*insert title here*

I have partially gotten over it but watching Nostradamus: 2012 first thing in the morning is probably not the best way to start off a lovely and hopefully eventful day.

The usual, the seas shall boilth overth, fishies shall cooketh, magnetic field weakening, chaos turmoil pandemonium cannibalism ensues darkness shall reign, mankind facing extinction, icecaps melting, radioactive rays of the sun, bbq party.

Definitely not the best way to start a day.

Anyway moving on to petty everyday yadayad, i am currently in KL in my cousin Nick's house, staying for a week, came on sunday, going home on following sunday.

Watched MJ this is it, really cool awesome nicely cheorographed zombies, still wonderful albeit weaker.

Discussion Segment for today ( Last blog was about The Point Of Religion)

What Makes Michael Jackson so Popular
A shroud of mystery and charisma enfolds this King of Pop, probably the reason ppl so readily believe in the child molestation case since it makes this mysterious figure more human. What exactly goes through his mind when he sings? What inspires him to write and sing songs like Billie Jean, Thriller? He certainly believes in fairytales nee Neverland ranch.

Moving on, Neil Gaiman is an awesome writer, sadly i have run out of his books..

For anyone who is aware of the Ajahn Brahm's case, thingy, I think you will agree with me when i say this whole thing is just rediculous. Why can't women be Bhikkus? male and Female is just an idea! it is just the body! What is wrong?! The entire foundation of this religion is the fact that all things are impermenent! nothing is permanent! Hypocrites!! Ajahn Brahm, rock on!

We went for dinner at Shogun last night, a Jap restaurant, great food, tried a sashimi, wasn't a fan. nice sushi, tempura, soup, etcs. it was a buffet style thing.


ah well, gtg, buh-bye now.

At long last....

Drum rolls yadayad skip the whole routine

Let it be known here,
loud and clear,
upon thy ear,
(or upon thy eyes since its here)
that i am pregnant.

no i tell a universe sized untruth

but let it stew

for aft this nothing shall seem as horrendous or foul

every news shall smell as roses (or look as roses, what thy heckth)

for i am a technophobe

not a biggie surprise since i've been absenth frometh thy scene for many a month

because to be honestly, brutally, painfully frank or in this case chiou yih with you, there is practically nothing 'up' or interesting happening right now in my life and i hate signing onto the blog and realizing for myself that i have no life.

Thus i have decided to enclose myself in a bubble where no information of any kind can remind me of my abnormality or open my eyes to see the freak i am.

Like, whatever.

not that anyone noticed that i have mysteriously disappeared from the face of the electronic world so maybe i should just curl up and die shall i? shall i????

after pmr i have been floundering around with no directions, no aims or goals nothing. its like life is finally over. For me that is.

and i have been informed that i shall die when i am 18 by a blockbuster. how optimistic my life is turning out to be.

i shall die, talentless, no contribution to the universe except for a mega sized carbon footprint to commemorate my meaningless existence.

I have prepared a list of What To Do Come 2012

1st phase
Try to find a way to save earth, after all humans are reasonable, intelligent creatures who will give up their lovely comfortably mundane lives to see reason for the sake of the greater good... and fail miserably in this attempt.

2nd phase
scream Why cruel world??? Why????

3rd phase
Fall into brain dead form of depression, droll on the carpets, go 'Waerghhh?!' when in contact with external stimulus, walk with knuckles dragged on the ground, the whole zombie packaged deal.

4th phase
blame past generation for the impending doom, mumble to oneself a little, go insane, cackle, talk evilly about others to pet (if no pets, talk to yourself, it works too) giggle uncontrolably, etc. Once tired of being insane proceed to phase 5.

5thPhase
not very sure actually... question the very foundations of religion? humanity? knock yourself out, only 3 more years to go.. haha

i did, you know, question the yadayad of religion.. how do you know its the right one? people have been seeking this Greater Truth for millenias what makes ppl so sure they have got it ? the truth or a truth? or do all religions hold a tiny piece of the puzzle to the Truth?
Whats the point?when we all have to end up dead? if there is a god, why does he or she have to send us down to earth for The Great Test? isn't heaven big enough? and Nirvana. why do we have to undergo suffering? why us? why are we important enough to get a ticket pass to infinite none existence? why everything? why?

lots of whys but not enough becauses.

if every bad deed counts, then the fact that i am breathing air, filling it with carbon d, killing 0.000001% of earth with every alphabet i type, isn't that bad? I'm killing little bits of ppl as i type, as i breathe. Killing, small yet significant.

