♥ Thursday, February 28, 2008 ♥
Violent Volcanic Eruption!!!
28 February 2008
I will get to the violent volcanic eruption later.
I'm going to change my blogskin into THIS after the exams.
It's so nice, no??? (:
But then ... I love this Elmo one I'm using too!! Damn it. Now I'm torn between the two cute blogskins.
UPDATED : Fine. I changed it already even though the exams haven't even started.
Okay, forget about it first. There are more important world news to talk about here.
Yes, a volcano erupted. Here. In Penang. Right here. In my house. In me.
I don't know what our new English teacher's problem is, either she's crazy, or she's crazy.
Maybe she loves the exotic combination of lava, mud, gas, dust, and ashes?? A bright, crimson giant fountain "streaked" with bright orange and blood red, sparkling and glittering with gray dust, wisps of silver mists (which would be the gas, of course) "floating" all around ... Hmm. Who wouldn't love such a gorgeous combination of colors?
(Nah. I don't really know what a volcanic eruption is like. I made that all up.)
Or perhaps the violence and intensity of a volcanic eruptionturns her on makes her more energized. You know.
Either way, she's crazy.
Or maybe she was born in a volcano. Yes, that would explain her flawless, smooth dark skin. Naturally, she'd want to tell everyone about her hometown. Right??
I'll show you what I mean. That woman really loves volcanoes, I tell you. I wouldn't be surprised if there were lava-like blood and sparks coming out from her nostrils, and thick, hot lava flowing out of her mouth and ass.
Volcanoes. (Summary-writing)
Volcanoes. (Choose the correct answer)
Volcanoes. (Complete the passage given below)
Volcanoes. (Write an essay)
Hah. Make it more interesting. Like that's even possible.
Yes. That's me. Simply scribbled it because I was so sick of volcanoes. I told you it was a violent volcanic eruption.
Rawrrr.
29 February 2008
I'm stressed!!!!
There are like, two days left and I have only finished Science, and only studied 31 pages of boring History.
Fuck it. I'm never going to finish studying.
I don't understand what's with everyone lately. This is only a monthly test, people!! But everyone seems to think that it's the important exams they're sitting for. They're studying so hard, it make you feel stressed and make you study just as hard, which is exactly what I'm dealing with now.
*shudders*
God save me this time.
Oh, and yeah. More pimples are sprouting on my face. I'm getting even uglier than ever. FUCK. *sigggh*
Ohhh. And I keep seeing her these days. I really don't know what to say ... *smiles* (:
AND. I just received the most shocking news about "HER" from Tict Chyn which is top secret UNLESS Tict Chyn was lying to me. But I don't think she's that lame and bored to lie to me about something like that .......
I will get to the violent volcanic eruption later.
I'm going to change my blogskin into THIS after the exams.
It's so nice, no??? (:
But then ... I love this Elmo one I'm using too!! Damn it. Now I'm torn between the two cute blogskins.
UPDATED : Fine. I changed it already even though the exams haven't even started.
Okay, forget about it first. There are more important world news to talk about here.
Yes, a volcano erupted. Here. In Penang. Right here. In my house. In me.
I don't know what our new English teacher's problem is, either she's crazy, or she's crazy.
Maybe she loves the exotic combination of lava, mud, gas, dust, and ashes?? A bright, crimson giant fountain "streaked" with bright orange and blood red, sparkling and glittering with gray dust, wisps of silver mists (which would be the gas, of course) "floating" all around ... Hmm. Who wouldn't love such a gorgeous combination of colors?
(Nah. I don't really know what a volcanic eruption is like. I made that all up.)
Or perhaps the violence and intensity of a volcanic eruption
Either way, she's crazy.
Or maybe she was born in a volcano. Yes, that would explain her flawless, smooth dark skin. Naturally, she'd want to tell everyone about her hometown. Right??
I'll show you what I mean. That woman really loves volcanoes, I tell you. I wouldn't be surprised if there were lava-like blood and sparks coming out from her nostrils, and thick, hot lava flowing out of her mouth and ass.
Volcanoes. (Summary-writing)
Volcanoes. (Choose the correct answer)
Volcanoes. (Complete the passage given below)
Volcanoes. (Write an essay)
Hah. Make it more interesting. Like that's even possible.
Yes. That's me. Simply scribbled it because I was so sick of volcanoes. I told you it was a violent volcanic eruption.
Rawrrr.
29 February 2008
I'm stressed!!!!
There are like, two days left and I have only finished Science, and only studied 31 pages of boring History.
Fuck it. I'm never going to finish studying.
I don't understand what's with everyone lately. This is only a monthly test, people!! But everyone seems to think that it's the important exams they're sitting for. They're studying so hard, it make you feel stressed and make you study just as hard, which is exactly what I'm dealing with now.
*shudders*
God save me this time.
Oh, and yeah. More pimples are sprouting on my face. I'm getting even uglier than ever. FUCK. *sigggh*
Ohhh. And I keep seeing her these days. I really don't know what to say ... *smiles* (:
AND. I just received the most shocking news about "HER" from Tict Chyn which is top secret UNLESS Tict Chyn was lying to me. But I don't think she's that lame and bored to lie to me about something like that .......
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
9:16 PM
9:16 PM
♥ Wednesday, February 27, 2008 ♥
Oh, Bananas.
27 February 2008
I know I just posted an entry hours ago, but I'm freaking out. Again.
My father said there's a monkey in our garden.
No, I'm not joking. Seriously. A MONKEY in our garden. And exactly how did a monkey came into our garden, and why??
Our garden isn't that kind of small, neat, well-kept garden that has very smooth grass, potted flowers and a small fountain. Our garden has always been more like a jungle sort of garden. A big, big, compound with two huge bamboo trees, more trees, more fruit trees, more vegetable plants, and lots and lots of flowers planted on the ground which makes it even messier.
But what is a MONKEY doing here?? I know we have banana trees in our garden. And more fruits. And a dog for him to attack. Two cats for him to attack. A few more kittens for him to attack. Leaves for him to eat. Dry leaves for him to eat. Vegetables. More humans for him to bite and attack. Clothes for him to wear. Underwear for him to wear.
And HOW did the monkey come here? My mom said someone let the monkey in. What for??
*gasp*
Maybe the monkey is extremely well trained, and the owner is hiding behind the wall right this moment, and a shrill whistle from the owner, then the monkey will climb up to the second floor, open the door, steal our soft toys, and eat our underwear.
Damn. It's a scary thought. What if the monkey really climbed into our room tonight?? No matter. I have to lock the door tonight. And close all the windows. And keep all my best underwear.
