and the valentine's decorations begin.

this is what happens when your car battery dies on a sunday.

i know what you're thinking. "why not a monday just before class starts?" yeap. i was asking myself the same question.

initially alone. no buddy to talk to.

same goes for this guy here

and then gossiping about painters and paint brought them together

"So..."

deep in conversation...still.

wedged flip flops. just one of the tackiest things on this side of the earth.

behold, a ching chong mother. pasar malam looking top. check. tights with some sequins. check. wedged flip flops. check. ching chong curls. check.

obviously a friendship for life.

jockey's hands remind me of ms.elsie.

shaun adam lookalike. yes? no?

iScale

suraj would beg to differ when he reads this.

i'm dreading the 14th of feb.

i find this non-holiday holiday very fake.

it is almost like telling the world that your man can only buy flowers and heart-shaped anything and take you to nice places once a year.

men should do that all the time.

women like to be pampered and treated nicely and it sucks that most men only make an effort twice (birthdays included) a year.

then of course you have to endure the pain when you or if you go out on valentine's day.

couples t-shirts. tacky restaurant decorations. tacky slogans for set meals. valentine's set meals. ching chong couples. the boyfriend with the slutty girlfriend. 90's love songs.

ze wen, you've got to change your fb profile picture.

“Breasts are like these scary, mystical things that he’s drawn to, like Frodo to Mordor.”

so I may be one of the many who's going to blog about tomorrow....or maybe everyone is too nervous to blog or jinx anything ahha.

hmm...to be honest, i'm not really worried or nervous. i'm just really tired. i guess i'm already expecting to not get all A's. maybe all C's :D. hence, i don't find anything to be worried about. i refuse to flashback at the silly mistakes that i made because well, what's done is done. i can't do anything about it now unless i repeat the papers WHICH will not happen. i'm not going to kill myself by repeating and studying for A2 at the same time.

moving on, ze wen's birthday was nyehhh. however, ze wen was very grateful which made me feel happy :) i'm a bit disappointed and upset that hardly any of the science people came (will not complain. will not complain) :( at least ze wen's bff took the effort to come. the brownies were awesome. i want some more. to add, i was very surprised that the food which i cooked with constant supervision and tasting by mummy was consumed. with everyone going on about how good canadian pizza is, i was mentally getting ready to give an excuse to my mother about

why the food wasn't touched. (oh yes, thanks ram for not coming when i cooked especially for you. my mum bought fake meat just for you! haha.)

*also, just in general, if you are invited to a party you don't want to go to but was somehow forced, kindly shove your complains up your ass.

snow

urghh and the bad day streak goes on.

pulled a muscle. i'm using the patch thingy now.

so i'll probably smell like an old lady tomorrow in college.

i apologize in advance whoever sits next to me.

this is probably karma saying "serves you right for not going for history"

well karma, it's not my fault for once.

it's not HIGHti, it's HAYti

disclaimer:

ok. so, i'm going to do this only because someone has been pestering me to do it.

let me get this clear. i rather sit through 2 hours of history than write this. ok maybe not. anyway, i hope everyone gets that i am screaming on the inside.

where to start? hmm.

he likes blue. i like purple.

he has many friends. i am a loner

he has potiental OCD. i am the mood swinger cleaner.

he enjoys going out. i prefer staying in on saturdays

he goes clubbing and to bars. i don't at all.

he sings to me willingly. he would need to blackmail me to make me do so.

he wears his heart on his sleeve. mine's in my back pocket somewhere.

he tends to talk loudly in public when he's excited. i try not to.

he is terribly good at surprising me. i'm horrible at it.

he has never been on an airplane (bullshit). i have.

he laughs at stupid things. i roll my eyes at them.

he would sleep early to get up to study. i rather sleep in and do it at night.

he has strangely skinny fingers. i have popiahs for fingers.

he refrains from gossiping. i embrace it with both arms wide open.

we have phones that have minds of their own

we enjoy shopping

we love zara

we love food too much

we have awesome mutual friends :)

we like long hair

we love okraaaa.

we enjoy making fools of ourselves in public

we want to go on a holiday.

we both hate the same music.

