*thump*

So my brother says I have a talent for writing stories. Yay. Funnily enough, the story was about him. Dying in a car crash. Ouch.

On another note,

i'm bored.

The Mysteries of Boyfriends and Girlfriends

Oh, girls love bitching about their girlfriend's boyfriends. Trust me, I should know. I DO bitch about a certain boyfriend of *a-hem*. But that's not the point. The point is, this peer pressure makes girls look for better men, which makes men become better men if they want girls, and thus begins the evolution of better [however way you see it] people.

You know the good girl/bad boy thing? And the opposites attract? That is a load of BS. Tell me, if you prefer good literature and arts, history, culture... Would you go for a man who smokes, wears torn leather jackets, hangs out in the slummiest places, does unimaginable things and rides a killer bike, does obscene hand gestures and does drugs illegal racing yada yada yada... WOULD YOU?

The answer is of course, NO. The idea is CRAP. Of course, there are always *stresses and makes funny voices* isolated cases, so don't pound me if I offend any one of you.

Oh, SJunn is an entirely different matter. 

YAP LI SHAN, I AM WARNING YOU.

STAY AWAY FROM HIM. FOR MY HAPPINESS. [snitched this line from Eragon. Man, I lurve that book]

New Blog!

New blog alert! It's called MoBlogging. No, the blog is called Mostly Junk but I use MoBlog. Mobile blogging. Geddit?

Anyway, it contains mostly pictures and those little things in life that means so much. Drop by when there's time... ^^

click [^8^] to go!

The Hell?

I hate crowded shopping centers. I hate very, very extremely crowded shopping centers. 

Take, for instance, Low Yat. WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY BLASTING THE ****ING SPEAKERS THAT LOUD?!?!?! And just imagine all the people, the sweat, the germs, the manifestations of unknown things all floating around... Eew, eew and MORE eew!!!

Then Sungai Wang. STOP FLASHING BRIGHT LIGHTS AT ME AND I AM NOT FAT! Hell, stuffing weight-loss flyers into my hands, they're destroy both the trees and my self-confidence. They're crazy, I tell you. And must they put all the flashy shiny handphone keychains all over??? PUH-LEASE. I get in there and get a headache instantly. AND THE PLACE STINKS OF SMOKE. CIGARETTE SMOKE. *koff koff* Please don't smoke indoors. *koff koff* They can't read. That's why they went to Sungai Wang in the first place. A cheap place. [A sincere apology to all those die-hard SW fans out there, but this is how I see SW]

Mid Valley is losing out real fast man. The place is CRAWLING with Indians and Malays. You know why I hate Malays? Because THEY THINK THE F*CKING RULE THE WORLD. They spit in your face and don't say sorry. They're little  annoying bloody pieces of unworthy crap shit suckers "darlings" will start SCREAMING for no reason. Evil little things. Do you know a baby's scream is as loud as a rocket? That loud.

That was full of complaints. Yes, I feel like complaining today. I'm in a shitty mood. 

GRAWL

So you had a bad day...

Is it just me, or do I have a tendency to reply things with songs/lyrics?

I think it's just me.

So, what do you do when you're at McD's and there's this really cool exhibition on the street across?

Stop and stare... you start to wonder why you're here not there....

I... am a question to the world...

Not an answer to be heard...

*

You don't know me,

And I'll never be what you want me to be.

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day....