Mystery google

:)

I read on MLIA all the time about how people go on Mystery Google and find funny stuff like "Get me out of school! *name* *school number*" and people actually call up the school and make up some random excuse to get the guy out of school.

@__@

Okay okay let me explain.

MLIA (acronym fo My Life is Average) is a website where people post up little anecdotes of their life that they find amusing or unusual.

Recently, there have been a lot of posts like this:

Curious, I went to find out how Mystery Google works.

The web page looks like this:

Basically, when you type something into the search box and google it, what turns up is not an answer to your query, but the last thing a person searched on google.com.

It's pretty random and is a good time-killer.

However, lately there have been people with the idea of searching their number or email in google with a task for the person who mystery googled them to do.

Here's what I got:

fav harry potter quote *phone number*

Being skeptical about the authenticity of the little stories on MLIA, I texted the number with one of the few HP quotes I remember:

"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."

Within minutes, I received a reply:

":D thank you! that made my night, kind sir or madam..."

Haha! It made my night too! I guess people actually do ask for pretty random stuff :)

Yea, don't lecture me about giving my number out to strangers. It's just once, for fun :D

The person lives in Brisbane :) I made a new friend today!

:D Cheers.

Today is not a good day

Don't know if it's the hormones or something.

I'm starting to hate myself for having bad thoughts about my friends. I hate spiteful people and I would hate it even more if I became one.

I can't help it. Negative thoughts just keep popping into my head and I'm immediately repulsed by them, but they just keep coming.

I don't want to turn into the person that brings everyone down - whether with a sour face, a sulky disposition or constant negative remarks over every single thing.

Maybe it's just jealousy that I'm no longer my lecturer's golden student, but I never used to be a jealous person. What happened?

I should be glad that my friends are finally doing better than I am. I guess I should learn how to manage the emotional impact of losing people's favour.

But it really hurts when I get back project after project of mediocre marks - still a distinction but barely. I can call myself lucky because I have a niggling feeling that my lecturers are giving me pity marks because they know I haven't been up to my usual standard due to some emotional issues.

I would have dearly loved to blame Amanda for insisting on working at home before class time whilst holding on to my printed projects that needed to be assembled before presentation.

But she did take the time to help me print them and buy the materials for me so I told myself to stop being such an ungrateful bitch and wonder why she can't assemble her work in class so I can finish it too, instead of coming after 2 pm which was the appointed presentation time.

I had a student meeting that day and couldn't do my printing so she did it for me. I thought she would meet me at class so I can assemble it within the 15 minute frame after my meeting and before my presentation.

But no, she decided to assemble it at her apartment because she was more comfortable there. So. I couldn't finish my project and ended up being really flustered and gave the WORST presentation of my life due to nerves.

But I thank my class for being extremely supportive and empathetic. And also to my lecturer for trying to understand the circumstances. She remarked that this was the most disorganized she had ever seen me and it was extremely unlike me to be unprepared for a presentation.

I dropped my lighting model. My torch fell and rolled across the floor. My development book fell apart cause the recently printed pictures were not glued in properly yet.

Blablabla.

I was a total wreck. It didn't help that my heart wasn't really in it as well.

I shouldn't be sour and I really hate myself for silently blaming it on Amanda. But when she got perfect marks - 100/100 while I barely made the distinction mark...

Lately, the lecturer has been giving her near full marks.

94

97

100

I still remember feeling so cheated after I stayed up 2 extra hours after I finished my assignment to help her with hers - until 5 freaking am and she got a better mark.

I start to wonder what's the use of me helping others when I'm just going to go without thanks nor recognition.

Then the better part of me instantly gives myself a tight slap upside the head. She's my friend. Why WOULDN'T I help her? And truly benevolent person does not expect anything in return.

But yeah.

I've had such a fucking shitty night and a shitty day.

My boiler cracked and it was pouring steaming hot water all over my carpeted room. I had to move everything out while some of the clothes on my closet floor got soaked and I had to sleep on the couch at almost 5 am after the plumber left around 4 something.

I went to class sleep-deprived and generally moody because I've been getting my latest assignment marks back and they were way below my standard.

I spent the day watching her gleefully converse with her whole family who have managed to secure tickets to visit her in Melbourne next May and June, get 100 on her lighting project and generally have a really nice day.

Then my Design Comm lecturer said she printed the wrong picture for her final for the yearbook cover. She forgot to pdf it and the lecturer saw a different version in his email inbox than the one she had and so it wasn't the one he was expecting her to hand in.

I would have been a little bit more sympathetic if it hadn't happened before 3 assignments ago.

I mean I'm so bad as to go around gloating at her misfortune. I really felt sorry for her. I did.

That is until she started walking around with a black face and loudly complaining I NO MOOD ALREADY I NO MOOD ALREADY.

I felt like screaming no fucking mood for WHAT?

