Okay. This is my 100th entry. Shall I celebrate it by posting lots and lots of my pictures?

Or shall I dedicate this entry to someone like Polly, whom I owe a testimonial since 2 yrs ago?

Or shall I type my normal craps and do the above at 200th and 300th entry?

Tough choice. I think I’ll change my banner.

Random picture :

*Taken by KY, editted by Frankie and posted by me!(duh)*

Maybe a proper entry late tonite.

Bye.

Last nite, I was on my way walking towards the entrance of the block of condo I was staying when I heard :

“Oi Ah moi. Jangan pakai macam itu. Nanti saya rogol awak”.
(Direct translation : Oi, girl. Dont wear like that. Later I rape you.)

Wtf?

I held my head up tried to see where the voice came from. Then I saw an indian dude on a bike, looking at me. He said that, to me.

Three things came into my mind.

i) Show him my middle finger and walk off.
ii) Tell him to stay there and not walk away while I call the police(he just threaten me!)
iii) Walk off without doing anything.

Yes. You all have guessed it right. I walked off without doing anything. I’m a coward, remember? And yes! I am bitching bout it here again. I was furious. If I blogged about this last night, immediately after the incident, I think I would have cursed his whole family and the next few generations. But I am not furious now. So cursing his family will do. *curses silently*

Owh btw, here is a picture of what I wore.

*Excuse the blur picture. My room is too messy to be seen by the public*

Come on. It was a short sleeve shirt with a pair of shorts. The pair of shorts wasnt even that short.

Argh. Fcker.

Bye.

*click on it to enlarge*

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Okay. I lied. That picture is photoshopped. But hey. I am going to look like that in no time, considering my eating habit for now. Someone put a bullet in my head.

*excuse my poor photoshopping skill*

I want to bitch about something.

So I was at SS15’s McD drive through, having my lunch. It was pretty packed. There was this lady walking around asking the customers if they wanna refill their drinks(coke). She passed by me several times but did not once stopped and ask if I wanted to refill my drink. I was drinking coke too!

I then started to observe her. She only served tables with guys. She even flirted with a middle-age man in front of the wife! I was quite bothered. Not that I wanted a refill badly, its just that the fact that she did not ask me if I wanted a refill made me felt ignored and I didnt like it.

But of course, being a coward, I did not do anything lah. All I can do is come home and bitch about it here. *sigh*

Sometimes I think I am a lil abnormal. Urm… my brain works a lil slower, to be exact.

Scenario A :

Was at a friend’s place; a bunch of us were going out to eat.

A : Eh, you sent your car here ar?
me : No lah. I drove here.
A :*shows me a puzzled face*

.:Minutes later:.

me : Eh! No no! I sent my car here.

I thought A asked me how I got to my friend’s place. It did not occur to me that he was asking how I got my car here from Sarawak. Of course, they all laughed.

Scenario B

Phone batt was low and I couldnt charge it coz I wasnt at home.

me : Aiya. My phone is dying. Can you call me tomorrow to wake me up?
B : *busy with work* Okay.

.:Minutes later:.

me : My phone is dead. *sigh*
B : Your phone is dead? Then how am I going to call you tomorrow?
me : Yeahor…

Scenario C

I am going to swim later but this occur just now.

*this is a conversation between me and myself*

Me : I want to shower lah.
My Brain : But you are feeling lazy! So dont go.
Me : But I want to shower!
MB : Haiya. Later lah.

.:Minutes later:.

Me : I am going to shower.
MB : I said later!
Me : Now is later already what!
MB : You orang gila. Later you’re going to swim. Now shower for what?!
Me : Owh yea…

My brain lags so often. But that doesnt make me a laggard, okay! No. I am not a laggard. I am not

long hair!! GRRRRRR. Shyt. So angry now.

I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back. I want my long hair back.

*goes insane*

Was looking at my old pictures…. Saw how long my hair was and how short it is now. *sobs* Plus I looked better with long hair! I want my long hair back
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Straight or curly, long hair still looks better than short(I think lah)! Picture of short hair can be found here. Lazy to upload more pictures. Thats quite sometime ago. The length of my hair now is urm….weird. Not long enough to be called long hair and is too long to be called short hair. Hate it. GRRR!!!

Havent got the time to blog properly. Been quite busy recently, with personal stuffs… Dont even log into msn that often anymore… For my local friends, you know my number when you need to contact me. For oversea friends, you know my personal email address. As for potential friends, there is an email address published at the side.

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I mean…. I want to blog when I have time but….but…My mind is always blank when I get the time to blog! So, sorry lah. Be patient and wait lah, if there is someone waiting for me to update. If there is someone lah.

*sad*

Apparently no one knew whats the message behind my previous post. Polly, you will not get it if I did not ask you to look hard and harder!

So yea. The word F-U-C-K is hidden in there. The only capitalised letters. Heh. I know its rather lame but heck. I needed to decrease my stress level.

By the way, CaLz said that he liked my profile picture in my xanga blog. So I’ll share it here. Its photoshopped a lil tho. Original can be found here.

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Shytz. Its May already. Time flies. Many projects need to be handed in this month. Frigging busy. I feel like swearing(I am in fact swearing in real life; I just swear too fast for me to type them down).

Anyway, heres the story.

One fine day(many yrs ago), my aunt sent me to my english tuition class. So she parked at the parking space which was parallel with the sidewalk of the shopshouses(where the tuition centre was located). I got down, joined my friends whom were chatting at the sidewalk. I was backfacing my aunt’s car so I didnt know if she left already or not.

*chat chat chat*

I felt a strong blow at my knee and I almost fell down. Wtf kicked me?, I thought to myself. I turned around and found my aunt’s back bumper inches away from me. Oh my. My aunt just knocked me while reversing the car.

I was confused. Took me a few seconds to digest what just happened. When I heard my friends giggling at me(OR my aunt), I felt embarassed. So we moved behind a little to allow my aunt to reverse the car better.

*continues to chat*

I felt another strong blow at my knee. I turned around really confused and found my aunt’s back bumper inches away from my knee again! WTH! Was she doing it on purpose?, I thought. I brushed off that idea as soon as the fact that she got her license after the 9th driving test she sat, crossed my mind.

To not let the history repeat itself for the third time, I went into the class leaving my friends behind, giggling.

It was really embarassing. Told my mum later and she couldnt stop laughing at me(not with me; I wasnt laughing).

The end of the trilogy.