My father said that the monkey has come to sabotage everything. Steal fruits, steal clothes, steal money.
I'm SCARED!!!
*gasp*
What if the monkey climbed in through the upstairs window, and climbed down the stairs and steal my Chinese New Year money??!? What if it rip my precious Gossip Girl books into pieces? Trust me, all my Gossip Girl books (among others) is worth more than my Chinese New Year money.
Damn the monkey. It's frightening me.
I just looked at the dog shampoo in the toilet just now. And the dog on the bottle looks exactly like a monkey.
I know I just posted an entry hours ago, but I'm freaking out. Again.
My father said there's a monkey in our garden.
No, I'm not joking. Seriously. A MONKEY in our garden. And exactly how did a monkey came into our garden, and why??
Our garden isn't that kind of small, neat, well-kept garden that has very smooth grass, potted flowers and a small fountain. Our garden has always been more like a jungle sort of garden. A big, big, compound with two huge bamboo trees, more trees, more fruit trees, more vegetable plants, and lots and lots of flowers planted on the ground which makes it even messier.
But what is a MONKEY doing here?? I know we have banana trees in our garden. And more fruits. And a dog for him to attack. Two cats for him to attack. A few more kittens for him to attack. Leaves for him to eat. Dry leaves for him to eat. Vegetables. More humans for him to bite and attack. Clothes for him to wear. Underwear for him to wear.
And HOW did the monkey come here? My mom said someone let the monkey in. What for??
*gasp*
Maybe the monkey is extremely well trained, and the owner is hiding behind the wall right this moment, and a shrill whistle from the owner, then the monkey will climb up to the second floor, open the door, steal our soft toys, and eat our underwear.
Damn. It's a scary thought. What if the monkey really climbed into our room tonight?? No matter. I have to lock the door tonight. And close all the windows. And keep all my best underwear.
My father said that the monkey has come to sabotage everything. Steal fruits, steal clothes, steal money.
I'm SCARED!!!
*gasp*
What if the monkey climbed in through the upstairs window, and climbed down the stairs and steal my Chinese New Year money??!? What if it rip my precious Gossip Girl books into pieces? Trust me, all my Gossip Girl books (among others) is worth more than my Chinese New Year money.
Damn the monkey. It's frightening me.
I just looked at the dog shampoo in the toilet just now. And the dog on the bottle looks exactly like a monkey.
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
8:20 PM
8:20 PM
RAWRRRR.
27 February 2008
I. Hate. The. Ringing. Sound. Of. The. Fucking. Telephone.
(So I guess it's a good thing I don't have a hand phone. Yet.)
Not that I don't appreciate that we don't need to send a pigeon just because we want to exchange some news.
So, the story.
I was napping, and suddenly the phone rang. First thing, we have a stupid, useless, and rude maid who doesn't know how to pick up a phone, and the caller will probably be frightened to death by the sound of my maid's disgusting voice IF she picked up the phone.
"Itu lo Miss." What the hell is lo. Miss. Miss. Miss. I feel like socking her in the mouth.
Second thing, we have nobody else except me who could pick up a phone before it stopped ringing. My mom was out. My dad was out. So I had to roll out of the sofa and pick up the fucking phone.
Fine. Back to sleep.
After some time, the fucking phone rang again. I woke up again. I couldn't stand it anymore so I just ignored it. And it finally stopped. Hah. RIGHT. Within minutes, it was ringing again.
And I don't know why but my grandma. She saw me sleeping like a fat, drooling pig. And the phone has been ringing for like ages and since I made no intentions on picking up the phone, why couldn't she pick it up?? Instead she let the phone rang, rang and rang. And thus ....
I had enough. So I just woke up, threw the cushions, threw my book, stamped my feet, shouted, no, practically screamed "Fuck!!!!!" then I stomped off. And yeah, the phone was still ringing. I just ignored it. And honestly, I couldn't care less. I know I'm a damn selfish brat who only cared about myself. But helloooo?? Would YOU like to be interrupted so many times when you were sleeping??
I was so tired, I just wanted a good sleep and I got rewarded with not one, not two, but three phone calls in a row. Why?? Now I am wide awake, in quite a good mood, and sitting still, ready to pick up the phone whenever it rings. And for hours already and not once, take that, NOT ONCE DID THE FUCKING PHONE RANG. Why must it wait until the exact moment when I wanted to sleep?? Why???!?!
And you know, the phone was for my grandma. The caller probably asked why nobody picked up the phone. And oh, the whole story came pouring out from my grandma's mouth.
That, is what I call fucking KAYPO.
What the fuck??
If it was me I'd just say that I was sleeping, sorry. And she's got to pour out the whole damned story about how the first time I picked up the phone I was already so annoyed, then the second time I ignored it, and the third time I did wake up but then I stomped off without picking up the phone.
What, is she going to write an article and post it up to the Star paper next???
I was in a super duper ultra foul mood. This time, no. No. No more rude words coming out from my mouth. Earlier I decided to calm down, and I washed my face thoroughly. Then I walked over to the computer. I couldn't help but heard the things she said. Then I just said, "I hate this house" and walked away hugging my beloved pillow.
):
I HATE, HATE, HATE people telling people what I did. No matter how terrible it was.
Whattt??!?!?!
She even stood up and was like, trying to hide the fact that she was talking about me. Like she was doing the most guilty thing alive which make me feel even more furious. If she never stood up I wouldn't have cared. Wouldn't have cared that much anyway.
Shucks. She'd probably thought I was going to stay in the dining room forever and not come over so she could talk about me. Right??!?!?!
Whatever that's supposed to mean.
I only hope she wasn't talking about me then I could delete this rude, beastly and angry post.
Fat chance.
Once, a long, long time ago, my mother told all my cousins that .... *takes a deep breath*
I AM TURNING BAD, TAKE NOTE : BAD, JUST BECAUSE I APPLIED SILVERY PURPLE NAIL POLISH ON MY TOENAILS.
(What the fuck is wrong with nail polish?? (And contact lens??!?!?) Someone tell me?!? Hah. Not that I cared, I still applied it anyway, if she wants to blab about how I'm turning bad just because I put on nail polish to all my cousins, so be it.)
And that was when I burst. Inside me anyway. How could I burst in front of my huge family of cousins?? If I remembered it correctly, we were at the beach. They'd probably just push me into the sea right at the spot. And no, I couldn't swim.
What if one day I turned into a smoker. What's that, huh?? Turning GOOD?? Or turning to the path to my deathbed? (which is slightly true anyway)
So. Sorry for my blabbing.
