No, it doesn't.
And so, ladies and gentlemen, this teaches us one thing, and one thing only:
HOMOSEXUALITY PREVAILS.
Hooray!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Embrace the Faggotry
And so, ladies and gentlemen, this teaches us one thing, and one thing only:
HOMOSEXUALITY PREVAILS.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
It's the WEEKEND.
Spent the previous weekend in Penang, home of my sweet grandmother and glorious, glorious food.
And I never knew domestic flights were that fun. :]
HOMEMADE AUTHENTIC PENANG PRAWN MEE, beat that.
Aahh, good food feeds my soul. *drools*
And then we journeyed to Gurney Plaza to get Ip Man tickets for the Sunday morning show. My mom likes to do things a day earlier.
In which I saw this hat
I wanted to buy the silver one (it looks damn awesome, okay?) but it was bordering on expensive (is 40++ considered expensive? I don't know much about hats, though I love them. xD) and my mom didn't really approve ("It makes you look like a wannabe singer. Why do you want to mempersiasuikan sendiri like that?") so I didn't. *sobs*
Then we went back and had wonderful food again. Christ it's no wonder I get fat every time I go back.
The next day we watched
which is, by the way, fully awesome and made of win. Pure, unadulterated win.
Of course, during the course of the movie I was kept on the edge of my seat. This scene
was breath-taking. Beautifully executed and not boring, at all. They had wonderful actors and Guy-In-The-Black-Shirt-Who's-Name-I-Don't-Know directed the fighting scenes.
The table splitting in half was crazy and made me melt. Into the seat. :D
The second half, like the first movie, dealed with the brash and harsh attitude White Niggers (or Japanese, in the case of the first movie) had against the Chinese. It actually made me rather happy to see Ip Man punching THEEE TWISTEEEEEERR's (Really? Twister? Who came up with that name, your mom?) face in. Yes, the blood and sweat and drama of the boxing scenes are really tiring and gross after a while, but, hey. Revenge for the Other Kung Fu Master who died. I feel so bad for not remembering his name. :\
Lisa, we HAVE to have an Ip Man marathon. And a LoTR one. And a Star Wars one. YES.
Ignore the apparent tiredness. The shadow under my eye makes me look terribly tired. Which is not entirely false, either. Stupid overhead lighting. I just wanted to show off the black-and-white checkered shirt. Is it not awesome?
Ps. I ♥ society and its retardedness.
:3
And I never knew domestic flights were that fun. :]
Aahh, good food feeds my soul. *drools*
And then we journeyed to Gurney Plaza to get Ip Man tickets for the Sunday morning show. My mom likes to do things a day earlier.
In which I saw this hat
(by the way, I ♥ this awesome shirt. Currently ranked #3.)
and
this one.
I wanted to buy the silver one (it looks damn awesome, okay?) but it was bordering on expensive (is 40++ considered expensive? I don't know much about hats, though I love them. xD) and my mom didn't really approve ("It makes you look like a wannabe singer. Why do you want to mempersiasuikan sendiri like that?") so I didn't. *sobs*
Then we went back and had wonderful food again. Christ it's no wonder I get fat every time I go back.
The next day we watched
Of course, during the course of the movie I was kept on the edge of my seat. This scene
The table splitting in half was crazy and made me melt. Into the seat. :D
The second half, like the first movie, dealed with the brash and harsh attitude White Niggers (or Japanese, in the case of the first movie) had against the Chinese. It actually made me rather happy to see Ip Man punching THEEE TWISTEEEEEERR's (Really? Twister? Who came up with that name, your mom?) face in. Yes, the blood and sweat and drama of the boxing scenes are really tiring and gross after a while, but, hey. Revenge for the Other Kung Fu Master who died. I feel so bad for not remembering his name. :\
Lisa, we HAVE to have an Ip Man marathon. And a LoTR one. And a Star Wars one. YES.
To end the day...
A little something to make you go WTF.
Ps. I ♥ society and its retardedness.
:3
Monday, April 26, 2010
Missing You
Heck yeah, it's only been what, 6 hours since you left.
GODDAMMIT I AM SUCH A 'TARD.
(I hope you never read this post.)
I've always said that you're my idol and c'mon, I literally worship the ground you walk on. I'm like this leech who just sticks onto you and sucks you dry of interesting information; but like a leech in comparison to a human, you never run out of fabulous things and stories and facts to tell me, just like how a person won't die of blood loss due to blood-sucking leeches. (If you've got like, hundreds of them, that's a different story.)
Sure, you're short and mini-sized and your upper and lower body is disproportionate, but heck you hit a ball harder, whack a ball faster, run a race quicker, endure sports longer, jump a jump higher and throw a ball further than anybody I know. And yet you never really let me lose sight of you.
You're nerdy and as un-pop as one can be, but yet you set trends, you do stuff your own way, you think your own thoughts, you have your own principles, you stand your own ground, you fight your own battles. But yet, at the end of the day, you'll have the time to teach me things and set me straight; wake me up so I won't be late; show me things I never knew I never knew.
