Happy Chinese New Year!

Ok, so it's a little early, but it's close enough ----->11.47 PM
And I'm too lazy to wait, and by the end of this post it'll probably 12 already so who cares?

Hahaha.

And also, Happy Awal Muharam to the Malays and Happy holidays to everyone else. =)

What I don't like about CNY:

¤_Can't wash my hair! In this horrible weather...noooo T_T
¤_Floor isn't going to be swept...uh, what if I spill cookie crumbs all over it or something? That would be horrible, having cookie crumbs stuck all over your feet. =(
¤_Strange relatives! Asking strange questions and making strange comments like: "WAH! You so tall already! What do you eat? Long beans ah?" *insert laughter here* Excuse me, but stale, stale joke. Ew.
¤_Terrible, disgusting, operatic renditions of CNY songs played everywhere. There's no escape. *gasp*
¤_Lots and lots of CNY food. I know most people like it, but I don't really like Chinese food. Ugh. Oh, except Yee Sang, of course!
¤_The freaking HOT weather.

Ok, enough with the negativity.

What I LIKE about CNY:

¤_New clothes! Yay!
¤_A measly 9 day holiday, but still a holiday nonetheless^^
¤_Everyone's happy =D
¤_Fireworks! Oh shhh, they're supposed to be banned... *shifty eyes*
¤_The air-cond is perpetually on at home
¤_Nata de Coco! People always put these into drinks, I love them!
¤_And duh, need I even say this: ANG POW!!!

*dances around like little kid*

I'm happy, are YOU?

Time: 12.00 AM
Perfect.

*Author's note: I just checked, apparently Blogger puts down the time I click 'New Post', and not when I click 'Publish Post'. A little ridiculous, if you ask me. But it's 12.00AM anyway, so nyeh.

Why you should never use chatspeak.

o_o

I'm not perverted.
I'm just...extremely observant.

Whatever, just look.

Click to enlarge.

I rest my case.

Hate breeds hate. Stupidity breeds more stupidity.

Who is stupid? You must be thinking a friend, an enemy, my sister (nola)...

No, the person who is stupid is none other than one of my school's friendly educators. In other words, a teacher.

Yeah, yeah teachers are all stupid anyway, you must be saying. But no, this one really annoyed me. See, today in EST, there was a completely easy question that made me want to wet my pants (or skirt) crying.

But oh no, 90% of the class got it wrong. Not really surprising, since most are not english-educated, but what killed me was that the TEACHER couldn't decide on the obvious glaring-in-your-face answer. Okok, getting to the point.

The question goes something like this:
Smoking causes one to become nervous, ________ and anxious.

Options:
A Hyperactive
B Hypertension
C Hypersensitive

Now, ISN'T THE ANSWER PRETTY DAMN MUCH OBVIOUS??

Ok, someone may choose C, if he/she didn't know the side effects of nicotine. But for 34/36 of the class to choose B was beyond me. WAAAY beyond me.

Worst of all, the teacher was seriously considering B as a possible answer. All the while Yi Ling (yes, the other 5%) and I were sitting there going 'OMG what IS her problem?'

Read this and see if you find something wrong.

Smoking causes one to become nervous, hypertension and anxious.

Now, how on earth does one become hypertension? I don't know, don't ask me. Ask Puan Sarjit. Or wait, don't. She'll just refer to the dictionary and come up with nothing anyway.

"Girls, I've just checked the dictionary, hypertension means high blood pressure. Do smokers get high blood pressure?"

o_O''

All this while she was completely ignoring the fact that hypertension wasn't even an adjective, for chrissakes. It was a bloody NOUN. Which by the way, we just learned in English class on Monday. An abstract noun, to be exact.

Dumb. Dumbedy-dumbdumbdumb.

Oh well, in the end, with much protests from my classmates, she finally settled for the correct answer.

"Oh YEAH! Girls, NOW I remember, hypertension cannot be used to describe a person, because it is a noun! So that leaves us with A, which I feel is the best answer."

-_-''

Yap and I just looked at each other with a 'du-uh' look.

THESE are the people who are responsible for bringing up the next generation of rulers?

...

I am seriously thinking of migrating as soon as I leave school.

*Note: Author is a little cranky from lack of sleep and the fact that the computer broke down for the FOURTH time in two years and was blamed for it. Again.

It's sick.

The way people are so image-conscious now, it makes me absolutely sick.