Don't, and I mean DON'T, just simply tell stories about me. Whether it's true or false, just don't. I hate it. I HATE it.
Unless if it's like totally necessary. Maybe, I stole a pen from the bookshop. Well, just tell the teacher, headmistress, police, whoever, step by step on how I managed to steal a pen from the bookshop.
That, I wouldn't have minded.
Because I'm going to get arrested anyway.
Just because I didn't pick up the phone ....
Okay, fine. I'm going to do my essay. Anything to prevent myself from thinking about this stupid thing which you might think is not stupid at all.
* Go Back *
I. Hate. The. Ringing. Sound. Of. The. Fucking. Telephone.
(So I guess it's a good thing I don't have a hand phone. Yet.)
Not that I don't appreciate that we don't need to send a pigeon just because we want to exchange some news.
So, the story.
I was napping, and suddenly the phone rang. First thing, we have a stupid, useless, and rude maid who doesn't know how to pick up a phone, and the caller will probably be frightened to death by the sound of my maid's disgusting voice IF she picked up the phone.
"Itu lo Miss." What the hell is lo. Miss. Miss. Miss. I feel like socking her in the mouth.
Second thing, we have nobody else except me who could pick up a phone before it stopped ringing. My mom was out. My dad was out. So I had to roll out of the sofa and pick up the fucking phone.
Fine. Back to sleep.
After some time, the fucking phone rang again. I woke up again. I couldn't stand it anymore so I just ignored it. And it finally stopped. Hah. RIGHT. Within minutes, it was ringing again.
And I don't know why but my grandma. She saw me sleeping like a fat, drooling pig. And the phone has been ringing for like ages and since I made no intentions on picking up the phone, why couldn't she pick it up?? Instead she let the phone rang, rang and rang. And thus ....
I had enough. So I just woke up, threw the cushions, threw my book, stamped my feet, shouted, no, practically screamed "Fuck!!!!!" then I stomped off. And yeah, the phone was still ringing. I just ignored it. And honestly, I couldn't care less. I know I'm a damn selfish brat who only cared about myself. But helloooo?? Would YOU like to be interrupted so many times when you were sleeping??
I was so tired, I just wanted a good sleep and I got rewarded with not one, not two, but three phone calls in a row. Why?? Now I am wide awake, in quite a good mood, and sitting still, ready to pick up the phone whenever it rings. And for hours already and not once, take that, NOT ONCE DID THE FUCKING PHONE RANG. Why must it wait until the exact moment when I wanted to sleep?? Why???!?!
And you know, the phone was for my grandma. The caller probably asked why nobody picked up the phone. And oh, the whole story came pouring out from my grandma's mouth.
That, is what I call fucking KAYPO.
What the fuck??
If it was me I'd just say that I was sleeping, sorry. And she's got to pour out the whole damned story about how the first time I picked up the phone I was already so annoyed, then the second time I ignored it, and the third time I did wake up but then I stomped off without picking up the phone.
What, is she going to write an article and post it up to the Star paper next???
I was in a super duper ultra foul mood. This time, no. No. No more rude words coming out from my mouth. Earlier I decided to calm down, and I washed my face thoroughly. Then I walked over to the computer. I couldn't help but heard the things she said. Then I just said, "I hate this house" and walked away hugging my beloved pillow.
):
I HATE, HATE, HATE people telling people what I did. No matter how terrible it was.
Whattt??!?!?!
She even stood up and was like, trying to hide the fact that she was talking about me. Like she was doing the most guilty thing alive which make me feel even more furious. If she never stood up I wouldn't have cared. Wouldn't have cared that much anyway.
Shucks. She'd probably thought I was going to stay in the dining room forever and not come over so she could talk about me. Right??!?!?!
Whatever that's supposed to mean.
I only hope she wasn't talking about me then I could delete this rude, beastly and angry post.
Fat chance.
Once, a long, long time ago, my mother told all my cousins that .... *takes a deep breath*
I AM TURNING BAD, TAKE NOTE : BAD, JUST BECAUSE I APPLIED SILVERY PURPLE NAIL POLISH ON MY TOENAILS.
(What the fuck is wrong with nail polish?? (And contact lens??!?!?) Someone tell me?!? Hah. Not that I cared, I still applied it anyway, if she wants to blab about how I'm turning bad just because I put on nail polish to all my cousins, so be it.)
And that was when I burst. Inside me anyway. How could I burst in front of my huge family of cousins?? If I remembered it correctly, we were at the beach. They'd probably just push me into the sea right at the spot. And no, I couldn't swim.
What if one day I turned into a smoker. What's that, huh?? Turning GOOD?? Or turning to the path to my deathbed? (which is slightly true anyway)
So. Sorry for my blabbing.
Don't, and I mean DON'T, just simply tell stories about me. Whether it's true or false, just don't. I hate it. I HATE it.
Unless if it's like totally necessary. Maybe, I stole a pen from the bookshop. Well, just tell the teacher, headmistress, police, whoever, step by step on how I managed to steal a pen from the bookshop.
That, I wouldn't have minded.
Because I'm going to get arrested anyway.
Just because I didn't pick up the phone ....
Okay, fine. I'm going to do my essay. Anything to prevent myself from thinking about this stupid thing which you might think is not stupid at all.
* Go Back *
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
5:52 PM
5:52 PM
♥ Monday, February 25, 2008 ♥
Not Exactly ....
25 February 2008
Not exactly the best day of my life.
Shitty but not that shitty prefect demerit me for having too long nails which aren't that long, really. But still I have to thank her because I think she was going to demerit me for having too long hair which isn't that long, really, but she gave me a chance.
Thanks.
Not exactly in the best mood of my life.
Exams are coming soon. What else can I say?? I can only say the things I always say whenever the exams are coming : I AM DOOMED.
Why must everyone be so tensed at this time of the year?? I can't even have fun anymore. All my friends are so serious about the exams!! It's just a test!! Study hard for it, but not TOOOO hard!! Makes me feel so down and miserable. Pressured. Stressed.
*sigh*
Not exactly very happy now.
And I don't know why. I am so confused about everything including the few things above.
We got another book about self-safety (oh shucks) and we need to study it for our exams (oh double fucking shucks). What the hell is it for exactly?? For EXAMS?? What, bring a whistle and an umbrella with you every time you go out just in case, you know.
Whatever.
I think the school thinks that all of us have dead minds. No common sense. Hell?? Which normal person wouldn't scream when being raped?? Which normal person wouldn't use their mobile phone (if they still have it on them anyway) when being kidnapped if they have the chance??
