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Welcome to the Club [Monday the 1st ] [ mood | dirty ] [ music | Chris Botti - The Look of Love ] In the past one or two weeks alone (fine, two) that’s passed since I last updated my blog, I had high expectations, got those hopes screwed (simply by circumstance, not my fault), been on hormonal frenzies by losing my apetite, getting it back and having cravings like a pregnant woman, reached a whole new level of self awareness, which includes fully understanding what a devilish charlatan I really am. Most importantly noticeably, I’ve realised how much I’ve changed. Now I know people always say you grow more into yourself as you grow older (actually, Oprah says that), and once you graduate high school you step into this whole new dimension of being ‘you’ (Oh god, am I really saying all of this?). I saw a rerun of Spiderman on AXN the other day, there was one part where Uncle Ben tells Peter (not verbatim), “This is the time in your life that will determine what kind of man you will be in the future”. Holy cow, is that’s true, I’ve had some pretty big revelations. And holy cow, what a person I’m gonna be. I’ve only gotten “You’ve changed a lot” once from people I used to go to school with and haven’t seen in years, but I sense that I have changed drastically in a short period of time, simply through the way people now interact with me, and the way I consciously think. If you know me at all, you’ll know this is not a ‘wallflower turns into the belle’ case at all, I’ve always been, well, the belle. Or one of them. I could go into the specifics of what’s changed, but hey, why the hassle? Changes I’m grateful for? I feel more empowered. In other words, I’m more sure of what strengths I have and I’m getting stronger ideas of how to use it to benefit me. And kiddies, I’m not talking about ‘doing law because I debate well’. A lot of what I feel are my strengths I’m going to keep experimenting with and playing on, and I’m sure it’s going to completely change the way I live my life and have relationships with people. It’s going to become a more integral part of me and the way I look at myself, but hey, I’m 17, I’m allowed to still ‘be getting there’. I’m also now comfortable with the fact I will never be the ‘nice’ one. It doesn’t mean I’ll be the cruel one. It means I’ve found a dynamic balance between really caring and faking empathy (which gets harder every day). Or just not giving a fuck. On a personal update, I got the wish that I made on the 8th of December 2006 granted. I wanted to meet new people and make new friends. And boy have I. It’s good and refreshing. The fact that I relate more to people elder to me is more prevalent now than ever. Have a good year, whatever good means to you. If you’re 17 and still full of drama, stay a way from me. I lost that bug when I was 14. If you’re 21 and living the life of your dreams complete with elating successes and bone crushing defeats, know that I want your life. If you’re 20-something and obsessed with me, you should know the truth is I think you’re just a piece of meat. If you’re 40 and feeling a little less pathetic, you’re finally worth the plot of land that you stand on. If you’re still a little lost, and a little sure, but not quite there yet, join hands and start praying that you’re not the one telling the cripple in front to hurry up and Satan to get back in line. Happy New Year. 0 + think they are better liars + +

Get behind me Satan [Sunday the 17th ] [ mood | tired ] I was honest, I swear. Well, as honest as a charlatan could be. 0 + think they are better liars + +

The List of Rebellion [Tuesday the 7th ] [ mood | optimistic ] [ music | Tiara Jacquelina - Asmaradana ] This is just so I can keep track of the things I want to do after my examinations and not forget them. Not all of them are necessarily 'rebellious', it's just fun to call my list that. :) Hence, The List of Rebellion 1. Get my hair done the way I want it. Not the way my mother wants it. But she has to pay. 2. Get that streak of purple in my hair I've always wanted. 3. Paint my nails black again. 4. Try to go for dance lessons. (I say try because my priorities might change) 5. Get the nose piercing I want. And get some really funky studs & rings. 6. Get another ear piercing. 7. Find out if any professional tattoo artist (I'm a little young to die of infections) will tattoo a 17 year old. 8. Inject some punk into my wardrobe, like I've always wanted to. I'm sure though when my hair is purple, my nails are black and I'm pierced beyond my earlobes I'm halfway there already. 9. Get serious again with my art. My graphics tablet lies abandoned in its box. 10. Shop. And then shop some more. But not go broke. 11. Figure out some way to have more money so I can survive the holidays. I'm going to have to tell my mother to finally withdraw some cash for me out of my account. The parents have so far refused to pay me any allowance during holidays. Not sure if it is going to persist after I graduate high school. 12. Fly over to Hollywood and give jake Gyllenhaal a fucking of his lifetime 12. Buy more books. start reading again. 13. Find out what's up at the Petronas gallery. 14. Visit the Petronas Gallery and remember the good ol' days. Stop by at the resource centre and ogle. 15. Join scanlation groups. That should keep me busy, at least for a while after the exams. I'm not taking any chances. The time between high school and working life is the age of rebellion. I need to get this stuff out of my system when I still have an excuse to make stupid adult decisions. Until then, there won't be many updates, SPM is 2 weeks away. So, in short, see you all no the other side. 0 + think they are better liars + +