Yesterday, I had a dinner party at my house, and among the guests were these two girls. Pre-teens, I'm assuming, since I didn't really ask how old they were.

Anyway, I offered them some chocolate, since I assume EVERYONE loves chocolate. Guess what they said?

"No la, I'm getting fat already!"

I mean, what the hell? They were not fat AT ALL. GEEZ. For this I blame bloody MTV and the stupid magazines. These people are still growing, and they are on diets?? What kind of sick and twisted thing is that?

And no, these two girls are very nice girls. I'm not saying anything bad about them, at all. Oh no.

BUT YOU CAN'T DIET AT THAT AGE!!! It's not right!

It's like this generation is trying to grow old faster. Just today, in Midvalley I saw this girl wearing a halter top, one of those horrible pointy high-heeled shoes in some kind of animal skin I don't want to know about, carrying a clutch and talking into one of those new fangled handphones.

This girl could be 9 at most. Sick. I don't doubt her hair was straightened too. Why so young? 9 is the glorious age where you play Barbie dolls (or Hot Wheels if you're a boy or tomboy) and eat as much candy as you can before you hit puberty!

You people are really, really, I'm sorry to say this (ok, not really), but lame. Why are you doing things that people consider as 'cool' when in fact, it might harm you? This includes: smoking, doing drugs, and dieting. Loathesome.

Can't you people think for yourselves? You just do what everyone deems as 'popular' or 'so in right now' and suck up to the popular people's asses. I'm sorry, but PATHETIC.

And what about being fat? There's absolutely NOTHING wrong with being fat, as long as you're still healthy. In fact, there was this girl I saw in a shopping mall with lovely, chubby rosy cheeks and a great smile. She was fat, I don't deny it.

But you know what? To me, she was ten times more gorgeous than all those fakers around her in their make-up, hideously straightened and bleached hair, and their skinny asses in those too-tight jeans.

I'd rather see a great smile and zits anyday, than a stupid whore's ass shamelessly hanging out her jeans.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

Can you not be satisfied with your weight/height/appearance/possessions/[insert trivial subject here]??

So what if you have a zit on your face? Do you think I care? Do you think anyone cares? At this rate, I can confidently say NO.

No one cares about what YOU look like. Do you wanna know why?

Because everyone else is too busy checking THEMSELVES out in mirrors to notice YOU. They're too busy fretting about that zit on their forehead, or their too-small boobs, or the ass that they call 'wide as a bus' but is actually perfectly normal. Who's going to notice YOU anyway?

The thing that I hate is when people say "Oh, you've got a great ass now, but you've REALLY got to put on some weight in that, you know, area" and gestures to my chest. Geez. Do I really care that I don't have boobs the size of California? Do I really want my boobs to enter to room before I do? Ew, no thanks.

Another thing I REALLY don't like is when people say "You know, you should wear more skirts, 'coz people would kill for those legs you know?" Yes, thanks for the compliment. But HELLO. I'm not all legs you know? And why, WHY would people kill for my chopstick-esque legs? Do you NOT see that you have your own beautiful legs? Besides, I hate skirts. Why should I wear something I don't like to please other people? Yuck.

Fat does not equal ugly. Vanity does.

YOU are crazy. YOU are beautiful, but that beauty is lost trying to attain someone else's standard of so-called beauty.

Even guys nowadays are so image-conscious. It's SUCH a big turn-off when you walk past a mirror and see a guy checking himself out in it, and fluffing his overly-gelled hair. Um, may I ask, what is hairgel for? You see, this is what happens:

When guys turn into teenagers, they slather on hair-gel so they can look like a chicken that survived the tsunami. Then, when they grow older, their hair drops. A little more everyday. Then when they hit 60, hello baldness.

So 16 = drowned chicken
Not attractive.
And 30 = pre-maturely thinning hair because of all the hair-gel
Not attractive.
Then 60 = Chrome dome!
You can't do anything at this stage, regardless of what the ads say. Not really attractive.

So guys=never attractive.
Except when they're babies. So CUTE!
So guys, do us girls a favour and drop the hair-gel. It really looks terrible, no matter what the Brylcreem ads claim. How are we gonna play with your hair when it's all gunky anyway?

Anyway, I think I've gone off-topic again. And I don't really want to go in depth into cosmetics again. So girls, you can read this instead.