I feel totally messed up.

i have got a hundred and one things to blog about but compared to this.. what does it matter?

small and insignificant.

signing out..

I lied...

Drum rolls please...

Argh! A conspiracy!

Okay, okay just couldn't resist it...

No, PMR isn't over yet

Yes, i am already blogging.

Now lets not state the obvious shall we..

Answer Question number 1 from Vanessa, whom i notice hasn't got down on her knees and begged me to blog, No, i don't leave lines to make my blogs look longer, i do not need these petty space leavers to make my blog look longer, it is already long enough, my dear. I just find that it goes easier on the eyes because i hate having to decipher squashed up words.

Question number 2 from no one in particular but i'll just state it anyway. Yes, I have got the results for this year's commonwealth essay writing competition and yes my name was in it but no i didn't make it into the top list. Aww... but i got highly commended anyway which is an improvement since i got commended last year. Yay, clap your hands and proclaim you do not believe in fairies!

Moving on, I reread Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman when i should be reading KH. Ooh.. Forbidden fruit or wood pulp tastes so much sweeter!! It was awesome! Mind-blowing! Weird! And in Shan's words Epic! Phew, what a total roller-coaster ride! I just love Mr Vandemar and Mr Croup eventhough they are the bad guys and are total murderers who would slice your head off and stuff their fingers up your severed neck and wriggle their fingers through your throat until your eyeballs fall out as soon as look at you (And they really said that in the book). Don't they have the most awesomest sense of humor? Swe-et!
And in the end when they got suck into a black hole, Mr Vandemar was holding onto a table, he shrugged, said 'buh-bye' to the protangonists and let go. Isn't he cute??? And Angel Islington, OMG what a diabolical mad angel! Why are the bad guys in Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere so darn unbelievably loveblely cute!?!?!

Oh well, thats all gotago, congratulate me asap.

Buh-bye

The Internet? Overated, much~

And since i totally suck at titles, i made A Statement..

* Outraged Roar from Shan*

hahah

ah, well..

For the general info, i am over with the editorial thing,

but no, i haven't forgiven or forgotten

let the accursed one's name never cross my lips or keyboard until the apology is accepted.

there.



Now, back to reality.

ARGH! PMR IS UPON US! FLEE! FLEEEEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!!

ARGHH! ARGH!!!

Ahem, there that's another statement.

And so, this is to be my last blog until Armageddon is over with and, god forbid, we are floating to heaven with a wifi service. And hopefully there will be ice blended choco latte~ Starbucks is heaven on earth


In reply to sheryl's blog about napoleon, sorry, he is a shorty but yes, isn't he dreamy?

but seriously his history is damn hilarious.

I mean, throwing all the passion into war-making because your wife isn't that into love-making with you? Master of the battlefield but, sadly, not the bedroom?

Is it just me or is it plain pathetic?

And when he was exiled, he got so bored, he decided to start a war. He is one seriously twisted dude to have such a hobby.

I mean, committing suicide and abandoning your ppl like that and when you get bored you start playing toy soldiers with life-sized figures, assault and battary included?

That is so sick. Furthermore, he got his people slaughtered in the battle-field because of a grudge agaisnt a general or something who once bested him! And in the attempt, more of his people got killed.

I guess its true. Peopl e will only remember you if you killed thousands of men or got them to get killed. Spilling gallons of blood -- surefire way to fame and glory.