A story magnificiently told [Tuesday the 24th ] [ mood | distressed ] [ music | Project Runway Theme - Breathe On Me ] In light of recent bullshit political/racial (it's about the same, really) drama, namely this :The Takaful Malaysia circular this :The Proudly Racist Malaysian and also the almost overpowering need to leave this nation, all it's discriminatory bullshit and the sham of democracy, to seek my future living my passion and travelling the world; perhaps even returning to the US and Nashville where I grew up, the underlying fact being that all those things will happen, just because, just because the things I want for my life will happen, I bring you an excerpt: "I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that right now. I feel that as long the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable : I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again." - Frodo Baggins, Fellowship of the Ring (Lord of The Rings, J.R.R Tolkein) Yeah, so Frodo's a fictional character. But fiction, no matter to what mind bending, boundary crossing extents, has it's however outlandish roots firmly planted in the realities. Frodo did say that. And then he went and fucking saved the world. 0 + think they are better liars + +

Because meme's are for retards [Monday the 23rd ] [ mood | crappy ] [ music | Depeche Mode - Pain I'm Used To ] You Are Barney You could have been an intellectual leader... Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem." The Simpsons Personality Test You Are 76% Evil You are very evil. And you're too evil to care. Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot. How Evil Are You? You Are 80% Sociopath The good news is that you're devastatingly charming. The bad news? You mostly use those charms for evil! Are You A Sociopath? You're Totally Sarcastic You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad. How Sarcastic Are You? You Are 68% Abnormal You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul. You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at high risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is very likely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. How Abnormal Are You? American Cities That Best Fit You:: 70% New York City 65% Chicago 60% Philadelphia 55% Boston 55% Los Angeles Which American Cities Best Fit You? Dark Purple To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody. In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think. And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends. You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that. What Color Purple Are You? You Belong in Soho Although you may not be a professional artist, you do dabble in one form of art or another. And you indie culture of all kinds - from little botiques to art house films. Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live? You Are As Cool As They Come Rational and relaxed, no one could accuse you of being dramatic. You roll with the punches, and nothing ever gets you too worked up. You are able to maintain perspective and see the big picture. And even if you're emotional inside, you don't let it show. You're great at keeping it together, and you're rewarded for that. People see you as an ideal friend, employee, and partner. Are You a Drama Queen (or King)? You Are the Very Gay Tinky Winky! Purple with a gay pride symbol... how could he not be gay? And that red purse is divalicious! What Gay Childhood Icon Are You? Your Deadly Sins Greed: 80% Sloth: 80% Wrath: 80% Gluttony: 60% Envy: 40% Lust: 40% Pride: 20% Chance You'll Go to Hell: 57% You'll die in a castle, surrounded by servants. How Sinful Are You? You're a Wild Drunk You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again! What Kind of Drunk Are You? You Are 76% Open Minded You are so open minded that your brain may have fallen out! Well, not really. But you may be confused on where you stand. You don't have a judgemental bone in your body, and you're very accepting. You enjoy the best of every life philosophy, even if you sometimes contradict yourself. How Open Minded Are You? You Are Cyclops Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause. You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them. Power: force beams from your eyes Which of the X-Men Are You? I like the kill people by looking at them bit. I answered these as honestly as I could, I swear. 0 + think they are better liars + +

A little less blithering idiot [Saturday the 21st ] [ mood | pissed off ] [ music | Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit! ] Because I am in such a festive mood today, I’ve decided to write my own version of ‘The Stuff I Hate List” which so many other angsty bloggers seem to love writing essays on. Why do this at all, you may ask, seeing that I don’t believe in excess drama. A lot of that which I abhor is due to simple factors of common sense, and maybe someone who reads this will think a little more before they decide to piss me off behave in less that excusable ways. My Things That Irk Me list is complete with a Loathe-o-meter which ranges from 1 to 10, 1 being the little things in life that make me want to pimp slap the perpetrator after repeated offences and 10 being the I-want-to-blow-you-up-in-maniacal-glee-and-drag-your-sorry-ass-to-the-most-wretched-levels-of-eternal-purgatory-with-me-when-I-go kind