Well, that would be me because I don't have a mobile phone. Because of my parents. Damn. I really can't see their problem. They don't even allow me to do contact lenses. Handphones, laptops, cameras .... They are something I want, not something I need, right?? I need contact lenses. Okay fine, maybe I don't need it because I can wear spectacles but I hate wearing spectacles!!!!!
What's the big deal?? My father said it was a nuisance. I thought contacts were supposed to make things easier.
*sigh*
Not exactly the best day of my life.
Shitty but not that shitty prefect demerit me for having too long nails which aren't that long, really. But still I have to thank her because I think she was going to demerit me for having too long hair which isn't that long, really, but she gave me a chance.
Thanks.
Not exactly in the best mood of my life.
Exams are coming soon. What else can I say?? I can only say the things I always say whenever the exams are coming : I AM DOOMED.
Why must everyone be so tensed at this time of the year?? I can't even have fun anymore. All my friends are so serious about the exams!! It's just a test!! Study hard for it, but not TOOOO hard!! Makes me feel so down and miserable. Pressured. Stressed.
*sigh*
Not exactly very happy now.
And I don't know why. I am so confused about everything including the few things above.
We got another book about self-safety (oh shucks) and we need to study it for our exams (oh double fucking shucks). What the hell is it for exactly?? For EXAMS?? What, bring a whistle and an umbrella with you every time you go out just in case, you know.
Whatever.
I think the school thinks that all of us have dead minds. No common sense. Hell?? Which normal person wouldn't scream when being raped?? Which normal person wouldn't use their mobile phone (if they still have it on them anyway) when being kidnapped if they have the chance??
Well, that would be me because I don't have a mobile phone. Because of my parents. Damn. I really can't see their problem. They don't even allow me to do contact lenses. Handphones, laptops, cameras .... They are something I want, not something I need, right?? I need contact lenses. Okay fine, maybe I don't need it because I can wear spectacles but I hate wearing spectacles!!!!!
What's the big deal?? My father said it was a nuisance. I thought contacts were supposed to make things easier.
*sigh*
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
8:02 PM
8:02 PM
♥ Sunday, February 24, 2008 ♥
A Day To Remember
Chinese New Year Day 3
LONG POST AHEAD!!!!
(*rolls eyes* Whatever.)
Quite a lot of photos. QUITE.
There really aren't any special reasons why this is a day I should remember except for the fact that I ate a lot of fabulous food, had a kick-ass time, and the best of all : Ee Leng missed her flight back to Singapore, which isn't the best after all, unless, say, she lost her passport and will be staying in Penang forever.
After I dragged my huge ass off the bed at the ungodly hour of nine on a HOLIDAY, we went to Queensbay. My cousins wanted to watch the movie CJ7, and Ee Leng and I wanted to shop. So we split after my cousins got their tickets and some fries at The Holland Fries. Wasabi and Seaweed flavored, I think. Nice.
Maybe you're wondering why we went to Queensbay so early. Well, my cousins were scared that they won't be able to get tickets for the movie, so we all had to go so early. But apparently all the normal human-beings in the world have the same way of thinking : If we go early before everyone else, then we'll get the tickets!! So everyone went early. Bah.
We were going to meet up with Jun Fang later, and Ee Leng wanted to get a surprise present for her. So I suggested something since I saw what Jun Fang bought from 7-Eleven last time : RAISINS. Don't laugh. Six packets of Ligo black and golden raisins. I know, I know. Weird present to be giving, but so what, as long as Jun Fang likes it.
Bought a bar of Hershey's for ourselves as well.
*All the photos are not in very good quality because my brother took the digital camera to his girlfriend's birthday party or something of the sort and we had to use Ee Leng's camera phone instead.
Cookies 'n' Creme, my favorite!!
Ee Leng'sboobs Hershey's shirt.
♥ I like!!! It's LOVE at first bite, indeed. Yum.
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Tan lines!!! YUCK.
Not that I can help it, unless if I go sunbathing naked. Aherm.
After we met up with Jun Fang, my cousins joined us for lunch.
My rich-arse cousin who's working in London that I mentioned in one of the previous posts said that anything under RM20 are too cheap, so he brought us all to T.G.I.Friday's.
Actually, why Friday?? Because it's the last day of work in a week, and people can finally relax?? Or maybe Friday sounds more catchy. How about T.G.I.Sunday's. Quite catchy too what, heee. :P
Or maybe they should change the restaurant name every day according to the days in a week.
The menu.
I really love the deco at Friday's. So coool. But we were sitting beside the windows so I never got the chance to take photos of the deco on the wall for fear that people will think I'm some kind of stalker trying to snap photos of them, when all my intentions were only to snap photos of the pretty decorations on the wall.
I know I look weird but it's the only photo of the three of us in the restaurant so I'll post it up anyway.
The new faces of Hershey's Chocolate.
You will probably see our photos on the Hershey's Chocolate's wrappers or the advertisements on TV next time. :P
Actually, this was taken in the restaurant too but then you can't really see where we were, right?
We decided to share everything between us, so we can eat more different kinds of food. So. These were what we ordered :
The Appetizers
Buffalo Wings
Don't know what to say as I didn't try it because I don't really like chicken wings. I think they're all bones, and what I can feel and taste are bones.
Fried Calamari
This was one of my favorites. It was very, very yummy. It was deep fried to golden perfection, and it was served with to-die-for marinara sauce.
*drools*
The Main Courses
Half Rack Beef Ribs
(I simply copied the name from someone else's blog. Not sure whether it was the exact thing we ate or not, but the description sounds suspiciously like it.)
Half a slab of tender, savory beef ribs, perfectly seasoned and marinated, then char-grilled and basted with apple butter sauce, and served with Friday's fries and coleslaw.
Char-grilled Chicken and Beef Sizzlin' Fajita Tower
I don't know what to say. It sure was a complicated dish. So many different kind of things.
The top plate - Cheddar cheese, sour cream, salsa and guacamole to top your tortilla.
The middle plate - Chicken and beef served sizzling on a platter of green and red peppers and roasted onions.
The bottom plate - Warm flour tortilla to wrap your chicken, beef and veggies.
I told you it was complicated.
Uhh. Burger???
Some kind of big burger with bacon strips, mushrooms (!!!!), lots of melted cheese (!!!!!!!!), beef or chicken I have no idea, some veggies, and so on.
I remember I ordered something of the sort the first time I went to Friday's. Only that it was much, much bigger. I remember I had terrible difficulties eating it. Thank goodness it was only a family dinner.
