Good fucking gawd. I am bitching so much in thought i might as well write it. I’m playing on friendster –
Number one, how the fucK can people write such awfully long testimonials?! You know, the ones that take up your entire screen when you view it. That is, IF you can view the whole thing on screen without scrolling! Anyhow, i think the testimonial thing is BULLCRAP. of COURSE people are gonna say nice things about you on testimonials! And. If it did sucK like ASS, you wouldn’t dare approve it would you? NOW WOULD YOU. Plus, i read testis on people i actually *know* and goddamn it’s so misleading! I’m not saying i’m utter perfection, heck, if you wrote i won Miss Malaysia Petite i would approve it too!
Number two. The thing that sparked me to write this is cos i physically and actually GAGGED (yes i even made a sound) reading a stupid testimonial cum love letter from this guy to this girl (i kinda dislike, but that’s besides the point). It includes words like hugglez (i know right, WTF), mostest from my heart, hunni, gazillion trillion million, and something similar to ‘i’ll save you from everything’.
omfg.
If i could say ‘GET A ROOM GODDAMMIT’. I would. But it’s friendster. Plus they have countless grammar and spelling errors which are prollie intentional so that it will ‘supposedly’ sound cuter. *GAG*
This is my birthday tattoo. Initially i wanted something on my neck. But than, it would clash with my beautiful fairies. So it’s on my ankle instead and i’m loving it *hurrah*
Smart me wanted it lower on my ankle cos i figure it’s sexier. High ankle tattoos are just like high up-your-ass carrot jeans. Very no. Eddie did this one. When it was almost done, Walter said ‘wow. not pain ar, do so low?’ Oh daymn, i didn’t know it was more painful the lower it was! But i would’ve still done it anyway. Even though it felt like someone scraping the flesh off my ankle with a butterfly knife… It’s absolutely true what they say that the pain is addictive. I love the feeling… in a non-masochistic sorta way.
Rudy went with me to get it. Oh, how patient he was… we were there for almost 3 hours. And. He paid for half of it as my 21st Bday Pressie from him. How’s that for a present i will always stare at/keep/enjoy *happy grin* Thank you RUDY!!! Btw, Rudy is shortform for his name which is so cool… but ack i won’t write it here lest he doesn’t fancy it being advertised.
My tattoo is so goddamn itchy now. I can’t scratch it. So i just sorta erm thump at it… Yowzaaa…
Pie Day Pie – 1. A baked food composed of a pastry shell filled with fruit, meat, cheese, or other ingredients, and usually covered with a pastry crust.
Today was Pie Day. Pie Day is Mary’s idea. On Pie Day, we are all supposed to bake pies, bring the pies, and have a pie party. What *really* happened was that everyone *bought* pies, brought the pies and had a pie party.
Yes. We had chicken pies, spicy chicken cornish pies, and chicken cornish pies. Yes. There *is* a difference.
Writing about Pie Day is making me feel awfully corny and whack somehow. Like i’m not whack enough as it is. As someone says.
I’ve been absolutely out-of-home since friday, hence my lack in updates. Heh.
The Kent thingamajig in Bukit Tinggi was as total letdown. Music-wise anyhow. Everything else was great – location, friends, weather, jokes, eveRYTHING.
It was the music goddammit. Everyone was just waiting and waiitiinnggg for it to get harder so we could really dance it out. No. Everytime i would think, ‘ok ok… it’s almost 2am it HAS to get harder soon’ No. Than ‘ok ok it’s already 4…’ NO.
There was singing and shite during the performace. I guess they just didn’t know what kl-ians like to party to… Honestly. The only reason we danced now and than was just to fucking layan cos we were already there.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, i thought it was all very Faithless-like. But. They. Are. Not. Faithless.
Comments heard concerning it:- “What the fuck. They think it’s a karoake session is it. Drive all the way here for karaoke session?!” “Wow. Kent Unplugged, friend.” “Waste of time and money and petrol wei. Next time got invite don’t wanna go edi.” “The music sucks. I paid for a hotel room and i’m going to have a great sleep if not party dammit.” (proceeds to hide under bedcovers)
Well, despite all that i still stayed on till 6 when it finished. Just to socialise and run around, i guess.
In the hotel room, Stan made Mary and i moan in bed. Literally.
With his mind-numbing massages. nyahaha… whaT were you thinking.
I got a massive migraine from sun morn till mon evening. omfg. I didn’t even feel like watching SexATC cos of it. Wow, that *is* something.
I was being a real bratty princess today cos of my migraine and made sure all my meals were exactly how i wanted them to be (ie extra yoshinoya gravy, extra choc on my sundae). But then i was thinking… MARY’s the real spoilt princess when it comes to brattiness. And somehow, we all still layan her anyway. Guess looking like you’re 6-years-old helps *grins affectionately*
