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Sunday, July 27, 2008
OH MY GOD, I'M UPDATING


OH MY GOD, MY INTERNET CONNECTION ACTUALLY LOADED THIS PAGE!!

I have updated in like forever only because of my SHITTY connection these days. Seriously, it takes nearly 15 minutes to load a damn page. And my computer has been infected with virus. AND, my Streamyx is hating me. I don't how I live. THE INTERNET GODS HATE ME!!!!

Talking about other Gods, the SALSA GODS HATE ME!!!!!! Stupid bitch with long hair, Sammie came over just now so I could help her with her long-delayed EST project (which I screwed up, oops sorry), stayed up till 12 talking about crap and have decided to name that Desmond stealing bitch Old Jeans. Because she wears old jeans that ride low on her hips and polo shirts that are too small and ride high up to her stomach thus exposing LOTS of flesh to D. THAT POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND STEALING MOTHERF*CKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

see, it's not my fault he's so cute and funny. :) D, Don't go breaking my heart....

Tons of things are happening. The MTV contest, the AFS results, Golden Jubilee concert, Inessa's pot luck, D-days, clothes shopping, watching Dark Knight. But I haven't blogged about them because....

MY INTERNET SUCKS. And now I'm lazy. So until my internet has decided to be good and behave (like today), I'm signing off. I have yet to rant about irritating people in my life. School, dance class, people I've met but never kept in touch for obvious reasons (KRYSTLE'S STALKER, gawd even her comments make me cringe), tuition, in McDonald's....URGH.

So till next time, (and hopefully soon...)

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Saturday, July 05, 2008
Trapped Between A Rock and A Hard Place


I seriously am the BM peribahasa "seperti katak di bawah tempurung" personified. Just discovered Timbaland's "The Way I Are" song today after repeatedly listening to it in the Curve and was shocked to find out it was released last year.

Gawd, I'm seriously...






It doesn't beat LOVEJUICE though. ;D

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9:32 AM


Killing Me Softly


My computer may be back but my Streamyx connection sure damn as hell aint. I don't what I'm using right now but turns itself on everytime I start the computer and calls itself Local Are Connection - whatever that is. What pisses me off too is that it is EXTREMELY SLOW. Killing me, KILLING ME SOFTLY.

More updates of my life. New haircut; this time I went to my mother's usual stylist in One Utama, Nick. I'm definitely using him as well now instead of the usual place in Amcorp. For one thing, he speaks ENGLISH, and he UNDERSTANDS what I want my hair to look like. *gasp!*

More stress from Sabina, I have officially quit the Golden Jubilee. Ganbatte to everyone else. I shall be in the audience watching from my RM30 seat. :( Rachel, Vivian and I are going shopping tomorrow for dresses to wear as well as to sing our hearts out in karaoke. This session is definitely to make up for the nightmare that was the afternoon after Ceriathon. I would not like to elaborate anymore.

Went to watch Wanted with Sammie and her friend Shaun today. I found out that some boys are useless. Anyway, Sammie drove us (with her parents too, duh) and oh so conveniently forgot to turn off her headlights. Stuck in Cineleisure waiting for the mechanic to come over and jumpstart her car. Ohoho. See, this is what happens when we pray to the Shoe Gods. We have to compensate somewhere. :(

That's not the point though, point is JAMES MCAVOY IS FREAKING HOT. I'd even wager to say he's hotter than BEN BARNES. Yes, *THAT* hot!! Go watch WANTED! What are you waiting for? It's awesome, I went just for James McAvoy alone and ended up squealing, holding my breath and bopping along to the hot ass soundtrack playing in the background. Oh, and not to mention James and Angelina fans get their money's worth. Angelina gets a naked scene (well her naked back anyway) and James is all hubba hubba hot, all wet and ripped and half naked in jeans and in a beat up black leather freaking jacket.

See? Look at me! I can't even type out a proper sentence because right now I'm all giddy just thinking about James' hotness half-naked wielding a damn gun with that hot ass music playing in the damn background. By the way, if anyone knows the title of the song playing in the closing credits, please let me know. :) thanks.

Yesterday was also fun I guess. Hung out at Vivian's for awhile but not long enough. Then Krystle came over for a while too. And after tuition I went over to Ines' for her potluck party and kicked ass in Taboo. Well, I'd like to think so.


Overall as you can see, this post is not at all coherent or making any sense. But I think it's obvious I'm having a fun-filled exciting weekend. Or so I'd like to think. I hope I'll start posting more regularly and coherently and not so sporadically. Hope.

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7:17 AM