And I remember I went to Swensen's at Singapore and I also ordered something of the sort. No. Not a pretty sight. To make things worse, there's an egg in the burger. The kind of egg which the egg yolk will flow out. Even messier than ever.
I don't know, the burgers always look so tempting to me, even though I knew ordering that kind of thing is always a bad idea. So, unless you're an expert eater and you're very hungry, don't order it. Nice as it is, it makes you look like a pig with no whatsoever eating manners.
Chicken Parmesan Quesadillas
(Okay, fine, I copied that down too.)
Char-grilled diced chicken, beef bacon bits, melted with Montery Jack cheese and Bruschetta mix in a Parmesan-crusted tortilla.
(Whatever that description's supposed to mean.)
Seafood Platter??
Don't know what it's called.
Golden fried calamari, shrimps, fries and a goodness knows what, a piece of fish?? The calamari is the same as the Fried Calamari appetizer, but the sauces was different. I prefer the marinara sauce!!
We cam-whored while we were in the pretty pink toilets of Queensbay. Out of so many photos, only one of them turned out nice. Poooo.
I hate all the people behind who kept staring like they've never in their lives seen teenagers cam-whoring in the toilets before.
After that, we went back to the restaurant for dessert.
Desserts
Mocha Mud Pie
This was another one of the to-die-fors. Besides of being perfectly tasty, it looked perfectly tasty, appealing, and not to mention, perfectly gorgeous. I am a sucker for gorgeous and gorgeously arranged food.
The middle part of the Mocha Mud Pie was actually mocha ice cream frozen in a chocolate crumb crust, and it was topped with rich, gooey chocolate and thick hot fudge, encrusted with toasted almonds.
Cookies 'N' Cream
A scoop of vanilla ice cream sandwiched between two chocolate chip cookie squares, beautifully drizzled with hot fudge and caramel sauce.
I don't know, I think the two cookie squares were too hard.
But the dessert was gorgeously arranged, so I still like it. :P
♥ The heavenly Mocha Mud Pie and I. I love this photo!!!!
I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.
I read so many people's blogs about their meals at T.G.I.Friday's. Most of them ordered the Mocha Mud Pie, and not a single person said they disliked it.
*drools*
So contented. *burps*
We weren't finished with cam-whoring yet, so we cam-whored outside Queensbay while accompanying Jun Fang to wait for her car.
Heeee. We saw someone who was wearing the exact same jacket Jun Fang was wearing. Same design, same color. At first nobody noticed, but then I noticed the girl turning back and looking at Jun Fang. That was when I found out that they were wearing the same thing.
Damn. Such a nightmare. I hope I will never see anyone wearing the same thing as me. At the same spot.
Okay. So ended my happy day.
*sigh*
It was such a happy day!!!
*smiles dreamily*
* Go Back *
LONG POST AHEAD!!!!
(*rolls eyes* Whatever.)
Quite a lot of photos. QUITE.
There really aren't any special reasons why this is a day I should remember except for the fact that I ate a lot of fabulous food, had a kick-ass time, and the best of all : Ee Leng missed her flight back to Singapore, which isn't the best after all, unless, say, she lost her passport and will be staying in Penang forever.
After I dragged my huge ass off the bed at the ungodly hour of nine on a HOLIDAY, we went to Queensbay. My cousins wanted to watch the movie CJ7, and Ee Leng and I wanted to shop. So we split after my cousins got their tickets and some fries at The Holland Fries. Wasabi and Seaweed flavored, I think. Nice.
Maybe you're wondering why we went to Queensbay so early. Well, my cousins were scared that they won't be able to get tickets for the movie, so we all had to go so early. But apparently all the normal human-beings in the world have the same way of thinking : If we go early before everyone else, then we'll get the tickets!! So everyone went early. Bah.
We were going to meet up with Jun Fang later, and Ee Leng wanted to get a surprise present for her. So I suggested something since I saw what Jun Fang bought from 7-Eleven last time : RAISINS. Don't laugh. Six packets of Ligo black and golden raisins. I know, I know. Weird present to be giving, but so what, as long as Jun Fang likes it.
Bought a bar of Hershey's for ourselves as well.
*All the photos are not in very good quality because my brother took the digital camera to his girlfriend's birthday party or something of the sort and we had to use Ee Leng's camera phone instead.
Cookies 'n' Creme, my favorite!!
Ee Leng's
♥ I like!!! It's LOVE at first bite, indeed. Yum.
.Tan lines!!! YUCK.
Not that I can help it, unless if I go sunbathing naked. Aherm.
After we met up with Jun Fang, my cousins joined us for lunch.
My rich-arse cousin who's working in London that I mentioned in one of the previous posts said that anything under RM20 are too cheap, so he brought us all to T.G.I.Friday's.
Actually, why Friday?? Because it's the last day of work in a week, and people can finally relax?? Or maybe Friday sounds more catchy. How about T.G.I.Sunday's. Quite catchy too what, heee. :P
Or maybe they should change the restaurant name every day according to the days in a week.
The menu.
I really love the deco at Friday's. So coool. But we were sitting beside the windows so I never got the chance to take photos of the deco on the wall for fear that people will think I'm some kind of stalker trying to snap photos of them, when all my intentions were only to snap photos of the pretty decorations on the wall.
I know I look weird but it's the only photo of the three of us in the restaurant so I'll post it up anyway.
The new faces of Hershey's Chocolate.
You will probably see our photos on the Hershey's Chocolate's wrappers or the advertisements on TV next time. :P
Actually, this was taken in the restaurant too but then you can't really see where we were, right?
We decided to share everything between us, so we can eat more different kinds of food. So. These were what we ordered :
The Appetizers
Buffalo Wings
Don't know what to say as I didn't try it because I don't really like chicken wings. I think they're all bones, and what I can feel and taste are bones.
Fried Calamari
This was one of my favorites. It was very, very yummy. It was deep fried to golden perfection, and it was served with to-die-for marinara sauce.
*drools*
The Main Courses
Half Rack Beef Ribs
(I simply copied the name from someone else's blog. Not sure whether it was the exact thing we ate or not, but the description sounds suspiciously like it.)
Half a slab of tender, savory beef ribs, perfectly seasoned and marinated, then char-grilled and basted with apple butter sauce, and served with Friday's fries and coleslaw.
Char-grilled Chicken and Beef Sizzlin' Fajita Tower
I don't know what to say. It sure was a complicated dish. So many different kind of things.
The top plate - Cheddar cheese, sour cream, salsa and guacamole to top your tortilla.