You're smart, retarded, funny, insane, nonsensical, a genius...
But most of all, you're an awesome brother.
I doubt the world has ended, or we'll meet each other only in our next lives; since the introduction of the internet, it seems that anything is possible.
But still, the internet is only just a bunch of cables running under the sea. And the sea is a wide, wide place. The internet can't substitute the distance.
I'm afraid that when we meet again we'll be awkward and forced, trying to bring back previous memories that are shared, yet so little surface. To crack a joke a expect a laugh, only to be met with a dazed smile, now that's a dream gone bad.
Still, as wishful as I am, I'm relieved, I'm happy, I'm overjoyed, I'm jubilant; at the end, you've got your life, and I've got mine.
Your life just started. Make good use of it, and most of all, be happy.
GODDAMMIT I AM SUCH A 'TARD.
(I hope you never read this post.)
I've always said that you're my idol and c'mon, I literally worship the ground you walk on. I'm like this leech who just sticks onto you and sucks you dry of interesting information; but like a leech in comparison to a human, you never run out of fabulous things and stories and facts to tell me, just like how a person won't die of blood loss due to blood-sucking leeches. (If you've got like, hundreds of them, that's a different story.)
Sure, you're short and mini-sized and your upper and lower body is disproportionate, but heck you hit a ball harder, whack a ball faster, run a race quicker, endure sports longer, jump a jump higher and throw a ball further than anybody I know. And yet you never really let me lose sight of you.
You're nerdy and as un-pop as one can be, but yet you set trends, you do stuff your own way, you think your own thoughts, you have your own principles, you stand your own ground, you fight your own battles. But yet, at the end of the day, you'll have the time to teach me things and set me straight; wake me up so I won't be late; show me things I never knew I never knew.
You're smart, retarded, funny, insane, nonsensical, a genius...
But most of all, you're an awesome brother.
I doubt the world has ended, or we'll meet each other only in our next lives; since the introduction of the internet, it seems that anything is possible.
But still, the internet is only just a bunch of cables running under the sea. And the sea is a wide, wide place. The internet can't substitute the distance.
I'm afraid that when we meet again we'll be awkward and forced, trying to bring back previous memories that are shared, yet so little surface. To crack a joke a expect a laugh, only to be met with a dazed smile, now that's a dream gone bad.
Still, as wishful as I am, I'm relieved, I'm happy, I'm overjoyed, I'm jubilant; at the end, you've got your life, and I've got mine.
Your life just started. Make good use of it, and most of all, be happy.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Nothing That's Worth Dying For
School has been repetitive, normal, tiring, with Choon Pong bursting out into song every now and then.
So yeah, you can imagine how he's infected everyone else. Now he's singing Spongebob Squarepants.
I hurt my arm playing volleyball (Tythus laughed when he heard I play volleyball.) and the competition is tomorrow. Ugh... Pei En is feeling very low. D:
FAIL I found in Eng class today. I MEAN WTF MAN LOL.
"fiftheen" and "telcops"?
MY BRAIN, IT JUST DIED.
Okays should not be online so much. I has to do homework, but I didn't bring it, :\
Tee hee.
"给我一杯忘情水～"
So yeah, you can imagine how he's infected everyone else. Now he's singing Spongebob Squarepants.
I hurt my arm playing volleyball (Tythus laughed when he heard I play volleyball.) and the competition is tomorrow. Ugh... Pei En is feeling very low. D:
FAIL I found in Eng class today. I MEAN WTF MAN LOL.
"fiftheen" and "telcops"?
MY BRAIN, IT JUST DIED.
Okays should not be online so much. I has to do homework, but I didn't bring it, :\
Tee hee.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Geo Lens: They Are Scary
Before you read this post, please understand that this post is about lenses. Specifically MY lenses. Therefore, this post will have lots of pictures of me, myself and my pimples, and please don't sue me about causing you eye and brain damage, because seriously that is so not my problem.
Angel GREEN:
Pretty okay, not as scary as what you'll see...
This. THIS is scary.
o__O LOL.
*eheheheheheheheheh*
NEW BAG!!! :DDD ------------------------^
And after ONE WHOLE DAY OF LENSES...
Damn that felt good. (To people who may know me: Please never ever ever use this picture as blackmail. I swear I will kill you.)
Normal brown~!! Whooo!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Some Old, Old News
This is what happens when I'm online and bored, waiting for stupid fucking videos to upload. What sort of 2 minute video takes 4 hours to upload?
Hmm... Bought new thumbdrive because my previous one was destroyed. D:
This one cost me $70.
It's mini-sized, pink, thin and people have no idea what it is, despite the '8GB' written on the side. They also seem lost when they ask how do you stick it in computers.
I'm not sure if they're just acting.
I'm satisfied with it, as long as it doesn't fail on me. If it does...
You'd better hope it's waaaaay after The End Of The World.
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