People, you are GORGEOUS. Do all of us a big favour and STOP KIDDING YOURSELF. Don't go all loser-ish and compare yourselves to those anorexic/airbrushed pics on the billboards. It's not worth it.

I am traumatized.

HUG ME!!!! *bawls*

I am so freaked out, you would think that this was my wimpy twin sister bawling or something. You would definitely mistake me for someone else, if you saw me right now.

So this is what happened:

I came home from the optician (my power increased, ugh) and saw that the filthy fish tank with the two half-dead fish was cleaned out, and my precious guppies were transferred into the big tank.

And then, being the paranoid owner that I am, I noticed that the water level was waaaaaaay too high, and you know guppies tend to jump out of the tank. (For what reason, I have no idea) I was just telling my mom about it, when I stepped closer to look at the fish. Then, I heard, or rather, felt a very, very sickening SQUELCH.

Under my foot.

With a terrible feeling of deja-vu, I looked down and saw a dead guppy. A DEAD GUPPY!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's SO gross. Especially since fish have no eyelids, so it's as if they're staring up at you in resentment. Only they can't be staring, because they're DEAD.

A thought just struck me. Since they have no eyelids, their eyes are open. That means...ohmygod I STEPPED ON ITS EYEBALLS! Oh. My. Frickin. Gosh. OhmyGOSH. ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh *hyperventilates*

And the worst thing is, this isn't the first time I stepped on a slimy living (or not) creature. There was once when I was about 6 or so, I went down to the kitchen in the middle of a night to get a cup of water. I was happily skipping down the stairs two at a time (I wasn't afraid of the dark then) when I landed very hardly on the last step.

Beneath the heel of my foot, a cold squishy something went splat! I glanced down and saw a lizard. I didn't even know whether it was dead or not, since I freaked and ran up the stairs two at a time to get away from the gruesome scene.

Though I think it was toast, given the force of my jump. No wait, not toast. Pancake.

Needless to say, I never went to get water in the middle of the night again.

Besides that, there was this once a couple years back. When my mom bought my sis and I a fighting fish each, since I loved them so much. My sis didn't want hers saw I got both of them =D

The shiny green one was Emma, short for Emerald; and the dull red one (my sister's) was called Coral, because it was coral-coloured. Imaginative huh?

Anyway, one one hot evening after returning from a hot, hot day at school, I stepped into the bathroom where the fish were kept, to splash some water on my face and cool myself down. I didn't turn on the light since I was too lazy, and approached the sink.

Then AGAIN. Squelch. I looked down and saw a dark red lump. Coral. I screamed and jumped backward, then cowered downstairs for a while, before telling my maid to dispose of the body.

Well, I didn't like Coral as much because she wasn't shiny, so I was kinda glad that it wasn't MY Emma who jumped out of her bowl and died.

Well, too bad. Emma died a couple weeks later. My mom thought it was fungus.

But I know better. Emma died of trauma. She must have thought it was better dying in her tank than under the foot of a giant oaf like her owner.

And I bet she was right.


RIP Emma, Coral, Unnamed Guppy #1, and the stupid lizard who started it all.

Marguerite

At Yi Ling's request, I've decided to post up pictures of the past-editions of my school mag, The Marguerite. I'm too lazy to find all of them now, so I'll post up those I currently have with me, and the rest can wait.

This is Marguerite, the 1998-99th Year Edition. It is completely cacat-ed. You can even see the pixelly lines along the letters. Anyway, it's just the words and a pink and purple version of the school badge. Any kid could do that.

And THIS, is Marguerite 1999. The 100th Year Edition. Better than the last, but still boring. It's just a pic of the school with a purple star border. I'm assuming they didn't have photoshop back then.

The Millenium Edition. Doesn't look too futuristic to me. It's just a pic of the school (again) sliced up and scattered all over the page.

Marguerite 2001. MUCH NICER. Much more imaginative, though I don't really like the colour scheme, it's GREAT compared to the other lame-o versions. Great job!


Marguerite 2002. This is OK. That about sums it up. Nicer, clean-cut images, but otherwise bland. Someone must have learned how to use Photoshop.

