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G'marnen chillunz and a'dolts,

I should be asleep. But as social meanderings go, I fall onto the intertoobz for entertainment after a bout of sheysha with the JAD.

I went for Kaki Blue on Thursday. It's good! Props to the cast and crew who were absolutely stunning :D

Espesh Tati!!!

KLPac = bumping into Alfred and Jean whom NEGLECTED to tell me that they're involved in shorts running parallel to Kaki Blue called Short and Sweet.

KLPac = Meeting the awesome Joe Hasham a.k.a THE VOICE... He was rather amused with my googley-eyed moment...

"OMG, YOU'RE THE VOICE!!!" said I.

He laughed, "The voice?"

"Yes! You're THE VOICE on the radio! on the telly! Like Yasmin Yusof!" I quipped.

He laughed again, "Thank you! I love your necklace!" he said before giving me a friendly smile.

Tati, saya nak gambars TQ, Always me who goes for these stuff and forgets the camera. Gila WIN. It happened for Pluck! as well... :|

KLPac = well spent thirty bucks.

KLPac = my father going So, you're hanging out with the theatre crowd now eh? That's good..." and me going "Eh? Nolah... I've known them for aaaaagesssssss..."

KLPac + Kyn = meeting with fellow metulheads, Sheila, awesome plus 3, and BF who looks like Hakim and waxes poetic about Jobots (vintage minis) and the Hippy Mobile (VW van).

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Segway to Frequently Asked Questions...

(1)

Random person:

Why are YOU in a wheelchair?

Me:

Because I can...

Nolah, SMA 3

Random person:

Suuuuuuuuuuucks...

(2)

Random person:

Where's your scooter??!!?!

Me:

*utter silence*

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I have to minimise all social meanderings until term ends.

I plan to whack a mole with a mallet of super fried noodles. That doesn't make sense at all!

But I want kickass grades this term. arghghghghg...

Fuck you PD2. Sonoffabitch.

Shrav's coming back. Yay, yay!

MTV world stage is utter bullsacks.

Hoping that the stem cell treatment works out. I want to be able to run, smack a hat off a random person and run away giggling in hysterics.

I need to rehydrate.

I need to go eat dimsum before puasa starts.

And I want to sleep now. Gutten Nuit Semua.

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I stole this off Na who stole it off her friend.

Its funny and some are true... please add anything you find missing... or if you find is completely wrong. Men, do your thang.

Im colouring the bits I agree on.

Unwritten Man Laws

This is a list of rules that all men should should strive to abide by. They are usually unwritten, unspoken of “Man-Rules”, however, due to the increasing about of dipshits who forget them, we have compiled them into one handy list. Consider this your bible; the bread and butter of being a man. Consider these rules for life. Rules for men.

Man Rules
1. Never walk in front of the TV screen.

2. Never call another man just to ‘talk’.

3. Never wax your chest, unless you’re The Rock.

4. There is no such thing as soccer. It’s called football you dumb fuck.

5. Real men eat meat. It is scientifically proven that everyone who is a vegetarian has a vagina.

6. Never expect a man to remember your birthday, or in fact, any occasion. Presents are strictly optional, and never an obligation. Whinging about this will result in a violent teabagging.

7. If your mobile phone rings, and you are in the middle of an activity with your buddies, you must obtain the approval of every man present before picking up your mobile.

8. A real man does not pause a game to reply to, or send, a text.

9. Bro’s before ho’s. Unless she’s really fine, like Megan Fox. In which case fuck your bro’s.

10. No man shall take the last slice or portion of a food item, without first obtaining the approval of every other man present. If two men come into conflict, they must resolve this with a fight.

11. A real man doesn’t need instruction manuals.

12. Lesbians are fucking manly. These bitches are so hardcore that they like bitches.

13. Beer.

14. Never go out with a brothers sister, unless you intend to marry her. And raise two beautiful children. And live in the countryside. And never make her cry. Staring is fine though.

15. A brother in need, is a brother indeed.

16. Never take a man’s food.

17. Always finish your plate. A man who does not finish his plate must have his balls confiscated. With a sledgehammer.

18. Never criticise a man’s porn collection. Unless it’s really fucked up, like fat chicks.

19. Boobs.

20. The old Xbox controller is fucking manly.

21. If you don’t know the difference between their and there, you have a vagina.

22. Jaw lines are fucking manly.

23. Real men must never watch womens football, unless the players are topless.

24. Real men don’t have fruit on their pizza.

25. Never complain about a fellow mans fart or burp. Instead, rate it out of ten.

26. When walking into a Mens Toilet, ensure that there is a one urinal gap on both sides of you. If this is not possible, wait.

