porn. for (insert reasons)” (somehow this reason cracks me up. you cant visualise like how a porn show can aid u in that. here it’s total imagination. i am trying to figure out what the guys see in their mind’s eyes… it doesnt look hawt to me LOL)
“if i’m lucky i get video and voice conferencing too” (how do u know it’s not video/voice overs? technology is flexible man..)
at the end of the day, i concluded, there are those useless, no-lifes out there, who are terribly funny in their concepts and ideas, not forgetting their novel ways of getting it off.
regardless of the facts that all those above mention subjects are actually.. pixels… till u behold them in real life lmao!!!!
remember… no matter how bad it seems, the real thing, is better than your 2 hands.
hehe… i been blog trolling again. it turned up quite a few finds for me, with regards to emotions, questions and answers. some of the blogs that i viewed, were really parts of these sites that i used to visit fairly often.
how odd it is though, when u read through the blogs and remember those times when u first started reading, how the author was like and what position he/she was, the events of that year and so on. this particular site that i had visited for almost 2 and a half years or so now kinda.. make me realised alot about time. i have been here for almost that long now. wow. lol. she was celebrating her 2nd anniversary with her boyfriend then, and now it’s the 4th year. feel weird hrhr… in this time though, i have changed, i have adapted, perhaps not alot in my own point of view after all, pretty much whatever i exhibit is truly me that was hidden beneath in a restrictive kind of society that i felt it was.
there was also the point that before i came here, i underwent a life changing course, which of course didnt allow me to be able to fully expend the outcome of it in singapore, and thus far, australia has received the full brunt of it, as well as the various ups and downs at the times when i had retreat back into my shell like i used to. regardless though, each time i go back home, or what is technically called my home, i no longer feel at ease, comfortable and so on, or even closed to being comfortable anyways, like i thought i used to. instead, i actually feel i belong here somehow. true, even after these 2 years, i am not totally a part of this culture, i have not explored even half of canberra nor seen the tourist sites that defined this place to the international world. but then again, i feel more “home” here than my birthplace. 2 years.
what a change.
incidentally, i have a few rhetorical questions to ask all of u. there’s no need to reply in comment (though i have reckon by now few peeps bother commenting, me included on other people’s blogs X-D), but really just ask yourself.
1) what do u really want in life for yourself?
2) what’s behind that want?
3) have you really ever loved someone for who and what he/she is, more than what she appeared to be?
4) do you love yourself? slightly more than a couple of years ago,
i have never heard of blogging, never heard of people writing their stuff on their websites. perhaps i am just not net savvy enough, but at that time all i ever did with the internet was just shopping and messing around with my websites from geocities and while playing neopets (check it out !!! http://www.neopets.com it’s cute :P). i did wanted to have an online journal of sorts but the html behind it was far too complicated for me and i didnt want to take the trouble to do it. as i said though, i prefer paper products anyways, and i often write in bouts of passion more than just a need to note down anything for that day. this often resulted in terribly long entries that makes up for the ridiculous amount of time that i actually spent on it, which was basically none.
the main reason i started blogging was more because i started studying here, which meant i have to email/write to all my friends basically regarding the same thing. now if ur like me, ur guna have 10 page 20 page long epics ready by the time they reply to your snail mail, and about half of that with the speed of email and what ever time they could spend. and it had be mostly about the same things. blogs by then made some sort of sense. again, though, i didnt write except when i felt like i had something i need to get off my chest. there never seem to be a need to write about something that is, trivial. going to school, walking by the river, stuff that u know exists but take for granted. you know how sometimes u talk to yourself, be it in the head or openly? well it has come to this point where i got fairly vocal about somethings to myself, mostly in relation to my courses, but also to other environmental issues. changes, disgruntled views or just opposing views to what i read.
i decided to just rant about it on blogs rather than look like a retarded person walking to school. n thus this blog was restarted with that in mind to just let me sit and rant (and u be surprise actually eventually some of these stuff actually goes back to my written assignments :O)
i chanced upon some articles yesterday, with regards to what they called “the father of blogging” or something like that, about a person named justin hall, who had blogged for 11 years by beginning of last year, spanning his entire college and post grad life i believe, through his dad’s suicide, everything was fairly out there. perhaps one of the failings of the entire blog would be his fame, his name or just basically stating who the hell he was. when he ended the blog, it was on a highly emotional note where he fell apart emotionally, cause he had a couple of failed relationships and, judging from his video, perhaps a number of failed normal socialisation with people.