I'm the one with the fucking flooded room.

I'm the one who has to sleep on the hard couch with a fly buzzing around the whole night.

I'm the one who had to stay up til late until the plumber went home.

I'm the one whose boyfriend couldn't get tickets to come and visit me.

I'm the one who got fucking shitty marks for nearly every assignment in the past 2 months without adequate explanation for my lecturers.

AND YOU'RE WHINING NON-STOP ABOUT A POSSIBLE DISTINCTION+ AND NOT A HIGH DISTINCTION?

Girl, please.

I feel so incredibly bitchy.

I'm not really upset over losing the golden girl status.

I'm more upset with my reactions to it.

I can't help having all these horrible thoughts and I hate it.

I don't want to become a petty person.

Life is never fair. I have to learn that life can't be all about justice and equality.

Just do what you can to help your friends and yourself and move on.

That's the best we can do.

So why am I feeling so torn between the feeling of whacking her, then whacking him, then banging my head repeatedly until it cracks and the feeling that I'm an extremely spiteful and ungrateful person?

Half of me is sour over the circumstances.

The other half is hating myself for being sour.

I feel like I'm becoming a worse and worse person as time passes.

*cracks head against wall*

*glows*

:D :D :D

I love you, baby!

kamona loves snowbunnie always heh heh heh ^______^

Very long random but INTERESTING post (Heh. Heh.)

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

GG. I'm doomed!

Oh well. Anyway it says in the 9th and final circle of hell we will be frozen eternally with our eyes and mouth shut.

Isn't that better than the 8th circle where we get burned, torn apart, boiled, inflicted with horrible diseases and wade around in puddles of shit?

???

I mean, I think I'd rather be cold than tortured lo. But I'd much rather have neither. :)

Anyway, I found that test while reading Xiaxue's archives. I was bored and those wu liao sites like Perez and IMMD weren't updated and I was hunting for interesting stuff to read so I went to read her archives lo.

Although I may not agree with everything she says, I really love her sense of humour and her opinions and blablabla.

Whatever.

Better than all the shitty commercial bloggers nowadays. Who wants to read 2342 PROFESSIONAL bloggers with their SHINY DSLRs blogging about their VIP All-American Rejects concert experience, basically sucking on their asses even though some of those uncles have probably never heard of the band prior to this concert.

Bah. I complain so much. Maybe I'm just jealous because they have 5239x the amount of readers and hits and have sponsors and all that shit.

NOT.

I'd much rather be writing about myself than getting paid and looked up to for reporting on stuff that they were paid (or felt obliged to their readers) to.

*frown*

Anyway, today I went to some games convention with Jimmy at the Royal Exhibition Building - a mere 5 mins walk away else I wouldn't have woken up at 12 to walk to some bloody faroff place.

DAMN SAD LA.

The convention was from Friday to today (Sunday) and when my sis went on Saturday she got like a shitload of free stuff - T-shirts, hugeass bigger-than-A1 posters, handphone holders, dogtags and that kind of cool geek stuff.

What did I get today?

Erm. I bought 11 Desktop: magazines for 20 bucks which I am SO HAPPY ABOUT (finally I have something to read!) but the point is I didn't get any free stuff.

SIGH.

I walked passed an anime mag stall and the guy was like waving at me to come over but I didn't want to so I tried walking past indifferently but he was holding out a magazine which I thought was free (NOT) and decided to layan him when all I wanted to do is grab free stuff and go.

Hi, do you like anime?

Err no, eh yes, um maybe. I mean I do watch anime but I'm not some huge fan or something. I only watch if my friends watch with me (NOT TRUE. I watch anime with my mom HA.) So is this a magazine stall?

Yea. This is blablabla magazine which has blablabal stuff and blablabalbaalbalbalbal...if you buy it here you can even get a poster free! /gestures to Full Metal Alchemist poster

-lost interest the moment I found out it wasn't free but decided to make small so as not to appear like a cheap cheena girl coming to collect free stuff only- ERRR so what anime do you recommend?

FMA is really good.

Watched already.

-he ignores me and goes on- You can watch it online at blablablabaldotcom...

Hey, I have the full set of DVDs at home -_-

HUH? I thought you said you don't like anime?

I said, I watch it with my friends.

Oh...-starts chatting-

AHH. Anyway I came here to look around and play with stuff, byebye thank you! -smiles sweetly and waves-

Shit. Wasted 2 mins of my time.

Watched a 1v1 CS Source tourney and some 13 or 14 year old looking boy (Pixel) beat the crap out of much older teenage/adult guy (Dewal? Dewan? Donno don't care.)

See? We cannot be ageist. I see some ppl scolding younger players online telling them, go sleep la, past your bedtime. Don't come here and be a noob etcetc.

I forgot what point I was going to make.

Anyway I don't like CSS as I complained to my bf that it is damn fake and easy to kill/die. 2 far range shots from the AK to and armored body also can die.

