It's Thursday and it gets closer to the weekend... YAY!!! Joyous~!
Anyways... i was thinking of what to do... the guys (well most of them that is) are going marathoning in langkawi... I'M THERE TO CHEER YOU IN SPIRIT!!! WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! But its in Langkawi laa... so jauh... and up... very very up. But then i dont really care laa... NYEH!! XD ;P
So abuden, Tomorrow i might be going to KLCC with a few babes... tak taulaa... i have to ask for cash from my dad... he owes me big bucks. Anways, i still wanna watch Vin Diesel in The Pacifier... hot scary bald dude babysitting a bunch of kids... WHOOOO FUN! haahahahahha...
Okay monologuing... i seem to do that alot nowadays. Heck i might even produce split personality and lackabrain disorder... someone loan me a brain. Gua punya blain tak mau stat laa... teh tarik pon tak jadi... lerrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
In case your wondeering, I'm still at school... waiting to go gym.... *yawns* gym... nyeeerk! But i have to admit... yeaarky or not im addicted... hahahahahahaha...
Dah boring laa... go now ah. Chars!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
*yowls* WEDNESDAY, BLOODY WEDNESDAY!
Self was supposed to have selfs gym session with Adam today... but gee, guess what? IT BLOODY WELL RAINED! So much for a day of workouts and dying in bed... nuuuuuuuu... so much for a good nights sleep... yerks.
Anyways... mamaks are more fun when in board shorts and a huge t-shirt with dan and ril (with ref. to 2 guys and a girl... NYEH!) while talking shit and lots and lots of tetareek refills!!! As in Chillies... Coke REFILLS! And *NEWS FLASH* This just in... Some people can be soooooo boring laa... I'm not telling who cos that/those persons know me pretty well... well since i got back into skool laa ...
Bila korang nak go sheysha ar? im dying to go... its shit funny and healthier than ciggies... TRUST ME (although i heard somewhere that you must never trust a person who says trust me... hahahahha)
A friend of mine just got duped by a guy she really really liked... well he is an asshole. Period!
Okay, as the GRAND FINALE! I'm gonna be listening to Saturday Night Fever in the car for 2 hours... ngaaaaaah! bye now... *bangs head on wall*
Anyways... mamaks are more fun when in board shorts and a huge t-shirt with dan and ril (with ref. to 2 guys and a girl... NYEH!) while talking shit and lots and lots of tetareek refills!!! As in Chillies... Coke REFILLS! And *NEWS FLASH* This just in... Some people can be soooooo boring laa... I'm not telling who cos that/those persons know me pretty well... well since i got back into skool laa ...
Bila korang nak go sheysha ar? im dying to go... its shit funny and healthier than ciggies... TRUST ME (although i heard somewhere that you must never trust a person who says trust me... hahahahha)
A friend of mine just got duped by a guy she really really liked... well he is an asshole. Period!
Okay, as the GRAND FINALE! I'm gonna be listening to Saturday Night Fever in the car for 2 hours... ngaaaaaah! bye now... *bangs head on wall*
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Ours Lyrics
Ours - Sometimes
pressure fried the coldest
headbent to the side wishing he was dead
and i would still defend
i would still defend
i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i give up on the ones
who give up on me
held up by the poor somewhere
there're unaware but i know we are scared
if i was to give in
the fight would soon begin
so i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i'll give up on the ones
who'll give up on me
sometimes sunshines
sunshine
sometimes the sun shines
sunshine
did you give up on it all
did you give up on the greed
did you give up on the ones
who gave up on me
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Ours - Miseryhead
christ, your head. what's it become?
while the whole world's out having fun
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here
Nobody sees, somebody please, save me
this is the sound of my miseryhead
choke on the taste of my miseryhead
dance to the words of my miseryhead
this is the sound of my miseryhead
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
turn around
what's that sound?
