Just had lunch with the family, in the kitchen, with the tv on. Here were are, enjoying lunch together, rather quietly, while on tv they were showing some women programme and it was talking about vaginas.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not just vaginas in general, they were yapping about how as you get older, your vagina gets dry and how we should exercise our pelvic muscles to strengthen out vagina muscles so sex with said partner will be as exciting as the first time.

I looked down to my plate and the squid sambal did not look very appealing anymore.

Maybe if I was watching it alone, it would not have been very unappetizing but come on, my dad and brother were there too. Any second, my brother's going to open that prissy mouth of his and ask what a vagina is. Then, me being me, I would probably tell him that vagina is a type of drink, like vitagen.

Later, my brother being my brother, would believe me and tell all his friends about it.

Unbelieveable? Believe it.

They made us go to school on Saturday again.

AAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

One day weekend, two extra Mr Z period.

..........

So, two days ago was the inter school drama competition. My school once again, pwned this one. Second and third place went to SMK Sri Aman and SMK Assunta respectively. Both are girls school. Goes to show how dramatic girls are. SMK La Salle [which is a boys school by the way] was in the competition also. Their play was highly over the top especially during the fighting scenes and I guess it comes naturally since they're boys and all. But the best bit was, when they had this boy play the character of the lady in distress. They had this really pretty looking chinese boy wearing a yellow shirt and pink polkadotted skirt.

Ha..hahahahahaha!!

To top it off, we had to feel sorry for his character because he played the daughter that was forced to marry some businessman and he was beaten up all the time. But the thing is, everytime he comes on stage everyone starts laughing. The teacher told us to stop it but they were laughing as well. It really didn't help when they boy got pushed and his skirt was sliding to his knees. Gahh!!

But I have to say, it takes a whole load of courage for a boy to play a girl with polkadotted skirt.

Anyway, I've been doing a lot of 'youtubing' lately. The main reason for that is because bloody Ares doesn't have Greys Anatomy Season 3 Episode 19 for download. Do you know how frustrating that is??!! To have Izzie and George drunkenly sleep together and not knowing whats going to happen next.

Oh..uhm yeah..spoiler, okay.

So, back to 'youtubing'. Its my anti drug for now. I've began subscribing to some really random 'youtubers'. The best in my subscribe list has to be 'swiftkaratechop'. If you ever get the chance to watch one of his videos, then click 'X' on the upper right side of your screen and go read a book. I tell you, it'll be the most stupidest thing you'll ever watch and yet you'll get addicted to it. Ok, maybe I'm the only person who watches this crap. But its good crap. The kind of crap you blog about. Oh well, here's the sample of thy crap.



You have to watch his previous videos in order to get some of the jokes, like the hair flip and screaming thing. Oh my god, I'm OBSESSED!! *slaps self repeatedly*

Thats what happens if you're a computer geek and is high on gummi bears.

Wow, okay, I shall move on. I've been tagged, AGAIN! So, thanks Ads, if not my post today would've stopped by now.

A for Age :
17 years. I know I don't act it so stfu.

B for Booze of Choice :
Nahh don't drink.

C for Career :
Right now, I want to be a brain surgeon. STOP LAUGHING!!

D for your most Dreaded :
Exams. The BIG ASS one especially.

E for essential items you use everyday :
Walkman, A4 papers and mechanical pencils.

F for Favourite song of the moment :
Hanging On The Corner-Blood For Blood

G for favourite Game :
The 'I-Ask-For-Something-And-You-Give-It-To-Me-' game.

H for Hometown :
Petaling Jaya

I for Indulgence :
I tried this one last week. Sliced cheese with a scoop of chocolate ice cream on top.

J for favourite flavour of juice :
I don't like juice...erlack.

K for Koo Kien Keat :
Exactly. Oh Kool Aid and Kit Kat too.

L for Last Hug by anyone :
Diyana. Two weeks ago. Now..why was she hugging me again??!

M for Mother :
Should get a spot on Heroes. The mother with exceptional will power to wake up her "pretty much dead" kids every single morning.

N for Name of your crush :
Whoa whoa whoa...heh, I wish I had a crush.

O for Orgasms :
O is for Oranges too, you dirty piece of flesh.

P for Phobias :
Cockroaches, bees, millipede...anything that has more than four legs and creeps really fast.

Q for Quote :
My parents did not drop me on the head, I fell.-----

R for biggest Regret :
I should've not eaten ice cream with cheese.

S for Status :
Online. ;)

T for Time you wake up :
6:00 am.

U for Underwear :
Yeah, I need new ones. Really cool I'm so hardcore new ones. Black ones! Now, my underwear is all teletubby colour coordinated. [sometimes I forget my blog is available for the public to read]

V for Vegetable you love :
Is it normal to love vegetables??!!

W for Worst habit :
I bite my nails. Nuff said.

X for X movies I've watched :
Heck, thats a lot. American Pie, Happy Tree Friends, Spongebob Squarepants.

Y for Yummy food you make :
My instant noodles are so fast and its so good.

Z for Zodiac sign :
Capricorn.

First off I would like to congratulate Koo Kien Keat and Tan Boon Heong for winning the All England.

Who're they??!! Whats All England??!! What the heck are you talking about??!! Where's your crappy sense of humour??!!