Sorry, year 2003-2005 are downstairs, and I can't be bothered to go and fetch them. I'll post them up tomorrow. Things have improved a tad since 2002, though. =)

And here's my poor effort at designing a magazine cover. I'm gonna try for that nifty little hamper the Majalah club is offering for the best cover. I don't think I'm going to win though. I feel so discouraged, cause my mom didn't like it. Though I think she just doesn't like black. =(

And the 107th Edition of Marguerite (I haven't decided on which to pick yet):

Version 1: Plain (Click for better view)

Wondering if I should keep it simple, or...

Version 2: Not-so-plain (Click for better view)

...make it a LITTLE more interesting. This has semi-transparent lyrics of the school song on the side. I'm still undecided whether it makes the cover look nicer, or more cluttered. (And ok, I shouldn't be the one to criticize other people's work, mine is bland as well =P)

As for the words across the page? Sorry for the paranoia, there's a hamper at stake you know!

Not that it could stop a determined thief, but if it gets stolen, back me up and say you saw it here first, ok? =D

P.s Sorry about the poor quality of the photos, the cam battery was running out and I was rushing. Besides, my cam has a parallex error. Grr.

House hauntings

The first season of House is over! *cry* Anyway, I didn't realise how much I miss the show until today I was, literally haunted by House.

Anyway, just when I stepped into the school hall at 7 am, I stole Siew Lei's free The Sun newspaper and ruffled through the pages. Almost immediately, there House was, clutching his Golden Globe award and grimacing at the camera.

The human House

Nothing struck me as unusual, until I got home and starting channel surfing. Then I decided to watch Uptown Girls one more time, cause Dakota Fanning is just too cute to miss.

THEN something, or rather someone, looked familiar. Hmm...

Meet Neil, Molly's rockstar boyfriend.

The British accent, which by the way, is my favourite accent, is kinda hard to miss...

Identical twins? No, it's Doctor Chase!

Pfft, I liked him so much better as the rock star. Not the stupid, wimpy Doctor Robert in House.

I wonder why I never recognized him when House starting airing. Maybe Neil is just too forgettable a character, what with using Molly and all.

Anyway, to round off my House hauntings, I tuned into the first episode of Rockstar INXS (rerun). The first singer came up to sing, and I swear I almost jumped out of my seat. I was like "Ohmygod! That song!"

I first heard that song on House and it was love at first listen.

I spent DAYS searching for that song, and it never turned up. And here, on the day of my House hauntings, this girl (whose did a kick-ass job on that song) starting singing it like she was taunting me or something.

"I got the song you were looking for, I got the song you were looking for. NyehnyehNYEH!"

Anyway, the song's title is totally bizzare. It was Baba O'Reilly by The Who. No wonder I never found it.

Go download it, it's an ear-melter. =)

Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my Housey to me, to meee......

IN YOUR FACE!

Whoa

I'm so busybusybusy I hardly have time to come online and blog also. T_T But so far what I can safely say is, that this is THE best school year of my life. Why? Because:

-I got into another non-PJK 'sport' which is Scrabble. HAH! No more stinky baju PJ.

-Majalah society. I'm auditioning for the English section on the Ed Board, even though Pn Gian is already running around spouting praises about Bavani's and my work. So I already have favour among the teachers, I hope. But it still sucks that teachers have high expectations of our work now, and you know I can be total let-down at times...Okay, most of the time. Like how I got only 6 As for PMR. o_O

-4K. I was wondering why I couldn't get into 4U or B, (because I got B for BM, duh) Then I realised it was MEANT TO BE. Kick-ass teachers, one-week homework deadlines, and not-as-high-as-4B-or-U-expectations. What more could I ask for? Not to mention the fact that I already feel much, much smarter when I'm not mingling with the smarty-pantses. =P And I kinda like my classmates too, no hair-flipping whiners so far. (And also the fact that 4Ber Siew Lei has been complaining no end about the mountain of homework she's been drowning in. I feel blessed.)

-More time away from my friends. It can be a good thing, cause it makes me MUCH more independant while doing my homework. No more copying!

Anyway, because of all the above, ohitreallyhurtsmyegotosaythis, but I actually LIKE going to school now. *gasp* Ok, don't faint on me, pleeease. I'm not gonna turn into that school-loving goody-two-shoes person like, ahem, Nurul. =P No offense la, Lulu. But it's so completely against my character to love school. My anti-establishmentarianism and all. Pfft.

***

In other matters, my friends and I went hiking on Sunday morning. We stayed over at the ashram prior to the activity, and I must say I enjoyed myself very much. =D On Sunday morning rain was falling...