i'm in your head
i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than
live life apart...we're apart...we're apart
[chorus]
pressure fried the coldest
headbent to the side wishing he was dead
and i would still defend
i would still defend
i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i give up on the ones
who give up on me
held up by the poor somewhere
there're unaware but i know we are scared
if i was to give in
the fight would soon begin
so i give up on it all
i give up on the greed
i'll give up on the ones
who'll give up on me
sometimes sunshines
sunshine
sometimes the sun shines
sunshine
did you give up on it all
did you give up on the greed
did you give up on the ones
who gave up on me
____________________________________
Ours - Miseryhead
christ, your head. what's it become?
while the whole world's out having fun
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
i'm in a cloud, it feels like a crowd of a hundred, it's five degrees here
Nobody sees, somebody please, save me
this is the sound of my miseryhead
choke on the taste of my miseryhead
dance to the words of my miseryhead
this is the sound of my miseryhead
i'm in a cloud, it's pulling me down, breaking me down
turn around
what's that sound?
i'm in your head
i thought i heard him say, he'd rather be dead, than
live life apart...we're apart...we're apart
[chorus]
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Some Selfs... Narcassistic!
bite me...
bored me...
butt me?
whatchoolookinat fool!
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Add on:
Me and Zuri
Mabel and Me
Mabel and Me again...
Woi!
Schmuuush
pose for the... england optical?
me and Selene
Aghain?
im short... nyeh!
Jaq...
Adam and Selene
Fir and A'dale
Dale and Kish... (or quiche... your choice)
me umm squashum!
me and mabel aghaaain?
Sher and I...
Bersengeting with Siva
Saturday, April 23, 2005
SHEYSHA!!!
Although, admittedly, Zuri used to call me that... and that i know i love myself to bits... and may be slightly narcassistic... i have found my latest chillout favourites... THE SHEYSHA.
It is fun and fun... not to mention fun... less i find some better way of saying that you get slightly airheaded if you keep that thing in for about 5 to 10 second and then blow it out... which is like... whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... whathappened????
Anyways... it was my birthday treat from Danial that we all went sheysha-ing after battle... battle was rather less exciting... and school was more or less mundane.
But before yesterday (which a thursday) i spent my birthday loot. Nyeahaha!! and bought 2 board shorts and a t-shirt from mambo... some ref books for bio and math... and umm... ate at chillis for lack of better things to do... and then kena marah cos i told my parents to pick me up at 8:30 but i was 10 minutes late at the dropoff... and i could have been on schedule too IF NOT FOR THESE BUNCH OF INDON GIRLS WHO WERE SOOOOOOOO SLOW IN PAYING FOR THEYRE CD'S IN TOWER! How exasperating!
And then rewinding back to my birthday barbeque which was on the 16th... It was a blast! i made the food and it was wiped out within a span of 2 hours! I was soooooooooo happy... not to mention all the presents i got... i liiiiiiiiike very very much... an olympus digicam, nokia 6670, mp3 player... money... more and more money... mwahahahahaha!!! And then i made new friends thanx to Shar... they were (drumroll) Emir and Hakim... very very cool people... ones a metro and ones a joker... combine with shar and i... a huge hit all over... now i just have to go sheysha with them!
It is fun and fun... not to mention fun... less i find some better way of saying that you get slightly airheaded if you keep that thing in for about 5 to 10 second and then blow it out... which is like... whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... whathappened????
Anyways... it was my birthday treat from Danial that we all went sheysha-ing after battle... battle was rather less exciting... and school was more or less mundane.
But before yesterday (which a thursday) i spent my birthday loot. Nyeahaha!! and bought 2 board shorts and a t-shirt from mambo... some ref books for bio and math... and umm... ate at chillis for lack of better things to do... and then kena marah cos i told my parents to pick me up at 8:30 but i was 10 minutes late at the dropoff... and i could have been on schedule too IF NOT FOR THESE BUNCH OF INDON GIRLS WHO WERE SOOOOOOOO SLOW IN PAYING FOR THEYRE CD'S IN TOWER! How exasperating!