The middle plate - Chicken and beef served sizzling on a platter of green and red peppers and roasted onions.
The bottom plate - Warm flour tortilla to wrap your chicken, beef and veggies.
I told you it was complicated.
Uhh. Burger???
Some kind of big burger with bacon strips, mushrooms (!!!!), lots of melted cheese (!!!!!!!!), beef or chicken I have no idea, some veggies, and so on.
I remember I ordered something of the sort the first time I went to Friday's. Only that it was much, much bigger. I remember I had terrible difficulties eating it. Thank goodness it was only a family dinner.
And I remember I went to Swensen's at Singapore and I also ordered something of the sort. No. Not a pretty sight. To make things worse, there's an egg in the burger. The kind of egg which the egg yolk will flow out. Even messier than ever.
I don't know, the burgers always look so tempting to me, even though I knew ordering that kind of thing is always a bad idea. So, unless you're an expert eater and you're very hungry, don't order it. Nice as it is, it makes you look like a pig with no whatsoever eating manners.
Chicken Parmesan Quesadillas
(Okay, fine, I copied that down too.)
Char-grilled diced chicken, beef bacon bits, melted with Montery Jack cheese and Bruschetta mix in a Parmesan-crusted tortilla.
(Whatever that description's supposed to mean.)
Seafood Platter??
Don't know what it's called.
Golden fried calamari, shrimps, fries and a goodness knows what, a piece of fish?? The calamari is the same as the Fried Calamari appetizer, but the sauces was different. I prefer the marinara sauce!!
We cam-whored while we were in the pretty pink toilets of Queensbay. Out of so many photos, only one of them turned out nice. Poooo.
I hate all the people behind who kept staring like they've never in their lives seen teenagers cam-whoring in the toilets before.
After that, we went back to the restaurant for dessert.
Desserts
Mocha Mud Pie
This was another one of the to-die-fors. Besides of being perfectly tasty, it looked perfectly tasty, appealing, and not to mention, perfectly gorgeous. I am a sucker for gorgeous and gorgeously arranged food.
The middle part of the Mocha Mud Pie was actually mocha ice cream frozen in a chocolate crumb crust, and it was topped with rich, gooey chocolate and thick hot fudge, encrusted with toasted almonds.
Cookies 'N' Cream
A scoop of vanilla ice cream sandwiched between two chocolate chip cookie squares, beautifully drizzled with hot fudge and caramel sauce.
I don't know, I think the two cookie squares were too hard.
But the dessert was gorgeously arranged, so I still like it. :P
♥ The heavenly Mocha Mud Pie and I. I love this photo!!!!
I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.
I read so many people's blogs about their meals at T.G.I.Friday's. Most of them ordered the Mocha Mud Pie, and not a single person said they disliked it.
*drools*
So contented. *burps*
We weren't finished with cam-whoring yet, so we cam-whored outside Queensbay while accompanying Jun Fang to wait for her car.
Heeee. We saw someone who was wearing the exact same jacket Jun Fang was wearing. Same design, same color. At first nobody noticed, but then I noticed the girl turning back and looking at Jun Fang. That was when I found out that they were wearing the same thing.
Damn. Such a nightmare. I hope I will never see anyone wearing the same thing as me. At the same spot.
Okay. So ended my happy day.
*sigh*
It was such a happy day!!!
*smiles dreamily*
* Go Back *
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
1:36 PM
1:36 PM
♥ Saturday, February 23, 2008 ♥
All I Want To Do Is Sleep
23 February 2008
Sooooo tired.
Went to the Rukun Negara thing at Pisa today which was boring like fuck. But thank God for the many stalls selling interesting food down there. We spent our time walking around and buying some snacks to stuff our face with. I will upload some photos later because the Photoshop is still not functioning. So sad.
)=
SHE was so cute!! Mwahaha.
Oh, and I wish Tict Chyn and Rui Mei got into the finals of the Leo Idol competition which I could have joined if I didn't go to Pisa and wasted my time getting crushed by strongly and heavenly perfumed (MY DAMNED ARSE) Malay people. Well, not all of them. Some of them were okay but some of them drove me crazy.
Ugggh.
The toilet was forever crowded with thousands of Malays and a few Chinese girls and the Indians are almost the same as Malays anyway so I didn't notice them.
You can imagine the smell, can't you?? Urine and perfume, plus the body odours. Shit. All I can say is that they don't make a good combination.
Er-lack.
Sooooo tired.
Went to the Rukun Negara thing at Pisa today which was boring like fuck. But thank God for the many stalls selling interesting food down there. We spent our time walking around and buying some snacks to stuff our face with. I will upload some photos later because the Photoshop is still not functioning. So sad.
)=
SHE was so cute!! Mwahaha.
Oh, and I wish Tict Chyn and Rui Mei got into the finals of the Leo Idol competition which I could have joined if I didn't go to Pisa and wasted my time getting crushed by strongly and heavenly perfumed (MY DAMNED ARSE) Malay people. Well, not all of them. Some of them were okay but some of them drove me crazy.
Ugggh.
The toilet was forever crowded with thousands of Malays and a few Chinese girls and the Indians are almost the same as Malays anyway so I didn't notice them.
You can imagine the smell, can't you?? Urine and perfume, plus the body odours. Shit. All I can say is that they don't make a good combination.
Er-lack.
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
8:44 PM
8:44 PM
♥ Friday, February 22, 2008 ♥
I Looked Into The Mirror, and I Saw .....
22 February 2008
A really ugly panda.
Whoopee. I slept for 3 hours only yesterday night. Um, I mean, this morning. All because of the stupid piece of Art work I have to pass up today. But then I have to thank and blame myself because the teacher gave us the homework before Chinese New Year, and typically, I did it at the last minute.
I always do.
I started to paint the picture at 9 o'clock, and I thought I can finish it by, say, 11 o'clock or 12 o'clock.
Right. Guess what time I finally finished the piece of Art work??
3 o'clock. 3 o'clock in the morning.
I spent SIX WHOLE HOURS doing a stupid piece of Art work. And the end result still sucks. You'd think that all the six hours of hard work and ... dedication can at least make the piece of work look nicer.
Wrong.
Why???? WHY??! Why am I so damn untalented in Art??
But, really, I don't feel all that sleepy today despite having 3 hours of sleep only. In fact, I was so hyper today. I don't know. I was and am feeling extraordinarily happy these two days. Better appreciate it while it lasts ....
NOT HAPPY ANYMORE.