Nah, I'm kidding. On Sunday morn, we all woke up at a marvelous-by-Steph standards 5.30 am!!! On a Sunday morning!! Ohemgee. What is happening to me? I should be sleeping till lunchtime!

Oh well, the hike was fantabulous. I loved the place, it was so nice with the 'giant' spiders and their even more gargantuan spiderwebs. Mmmmmmm....plus the stream was so cool and nice. I should thank my lucky stars that I, being, a person with absolutely no foresight, packed a white T, jeans and flip-flops to go HIKING.

But in the end I got the last laugh, since everyone else drowned their sports shoes in the chilled water. Hahaha. Stinky shoesies. =P

I'm really psyched about the next trip, which is Shan2's and my suggestion - ice-skating! Whee...

But just when I got all worked about it, my world came crashing down on me! My parents won't let me stay over on the night before ice-skating. Darn.

You see, on the day I came home from hiking, I developed a fabulous case of the flu. Sore throat and all. All because the ashram carpet was kinda dusty. Ugh. This resulted in me skipping one day of school, (not that I really minded) which actually turned out to be very good luck. Why? Because on Monday, my legs were ACHING LIKE SOMEONE KICKED ME IN THE CROTCH. Seriously. It was bad. I should really exercise, at least one in a month...

Anyway, gotta go sleep. Way past my bedtime. =)

P.s. I really don't know why the post sounds so goody-goody and bimbo-ey. I think the flu was worse than I thought.
P.p.s. Just proof-read the post. Ok, I REALLY have to rewrite this post. Better catch some ZZZs now.

Being Unattached

Being unattached is seriously cool. Nonono, I don't mean unattached as in no boyfriend la, even though that's cool too. I mean unattached as in, you're attached to no one in particular, and it wouldn't hurt to have time away from them and all.

Of course, this comes from a girl who switched schools when she was in Standard 3, and jumped straight to Standard 5 in a completely new school full of scary, scary strangers. Also, it probably didn't help that I cried practically on the first day of school, and that just kinda ruined the grand, controversial entrance I was dreaming of.

Being betrayed and backstabbed by your friends is also no picnic. And no, I'm not gonna elaborate on that issue, for fear of boring you further. Anyway, from that day onwards, I just decided to be unattached. If you don't call me, I'm not hurt. If you don't wait for me after class, I couldn't care less. I don't really care if you're my real friend or not, as long as you don't get on my nerves...

And hell, did this come in handy in Form 4. My little clique of frenemies had vastly different PMR results, (striaght As; 7As 1B; 6As 1B; 3As 5Bs) and so we were all broken up and were sent into different classes.

So when everyone was mourning about how they got seperated from their best, BEST friends (who sometimes acted like lesbians), I was just sitting there going, "Man! I didn't get into the best class, how sucky."

I am so weird.

Not that I completely don't care about my friends anymore, I still do. But come on, I still see them before and after school, and during recess too. It's not THAT bad as you make it out to be la, you pathetic whiners. And at least, I can concentrate on class now, instead of drawing stupid caricatures of the bo-ring Sejarah teacher and passing it around.

It's also fun when you can bitch about someone once in a while, since people already know that I am loyal to no one in particular. This may sound mean, but hey, even friends can get really annoying once in a while, you know? Anyway, I always kiss and make-up later, so no worries there.

Well, on the bright side, I can meet new people now. Instead of hanging around with the same people, I get to mingle with people that don't know my true colours (muahahaha). Yet, anyway.

Anyway, this boring post (congrats if you've read until this point) was dreamt up while listening to my Moral teacher nattering away about how hard seperating from your friends was, and how she TOTALLY understands how we feel (er, hello? Trying too hard here...) and I was all like "Huh? What is she talking about?" o_O

Bah, I'm also uber-sleepy, with only 15 hours of sleep, for THREE DAYS! So if this post sucks, I know what I can blame it on.

P.s. To all the people who are still my friends after this post, thanks so much for bearing with my unbearable attitude. =) ♥ Y'all!

Pictures are worth a thousand words...

...so I need not say anything. Not much, anyway.

Today my sis was cleaning out her closet (no reference to Eminem =P) and besides lots of dust, she found a quaint little present.

I'm a little money box, short and stout...

...cute huh?

But wait, take a closer look...it's good, I promise.

...


CULTURED
Paradise is where I am.
Music has charms to soothe a savage breast.