One headshot from DAMN DAMN far by some ciplak gun also die. Cheepet! So easy to kill, play what?

Then Sam owned me by saying, eh, real life you kena one bullet to head also die. What fake la?

-silence-

Okay. Whatever. CSS is for graphic-loving sissies! Play 1.6!

Eh. Bf habis the Dante's Inferno test also.

[森] الحبّ ستيفاني says:

*The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 8 times.

The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge

[Stephanie] says:

ME TOO

ok

we're together

*___*

Meh. Such a cavalier attitude towards eternal damnation. Too bad I don't believe that a fictionalised test on a website with shitty graphics can dictate my fate after I die.

But nvm. As long as we're together. :D That's how much I sayang him, ahaha.

Anyway, at the convention there was a cosplay competition and there was an angmoh girl dressed up in this lace-up corset dress thing and HOLY SHIT BIG BOOBIES ALERT!

As she walked down the stage they started bouncing joyfully, happily accentuated and squeezed obscenely by those black laces.

Boingboingboing.

I see fat rippling on the surface of her boobs.

I think one boob is the size of my head.

O_O

And as she descended from the stage, grinning happily (SMUG BITCH I KNOW YOU GOT BIG BOOBS LA T__T) the WHOLE CROWD (97% male) turned and followed her movement down the stage.

HAHA.

Like a school of tetras at the fish shop following the movement of your hand when you swipe it across the tank.

Admit it, you enjoy doing that right? Watching those dirt-sized-brain school of fish following you brainlessly (I know that makes no sense) as you gloat smugly over your superior intelligence.

Well, that's probably the feeling that Ms.BigBouncyBoobs gets when she prances around proudly displaying her god-given (gene-given?) assets.

And I don't blame her.

I get the same kick when I run around in minishorts and girls are glaring hatefully at my legs (which I think are really too skinny and bony and spotty to be sexy but girls with self-proclaimed thunderthighs still get jealous of them so I like them) while old men (and some young HEH HEH) stare lustily.

Ha.

I don't care if you think I'm some hiao ah lian dressing skimpily to try and cow (kao) guys - I have Sam already ok that's all I need.

Or that I managed to attract my boyfriend by flashing 10 excessive inches of thigh. Go die la.

If you must know, when we were in the cowing phase I went out with him with greasy uncombed hair and unshaved legs and guys t-shirts and hideously baggy house pants that I used to adore when I was 11.

If you don't believe me I have photographic evidence la:

HAHA. FUCKING UGLY D: Some Thailand t-shirt and ah beng shorts! See those 2 lenglui next to me? Miniskirt, tight jeans, tight top. Wtf I epicfailed.

See? When I wanna cow guys I dress damn horribly. So that I know that it's not my appearance in any way that they are falling for and mistaking for true love.

Some may argue that CHEH this is not paktor also, going out out with friends ma (albeit with the guy I want.)

But you ask him la, went we paktor what kind of shitty stuff I wear. Don't even wash my oily face before I go out. GG.

Anyway, before you start thinking that I look that horrible all the time, here's a normal, pretty picture of me with my big big anime eyes, petite nose and cute kissable lips:

HAHAHA!

Mac's photo booth is a horrible, horrible application D: *feigns distress*

I digress.

Although I still think I'm not pretty and cute and feminine, there are some days where I go OH THANK GOD I DON'T LOOK LIKE HER! Which appears to be very bitchy but I'll bet that most of you do it too - you just deny it.

:o

I mean which guy wants to look at Rowan Atkinson and think OH he's so handsome I wish I was born with a stunning face like his!

Or any girl looking at Jocelyn Wildenstein and saying OH what a beauty!

Surely you're thinking somewhere deep down inside (or really not that deep):

THANK GOD I'M NOT HER.

There you go. Hypocritessssss.

OHHHHHH I almost missed the point I wanted to make.

So I was talking about big-boobied girl and telling my bf that these few days I've seen so many angmoh girls walking around with no bra!

Yes I know it's hot, but please! Us girls inferior in the chest area do not want to see your succulent, rippling globes of sexy fat!

I know guys will surely love it but! But! But!

HOW CAN YOU NOT WEAR YOUR BRA OUTTTT D:

On that note, I was rushing out to meet my sis at Safeway for grocery shopping. I grabbed the trolley, locked the front door and rushed down the stairs.

Then the wind blew and I felt rather chilly.

Something was not right.

I looked down and GASP! I FORGOT TO WEAR MY BRA!

WHAT THE FUCK!

-scurries back up to put it on-

My boyfriend was laughing like hell.

Damn.

Complain about ppl then sendiri also buat. -_______________-

But I think my boobs are small enough to go unnoticed if I really wore no bra out lor.

Summore wearing black t-shirt.

Geez.

-_-

Okay. This post is too bloody long already.

Good night :)