On a brighter note, our science teacher pronounced Pope Paul as "Pop Paul".

hahahahah

And this gut-busting song patrick wrote when i watched spongebob squarepants:

Twinkle Twinkle Patrick Star!
I made myself a sandwich.
My mommy named it Fred.
It tastes like beans and bacon.
It smells like it's been dead!
Writing stuff is hard so I use a pointy pencil!
Pointy pointy pointy pointy pointy point!
P.U. whats that horrible smell?
(drum solo)
I have a head, it ends with a point!
Pointy pointy pointy pointy pointy point!
This song is over except for this line

You win this round,
Broccoli!!!

hahah, poetry has always brought tears to my eyes..

Ah, well.. this is the end of my last blog for the time being.

bye bye, so long, don't miss me too much

Muax!

depressing

Yeah, yeah, its been a long time..

*blows dust off blog*

nothing much to report...

Oh yeah..

..i didn't get into the english mag editorial..

yeah..

sigh..



it was depressing...


now i remember why i didn't want to blog..

even my hands are weighed down like lead as i type and as you read...

this is how i felt and still feel:

i can feel it, the bile rising up my throat, the bitterness lingers on my tongue,
i swallow but my mouth is dry.
i now know why they call it a heart break, my chest is heavy, so heavy i wish i could tear my beating heart out and just rele-ase me from the burden, so heavy that it hurts.
even when i think about it, it hurts so much that i cry, i cry for release.
and i cry, just to hear the sobs, to know i am alive, anything was better than just sitting there while the numbness envelopes me and my mind is blank.
ignorance is bliss but this wasn't the blissful ignorance that thoughtless poets wrote about, it was like being a compass, the needle spinning around pointlessly, spinning, spinning and simply could not find north. Lost, i felt lost.
and nausea, the bile rising up my throat, i thought i was going to vomit.

i cried the whole day.

i want you to know how it felt, to taste the bitterness of losing a dream.

of the suffering.

it was pure hell, but it was all real to me.

i know you might think this is stupid, just an editorial...

i wonder too, why do i feel so much pain and hurt?

and i have no idea...

but most of the hurt was because i thought i had friends

i shared everything with them

anything that i thought would help them

anything i thought they would enjoy

i thought i had friends

and i found out that i didn't

and i was hurt.

My own fault really, must be all that teen pop music about friends influencing me, all that woolly, soppy thinking

teen, pop princesses and idols should be shot at sight

they are dangerous weapons of mass destruction





-out-

What to say, what to write...

I've always sucked at making up titles. Ah well...

Okay, I pissed off spa a few days ago...

Major Achievement or what?!

spa is my really annoying english teacher, for the completely lost and clueless.

She asked me to read a passage and i was really mad at what she had been saying, so i used my 'Microsoft Sam' voice, check it out in control panel-speech. Based on 1st hand reports, she was really pissed off and asked wen shen to continue the passage.

Awesome...

ah well...

Can she track this down? Freak..

After the "Tears of an Apple" short story, i have been writing a few more, all titles thought out by Ming as yours truly really suck at titles.

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This is Sheryl's favorite.

'All She Ever Wanted'

She stared with those pale blue eyes of hers, framed by a halo of golden, delicate curls, accusing and disappointed. Then, she slowly let her heat drop against her chest, a picture of sheer misery and defeat.

But it wasn't over yet, oh, no~ Her hand clenched into a fist, perfectly manicured nails dug fiercely into the pale flesh of her palm. Her cherry red lips wobbled, ever so slightly, as her pearly whites bit into her lips. With a toss of her head and a flash pure, fiery determination in her eyes, she bawls out "I wanna, wanna, wanna!"

Oh! All she ever wanted was a PSP, a diamond lollipop, a porsche, a barbie life-sized fairytale castle complete with turrets perfect for damsels in distress, a portable TV with sound surround system, a mansion with pink furniture and pink swimming pools, a pink my little pony helicopter complete with takeaway chef and a trip to the Tokyo Helo Kitty Hospital. That was all she ever wanted. Was it too much to ask?

-End-

Haha, in the beginning, she was portrayed as an angel, but she isn't an angel, is she?

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Unearthed Clandestine

Wazat? -End-
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The flame of the Pyre

Hi~ Me pyre. I got fire on me. Hey, hold on... Ah! I got fire on me! Argh! Argh! Ar-
-End-
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My mum and Vanessa's favorite.