of frustration. Feel free to comment and disagree with me. Let’s begin. The highest level of retardation in chatspeak Loathe-o-Meter rating : This one get’s a blood boiling 8 Ok, before anyone gets their panties in a knot, do note that I wrote ‘highest level of retardation’. I am a Grammar Nazi, I admit that. And hating chatspeak has seriously become some kind of fad among the purportedly elite group of the speakers of the English Language. It’s the in thing to diss the imbeciles that type by smashing their foreheads onto their keyboards. That’s not my thing. I’m usually fine with chatspeak. Sometimes, if I’m tired or lazy I use it myself during IM conversations, but never anywhere else, even in text messages. What I don’t get is the use of numbers, different letters and symbols as substitutes for the letter themselves. Let me demonstrate. Usual chatspeak : hey, wats up? I didnt see u in school 2day. Were you sikc or summat? * note the deliberate typo Highest level of retardation : gO$h, d1d u c M3G@n 2DaY? she l00K3d l3ik such RETAAARRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDD !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Note the exaggerated use of punctuation and inappropriately placed symbols. Usual chatspeak is natural to a lot of people, it uses the application of the basic letters and numbers, simply using shorter forms of words to convey some message. I typed the first sentence in a few seconds. Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but it took me really long to type the second one. I had to consciously remind myself to use uppercase on alternate letters, use a 3 instead of e, an @ instead of a and so on. What I want to know is how the hell do normal human beings with fully functional brains type out paragraphs after paragraphs of blog entries and Friendster profiles/testimonials like that without slipping up and using the alphabets correctly at any point? I mean, seriously! It took me five fucking minutes to type that thing out! My finger was see-sawing in the bloody Shift Key and I typed at the speed of a chimpanzee on crack. But why do it in the first place, if it takes more time? It’s harder to read AnD Sp3lLing L1k3 d@t isn’t even attractive, it doesn’t make you cool, or substitute your lack of knowledge on how to use simple CSS/HTML, it doesn’t jazz up you page like OmG like Sh1t Woah LolooLOLOLollOLoloOLOLO!!!!, why do it people, why do it?! Why does a large fraction of the Internet using population have to be such an insult to the human race? This doesn’t mean I condone any form of chatspeak. But some forms of it are marginally more bearable than the others. If I were to go Hitler on everybody who uses chatspeak, I’d also have to start condemning abbreviations, shorthand, acronyms and binary code. I’m not going to take them step yet and grow a toothbrush moustache. But if you feel the compulsion to abuse your keyboard, sooner or later someone is going to have to rip out your number keys and Capslock. All you’ll have left then is the Numpad. You’ll only have yourselves to blame then and should probably just crawl back into your mother’s birth canal before she shrivels up inside. Hating Stuff Because You Think It Is ‘so emo’ Loathe-o-Meter rating : This one gets a bitch-slapping 9 More than often I feel embarrassed being classified as a ‘teenager’. Even the word makes me shudder. I stepped from the pink frill filled world of tween-hood into the angst/drama-filled world of teen-dom. Things are supposed to get better as you age, apparently, the labels don’t. How often do you hear ‘’Jeez, that’s so emo...”. How often do people claim to hate something because it’s angst-ridden when they are woe-making machines themselves? How often? For me, its more times than Dr. Christian Troy has banged a hot piece of ass and dumped it afterwards. And thats a lot of times. Let me clear this up incase anyone is still in the dark. It isn’t ‘cool’ to hate something because you think it is so ‘emo’. It isn’t cool to diss bands like My Chemical Romance and Good Charlotte/Simple Plan because they’re so ‘teenage-y’ and angsty and stupid. Doing all that only make you emo. Don’t fret monkeys, I’m not a crazy fan girl madly obsessed with the bands mentioned above. I don’t listen to Good Charlotte, I listen to the occasional McR and I depise Simple Plan simply because they make crappy music. But not because they’re ‘emo’. Calling something ‘emo’ and hating it for that doesn’t make you seem mature you nitwits. Nor will it actually make you seem halfway intelligent. When your friend mentions that she’d/he’d die to get tickets to see Simple Plan, saying ‘’God, you mean you actually listen to them? They’re so emo. They’re not even real punk rock” will not make you seem like you read anything other than the Shopaholic series, know what a Rembrandt is, quote Nietzsche on a regular basis, and be able to point out Trinidad and Tobago on a world map. It doesn’t make you look as though you’re so cool because your taste is so indie, you’re saving dozens of starving African children because you bothered to watch Live 8 and you’re informed on world affairs because you briefly saw a Bob Geldof interview on MTV last week. It doesn’t. Just because. You aren’t elevated to a higher status when you condemn the likings of those around you as ‘emo’. Let me tell you something you woe buckets, everything is emo, because everything is emotional regardless of how ‘emo’ is interpreted differently from emotional. Ever heard of Richard Marx, or Sir Elton-freaking-John? They made music