Wei burst my bubble of happiness again, and it wouldn't be the first time. I am so tired right now, and halfway through editing my top part of the entry, I went to sleep. I was sleeping so peacefully under five giant cushions to prevent the mosquitoes from stealing my precious blood, and Wei just has to call at that very moment. Talk about bad timing. Wake up call, as my sister said.
She said she's not going to CO practice tomorrow. And it wouldn't be the first time. I'd say she did a good job on her wake up call because I am now furious and wide awake, jabbing angrily at the keyboard.
I guess nobody except myself can ever understand how much the twins' presence during CO practices meant to me.
Thanks, Xuan and Wei. Thanks.
A really ugly panda.
Whoopee. I slept for 3 hours only yesterday night. Um, I mean, this morning. All because of the stupid piece of Art work I have to pass up today. But then I have to thank and blame myself because the teacher gave us the homework before Chinese New Year, and typically, I did it at the last minute.
I always do.
I started to paint the picture at 9 o'clock, and I thought I can finish it by, say, 11 o'clock or 12 o'clock.
Right. Guess what time I finally finished the piece of Art work??
3 o'clock. 3 o'clock in the morning.
I spent SIX WHOLE HOURS doing a stupid piece of Art work. And the end result still sucks. You'd think that all the six hours of hard work and ... dedication can at least make the piece of work look nicer.
Wrong.
Why???? WHY??! Why am I so damn untalented in Art??
But, really, I don't feel all that sleepy today despite having 3 hours of sleep only. In fact, I was so hyper today. I don't know. I was and am feeling extraordinarily happy these two days. Better appreciate it while it lasts ....
NOT HAPPY ANYMORE.
Wei burst my bubble of happiness again, and it wouldn't be the first time. I am so tired right now, and halfway through editing my top part of the entry, I went to sleep. I was sleeping so peacefully under five giant cushions to prevent the mosquitoes from stealing my precious blood, and Wei just has to call at that very moment. Talk about bad timing. Wake up call, as my sister said.
She said she's not going to CO practice tomorrow. And it wouldn't be the first time. I'd say she did a good job on her wake up call because I am now furious and wide awake, jabbing angrily at the keyboard.
I guess nobody except myself can ever understand how much the twins' presence during CO practices meant to me.
Thanks, Xuan and Wei. Thanks.
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
7:43 PM
7:43 PM
♥ Wednesday, February 20, 2008 ♥
The Chocolate Fountain
Chinese New Year Day 2
LONG POST AGAIN. FEEK!!!
(Damn it. I think it really is in my veins to post long posts, you know?? Or maybe it's just the photos. Yeah. Definitely the photos. In case you are wondering what feek means ... it's the cuter and more polite version of fuck, invented by my sister)
Went to climb the Youth Park Hill early in the morning.
I said I have to exercise hard if I want to eat the Chocolate Fondue with a clean mind without the negative side of me torturing and taunting me of all the extra fat I will get if I gorge myself on the yummy once-in-a-long-time treat too much.
Why once-in-a-long-time?? Because I don't eat fondues alone. End of story. Nobody wants to eat fondues with me. Or rather, I can't go eat fondues with anybody because my mom is kind enough to not let me go out with my friends.
And what, ask my sister to go eat fondues with me?? That would be the best joke I have ever heard.
Anyway, I will skip all the boring parts and go to the exciting parts, shall I??
Orchids.
You know, I dipped the orchid in the chocolate fountain. Seriously. Can you believe it?? I just took a tiny bite because I was too much of a ninny and was scared that I will die before I'd even taste the chocolate-coated strawberries and marshmallows.
Nah. Just joking. Don't believe everything I say.
The Chocolate Fountain Comes To Life!!
Okay, wait, I have to say thanks to my cousin Celine who brought the Chocolate Fountain from Singapore, specially requested by ME. Thank you!!!
The Before
The After Before
The After After Before
The After After After Before
The After
Drowning in sweet, rich chocolate. Yum.
Are you drooling?? Or perhaps the photo qualities suck so bad that the Chocolate Fountain looks like a Poop Fountain to you, turns you off, and make you don't feel like drooling anymore?
I couldn't resist taking photos with the Chocolate Fountain.
Until my dying day I will never understand why Jun Fang hates chocolate.
♥ Happy and really sweet moments I will never forget ....
And I mean really sweet. Because the chocolate was no disgusting bitter dark chocolate.
There were all sorts of things to dip into the chocolate.
Sweet, red strawberries, uh, sweet and sticky marshmallows that melt in your mouth, some biscuit sticks coated with milk, more plain biscuit sticks (all the more better to taste the chocolate with), chocolate marshmallows, and bananas.
I need to find another word than sweet.
And not to mention more, um, exotic? words to describe everything. Like, err, sweet, juicy strawberries that taste even better than lips, and ... squirt its juices all in your mouth. It's just so ....org- delicious. Yep.
Yuck.
Sounds so perverted. You know. Heee.
Everything coated with the chocolate was dipped into a bowl of ice water. To harden the chocolate, I think. Make it easier to eat as it won't drip as much, and dirty all your gorgeous new year clothes which is exactly what the stupid chocolate did to me.
Great. I love this picture. You know why??
I feel so happy to see someone else besides me who's wolfing down the food. But then, she's skinny. But who cares. At least I eat with more .... you know, poise?? Hah. And I eat with ... grace. Yes. That's me. Graceful, poised girl that always maintain her cool.
*splutters*
WHAT???!?!?
Ignore me. Please, ignore me.
I think I love strawberries as well as mushrooms.
Sweet ones anyway.
I remember how I used to love strawberries so much when I was young. I even own an email calling myself Strawberry Girl.
Aherm.
Okay. Stop trying to hide that you once had an email like ... Hello Kitty?? Cute Angel?? I Love You?? Surely you did?? When you were around 10 years old? Probably.
But then I changed my email because Strawberry Girl just sounds so childish. Ha ha. Can't blame it on me because I did that email while I was still innocent and stupid (though still graceful and poised, yes :P), while I was still in Primary School.
Reminds me of Cadburys, don't you think??
Lousy fireworks. How boring.
I remember once when I was younger, my cousin brought expensive fireworks to our house. Illegal ones, duh. Even the normal Dino Eggs or whatever you call them are illegal. Aren't they??
Well, I was stupid then. Never bothered to even take a photo. But then, I don't think the photos will turn out nice, because we were practically under the fireworks. And I was busy stuffing my fingers into my ears because it was so loud.
*sigh*
I should have appreciated that moment.