When Watermelons Swim

The average watermelon. A mysterious fruit with hidden depths. With great rolling ability, this sinister fruit slowly rolled away from the hawker hawking his wares. Steady... Steady... The sea looms in the horizons. An orchestra started up in the background, the violins screeching eeriely *like in those horror movies*. Oh dear, what is our heroic melon to do? Tumbling, rolling, inexorable, unstoppable. Suddenly, a horryfic horror movie high pitched femine scream was heard when...

Splash!

It swims!

-End-

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Teh Tarik

I was born amidst the chaos and hubub of an average Kopi Tiam. Suddenly, the clouds parted and i heard a great voice in the sky. It spake unto me "Teh Tarik, Kau, Kau!"

Ah! It must be none other than my creator! I relished the moment of religious ecstacy.

Then, he raised me up, higher than an eagle, think ball of crazed fur, then he turned me over. I was sucked down by a powerful force. Ah! My short life flashed before the eyes i never had. Farewell, cruel world, life is short! But lo and behold! I was saved by a tin mug and was tossed up and down again. Finally, my ordeal was over for i must have been found worthy. I was all frothy as my maker threw me into a glass. I am slowly raised towards a pair of lips like bananas framed by a moustache. I wonder what further quests await me.

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I kinda like this one

Registration on Reality

Robert shoved his way out the subway. He was in a hurry and he simply could not afford to be late. Time was not a luxury he had. He fought his way out the Underground, pushing against the tide of people, marching inexorably like war troop against the rebels of the mundane.

Robert did not stop to glance at his watch like the ameteurs in films.

He did not stop when he knocked over a crate of oranges.

He did not falter when he fell face first into mud.

No, he was in a hurry, a battle against time, and stupid everyday things were not going to stop him.

Finally he reached his destination, disheveld and muddy. He arrived, panting, at the counter.

"Robert Pratster, here to renew his registration." he weezed.

The austere woman behind the counter glared at him over her glasses.

"Overdue. Too late, Robert Pratster." intoned Ms. Mort.

"Pl... Please!" implored Robert. "One more chance!"

"Too late." repeated Ms. Mort dispassionately. "Robert Pratster, your registration on reality is expired."

At that, Ms Mort swung a scythe, bringing it down at Robert.

"No-" screamed Robert, disintegrating into numbers.

Ms Mort sat down and peered over her counter.

"Next."

-End-

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The world is your oyster.

Why would i want to eat a slimy sea creature?!

-End-

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Ulquiorra versus Apple

Ulquiorra stood there coolly. His ivory pale skin, his tear drop stain across his cheeks, his marble greek-god like stature. He is perfection. He slowly pulls his sword from his scabbard, the blade catching the dying rays of the sun. He swings his blade gracefully, bringing it down in a swift slash. An apple before splitted into half. Game over.

-End-

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I also like this one

Should've said No

They asked if I wanted to grow up, to be the first person on the sun, to be the leader of civilization. I wanted so much to fulfill their unfulfilled dreams, to be what they wanted me to be. Then, they educated me about taxes, about the injustice in the world, of gad-forsaken places and pointless wars. I do not wish to be educated about taxes. And now, I grow up to pay taxes, to fight a pointless war against the injustice in this god-forsaken world. I should've said no, should've said no, said no, no, no-o...

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I like this one too.

Fearless

Amy stared at the cupboard. Whisperings, whisperings, she could hear them coming from the cupboard. When I count to ten, everyting will be alright. Still she heard them.

Face your fears, girl. You are fearless, nothing is in there. Yet, she was terrified about the 'nothing' in 'there'.

She wrapped the blanket around herself and crept slowly towards the cupoard.

'I am fearles, fearless, fearless' the mantra repeating over and over again in her head.

Amy flung the cupboard door open.

An ear-splitting scream rebounded in the house to be cut short by a sound like the slamming of a door.

Amy was never seen again.

Sometimes, when you face your fears, they don't go away. You only see your fears even more clearly and they can see you too.

-the end-

Lovely bedtime story.

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Ming's favorite.