i never got the chance to actually have a look at his blog so i can’t say for sure, but for 11 years of faithful blogging, resulting in almost 5000 pages of data, it must have been something. why did i call it a failure then? it was mostly from what i could gather from his video really as the site was closed. he felt that internet brought him a feeling of intimacy, which at the same time was pushing away people from him. he felt people couldnt trust him not to talk about them, not to talk about the people who lives about 3 hours away from him. i
n my opinion, blog is a good thing to rant, to let out some air for those frustrations. at the same time though, some things should be kept private. incidents that happens in your bedroom, incidents that happens between u and someone else, that from your own judgement should be kept private, should remain private. there are somethings i will not mention here, somethings that i choose not to. not coz i don’t trust the net, but secrets are something precious, something that if u hold to ur heart, u learn to treasure. this can include the people u know, for they are such wonderful people, the experiences u have felt, or just the place u live.
there are moments where, i know it’s ultra special. oh, i want to share with the world, but then again, i also wana keep it because its so beautiful it’s just for my own mind’s eyes only. therefore perhaps it should just stay there for me to cherish. of course there are certain such moments i want to share too. it’s alittle hard to explain perhaps. but somethings, just certain things, are what people don’t want to be shared. and i guess it kinda fell apart for him on that point. but as i have said, i havent actually read his blog and all i have mentioned was due in part to his video, which i have deemed as “screwed up…” because of the state of breakdown, reliance on internet and so forth, that he was. oh wells ^.^
why in the world am i ending the last 2 days of school like this? first i woke up beyond late for class, then i sound like a retard in my contribution for today.. “did the armenians look any different from the turks thats why they were targetted to be killed?”
i am like, omg what in the world did i just say?!?!?! when the words left my mouth i realised i looked like the ultimate idiot who has done NO research whatsoever, NO reading whatsoever nor attended any class since the first day of uni. good job panda, good job, u just out did urself in the department of stupidity.
in truth, what i really meant was, these people stayed together, they know each other, at one stage, they even married each other, why the hell did they raise the gun at the other party for racial/religious/cultural differences? that’s what baffles me. oh true, peer pressure, group mentality. but people like Hotel Rwanda exists. what happened to the rest of man kind? ur gonna believe what ever sir whats-his-name, king retarded tells u all the time? i dont know man i dont know. but regardless, this is’t about them at the moment, this is about the retarded comment. the entire class probably went into shock the moment the question ended.
i honestly could KILLL myself omg.
and despite all promises to sleep early i obviously didn’t since i woke up late and had to attend the 2 pm class again. then, i came back and was so tired i didn’t wana go for the after party tonight. tired, hungry, i was quite a wreck. went to get dinner, then linxy turned up. foodie… he cries.. “foooddd, pans, u forgot about me again!”
well not that i wanted to, but honestly we bought SOOO much groceries, i can smell his beef returning back to cow state at the moment because i dont think he has even touch it, and all those oven food, the milk which i finally gobbled down just before due date. i swear i can hear miniature cows mooing in the fridge now. T_T i am going insane. but yer, my point being, we have all these groceries, yet most of the time i am the only one cooking. we eat out, or he eats out heaps, he be at girlfriends or he had bought his own. ANYWAYS, so i didnt get his share of dinner, and i was hungry. i ate up my dinner and we went for SECOND dinner at noodle’s choice a neat new place.
now, that place has the COOLEST package for takeaway ever. ok for people who are used to chinese takeouts in those cute boxes, well i am not used to it. and obviously most of us havent seen it… but.. wow.. ok i will let the picture talk. 
i mean it actually looks ssooo cute T_T i want one!!! well just for… decoration purposes.. i took quite a few picts with linxy’s and wadge’s food, but then again i decided that one of the box is enough =X i have a tendency to over do things. of course it’s pretty senseless though, u cant microwave it with that metal piece sticking out. but as i have suggested to linxy (he insists that it is at times like these, he seriously starts thinking i am an alien… i am from the other universe called pandaria..) it could be highly possible that it is a microwaveable type of metal.
i mean, let’s see, things are being found/invented everyday right? taking that theory, they might be using something we have never heard of!!!
ooo before all that happened though, linxy got the number of his san francisco based clanny, called her up… we sang milkshake to her, with linxy rubbing his titties. quite disturbing really, especially when he’s in the car.. and we’re doing that while he’s driving… and u know, there’s a ditch nearby!! then i sang my classical elmo song. i bet omg, i am a hit with her!!! (at this point i am half fried in the brain with all my tiredness, and i still cant get myself to sleep, it’s not my fault i was raving since 4 pm, and then ranting here at almost 6 am)
then we went to watch hitch, andoo, rozi, wadge, linx and me.. now THAT is one movie you should watch. it’s one of those feel good movies, and pretty close to what the boys would have called a chick flick, but at least they found it funny instead of all sugary and stuff -.- boys have no taste. but it was awesome awesome awesome… i laughed so hard at so many things, i have no idea where to start. somehow, for some reason, them boys seem to find me funnier than the movie at some stage. like when i hid behind wadge’s sleeves while trying to avoid the awful scary looking fish lips one of the guys in the movies formed in trying to kiss this girl he likes.
