V-A-L-E-N-T-I-N-A

Not ValentinE or ValentinO.

Cant you people read or pronounce properly?

Cant you people even listen properly?

Despite how clearly I write or pronouce my name, you still get it wrong. wth?

p/s : Going back to Kuching tomorrow! Hah!

If only my life is as peaceful and as graceful.

Will not be blogging for a sometime from now on. But I think I will blog a lot more often when I get back to Kuching. Blah.

Not in a good mood now.

So angrifying.

Geram!

*ROAR!*

Long time ago(during previous world cup, I think) I heard the lamest football joke ever. Its a question actually. Then you will have to spend sometime to think of the answer and eventually get it wrong and anticipate for the right answer.

Heres the question.

“Why is each half of a football match 45mins long?”

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Answer : Each football team has 11 players. Each player carries 2 balls. Sum up to 22 balls a team which makes 44 balls for both teams. Plus the football, there are 45 balls playing on the field. Hence 45 mins.

Now. Do not say that I am lame. I heard it from someone too, okay?

Goodnight.

So a few days ago my mum called me and told me that she would be arriving at 12.45pm friday(today) and told me to be at KLIA at 1.15pm to pick her up.

“No problem!”, I said.

I was supposed to get up at 9am today to clean my room, wash my car and bring some stuffs from the boyfriend’s place back to my place. But somehow, someone’s bed was so nice I woke up at 11pm. Surfed a lil, chatted a lil, got myself dressed and my phone rang.

The LCD screen outside showed my mum’s smiling face.

“Hello!”

“MUM! U’RE HERE ALREADY?!”

“Yea! Somehow the plane arrived earlier.”

“BUT ITS ONLY 12!”

So I practically flew home and cleaned my room and simply tidied my room.

*Phone rang at 12.20pm*

“Where are you?”

“Oh! I am on my way. Went to pump petrol”

“Okok. I am at gate 4.”

*hung up, locked door and dashed to lift*

I reached at 1.20pm. Got scolded like mad. Heh.

Lesson Learnt : Do not pick up phone when you knew that it will bring you trouble.

I think I must have done something really bad to the mosquitoes when I was a kid and made myself into their history and since then all their grandchildren, great grandchildren, great great grandchildren and all have been taught to attack me whenever they smell me, throughout the country.

They will only bite me even when I am with a crowd. Whats worse is they wont bite my mum even when she wears shorts and I wear long pants! They always target me. My mum’s words of comfort often fail to work too.

me : arrggghhhh!!! Maaaa! The mozzies keep biting me! *whines*
mum : Bite them back lah.
me : …..

Atfer this incident, I have tried my best to kill all the mozzies in my sight and will laugh evilly whenever I do. Makes me feel damn good(but that doesnt happen frequently). Here I am now, getting bitten all over my legs and very much to my annoyance, I cant see them!

I am angry! *roaaarrr*

I wish someone could make me really sick now so I can skip my exam later.

I am so sleepy now that I cant remember a single point.

Someone. Anyone. With that kind of gift…please. Help me out. I buy you dinner, okay?

I HATE MARKETING. GO DIE!

So Char tagged me for a meme. I am normally NOT tagged for any meme. So kind of her to tag me so that I have something to blog about. Btw, she is my junior in high school. Green Road Secondary School rocks.

Okay. Enough craps.

Here goes the “8 things I want in a lover” meme.

Oh btw, here are the rules of the meme?

* The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
* Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
* Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
* If you are tagged the second time.There is NO need to do this again.
* Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

1. Okay. So my lover is a guy. Pity my mum if my lover is a girl. She has a weak heart and an old fashion mind.

2. Patience :- I have a very bad habit. I tend to blame my boyfriend whenever I feel fat despite him trying to stop me from eating extra food, all the time. Well, I blame him for many other stuffs too. Though I am clearly the one causing all the hassle. *grin*

3. Caring :- Well, I am a very whiny girl. Been a daddy’s girl before he passed away and moved on to be a mummy’s girl. I still am, btw. I would cry when I fall sick and will constantly ask for mommy(she is now so far away >.<). So my lover will have to be extra caring and take care of me. Well, like bring me warm soya milk when I feel cold and have headache.

4. Passionate :- I’ld feel unloved if I get one kiss or one hug less, each day. I expect a hug or a kiss or even a squeeze in return when I do any of those. I think those little actions are very sweet. But playing with my fat stomach constantly is not.

5. Loyalty :- What is a relationship like without loyalty from both sides? Yes, there are girls everywhere he turns and I cant stop him from looking at them(unless I make him blind but he wont be able to see me too if I do that. So no). But telling me about them or discuss about whats appealing and whats not about other girls WITH(not with his friends, behind me) me is a good sign, I guess.

6. Honesty :- Although honesty is not always the best policy, I would stil prefer to know whats going on in his mind. At least I dont have to guess. You girls out there know how tiring it is. But telling me that I am fat is not included. I am not fat. I am healthy.

7. Humour :- I will NEVER date a guy who cant make me laugh. I like guys who can make me laugh all the time. With his lame jokes or silly looking dance moves, as long as I laugh!

8. Maturity :- Cant stand childish guys. I mean I am childish(somestimes only) enough. What will two childish adults look like together? Retarded adults. Imagine two adults stomping their feet on the ground, pointing at something, whining. *ahem* Lets not stray away. So yea. Maturity. Someone whom can make simply decisions for me(like where to eat and I reject them one by one until he mentions the one I like), someone whom can make me feel secure; maturity = security(for me lah), someone whom will not argue with me over little things.

I can go on and on but I am only limited to 8 things. Now, who do I tag? I dont know. Can I like violate the rules a little and tag everyone I linked on the right hand side of my blog? Yes? I wont be fined? Good. I tag everyone on the right hand side. Have fun.