Cam-whored with Ee Leng using her pink Sony VAIO laptop. I want!!! ):
Why, why is it that my sister is lucky enough to get a handphone AND a laptop and I got neither??!?
*sniff*
Although I am the only one using the camera it still isn't mine. I don't care. I'm asking my mother to buy me something. I don't care which.
Actually I just asked her. I said that I don't really need a handphone except for emergencies and I like handphones for their cameras only anyway, so why not get a camera?? But then, what if suddenly got emergency?? Then my mother said. Why will there be any emergencies?? You stay at home every day and you can't take your phone to school. What's the point??
Fuck.
I wish I was kidnapped just to show her that emergencies WILL happen some time. How can she say that nothing will happen?? Who knows?? It's not the same as the eighties or zero-ties anymore. People are getting crazier and crazier.
I told you there was a Frenchman in my house.
It's fucking creepy, but I have to say it again : His resemblance to Doctor Lecter in the movie Silence of the Lambs is scaring me out of my mind.
Thank God he was just visiting, and was staying at some other place.
A cute box of yummy French Chocolates.
(At least I didn't use sweet anymore)
Well. I guess this was how my second day of Chinese New Year passed.
Happy Chinese Valentines Day!!!!
* Go Back *
LONG POST AGAIN. FEEK!!!
(Damn it. I think it really is in my veins to post long posts, you know?? Or maybe it's just the photos. Yeah. Definitely the photos. In case you are wondering what feek means ... it's the cuter and more polite version of fuck, invented by my sister)
Went to climb the Youth Park Hill early in the morning.
I said I have to exercise hard if I want to eat the Chocolate Fondue with a clean mind without the negative side of me torturing and taunting me of all the extra fat I will get if I gorge myself on the yummy once-in-a-long-time treat too much.
Why once-in-a-long-time?? Because I don't eat fondues alone. End of story. Nobody wants to eat fondues with me. Or rather, I can't go eat fondues with anybody because my mom is kind enough to not let me go out with my friends.
And what, ask my sister to go eat fondues with me?? That would be the best joke I have ever heard.
Anyway, I will skip all the boring parts and go to the exciting parts, shall I??
Orchids.
You know, I dipped the orchid in the chocolate fountain. Seriously. Can you believe it?? I just took a tiny bite because I was too much of a ninny and was scared that I will die before I'd even taste the chocolate-coated strawberries and marshmallows.
Nah. Just joking. Don't believe everything I say.
The Chocolate Fountain Comes To Life!!
Okay, wait, I have to say thanks to my cousin Celine who brought the Chocolate Fountain from Singapore, specially requested by ME. Thank you!!!
The Before
The After Before
The After After Before
The After After After Before
The After
Drowning in sweet, rich chocolate. Yum.
Are you drooling?? Or perhaps the photo qualities suck so bad that the Chocolate Fountain looks like a Poop Fountain to you, turns you off, and make you don't feel like drooling anymore?
I couldn't resist taking photos with the Chocolate Fountain.
Until my dying day I will never understand why Jun Fang hates chocolate.
♥ Happy and really sweet moments I will never forget ....
And I mean really sweet. Because the chocolate was no disgusting bitter dark chocolate.
There were all sorts of things to dip into the chocolate.
Sweet, red strawberries, uh, sweet and sticky marshmallows that melt in your mouth, some biscuit sticks coated with milk, more plain biscuit sticks (all the more better to taste the chocolate with), chocolate marshmallows, and bananas.
I need to find another word than sweet.
And not to mention more, um, exotic? words to describe everything. Like, err, sweet, juicy strawberries that taste even better than lips, and ... squirt its juices all in your mouth. It's just so ....
Yuck.
Sounds so perverted. You know. Heee.
Everything coated with the chocolate was dipped into a bowl of ice water. To harden the chocolate, I think. Make it easier to eat as it won't drip as much, and dirty all your gorgeous new year clothes which is exactly what the stupid chocolate did to me.
Great. I love this picture. You know why??
I feel so happy to see someone else besides me who's wolfing down the food. But then, she's skinny. But who cares. At least I eat with more .... you know, poise?? Hah. And I eat with ... grace. Yes. That's me. Graceful, poised girl that always maintain her cool.
*splutters*
WHAT???!?!?
Ignore me. Please, ignore me.
I think I love strawberries as well as mushrooms.
Sweet ones anyway.
I remember how I used to love strawberries so much when I was young. I even own an email calling myself Strawberry Girl.
Aherm.
Okay. Stop trying to hide that you once had an email like ... Hello Kitty?? Cute Angel?? I Love You?? Surely you did?? When you were around 10 years old? Probably.
But then I changed my email because Strawberry Girl just sounds so childish. Ha ha. Can't blame it on me because I did that email while I was still innocent and stupid (though still graceful and poised, yes :P), while I was still in Primary School.
Reminds me of Cadburys, don't you think??
Lousy fireworks. How boring.
I remember once when I was younger, my cousin brought expensive fireworks to our house. Illegal ones, duh. Even the normal Dino Eggs or whatever you call them are illegal. Aren't they??
Well, I was stupid then. Never bothered to even take a photo. But then, I don't think the photos will turn out nice, because we were practically under the fireworks. And I was busy stuffing my fingers into my ears because it was so loud.
*sigh*
I should have appreciated that moment.
Cam-whored with Ee Leng using her pink Sony VAIO laptop. I want!!! ):
Why, why is it that my sister is lucky enough to get a handphone AND a laptop and I got neither??!?
*sniff*
Although I am the only one using the camera it still isn't mine. I don't care. I'm asking my mother to buy me something. I don't care which.
Actually I just asked her. I said that I don't really need a handphone except for emergencies and I like handphones for their cameras only anyway, so why not get a camera?? But then, what if suddenly got emergency?? Then my mother said. Why will there be any emergencies?? You stay at home every day and you can't take your phone to school. What's the point??
Fuck.
I wish I was kidnapped just to show her that emergencies WILL happen some time. How can she say that nothing will happen?? Who knows?? It's not the same as the eighties or zero-ties anymore. People are getting crazier and crazier.
I told you there was a Frenchman in my house.
It's fucking creepy, but I have to say it again : His resemblance to Doctor Lecter in the movie Silence of the Lambs is scaring me out of my mind.
Thank God he was just visiting, and was staying at some other place.
A cute box of yummy French Chocolates.
(At least I didn't use sweet anymore)
Well. I guess this was how my second day of Chinese New Year passed.
Happy Chinese Valentines Day!!!!
* Go Back *
♥ craving chocolate kisses ..
7:12 PM
7:12 PM