we don't enjoy crowds

we have unibrows

we both want to hijack an ice-cream truck.

we spend too much time in the damansara jaya-bandar

utama vicinity.

we both think adam lambert's album cover is like a stereotype gay cover of some sort.

we both go berserk at the sight of shoes. well him more than i.

i can't tell if there's more differences than similarities. this thing is too small.

i am not going to say some mushy crap like "even if there are more differences, there is still a lot

more time to make that similarity list longer"

i love it that we have differences and that you have short hair.

oh yes, a picture is obligatory

socks are deceptive creatures

today was not my day again. to recap, monday was a bad day as well because the economy corner didn't have much to offer. i stared at their "variety" for 2 minutes before deciding this would save me a couple of bucks. boy, was i wrong. should have put in another 80 cents and i would have gotten a meal that actually filled me up.

so today. i woke up late for my 8am class. not only that. my right contact lens was irritating me to no end. my mum said that the pain would go away after a while. well mummy, it did not. not even a bit. i was literally in tears up until the time i went home and even after i took out my contacts, it still hurt really bad. hence, for someone who has extremely low tolerance towards pain, i faired pretty well. i lasted 7 hours of that continuous pain. that should be some kind of record although i was very very very tempted to just remove it before econs class but ms elsie was already there.

i'm pretty sure random people in college thought i was crying. they probably thought i was crying over my lunch hahha. there was one guy who sat at the table in front of me who kept looking at me from time to time. so i suspect that my crying was convincing.

suraj was sure that they thought i was crying because of him. hahaha. well i don't have it in me to cry in public. emotionless maaah.

"i want to go to there"

there should be a divider for this.

i could not help myself.

arabelle's hair. i want.

my future exactly.

oh yea. i love tumblr :) :) :)

red skins.

I am in love with britishindia home deco and furniture. especially the deco.

so purty. they have all types of photo frames :) cute and interesting pillow covers :) candle holders!! :):) framed mirrors :D lamps with lamp shades :):) and most importantly vases. the big funny shaped vases :) it was like interior heaven.

i don't know about the clothes since i was immediately attracted to the home deco the moment i walked into the store. i was too afraid to look at the price tags. so i was pretty much in denial and in my own deluded fantasy that one day when i have my own house, i will get my stuff from britishindia.

which reminds me. ikea has some really interesting home deco as well. however, knowing that 50 other people would have the same things they have in their homes is just bugging me. sigh i'm a sucker for excludability. kind of.

i want to be buried in sand too.

i have a neighbour now :) well going to.

fills up the emptiness in my little black heart.

maybe one day we can play badminton using the fence as our net. always wanted to do that.

and and and i can give them a welcoming basket of muffins like bree hodge :)

what if my desperate housewives fantasy is absolutely wrong and they're secretly butchers that double up as murderers at night. they probably invite people to their house and tase their victims when they least expect it. then they'll go on to chopping up their bodies and putting it in black plastic bags only to discard them far far away like...the kayu ara river.

then after a few days, the black plastic bags float up and can be visible to random passer byers. they'll call the police and the forensics team would somehow dig up evidence leading the crime(s) to our neighbours. however, the police would be too late since the neighbours would have sensed themselves being traced. they'll probably go to thailand and and and there goes another neighbour :(

thanks a lot. all i wanted was to play badminton.

p.s. i've been watching crime & investigation network a lot lately. :) it's not my fault astro is lagging on the new season of csi: new york.

nay we are but men. rock.

so coool. i want. thanks.

farm vases :)

i feel like bitching. however, i feel that if i bitch here it would somehow go back to the person i was going to bitch about. so to avoid all drama possible i will urm..tell...urm..suraj! great idea.

i guess it's true what someone said. i'm a real toughie aka i have a heart of stone. the only emotion i express well is anger. well, i can't deny it. to be all "open" and sensitive towards people is not something i'm very good at. i just feel awkward and wanting the moment to pass. i have no idea if it's something psychological or that's just me.

i do sometimes wish i was sensitive. i still remember how weird and out of place i felt when i went to school to collect my spm results. it seemed like everyone around me was crying and some were estatic while i was well, unfazed. i just really didn't care. it was even weirder to comfort my friend who was crying because she got an A2. like what??? it wasn't like she was poor and if she didn't get all A1's she could never further her studies.