when we came back, i caved in, and decided to go to the after party after all. changed, made up, grab a bag and left.
you know one of those days u know u can’t dance if not something is going to happen? or do anything to strenous anyways? well it’s one of those days for me. the last time i did it anyways, danced for 4 hours straight. i swear when we started leaving the dance floor that day, i was perfectly fine. when i walked outta the club though, i collapsed. i couldn’t feel my legs, i couldn’t see straight and all i could do was garble at the boys that i was tired. between linxy, mousie and wadge, they carried me home. part way thru, a guy started following us. it must have looked weird and he might have been concerned. after all, 7 boys and a girl who looks like she was drugged/bitch slapped/dead/drunk. but mousie yelled at him and he ran off like a pansy, so whatever intent he actually had, we never knew.
to present date, i was worried about that happening coz i am DEAD tired. if i over did it.. lordy… but i was lucky. the girls got tired in 2 hours. so while i am still dead tired, i didn’t flopped dead out when i stepped out. i walked abit more to the cabbie, almost got vommited over and yay i was home.
while dancing though, omg the people the people!!! let me bitch a sec. there were those who look at you waving ur hips and just wana stick their penis in there. so they walk over and try and grope u, hold u, so that ur gyrating ur ass against their penis and it makes them go umph! before they can do that though, i give them a deadpan look and started looking like a lesbian with my dear sweeties… all those gyrating hips are useful sometimes…
and then there are those more direct assault types. who gives u that “i wana screw u now” looks. to which i give a deadpan stare back, hoping that they get the idea they look like a FISH to me. and then those who just likes to fondle u all over, i drive the heels of my shoes deep in, even though i am on flats today, i stomped them hard. got to love their need for their feet.
and then there are those attention seekers who takes up HALF the small dancefloor to look cool and end up looking like drunktards trying to break a bone. no they are not impressive, they are IRRITATING people who takes up the dance floor which other people COULD enjoy.
all in all though, i did enjoy myself. a sober person who doesnt seem sober in all her actions and words… laughing at friends, acting homo as much as i want, pole dancing with a skinny friend, who of course decided to comply X-D by being my pole… perfect!!!
ok i shall stop my madness here. good night!!!
remember my post about my retarded palm? i shall call it the T from now on. well after that post, i decided to recharge it and ready for one last go at it before finally calling it quits and decide to either throw it in for repair or just go buy something else or just ignore it. repairing it meant i could resell, buying a new one would have been a go a trying technology again, for i saw something on it that i wouldn’t mind so much. so i was surfing ebay, just looking out as normal… then i went to bed.
when i woke, i swear i thought i had a huge nightmare and was still in it. screaming kids everywhere, 2 in front, 1 upstairs and possibly 3 around the estate’s park to my right. needless to say i was upset. i was trying for a short nap before class but looks like it wasn’t going to work.
then i went to fiddle with T. i tried the usuals of soft reset which involves clicking on the on off button and the reset button, and then hard reset. in my eagerness to get it over and done with, while i was trying to do the hard reset, i broke the stylus at the tip. then i heard a beep. that retarded T has sprung to life!!! at the expense of a broken stylus!!! what an exchange…. wow -.- i swear all my stuff have a life of their own. they think it’s funny to walk out on me and come back at the very moment i have this feeling of chucking them out… like my retarded laptop that wont let me play games during exams period and actually work slightly better after exams! wth!
so i have a working pda now with no stylus. i spent the whole day trying to fiddle with it with my pen, fingers, whatever is useful. meanwhile, i went off to school in search of the stylus at the school techie shop, as well as to learn more about my laptop which i sent in for repair with them too.
it’s been almost a week or more i think, since i sent it in for repairs. when i walked in, the response i got was:
“we’ve been very busy sorry!”
“i forgot to call!!”
“i am calling now”
“i was doing it just before you came!”
“i will call tomorrow!”
“yours is an old model, i will call again and check! it’s going to be a problem though!”
and it was all from the same person! with all that convo running thru from her, i gathered that she totally forgot about my laptop till i walked in thru the door. how wonderful. i am giving her till tuesday the latest. then i am taking it out to civic for a try.
with that bad news in order, i realised that my T is too old a model too to have it’s stylus out on sale for me to actually find easily. after about 4 shops in civic, i gave up. i guess i can’t avoid ebaying one then. for the first time i am gunna purchase something where the shipping and handling is going to be higher than the product itself, by about 600 times or something (it’s worth only 0.01 usd on ebay). how sad -.-
so i went for classes, now, i have a weird way of being ssoooo lost every semester. i had turn up for the wrong class at the right time at the right place, EVERY SINGLE SEMESTER at least once, no matter how long i have been in that course. so it was with tradition, i ended up in a macro economics class instead of my socio class, and in some seminar of sorts instead of my biz class. i was at wits end. wth is going on -.- what an abnormal day, screaming kids, laptop not done, now wrong classes. i was raving mad by then. in the end, i was late for both classes. how charming.
