- will not experience deterioration of quality of grammar whether spoken or written.
- will keep my brain juices flowing
- will not be lazy
- prepare myself for future writing
- will not be lazy
Yeah, that's it. And this does not count as one. Scroll up.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
They call me lazy bum.
I hereby take an oath to post up at least a single post per week. This I shall do so that I:
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Discipline is hard to attain.
It's inevitable. STPM has turned me into a slob. All the fussing and "Oh-it's-a-tough-exam" talk has turned me into a procrastinating pig. It's all STPM's fault. And now that I'am actually done with it, I feel too lazy to picked my heavy fingers up and swing them into some speedy duty of typing. Oh, what a chore for the brain to work it's cells, the synaptic systems are not working.... My knobs refuse to send information to another node. Oh no, no , NO! what has life become...?
Yeah, that's how I feel.
Hence, discipline is definitely hard to attain.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
It's going to get me, it's a matter of time,
It's sharp edges will slit my wrists open and make me bleed facts and knowledge. The question is do I have any to let drip on the floor?
In printing, it might baffle me, or my fingers embark on a dangerous roller coaster ride, balancing between relevance and not.
STPM, you are my bittersweet lover.
I scare little boys.
Apparently, I'm scary.
Pfft.
Well, it's not the first. Hence, I shall not bite your heads off. ;)
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To be very honest, It's wonderful to not be liked. Saves me the exasperation of wearing fake smiles, less people to talk to, make petty conversation with and of course, tonnes of time saved. If you want to conjure some opinion about me, by all means go ahead. And if you decide to dislike me even before you get to know me, why, go ahead.
It's an open invitation. You can go ahead and behave stupidly if you want, because I do too.
I too dislike many a person before I can get to know them. I don't blame you. No, I don't. I'm a kind, sweet and generous soul. I won't judge you.
But, I guess you will never know, because I was too scary to talk to, right?
I am happy that I scare boys off, it only means less jerks to meet and to know. You see, I can handle bitches because I am one myself (every woman is when shes's pissed), but jerks, they're a class of their own.
So, don't talk to me.
I am scary, to not only you, but a lot of other people.
Don't be guilty. I dislike you too.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
The Eyeball's Catch.
Lately, my friend April and I have been spending a significant amount of time at Mac Donald's, earning the unwritten title, 'the regulars'. Being regulars, we observe other regulars, their odd becomings and quirky attitudes. Besides observing regulars, we also made a notable list of other types of people, (which shall be listed and elaborated on later).
The comic strip above describes us perfectly.
1. Other regulars.
We're not the only ding dong who go there to study every other day. There are many other ding dongs that have the same bright idea as us.
(a) Potential Creepy Dude and friends.
There's this dude we nicknamed Potential Creepy Dude (PCD). Why creepy? He keeps staring, like he's never seen girls before. He follows us *cough* *April* around. She goes out, he goes out. She comes in , he comes in. She goes out, he decides he needs a smoke. Get the picture? Though, PCD's friend has a nice choice of clothes. Liking one particular shirt, April asked him where'd he get it, he said Sungei Wang. Using a paper note. Not my idea at all. *whistle*
(b) Annoying Students I & II
There are two groups students who either talk about us or give us the bitch stare, for I don't know what reasons... It's as though I stole their pet pony and fed it to my pet dinosaur. I DIDN'T! I TELL YOU I DIDN'T!!! IT WAS CREEPY DUDE AND HIS FRIENDS!!!
Besides regular students there are also regular working people,
(c) Creepy Dude
This fella earned is name by behaving in a cryptic manner. Wearing a hoodie and having long hair, he looked up from his laptop and stared at us, as we exited the outlet. All he was missing was blood drooling from his mouth. Recently, we saw him again with hair cut short and working clothes. Sean figured that he got a job.
* Introducing Sean, our latest addition to our study group cum bouncer cum bodyguard cum kaki makan cum kaki belanja cum....
(d) Mole Guy
Mole guy likes April. It's inevitable, the dude only looks and smiles at her. The times when she's not next to me, he doesn't even glance at me. Racist bugger. We were expecting a marriage proposal or something, but the guy never went beyond a smile and a wave. Chinese guys need to be more assertive.
Enough regulars, they're pretty boring. Moving on to another bunch of people we observe:
2. Skinny girls
Our code for them is this:
Means they're skinny and in need of a nice fat platter of mixed grill. With fat on.
When any girl who looks as skinny as those above, April would lean against the table towards them and say, "Oh my goodness! So sad, I pity you... So skinny, mummy never feed you ah? Aiyo, so sad...". She's say that with the saddest expression on her face.
I never had any pity. I only think of the food they waste, the ones they leave on their plate...
Many wear leggings and a Baby-T top. I'm not against, but sweetheart. I can see your panty line, and it's not appetising. So please, ladies, you wanna wear leggings? WEAR SOMETHING THAT COVERS YOUR ASS!!! NOBODY WANTS TO SEE YOUR PANTIES.
*heaves sigh of relieve*
3. Dads.
You have sweet dads and horrid dads.
We once saw this dad who love his baby daughter so much, he couldn't stop kissing her. it was so nice to watch. A man loving his daughter so much in public, rare.
Then there were the ones who had no time for them. Playing with hand phone lar... DSLR while poor mum feeds the child then later feed herself. Poor woman. Later we found him taking pictures of the kid. That's probably the only thing he knew how to do. We befriended the kid anyway!
Well, that's all for now.
Terrah!
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