27. There is no known instance where it is acceptable for a man to be situated on other mans lap.

28. Do not look over at another man’s urinal while he is urinating.

29. Don’t question the rules.

30. If requested, you should be able to cite at least 5 of these rules off by heart.

31. Never pop your collar.

32. A man must never physically hurt a woman or child.

33. Real men would rather have chapped lips than use lip balm.

34. Real men don’t know what conditioner is.

35. When speaking to another male through either IM/Text/Email; a man must never use an emoticon

36. Never should a man give a woman his credit card

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA...

HHAHAHAHAH...

Must... get... Flying Circus... *drools*

I tell the mothercreature the truth to make her cringe.

I'm pretty sure of that.

Perhaps my goal in life is to piss her off as much as possible?

Gila WIN.

Serves her right for being such a pompous pissarse.

I'm pretty sure it's karma.

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Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnu pohst!"

Is what I say when there's no reason to post today.

Favourite easy to eat fruits:

1. Cherries, not maraschino... I hate those.

2. Champagne grapes... also cos they're cute!

Making a chise lounge... Spartan style...

mehhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Thanks Adam...

BUTTSRATCHAAA!

I've ganti'd all my puasa days. :D

Today is so trivial...

I just lost THE GAME...

... again.

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I'm gonna be watching Good Burger... because I'd prolly end up laughing at more stuff. And I grew up with Kenan and Kel... which is a million times better than whatever Nickalodeon has nowadays. Kids now don't have it as good.

Also, I don't like getting my ass kicked on scrabble.

LANGSUNG TAK SUKA!

I really couldn't help this one... read it and laugh a brick.

I know it's abit too early for Halloween buuuuuuut...

I will be dressing up like a Droog.

Droogs are all out for Ultra Violence.

Naturally, with all that is plastic with this country, only a handfull of people will know what a Droog is, the rest won't know a thing. To the ones that don't know jack shit, a Droog is from the book A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, which was turned into a brilliant movie adaptation by Stanley Kubric. I love Mr. Kubric.

Alex:

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Other ideas include Daria Morgendorffer from MTV's Daria which is one of my top 10 favourite cartoons. Generally, though, it's not for chillunz. She hates people.

Jane:

"They may be shallow, but that doesn't mean they should be executed."

Daria:

"Yes it does."

Jane:

"OK, I'm sold."

Then there's Raoul Duke from another book, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream, written by Hunter S. Thompson which was turned into another brilliant movie of the same name by Terry Gilliam. The character is on a bad acid trip.

Raoul Duke:

There's a uh, big machine in the sky,

some kind of, I dunno, electric snake, coming straight at us.

Dr. Gonzo:

Shoot it.

Raoul Duke:

Not yet, I want to study its habits.

Ngaahahahaha... It's also me telling you to go watch the aforementioned movies/tvshows.

It's the sixhundredandsisxtysixth post! And that means that this post bears the mark of the DEVILLLL!!!

*panic and chaos ensues*

I just suffered, yes, suffered through almost three hours of Helen of Troy.

Yes, it sucked.

No, I didn't get up off my seat because this is a part of my Furniture History Mid Term Assignment... dun dun DUNNNNNNNN....

My head is full of stuff that I cannot BEGIN to write about.

Happy belated birthday to Bear and Cornie!! (It was yesterday)

I love you both, but Bear more. hahahahaha...

My bucket list has not been touched! Nothing has been crossed out!!!

NOT EVEN THE HAIR THING!

Time's a changing. I go dye my hair soon but I can hear the resulting conversation, and it mirrors the one I had when I decided to wear one different coloured contact on the left eye...

Dad:

Why do you need to?

Me:

'Cos I want to try it out...

It's better to do it now than to do it when I'm fourty, kan?

Dad:

Well, you could do it... Never?

My father... makes a good case but not good enough.

Also,

It is HAIKU DAY!

We all burst into random.

It is just awesome.

(Though the Haiku day would pop up every so often throughout the year I shall still embrace it no matter how bad I am at it!)