Breast! SAVAGE BREAST!!! *cue for laughter here* HAHAHAHA!!!!

So much for being cultured.

Rules are meant to be...

...BROKEN!!!

Wait. Strike that. Some rules should have never been implemented in the first place. Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Place: The Convent Bukit Nanas Hall
Date: 11th January 2005
Time: 8.00 am
Event: Forum Disiplin (Which also means, it's that time of the year where they drill ALL the school rules into your head, by boring, boring prefects, with boring, boring voices. Which you then forget a week later, much to the headmistress' despair)

Did I say forget a week later? Oops. Well, maybe some of them. But DEFINITELY not these.

Did you know that at CBN, you are not allowed to:

♥_Memotong rambut dalam gaya yang keterlaluan, seperti Skinhead, Punk atau boy-cut
Cut your hair in an outrageous style, such as Skinhead (don't ask), Punk (nyahaha) atau boy-cut (NO FAIR)

♥_Menyimpan misai atau janggut
(Keep a pet mustache or beard)

...wtf? Girl's school, you know??

♥_Melakukan perkara yang tidak selaras dengan nilai-nilai moral Malaysia
(Do anything that the Malaysian society deems as morally unfit)

Wait, I haven't finished the sentence yet.

...seperti mempunyai tabiat lesbian atau gay
(That means you can't be lesbian or gay at my school!!! What the hell? This is preposterous! Anyone that is anti-gay = faggot. Sexual-orientationism!!)

♥_Merogol sesiapa
(Rape anyone)

What. The. Freaking. HELL? Girl's school, remember? If there's anyone who knows how a girl can rape a guy, be sure to let me know. *evil grin*

♥_Berzina
(Not sure what this means, but I think it means having sex or comitting inappropriate behaviour)

Whoa. Coolies. I didn't know we were so wild.

♥_Menyebabkan kematian seseorang secara tidak sengaja
(Accidentally kill someone)

Ok, how do you NOT accidentally kill someone? It was an accident, right? So unless you get premonitions, this is a complete oxymoron.

...and my favourite!!

Dan ini adalah peraturan yang baru,
anda dilarang membunuh orang.
(And this is a new rule,
YOU CAN'T MURDER ANYONE!!!)

You mean you could do that last year? Oh my god! What have I missed out on? *cries inconsolably*

Crazy shit-ass rule writers. But other than shitty rules, CBN is a kinda good school. (Can't sue for defamation, NYEH)

Oh yeah, and bloody puns didn't help the students ease up the stitches after all that laughing.

♥_...sesiapa yang ponteng sekolah selama 30 hari berturut...
BUANG SEKOLAH!!!
...sesiapa yang ponteng sekolah 60 hari berkala...
BUANG SEKOLAH!!!

(...anyone who plays truant for 30 consecutive days...)
(...anyone who plays truant for 60 days....)
THROWS AWAY THE SCHOOL!!! *snifflesnort*

Ok, ok, so what they meant was that you get expelled. But literal translation means you get to chuck the school in a garbage can! COOL.

As if that wasn't enough, after that came the Q&A session. Which is simply a display of stupidity um, the lack of intelligence of my beloved schoolmates.

Questions were written on a slip of paper and passed to the front for the teachers to read.
Answer were, well, answered by the teachers.

Q: Can we have a longer recess break?
A: Yeah, sure. *Hall erupts in cheers* ONLY if you stay back longer after school, since the government needs a certain amount of school hours blahblahblah...*Hall fills with yerrrs*

Q: What if we have the teachers ask us to run an errand in a shopping mall ...probably KLCC...? (since there's a rule of not leaving the school grounds)
A: WHERE GOT SUCH THING ONE???!! (Ok, ok, that wasn't exactly the answer. But it was similar, I swear...)

Q: Why don't you answer ALL the questions asked? (Lack of time, duh. And idiots like you just want to keep us in the hall longer until out butts go completely numb)
A: We got no masa, dear.

Q: Why don't you asnwer the questions about teachers and prefects, instead of answering all these STUPID questions?

Uh-oh. Teacher got really, really pissed at this point.

Anyway, it goes on. Don't wanna bore you. Maybe I already have, but whatever.
Enjoy the fact that there still are simpletons out there.

*Information is not deemed to be accurate. Author is suffering from chronic exaggeration compulsion syndrome.

Artificial beauty...is it cheating?