oh man. there i go again.

haha i can imagine my future. me lying on the chair in a psychiatrist office.

it's a crackling

HAHAHA.

integrate this.

was semi bored before maths class. so i googled random stuff like unique hats(not as unique as i thought. should put avant garde next time)

so. topsy turvy cakes caught my attention since it's so weird. whenever i think topsy turvy cakes, i would imagine someone having such difficulty cutting the cake. i mean you wouldn't have such problems with NORMAL cakes.

can you imagine trying to cut equal sizes?? i think i would go crazy.

however, i'm very fascinated and confused at why people would have topsy turvy wedding cakes. wedding cakes should be elegant and simple...i guess.

seeing that it takes a lot more time to make a cake like this, it would probably cost a bomb.

normal cakes ftw ahha.

having a hard time figuring out whether it's a real cake

the nicest topsy turvy wedding cake i've seen so far.

i like the detail :)

enough with the ruffle

in a floral mood again.

so i googled hydrangeas and found a blog by a mom who has planted hydrangeas in her garden. interesting (maybe) fact: hydrangeas aren't fond of the sun. or as she says it "they lie on the ground"

i found the whole post quite amusing. she planted it where the sun shone at its shining glory

hence she actually put a plastic basket on top of the hydrangeas since she refused to stand with

an umbrella under them. refer below.

with gaining knowledge about hydrangeas, i thought of planting them myself. seems like a lot of work though. it's more like looking after a puppy or a baby or a person since hydrangeas are not meant to be in this climate. so much attention just for a plant. but but but it's so purrty.

p.s. did my research on tulips as well. they don't do well in our heat either. sigh sigh sigh

11 am class again :)

facebook photo stalking.

I'm probably the laziest A level student in KDU history.

i was just talking to amalia yesterday about how we only have like 3 months more till the end of classes.

then she went on to burst my bubble "we'll probably have extra classes"

trust me, i groaned. i've sacrificed enough of my saturdays with mr. thiru. NO MORE NO MORE!

anyway, ms elsie was talking about the business cycle today. when she told us how spending money helps stimulate the economy, i groaned again but this time with my inside voice. it's hard to stimulate the economy when i'm broke.

arieni and kathleen who sat behind me when on about zara sales. groaned again. anyway..i could hear kathleen going on how they only have big sizes at zara sales or something like that. Well, OBVIOUSLY. might be the only benefit of being fat.

gosh..i feel so poor sitting among them.

i kept telling suraj about how rich he is since he can buy two pairs of jeans in one shopping trip in a year while i hardly buy jeans come to think of it. i have 2 pairs :) but he did justify himself saying he uses jeans everyday. damn it.

i actually tried saving up money to get jeans last year but by the time i could afford it with extra cash in hand, they discontinued its sale.

however, i am grateful. at least i can afford to study in a private college :) and at least i can go on family holidays.

:D

good night. 11am class woohoo

get off your ath, let's do some math.

in a floral(?) mood.

hydrangeas freaking rule!

chives of the same kind

ohh the fur.

ok the shuffling of the pictures i just realised is wrong. damn.

the only reason i look like i'm constipating in 2 out of 3 pictures is because i'm suppose to be doing the one eyebrow thing. but it is a big fail.

my butt hurts now. good night. :)

epicface epicface epic face jizzinmypants

My dad asked me a question last night. Something that did not cross my mind mainly because i don't feel it is necessary.

"What's your new year resolution?"

In past years whenever i do make a resolution(s), i tend to forget them. however, i decided to start slow this year. not going to resolve to something extreme like join a nunnery or become a vegetarian.

so i've narrowed down my short list to two resolutions ;

a. Exercise more

b. Somehow get over my fear of heights.

The latter, just thinking about it is freaking me out. It would be interesting to find out HOW i would overcome this fear IF i do. Bungee jumping? they don't have it here Climbing a ladder? Scary!! not being sarcastic Rock climbing? will be getting exercise at the same time.

anyway, i sure hope i stick to it and actually remember them this time. :)