And then rewinding back to my birthday barbeque which was on the 16th... It was a blast! i made the food and it was wiped out within a span of 2 hours! I was soooooooooo happy... not to mention all the presents i got... i liiiiiiiiike very very much... an olympus digicam, nokia 6670, mp3 player... money... more and more money... mwahahahahaha!!! And then i made new friends thanx to Shar... they were (drumroll) Emir and Hakim... very very cool people... ones a metro and ones a joker... combine with shar and i... a huge hit all over... now i just have to go sheysha with them!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
I'm Malaysian because...
so i stole dis from Nina's blog and she stole it from someone else... were all malaysian-lah!
You Know You're Malaysian When...
You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased.
"What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."
You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.
You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind.
"Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline."
But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."
You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.
You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch.
"I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"
You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish.
There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.
You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield.
"Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."
You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.
You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie.
"Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."
You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E.
"Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd."
You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.
Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life.
"What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home.Rinie needs my support."
You pepper every sentence with lah.
"No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"
You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.
You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!
You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.
You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...
You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.
You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"
Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.
You catch all major televised events at the mamak.
You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper).Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.
You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.
Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.
You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.
You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal.
"Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"
You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.
You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.
You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.
You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!
____________________________________________
Add on:
I need a hug... Daily from now on. Preferably one from a guy. Although I get my daily dose from my bulan and bintangs (a.k.a sayang) nothing beats one from my air and my tanahs (a.k.a mud). I dunno why but they're just really really comfy and protective like... From any guy... Be it you father (although I rarely hug my dad), your brothers (adorable yet a pain in the patooney), your pet brothers (awww....), your boo (nothing beats that) or even from your male collegues (by far the most challenging to receive)
Reason why I dub the most challenging because guys (in general) have a tendency to jump to conclutions. So, a little bit of harmless affection may cause them to freak out. Happens all the time to me since i'm very opportunistic and spontaneous... hehehehehehhehe... But that's not the point.
My point is: I like hugs, and cant live without them... From the male or the females... They're a great way to express effection, gratitude, friendship and all that jazz.
Sho if you see me, give me a hug and I'll accept it with open arms (excuse the pun yea) and would most graciously return it or even pass it on... Your choice.
You Know You're Malaysian When...
You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased.
"What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."
You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.
You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind.
"Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline."
But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."
You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.
You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch.
"I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"
You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish.
There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.
You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield.
"Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."
You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.
You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie.
"Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."
You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E.
"Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd."
You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.
Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life.
"What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home.Rinie needs my support."
You pepper every sentence with lah.
"No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"
You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.
You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!
You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.
You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...
You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.
You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"
Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.
You catch all major televised events at the mamak.
You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper).Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.
You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.
Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.
You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.
You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal.
"Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"
You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.
You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.
You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.
You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!
____________________________________________
Add on:
I need a hug... Daily from now on. Preferably one from a guy. Although I get my daily dose from my bulan and bintangs (a.k.a sayang) nothing beats one from my air and my tanahs (a.k.a mud). I dunno why but they're just really really comfy and protective like... From any guy... Be it you father (although I rarely hug my dad), your brothers (adorable yet a pain in the patooney), your pet brothers (awww....), your boo (nothing beats that) or even from your male collegues (by far the most challenging to receive)
Reason why I dub the most challenging because guys (in general) have a tendency to jump to conclutions. So, a little bit of harmless affection may cause them to freak out. Happens all the time to me since i'm very opportunistic and spontaneous... hehehehehehhehe... But that's not the point.
My point is: I like hugs, and cant live without them... From the male or the females... They're a great way to express effection, gratitude, friendship and all that jazz.
Sho if you see me, give me a hug and I'll accept it with open arms (excuse the pun yea) and would most graciously return it or even pass it on... Your choice.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
ATV Quadbikes
Blue
Green
My latest fetish... The ATV. Specifically the QuadBike. Imagine some fun rollings on the beach, in the hutan, in Kelantan!!!
Fun in the sun, on the sand with an ATV.
Hahahaha... but first... must not forget to put a seatbelt for i have a tendancy to fall flat on my ass... and thats a big nono... oh noooooooooooo... so lets be reasonable for one sec.
Anyways, any one of the models above would be suffice... preferably the green in a shade more black per say? Hey, i can dream rite?!
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