They, for all of you sports illiterate out there, are our men's doubles badminton players who did the country proud and almost made me threw the remote into the screen. I was THAT ecstatic. You see, I've been an avid badminton fan since the jurassic ages. I love watching the game and no matter how crappy our badminton players are, I always support them through and through no matter what happens. When they lose though, I will proceed on cussing the living hell out of them, wondering why did they ever decide to play badminton in the first place when they can easily earn more profit and satisfaction from selling 'murtabak' across the street.

That shows how much passion I have for the game. [And I'm not being sarcastic either]

So the weird thing is, when they got their last point, that is when the shuttle landed outside the court and the players started yelling and celebrating..

[At home]

Dad: Whoa..they won.
Mom: *claps hand* They won, they won.
Bro: *rubbing his tummy* Pa, buy chicken chop today.
Me: *stares at the screen, tears start forming*

[/At home]

BLOODY HELL!!!

I started to cry, for NO reason. Ok, maybe there was a reason but I have never cried for that reason before. Happy tears. Happy tears don't exist in my happy book. I was SO touched and thrilled that my mind jammed and my feelings took cover. Words could not describe how I felt, but the tears sure did.

Or maybe I was PMS-ing.

Fingers crossed. I hope I was PMS-ing. I can't turn soft. Cottons and cream are soft. Sheila is NOT soft.

Either way, it was a good game and hopefully these guys don't get all cocky like that certain badminton player did and continue to produce good results.

On to other important news, I have something wild to confess. Its wild because I might just book myself a place in the beheaded list of half the female population of the world. Oh well, here goes.

I don't think Pete Wentz is good looking.

*HUGE GASP*

Fine, maybe thats a little harsh. Pete is okay looking. He just doesn't look any different from most of the guys I've seen. I don't understand the obsessive fixation some girls have for him. Usually I see the beauty in everyone, even from those I think is FAR from beautiful. I still think they're beatiful.

I know, try to keep up with me.

So the thing thats bothering me is, I have never met a girl who DOES NOT like Pete. Ok, maybe I've met a few but they don't stand out and HATERS don't count. Up till now, whoever I've met has atleast heard of Pete Wentz and his posse. Yep, some even refer Fall Out Boy as Pete and Friends. But why?! I like Fall Out Boy generally for their music. They don'y have any sex appeal like some bands have.

The point is, I just don't get why SO MANY people are in lust with Pete, for his looks! As far as my mind goes...


Pete Wentz looks like a high mixed breed of Iban and Malay and a dash of Indian here and there. To me, if you want your own Pete Wentz you can do him yourself.

SHUT IT! My mind is permanently out of the gutter for now.

Ways To Make Your Own Pete Wentz by Yours Truly.

1) Grab a malay neighbour.
2) Preferably a boy, but you can mix it up if you want.
3) Dress him up in a really tight hoodie, belts over his tight jeans.
4) Apply facial make up.

Most importantly..

5) Eyeliners. Don't forget the eyeliners.
6) Apply lots of gel for the hair.
7) Some lip gloss.

Lastly..

8) Steal a guitar and make him strut it, even if he doesn't want to.

There you have it, your OWN Pete Wentz. Seriously, it works. With this, I can guarantee you'll get over the depression of Fall Out Boy skipping Malaysia for their asian tour.

I have to be honest here, Avril Lavigne looks oddly different now and its good.


I can't believe I'm saying this but she looks terribly cute. I know most of you hate her, can't stand her whatever but seriously, the girl is starting to grow on me. I can't stop listening to the 'Girfriend' song because even though [like Yorsh said] it samples Mickey and its shallow+cheap+3 minute disaster, to me its a fun song. Nowadays, all I hear about are songs about not fitting in, I hate my life, my heart is broken so I can't live anymore, my pills don't do any good and fuck you politicians.

So much negativity.

Once in a while, its okay to question authority, get pissed off at people, blame the next door neighbour for playing loud music but it gets pathetic after a while. Don't these people get tired of whining so much?? Without even trying to make things better, they just continue to whine, whine and whine some more.

Ever heard of time out? Take a break. Have a Happy Meal.

Before its get banned.

Lisa asked me a few days go, why aren't people listening to pop songs anymore? My automatic response was "Because, its not cool to listen to it now." Which is sad because, who the eff determines whats cool and whats not? Why was it okay to listen to MCR without getting bashed and suddenly when they have more than a thousand fans, its not okay anymore. Why are bands like Linkin Park being labeled as sell outs??

Because they *sell* thousands of albums and are rich and famous and doesn't perform in small smoky clubs anymore??

Sheesh.

I won't go into details about this because then it'll look as though I'm whining and I just stated above that people who whine all the time are a pain in the rear area, [well every area as a matter of fact] and if I start to whine then I'll be a pain in the..

Ok, so thats that.

So, bloody Yorsh decided it'll be fun to tag me.

These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

1) I never got over Chucky that scary ass doll.

2) I have a fear that electrical waves from the microwave will seep through my body and kill me.

3) I can't stand marshmallows.

4) I had a hard time pronouncing the letter 'W' when I was younger.

5) When I was 4, I climbed the grill and made it to the top. Then, I decided to let go just to see what will happen.

6) *sigh* I gave Nicky, my hamster, a chocolate chip cookie because I felt as though he liked chocolate chip as much as I did. He did like it.

He just died after 'liking' it.

And I tag, every person who reads this.

I guess I just ruined the game, ay.