Yes it is. Most definitely. So you want people to think you're really pretty/handsome/cute/whatever. Will makeup do the trick? Yes, I hear you say. But what's the point in that then? It won't even be YOUR beauty. People won't be looking at YOUR face. They'll be looking at the gazillion grammes or so of disgusting chemicals on your face.

No, they're not looking at you. They're looking at picture of what magazines call perfection.

Liposuction = flat tum = gorgeous body in a bikini on the beach.

To me, liposuction = vanity & idiocy =a dumb-ass person who'd blow tons of cash of what could be used on profitable stuff, on a body that only lechers with super-charged hormones want to look at.

Plastic surgery = A great way to look like your favourite model/actor/actress/singer.

To me, plastic surgery = an unnecessary torture induced by psychopathic plastic surgeons to make a hefty profit out of a person's insecurity/vanity.

And you end up looking like some cheap knock-off of Britney Spears, Brad Pitt, or whoever.

Not to mention, plastic surgery can go horribly wrong and you may end up looking like Yoda instead of Luke Skywalker. You're risking your image (not to mention laying down a bundle of hard-earned cash) to look like some obviously fake poseur? That just shows how shallow this new generation is. Also how stupid.

What about boob implants?

Boob implants = A quick way to get that double D cup you've always wanted, ever since you saw Lindsay Lohan's boobies spring out of oblivion onto her chest.

To me, boob implants = An expensive way to look cheap.

AND you are risking your LIFE should one of your implants implode *shudder* and leak silicone all over your innards, leaving you with breast cancer. Worse still, you could end up looking like Jourdan or Tara Reid, with the saggy tribal-womanesque boobies dropping to your knees. Or lord forbid, that your boobs enter a room before you even come into sight.

Make-up = An easy way to look like a starlet (and cover up blemishes).

To me, make-up = A way for people to look picture perfect, or at least, what their idea of perfection is.

And what's wrong with a zit or two? You'd have to be a total freak, or have absolutely no testosterone (Yes, I'm implying something here, guys) to be completely pimple-free.

Not that I'm criticizing EVERYONE who wears make-up, hell, even my mom wears make-up. It's those who go completely bananas over the eyeshadow and lipstick and end up looking like an extra from a japanese horror movie. Or at best, look like someone sucker-punched you in the eye.

Straightened hair = A way to look like Avril Lavigne, or something.

To me, straightened hair = Something not to be tried by anyone who doesn't have gorgeous, thick hair, and an impenetrable aura of confidence.

If you do not have any of the above qualities, I suggest that you stay away from the rebonding technique, for fear that you end up looking like Samara, with limp hair that looks comically like the vegetables my maid cooks.

All in all, if you have done at least three of the above procedures, you are just one step away from being and android straight out of a sci-fi movie. No one can tell what you really look like anymore, you're THAT fake.

Just be yourself, and we'd all love you so much more. But whatever, I'm just stating my opinion. If you're really pissed off right now...

...I don't really care.

Go fiddle around some more with your eyeliner or something.

Finally!

Yes, I'm finally done. Moving my blog, that is. Only I didn't really MOVE it, I just started a new one. =)

It took me almost 6 hours fixing up the deco, and making little links for my friends' blogs. =P
The red background on the button is actually my new T-shirt for Chinese New Year, all scrunched up and photoshopped. ;o) Yay for multifunctional things!

Anyhow, my dear blogders, since this is blogspot and not friendster, you will not be receiving that ANNOYING notification email that you guys used to get everytime I updated or even edited my blog.

For my faithful readers: This is bad. Just bear with me and check back this page every few days or so, ok? Press Ctrl+D to bookmark this page, as the little marquee at the bottom of the page says.

For those who DON'T read my blog: One word. 'Hallelujah!' Good for you, I guess. *sour face*

Anyway, with blogspot, I can customize my blog the way I like it, instead of using friendster's boring old templates. And you know how I get bored pretty easily. So more good news, expect my layout to change every so often =D Then you won't get bored of my blog, right?

Well, I'm having my lunch now (pork ball noodles) and I don't want to splash soup all over my sister's keyboard and muck it all up, so I'm gonna get going now. =P

P.s. I'm watching you, so you'd better leave a comment! Let me know you're there. It's surprisingly confidence-boosting, ya know?

Successful move?

Welcome to my new blog...still fiddling with the settings. More later. ;o)