amidst all that happening, our normal weekly thursdays bazaar was running out under the hot sun in union court. it had lotsa random stuff, ranging from naruto’s head gear, to the cos play wrist guards that you see on sasuke i believe, some emily the strange collection of wallets and bags, books, antiques, fake antiques (swords and stuff that are obviously made in this era) hats and lots more. but i couldn’t hang around long since i was obviously late for the right classes.
and then i turned up for socio class. now i am going to talk about this class more than the biz class for obvious reasons: the woman in biz has NO idea how to teach. and it’s a dry subject at times. i COULD make it interesting, but today is just one of those days i want it to just pass quickly.
the topic for today was common sense, time and society. now i dont have much to say, for one i didn’t read much on both readings today, albeit i do have an idea what they are. for another, i just ain’t the type to talk much during the first few classes. it takes me a while to warm up. it’s just something i grew up with, you know, students listen, teacher talks. even if teachers and us hits a debate, it’s never really about what we learnt but about something outside of syllabus. so all these are still a little harsh to over come despite being here for 3 years. but when i do start discussing damn i talk alot.
anyways, i still had to do my contribution or we had be rated low anyways. they contribute to our final results at the end of the course. but i didn’t know what to say, seems like either others have said it or she had started the discussion with exactly what i wanted to say. then i got annoyed, and decided to doodle abit, resulting in this:
which is just one of the 2 pages that i drew up on my notes -.-”"
then in the last 5 minutes, she hit on the topic that at least i knew something about: the internet and how time seems to have no effect on it. so i was like “games where people meet, blogs which are up for 24 hours a day from most sites, they don’t have a certain time frame in terms of meeting so you can choose to read, chat, play whenever you want to..” and she lit up and went “yer! that’s a good point!” score!!!!!
LOL!!!!! damn what a great way to end the class we actually went into slight over time because of my 1 liner of sorts. lol…
i went back to the bazaar and got myself a pair of earrings. coz.. it’s one of those times where, u re pierce your ears to find that all the earrings u ever bought, from the great ones to the simple “hell no” ones has just decided to take off from you.. having only 1 pair of earrings, which was meant more for prettying up with, i decided to get this particular ones.
charming ain’t it?
to end off this retarded day, which has the ups as my pda suddenly working, it decided not to communicate with my pc for a very long time, i.e, 3 hours. then i had to delete some stuff before it would work again. my fault really.
and now, it’s time for bed, before anything else goes wrong. on a side note though, i found this GORGEOUS plant. i want to get another one to replace the one that died due to the erratic canberra weather… have a look http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=42218&item=4352347001
good night
so here i was, minding my own business, doing my work for the next class. lo and behold, some student demonstrators came walking by. it was something about women and the howard government, probably about the lack of freedom to work as we wish. however, whatever the cause maybe, it was lost on me, despite however distracted i was by them.
the fact still remains they walked too fast for me to read their placards. so all they have done with me at this juncture is really distracted me with their aprons, and the last one was bouncing away…
how cute…
not.
hrmph. had a nice long nap and then woke up to cs i was intending to study then linxy popped by and asked for cs, so away i went, as usual, hunting for the most populated server.. got some surprising results though, i guess the people either really sux today or i am just in one of those moods. got a knife kill too, i think its like the 2nd or third in my entire career!! :OOO
so as i was saying, went out to civic today and saw the girls by chance, it was great seeing them again, having a male around the house sometimes dont demand much of a gossiping session, but yer, it was awesome. teasing tina was the BEST thing that happened today XD~~~~ i missed doing that ssooo much. hey, it’s one of those things that friends do as a harmless things to friends. of course, there’s normally a limit, but most of my friends and i could take it to a lvl where it can really hurt someone sometimes, but… yer. it’s the tolerance lvl. as long as you know the other person is joking, and u know it wont affect you, everything is for a laugh
i did this bag picture that i loaded more out of fun coz i saw another person’s blog who kinda mentioned another linking site about it. i can’t remember the full details now, but one thing i remembered is how much the insides of your bag really shows what kind of person you are.
a couple of suff that is shown in that pict doesnt normally exist in my bag by the way. the lip conditioner and the organiser. i dont usually carry them out for shopping and so on. but today i had to go school and my lips were cracking up so they had to come along. usually too i had go around with my waller, but the bag size is pretty small today and thus, i dont see the point of carrying the entire wallet around since i dont use everything inside anyways hehe. so the essentials are:
1)my ipod
2)my camera
3)my money/cards
4)my mobile
that’s pretty much it. some of u know i used to have a pda, a tungsten T to be exact. well what happened to it? to be honest, it died on me. months