Elliot and Mars Bars

Elliot trudged in the dark streets of London, hands in his pockets, back hunched against the cold winds of December. He needed to have it but he was broke. He had no choice but to steal it. He roamed around London but couldn't find it. He needed it.

Delirious and tired, he hid in an alley, awaiting a victim. When she walked into the alley, he pushed her against the wall and rasped in her ear "Gimme all your Mars Bars"

"He.. Here, take it." She shoved two Mars Bars into his hand. He gave a roar of triumph and munched away at the Mars Bars.

"I know what you are" whispered the girl.

Elliot looked up into her eyes, madness was apparent in his eyes and his mouth was smeered with sticky, melted chocolate. "Are you afraid?"

"No," whispered the girl. " I think it is cool and emo to be with a Marsbar-pire and I wanna be like Bella. When are you going to compose a masterpiece in my name? When are you going to bring me tree climbing like Edward in the romantic scene in Twilight? Anyways, I expect you to be as perfect as Edward and be my boyfriend because you have eaten my Mars Bars."

Elliot stared at her. He ripped her head off.

"I like blood too, you know," whispered Elliot, licking blood off his lips.

-End-

Hahahahahahah

There are more, of course, writen by yours truly.

But i need to go eat my dinner.

Please ignore spelling errors and grammatical errors.

Please leave comments.

thank you for reading.

ta.

Long Time no Blog

Lazious, not me fault

okay, i went to a workshop recently, 'creative' writing workshop.

Man, was i duped.

they were trying to make reporters out of us.

captions, headlines, articles, opinion articles, seriously. Creative, much?

i admit, the first activity which involved mind-mapping what we got from an orange was pretty fun. We peeled the orange with our bare hands and ate the sweet, juicy insides, mwahahahahahaha.

The rest was boring.

Pure, unadulterated boredom.

But on a lighter side, I met some people, Natasha, Shaun, Atiyah, Farhan, Syira, V and Shahir. Only got Nat, Shaun and Atiyah to speak up, the rest weren't really communicative. Ah well, the carnival called Life.

I would like to share a few headlines i made up.

Goldilocks:
Blonde European Kleptomaniac Discovers New Species of Porridge-Consuming Bears

Cinderella:
Mistreated Maid Injures Foot Trying to Wear Glass Slipper, in A&E.

haha

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Now, I shall talk about how much i miss Terry Pratchett.

I mizzzzzz him sooo much...

Discworld has destroyed my appetite for other books, leaving me empty, sucking out my very soul...

How cruel can it be???!!

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Once again, so sorry for the late congrats wishes to Shan.

Good luck!

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Tomorrow is Sheryl's bday!

Everyone give her a bday hug!!!
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Ming's bday is coming up.

I am giving her a mud cake

hahahahaha
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Finished Neverwhere (have i said that before?), awesome but discworld ranks number one forevah!

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Ming wanted me to post stories, she gave me a title-- Tears of an Apple

Here is the first thing i wrote:

"Apples logically do not have tears. That is illogical. I presume that the tears indicate to the juice of an apple. I like Apple juice. Apple juice is nice. But so is orange juice. Pineapple juice is pretty good. I like grape juice too. It is nice.

The end."

She didn't like it.

Here is another one:
"New york city aka the Big Apple is having a normal day. Batman is trying out his new batmobile. Taxi drivers cussing at inanimate traffic lights. Starbucks selling lattes at the speed of light. Yep, definitely a normal day.

Or so the bustling anthill of life thought. Deep beneath the roots of this antheap of a metropolis, a maniacal mass murderer to be stalked deep into the sewer of the big city. He heaved a ton of dynamite in his arms and burned the whole lot. Kaboom! The sewers exploded! Feaces covered the big apple. God-knows-what water flooded the city. Chaos ensued. Screaming humans lost their heads in the chaos. Literally. And so the Big Apple shed tears.

The end."

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Here is a Love Poem i would like to share:

Cherry Blossoms in the Breeze,
Carp fishes Gasping for Breath,
Black Crows Dropping Dead from the Sky,
Overturned Beatles Struggling To Get Up,
Cocroaches Squashed to Death on the Floor--
I like You.

hahahaahahahahhahaha

thats all for now

tata