so cheesy, so sappy, so ‘emo’ that it became instant, legendary hits and turned themselves into absolute superstars and mind-blowingly rich motherfuckers. Human beings are ‘emo’, if not, we might as well streak around nude and sniff each others butts like dogs do. Has your dog been ‘emo’ lately? No? Since you hate ‘emo’ so much, why not just be a dog? Jackasses. Hating drama in everyday life and hating ‘emo’ are two different things. Hating drama makes you a little less of a hormone-controlled teenaged angst bucket. Hating ‘emo’ is like calling your mother a whore to her face. Pretending to be culturally/socially/politically aware Loathe-o-Meter rating : This one gets a mighty 10 I recently came across a survey on a group of blogs that contained questions which the blogger answered, basic things like name, age, height, favourite foods and variations of that. There was also a question towards the end which was ‘What do you think about George Bush?’. The group of blogs I saw all belonged to retards and ditzes. And most answered ‘is an idiot. DOT.” or some thing to that degree. Now, I know for a skin-stinging fact, that none of those ditzes actually knew anything about George Bush, his administration or his foreign policies. They are just like ‘OMG, he l3Ik stArted The iRaQ war ok....IDIOt MATHAfackaaaaaaaq!’ . It’s the in thing now to hate George Bush and Americans. Apparently you don’t actually need a reason for it, you just do it to prove that inside that thick skull of yours, the wheels are actually turning. What I want to know is, how the hell did I not get that memo? I’m not claiming to have in depth knowledge on the details of Bush’s administration since the beginning of his term of presidency, I know a lot more than my peers do thanks to the newspapers, the internet and CNN, but I digress. The point here is, boys and girls, that spouting out yesterdays headlines and peppering your sentences with ‘OMG’ and ‘like’ does not make you look politically/socially/culturally aware. It doesn’t. It might provide conversation fodder for about 5 milliseconds, but after you’ve rehashed every headline for the past week, you are more likely to be talking about the newspapers paper quality than the actual contents. Doing the latter needs at minimum a sliver of intellect. So you don’t follow world affairs. So you don’t know the significance of the numbers 46664. So you don’t really understand why Isreal attacked Lebanon. So what? Be proud that you’re an ignoramus! It’s your choice after all. Don’t pretend to know more than you do, because although you think it makes you look smart, it really doesn’t. What it makes you look like is a blithering idiot, and if you are even considering blabbering about the Cold War and the fall of the Third Reich when you think Russia is next to the America’s, the fact that you are indeed a blithering idiot should be already well known. No need for attention whoring. We know you’re a fool. Thank our intuition. I don’t believe I can go on ranting more. This is enough for one sitting, my knuckles are starting to hurt. May your holidays be filled with illegal fireworks and whiskey from a plastic bottle. I’m going to go puncture my eyeballs with almond slivers. Ta. 2 + think they are better liars + +

Coversations With [Friday the 20th ] [ mood | thankful ] [ music | Texas - Say What You Want ] I don’t remember turning on the option myself, but it appears to be that my MSN Messenger conversations are being logged and have been logged since the month of March 2006. The appropriately named ‘My Chat Logs’ folder is planted among many other files/folders in my My Documents folder, and after some perusal of the files it contains, I have decided to bring you a post entitled ‘Conversations With’, which documents excerpts of instant messaging conversations with some acquaintances of mine. Do note that some names/links/genders have been changed in order to protect myself and the person I have conversed with, and are bolded actually I couldn’t care less, but the other parties in the conversation might. Timestamps have been removed to ease reading. Some conversations have been edited for clarity. All typos and emoticons are real. Prepare yourselves. :) Conversations With My cousin sister, Kavi, is one of my closest friends. She is a year elder to me, and goes to Taylors College but we don’t treat each other as if there is an age difference. Her mental retardations cannot be put into words, and neither can mine. We bitch, we moan, we laugh. And swear a lot. These recollections of our conversations is dedicated to Kavi, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACHA! Lali: Thanks dei, for the camera Kavi (f): no prob..can I burn them for you later? Lali: Don't worry about it Lali: The muthafuckas in my class keep bothering me to send them the pics, but ah, thats why they're muthafuckas Lali: Take as much time as you need my sweet lovechild Kavi (f): whats with the suddden love dei.. haha Kavi (f): omg today at taylors it rained like tsunami.. Kavi (f): branches were breaking Kavi (f): one of my friends said when he was in the car on th way home , ice cubes were dropping frm the sky.. Lali: That's hail! We have hail in Malaysia? :S Kavi (f): i oso dunno...what the hail is..hail * Lali has changed his/her personal message to Welcome To The Suck. Lali: Oh, hail is when little bits of ice rain down, kinda like snow but harder la, it can cause a lot of damage and is painful kalau terkena muka ke tangan ke kaki ke... Kavi (f): oh..terkena bola lagi sakit.. Lali: HAHHAHAH! Eh, bola apa? You jangan dirty minded you.... ---------- As we were talking about her SPM results... Kavi (f): i wonder how in the fuckaroo did i get A1 for BM.. Kavi (f): most of my friends got B for bm... Lali: because you're so fucking smart.......haha, love that word, fuckaroo Kavi (f): hahaha!! fuckaroo.. Lali: hey, brb, lemme go watch some porn first Kavi (f): yuck.. Kavi (f): i mean... YOU GO GIRL! Lali: Back! Lali: I'm all refreshed now Kavi (f): so...feeling all porny-fied? Lali: Yup yup ---------- On Rockstar INXS and the winner, JD Fortune Lali: But towards the end, after JD sang Pretty Vegas and Mystify, I lfell senselessly in love with him Kavi (f) - m: i didnt liked the way JD would bend down and sing in a "I AM CONSTIPATED" pose...and he always had his shirt opened at the botttom.. not very sexy.. Lali: I think it is teh sexy :P. But to be fair, when the show was going on and after he won, i still didnt like him much Lali: The fella is poor la, dont have money to buy button, pity him Lali: We must be compassionate Kavi (f) - m: hes got abs babeh! Kavi (f) - m: no..he doesnt have money to buy toilets..thsts why he practises constipational poses on stage Lali: Hha, don't be mean la dei, but i've been browsing around, and does highly sexualized performances on stage Lali: There is one performance he is performing 'taste it' and is pretending the mike stand is a woman and is masturbating it Kavi (f) - m: he probably didnt have money to buy a dildo Lali: EWWW!!!! Lali: More like a blow up doll Lali: But he really is one of those insane rocker Lali: *rockers Kavi (f) - m: yea but hes hot.. babeh Lali: Unfuckingbelievably ---------- On a lecturer Kavi - (f): i think shes lonely..cuz her husband works overseas Lali: AHAHHAHA, she's probably never 'getting some' la,not lonely Kavi - (f): damn.. i should have bought her a super-vibrating-dildo for teachers day!! but i bought her a carnation flower instead.. how sad..nvm la..the stem of the flower shud satisfy her..better than Bob’s la.. gosh Lali: Yeah la, he's probably as long and thick as those pathetic short stubby 2B pencils our parents are always saying they had to use when they were kids because they were too poor Kavi - (f): hahahahahhaa!! ---------- On studying Lali: Haiih...I should be studying, but I can't bring myself to do it Kavi - (f): Go study Kavi - (f): im having the same problem... i keep sitting at the bloody table...and then thinking "nola , i'll study in 15 mins" Lali: Same here ahhahahahaha Kavi - (f): brb..gonna TRY studying Lali: k Kavi - (f): if i message u in the next 5 mins ,it means my plans failed miserably Lali: Then just go offline la Kavi - (f): nola.. im doing bio reserach while studyin [10:10:28 PM] Lali: oh k *note the time stamps on the two messages* [10:22:59 PM] - Kavi - (f): im back Kavi - (f): cant study la shit Lali: Ah, yes Lali: I never left ---------- How we usually begin conversations Lali: ARE YOU THERE YOU FOOL! Kavi - (f): yes fool Lali: You foolish child, where have you been Kavi - (f): ive been busy ,my foolish cousin Kavi - (f): omg we had bio presentation today Kavi - (f): like fark oni Kavi - (f): i was talkin to ron.... Lali: Like fark! HAHAHHAHAHGAHAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHH ---------- How we usually end conversations Kavi - (f): Hey hav u been watching the worldcup Kavi - (f): / Lali: Nope Lali: woi!!!lu babi Lali: LU BABI Lali: SAYA KATA LU BABI Lali: SAYA MAU DUIT LA BABI Lali: la bamba (wiggles* Kavi - (f): apa la babi kacau sangat Kavi - (f): hey i gtg Lali: k Lali: bye Lali: sorry la, i gila sikit ---------- On Orlando Bloom Lali: Oh, ok never mind. Do you think orlando bloom is a priss? Kavi - (f): whats a [prsss Lali: a pansy Kavi - (f): whats a pansy Lali: HAHAHA. uhh, a pretty boy la dei Kavi - (f): ohh yes Kavi - (f): he is a pretty,hot and sexy boy Kavi - (f): HAHAHA ok la.. errm.. Kavi - (f): yes he is a pretty boy Kavi - (f): if he had boobs he Kavi - (f): he would be a pretty booby guy Lali: *dies* ---------- Bits and pieces of the conversation about the girl who ripped off my event blog. Do note that Kavi has changed her nickname to -vi- - vi - (F): i think she has a cucumber up her vagina Lali - Pleas: She's a friggin retard thats so proud she is tall Lali - Pleas: go and see her blog *I was referring to her personal blog and die of laughter - vi - (F): im in it now - vi - (F): wait, not dying yet Lali - Pleas: Hahah, You know, even now, the new blog she created, she still copied most of my FAQ - vi - (F): oh wow... i dont give a fuck if she masturbates in reference to the contents of the blog - vi - (F): she prolly ripped your blog cos she had no time to create one herself.. too busy masturbating Lali - Pleas: Yeah! Lali - Pleas: And in the beginning she says Because of some unprofessionalism by some people, I have to write a post for SMK Bandar Sri Damansara (2)'s Prom Night, A Night To Remember. t [09:52:19 PM] Lali - Pleas: You HAVE to write? Aww, poor thing, [09:52:27 PM] Lali - Pleas: Does your brain hurt? [09:53:20 PM] - vi - (F): when she was nine, she said fuck you.. *Still in reference to the blog contents well if we were all still nine, i would say FUCK YOU NYAMA CHIBAI SOHAI TIUUUUU - vi - (F): and then they would escort me to africa for masturbation workshops [09:53:41 PM] Lali - Pleas: HAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH * Lali - Pleas: And I know she has no brains, she talked like a ditz when i spoke to her vi - (F): no brains? i think she got no cibai Lali - Pleas: we were supposed to do prom together, but the cunt took too lobng - vi - (F): oh wait wait... is this the girl that planned the whole prom with u and then bailed out last minute? Lali - Pleas: No, thats diff, read my last message - vi - (F): ohh.. ala cunts always take forever Lali - Pleas: Eh, even her own friends are spamming and compalining int the tagboard, mwahah - vi - (F): errm... i know.. i will pretend to be one of her friends and spam her cunt! WOOHOOO MAMA - vi - (F): SPAMMING, HERE I COME Lali - Pleas: HAHHAHAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAA * - vi - (F): nono, i'll bang her at the other website.. Lali - Pleas: which website? Lali - Pleas: I can' type properly because i'm lauhging too hard at the same time Lali - Pleas: even her own people banging her, we summorela bang - vi - (F): YEALA - vi - (F): we are the BANGING MACHAS ! - vi - (F): banger machas Lali - Pleas:HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAA Lali - Pleas: OMG, mynew nicksnamesa, eh i'm gonna go change mymsn name wait - vi - (F): banger machas have come to spam cunt's chatroom - vi - (F): nicksnamesa? is that your new philipino name? * Lali - has changed her personal message - Proud member of the Banger Machas Lali - Pleas: I mean, I changed my personal message and added banger machas in there Lali - Pleas: anyway, where are you spamming? - vi - (F): FUYO OKA OKAAAYYYYY Lali - Pleas: haaaaaahaha Lali - Pleas: anyway, where are you spamming? - vi - (F) has changed his/her personal message to banger macha! lali, i love you, MACHA! - vi - (F): ive changed my quote too Lali- Pleas: yay, you changed it too! Lali - Pleas: eh, faster tell me where you are spaming - vi - (F): omg shes butt ugly wei..theres a pic of her..she looks worse than chingyee's pubic hair - vi - (F): OMFGG LALI !! LALI WAWWI MACHA! * Lali - Pleas: again, i profess my undying love to you - vi - (F): omg she is fucking ugly Lali - Pleas: YE S I KNOW - vi - (F): fucking ugly - vi - (F): seriously - vi - (F): worse than miss zaleha *A teacher in my school - vi - (F): ok maybe not but..you get the point * Lali - Pleas: Eh, notice how she thinks she is such a bitch? Lali - Pleas: Hello, you stupid cunt, I AM THE BITCH ---------- Jess has been a good friend of mine for many years. In the beginning we seemed like an odd pair, but in truth we share so many similarities and have a lot of fun together. She’s also my regular hang-out buddy. A lot of our conversations didn’t seem very outrageous at the time, but on retrospect... On doing research before our debate competition Lali: Any idea what to research? -Jess-: thats y im online now -Jess-: last minute work haha -Jess-: go to ur statistics site thing n find Lali: Oh yah! Lali: Forgot bout that! Lali: Lol -Jess-: ooh... i found stuff on elder self neglect... Lali: Or just call my dad and ask 'can i have some statistics on old people'? -Jess-: ya do that Lali: -_- ......that was a ajoke -Jess-: he may know something -Jess-: but not now la... maybe when he gets back -Jess-: find stuff on aussie-land and NZ old folks ---------- On an Editorial Board task and one of my annoying subordinates =*Jess*: u know she calls me crazy CHICKEN for some reason =*Jess*: no la... not that late Lali: Not that late meaning? 7? Lali: She's the one whose a stupid fool Lali: I can't believe you gave her my MSN =*Jess*: oo... she say send to her email yahoo.tonight she back at ten =*Jess*: she ASKED!!!! * Lali has changed his/her personal message to Ahh, the Internet. Good, clean, stupid fun. Lali: ohmy god, i have to email to that freak la, or maybe I'll upload it to flickr and ask her to go there -=*Jess*: yeah. haha u r so insulting Lali: Meheheh Lali: Ok, you'll be done downloading in not too long.The pictures AND the article are in there. Any problems,call some person named Lali, who I do not know and do not have the number of =*Jess*: lol okied Lali: Oh my god, she's always sending me retarded messages on Friendster =*Jess*: hahaha... u see her profile la. damn ridiculous ---------- On an idiotic classmate Lali: My, my, you are a cruel child indeed =*Jess*: u can poke fun at him without fear of retaliation yang mengganas Lali: Huh, what do you mean? =*Jess*: means u can poke fun as much as u like and all he will do is maybe keep quiet =*Jess*: nothing more =*Jess*: its annoying. i did it before... and then after some silence he look like going to cry =*Jess*: so i stopped Lali: poke fun? Lali: when, online, real life? Lali: HOW THE HELL DID I MISS THIS MOMENTOUS MOMENT? =*Jess*: rl =*Jess*: no la... it was during this practice because sometimes he like to insult ppls playing violin without feeling for them Lali: oh,ok =*Jess*: he can just say, 'hey i can play faster.'or ,'why is dat all wrong and out of tune' =*Jess*: like hes the best player in the world Lali: eh, you know sometimes out of nowhere he'll start moving his fingers, pretending toplay the violin =*Jess*: YES! YOU NOTICE TOO! IN EXAM! =*Jess*: its fine to play pretend piano on the table but 'air' violin looks ridiculous Lali: its so stupid, he'll be staring into space and hisfingers will be moving at a ridiculous speed Lali: today he evn pretended to bow! =*Jess*: omg... i wan to see! ---------- A conversation with my friend Chun Hoo that is worth a mention - gavin` - /: =) - gavin` - /: wtf - gavin` - /: u crazy ? - gavin` - /: too hyper ? - gavin` - /: eh start studying adi ? Lali - Ask m: Of course I've started studying - gavin` - /: every sentence u start with capital letters make u look like a bot to me - gavin` - /: lol Lali - Ask m: I have good capitalization, grammar, spelling and punctuation, is that wrong? - gavin` - /: nah - gavin` - /: its not wrong - gavin` - /: just tat i feel weird . lol not many ppl keng like u in my list - gavin` - /: lol Lali - Ask m: I was given the moniker 'Grammar Nazi' on another forum thing, I tend to correct others as well. Lali - Ask m: Keng? Lali - Ask m: Seeing you type like that makes my eyes itch by the way. - gavin` - /: u know those bots "Hi , my name is Michelle " "Pls visit my site at www.suckmypussy.com" - gavin` - /: rofl Lali - Ask m: Haha, very funny Lali - Ask m: its obvious you have experience - gavin` - /: nono , seriously - gavin` - /: im not saying u - gavin` - /: im saying the bots - gavin` - /: of coz =.= Lali - Ask m: I know what you mean Lali - Ask m: Its ok - gavin` - /: the fucking bots is so fucking annoying - gavin` - /: i enter mirc , 4-5 bots msg the same fuckup thing - gavin` - /: u dun reply also they continue - gavin` - /: wtf - gavin` - /: weeee - gavin` - /: fuck i havent eat my breakfast yet Lali - Ask m: Stupid, its 4.23 p.m and you want to eat breakfast - gavin` - /: ciao ciao . i go makan den study abit of bio , since all of u start studying adi - gavin` - /: what i mean is , my breakfast and lunch also havent makan =) - gavin` - /: jsut wake up to shit till now ---------- These are just random one or two-liner excerpts from different conversations * Kavi (f): lali seriously...he goes around saying "I’ve got mood swings.. im a Capricorn.. im hard on the outside but mushy on the inside..so dont get angry when I have mood swings" .OHH fuck you la.. dont use your CAPRICORN shitan excuse.. so what ? if im Libra and im born to be a stripper..does that mean i say "ohh no, im meant to be a stripper ebcause my star says so" * Lali: I wanna ride them both like a lubricated see-saw * Kavi - (f): can i just drop SAM and be a lesbian for life?ohh no.. i shud be stripper at Jalan ChowKit * Lali: What the fark is CPU? Central processing unit? Air batu cendol? * Lali: Its time to take out the trash Kavi - (f): okay...and exactly who do u categorize as trash.. Lali: The drama queens and bullshitters. And the people who think they're better liars than I am * - vi - (F): haha i thought of writing "this meowie will paw down your pussy" but errm.. too vulgar * - vi - (F): that guy is like a pengganas komunis.... * - vi - (F): but dun la send me testimonials with STOOPID TURTLE all... * -=*Jess*: i noticed that our class ppl are idiots when it comes to email adds * Lali: Oh god, i wish small cute Ronnard was next to me Lali: I want to beat the living crap out of him * Lali: On another note, i just sent Wilson this message :Ya lar you wan la hor, but then I ah hor, must wait wan mar for my cousin lar hor, her camera wan la, she must burn for me first hor * That’s about it for now, I believe. I’m sure there are a crapload more of conversations worth mentioning, but we’ll leave that for another day. Have a nice day people, and may you have many fruitless, gut busting IM conversations. Now fuck off. God Bless The Internet. 2 + think they are better liars + +

You can say what you want, but I won't change my mind [Tuesday the 17th ] [ mood | indescribable ] [ music | The Engine Room - A Perfect Lie ] There is an episode of nip/tuck, it’s episode 4 of season 4, if I’m not mistaken. At the very end of the episode, Sean McNamara walks into the nursery to see Julia, his wife, finally being able to breast feed their handicapped son, Connor, while their new man-nanny, Marlow (who is a midget) looks on contently. There is something about Sean’s character that I seem to relate to. Even though he’s this hotshot plastic surgeon in Miami with a dysfunctional family; a teenaged son who is a product of an adulterous affair between his wife and his best friend before he got married, a daughter that snipped off all the fingers on her dolls when she found out her baby brother was going to be handicapped and a wife that’s so fucked up that the only thing really worth mentioning about her is that she is taller than Sean. Did I mention the hallucinations about dead people bit? Or the psychotic nanny? Or the serial killer bestowed the moniker ‘The Carver’? Or the hash brownies? Or the dead guy in the Everglades? Anyway, I digress. I think Sean has this feeling(or might have the feeling but not know it yet), although it was never mentioned/addressed in the show, that when thing’s are good, they’re very superficial, very outer, and that there will never be any true peace in his life. Any well, grace even. It’s hard to explain, but imagine you’re at this carnival, and everyone is happy because its bustling with people, the cotton candy is the sweetest it’s ever been, the sun is shining, the colourful flag decorations are fluttering in the wind and you have this huge grin on your face. And you’re playing all the games, and riding all the rides and everyone is so damn friendly that you’re smiling at all the strangers and children are laughing and the sky is unbelievably blue it looks like a painting. As you stand there looking at the whole scene, and the giant ferris wheel, there is a burn in the pit of your stomach, it isn’t a feeling that overshadows your glee, it more like walks hand in hand. Its as if you can feel happy without feeling the exact same amount of despair. Because in your minds eye, even though the grin is plastered on your face, you can see the screws and bolts of that ferris wheel snapping off and all the people falling to their grisly deaths, you can sense the fires burning down the pretty coloured canopies and engulfing the little children as they run screaming in unbearable agony, you can smell the burning hair and skin of the smiling woman who is handing you your box of popcorn, you can see the entire thing just go down like hammered jello. Its not just bad, it’s the most macabre, gut wrenching, mind numbing kind of pure raging destruction you have ever seen, and even though it isn’t really happening, its happening in your head while you stand there grinning with the running children and the sun streaming down and the screams of glee. Its worse than actually seeing it happen, a million, no a trillion times worse. Because its stuck in your head, you imagine every lurid detail and it instils such severe, paralysing fear in you, the worst kind of fear, the fear of fear itself, the fear of despair. But really, outside, your just at a carnival smiling at some strangers. And eating popcorn. The fire rages even when you sleep. After Sean enters the nursery and sees Julia nursing Connor, he also sees the mural Marlow the nanny has painted on one of the walls. It’s a mural of Adam and Eve, holding an apple in between them, surrounded by lush greenery and wild animals, a mural that Julia and Sean were very sceptical to allow to be painted in their child’s nursery at the beginning. Sean, still high after the hash brownies, skews a perfect mother son moment by confronting Julia about her supposed anti-depressants prescription, which she brushes off. He looks from Julia to Marlow to the mural. “It’s beautiful”, he says, his eyes still watery and pupils dilate. “Like a perfect world before the fall”. 2 + think they are better liars + +

If you're Prada, I am Proenza Schouler bitch. [Wednesday the 4th ] [ mood | bitchy ] [ music | Tommy February - Lonely In Gorgeous ] Plagiarise > verb take (the work or idea of someone else) and pass it off as one’s own. - DERIVATIVES plagiarism > noun plagiarist > noun plagiariser > noun - ORIGIN from Latin plagiarius ‘kidnapper’, from Greek plagion ‘a kidnaping’. It’s interesting to see that the fact that I used the term ‘plagiarised’ for the atrocity that is well, the unoriginality of some, (click here and scroll down to Question 22, then all the way to the bottom, the last line) surprised even myself, seeing that on immediate hindsight it did not seem to be in the appropriate context. Truth of the matter, actually, is that my subconscious was speaking to me, and the detail that bothered me the most over the whole idea of ‘ripping off my hard work and toil’ was just that, direct from the meaning of ‘plagiarised’ itself, the idea of someone else. My idea. More specifically, my style. I am not arrogant enough to claim that I have the best command of English that is to be had, but those who know me (and my muse writing) know I take the art of writing extremely seriously. It doesn’t matter if it’s an exam essay, something I penned on a whim, an e-mail or even a post for an event blog, it drips of my sense of writing, my sense of style, my signature sentence constructs, my grammar, my impeccable spelling (plus typos I fix immediately upon discovery). If you’re someone who writes a lot, or alternatively, reads a lot, you’ll know what I mean. The girl who ripped me off stripped everything word by word, and that is where it poses a problem. First of, I remember seeing her personal blog ages ago (she linked me), and honestly, the girl writes like a Neanderthal. Neanderthals do not write well, incase you don’t know. They barely spell correctly. I may be a Grammar Nazi, but over time I loosened up the chains so that even if people made naive grammatical errors, at least they try, they don’t do it on purpose. Chat speak makes my eyes itch, but laziness and intentional short cuts and errors in documents of which you have the optimal time to prepare (including blogs, seeing that there is no deadline) make your mother want to shove a keyboard up her birth canal. Imagine a really bad chef steals this delicious cake from a really good chef and sells it. Never mind that the bad chef stole it, claimed it as his own and reaped profits from it. If the good chef really appreciates his/her craft, what will hurt most is the fact that cake was like a masterpiece, infused with a personalised secret recipe. That’s how I felt. A Neanderthal not only stole my ideas, it stole my style, my sass, my signature, a shred of my intelligence. And the poor stupid girl thinks its all about ‘competition’. It’s not, I can tell you, Scandalous ‘06 is a more exclusive event, it isn’t your everyday conformist prom, and its that way for a reason. I don’t need to compete with the bourgeois. Overall, I'm just over everything. Not that it even really bothered me in the first place, I'm too used to this kinds of things, other than that one menial detail. I couldn’t care if my FAQ or my info or whatever was stolen. If Miss-lo0K-@t-me-I-keN0t-sPe3L had just tweaked a little more like she has now on the new FAQ in her new event blog (which is still pretty much the same, copied close to exact from mine. If you'd like to compare, click on the Scandalous link below, scroll down to FAQ question number 22), there wouldn’t even be this problem. Go ahead and rip off four and a half hours worth of work. But don’t steal my sass, my style. Bow and weep at what professionalism really means. Don’t steal my English. Scandalous '06 - The Event of The Year is here. 5 + think they are better liars + +

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