Neither did i do anything on Christmas Eve, nor on Christmas itself besides reading.
At least im occupied with something and not bore my skull out.
The last thing i would do is, count the cracks on the wall.
There will be no more sleep in till 6pm and...
yeah, i'd rather not list everything down because
just by having it drafted in my mind already leads me to tears.
Its even too horrify-ing to contemplate.
Ps: Nurul, go on and post it and imma do something you regret you even
EXISTED, you DUMB RETARDED HOMO FEELING walrus. :]
Gaawd, its like as though im dealing
with someone of a very limited intelligence.
Ennit?


Its not my fault there's no more plain paper at home, mom.
I just got hungry.
Thats all :]
PS : Oh chyeaah Khai~
Im goth, manz.
BE AFRAID.
I eat dead chicken feets and i drink blood in
mugs and i collect any coffin-shaped keychains
and im never happy
and and,
whatever else a goth does.
OH POWOWWW!
I IS GOTH, YOU IS JEALOUS YAW.
Nyaha.
Happy, Khai?

1. Do the following without complains.
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.
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Favourites.
Colour: Blue, Black, White, Brown.
Food: Steak.
Movie: I cant be arsed to list down everything. Hah! Enchanted maybe?
Sport: Netball, chyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Day of The Week: Friday.
Season: Winter perhaps.
Ice-cream: Chocolate.
Mood: Excited, lazy.
Taste: Define TASTE? :]
Clothes: Any plain coloured tee.
Desktop: Datamini? BAHA! Dont ask.
Toenail: Whaa?
Time: 1.12am
Surroundings: Quiet.
Annoyances: Sistuuur, sistuuuur and my sister.
Thoughts: Ive always wanted a Laptop, you see.
First.
BestFriend: My very first Bestfriend would be Rashidah.
She's the only girl i socialize with back then,
but i have no idea where she is now.
Nyahaha.
Crush: First crush, none. Yikes?
Movie: The parents trap. Boohoo.
Lie: First lie would be, i cheated in
a spelling test and told my mom that i aced it all by myself.
Music: Nursery rhymes. Didnt you say my "First"?
Lasts.
Cigarette: I dont, no.
Drink(Alcohol): Neither do i, no.
Car Ride: Yesterday.
Phone Call: Last two days. :]
CD Played: Now?
Have you ever.
Dated Your Best Friend: NOOOO.
That would make me... Im straight, love.
Broken The Law: I.. litter? Well, not anymore.
Well, not always.
Skinny-Dipped: O.O!! HAHAHA. I have never and
will never be nude in public. Woah.
Ever heard of Swimming suit?
Been On TV: Sadly, noo.
Kissed Someone You Don't Know: I was dared to kiss my cousin whom i dont know of
at actually. Kinky? Not a chance in hell. He smelled like batteries.
5 things you are wearing: Im only with 3 things now.
Black tanktop, bracelets, and
a weird checkered shorts.
4 things you've done today: Slept, watched tv, eat, read.
3 things you can hear right now: Everything by Micheal Buble.
Everything by Micheal Buble and Everything by Micheal Buble.
I have headphones on, so i hear none other than that.
1 thing you do when you are bored: Im glad that computers are invented.
5 people to do this.
1. Nina.
2. Nurul.
3. Khai.
4. Kaliesa.
5. Fatin.

There you go, FEDOURA. :]
Thats Helix girl for her.
HAHA.
Besides hearing two loud adults going
"I CANT BELIEEEEEVE, HADY WON!!! THE JUDGES DIDNT EVEN MENTIONED HIS NAME!!
BUT YEAH, GO HADY! WOHOOOO!!"
Yes that being said, Hady won Asian idol.
I did absolutely nothing today.
SOOOOOO, IM OUT.

Guide To Teacher Types

The Newbie: Fresh out of teacher's college, she's full
of enthusiasm and eager to bond with her students. Newbies are almost
always wonderful. Some of them are pretty hot, too.

The Legend: A great teacher. Makes class fun and interesting. Some legends
have gimmick, like they'll wear costumes or play the guitar, or have
a famous friend who comes to visit the class.

The Ogre:
It's hard to imagine why a person who hates kids would
go into teaching. I guess it's some sort of power thing.
Or maybe the ogre didnt always hate kids.
They come in both male and females varieties. As they age, it becomes
very hard to tell them apart.

The Enthusiast: This teacher loves her subject. And she wants you to love it.
Her class can be fun, but sometimes she goes way over the students' heads because
she knows so much.

The Lifer: He's putting in his time because he couldnt think of
any other way to kill twenty-five or thirty years. Doesnt hate kids.
Doesnt like kid. Doesnt really care. He shows up every day and
covers the material in the lesson plan, but he could just as well be attaching bolts on an assembly line.

The Lame Duck: A lifer who's about to retire. He has nothing to lose.
This can be good since he doesnt give out too much work. But its bad if you want to learn anything.

The Comic: All he wants to do is make the kids laugh.
This can be fun if his jokes are any good, or torture if they arent.
The young ones are usually okay. The older ones make jokes about stuff nobody
has ever heard of, like the old songs and ancient actors.

The Natural: Sometimes, you get someone who just flat-out loves to teach, and
is really good at it. No gimmicks. No bad jokes. When you get one,
CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY.

The school should add these handy teacher's
guides in the pupil's handbook to make it
much more interesting rather than having
to look at the same old wise unflattering
"Play by the book" rules with front views and back views headshots.
To be honest, they look more like a criminal rather than some random
disciplinary students, really.
I wonder if Principals ever have their
nose in something else other than
punishments, and paper work and whatever else a principal does.
Take blogspot for example, do they even snoop
to know whats going around the school.
Rumors, who's dating who's.
Gossips, Which teacher having an affair with who.
Oh well.
So which of these resembles your teacher?

TO NURUL :
Take That.
Take That.
Take That.
Take That.
TAKE THAT!!!!!!!

I can go on scribbling unwanted stuffs, still.
But im not that bad, you see. :]

Once Upon A Time..
Actually, it happened today.
Always know what you're going to order before reaching the counter or
you'll end up ordering something totally..say.. different.

Venue: Macdonald.
"Hi, what can get you?"
"Can i have a Zinger please?" i said, bluntly.
"ZINGER?!"
"Yes, zinger?" i repeat, frustratedly.
"Zingeeer?"
"Zinger! , no? Oh wait, umm.. can i
just have a McChicken instead?"
"That would be $2"
-Place burger on tray.
"Chilli sauce would be on the right"
"Can i have chilli sauce?" i asked.
"That.. would be to the right"
"OH, OH. HAH! Thank you."
-Flashes the sweetest grin.

Just then i realised that i had made a complete fool out of
myself by asking for a Zinger burger
when they only sell it at another outlet,
KFC.
Either ways, it still made my day because
i was starving eventhough ive been
labeled an idiot for the whole five minutes. :]
Oh well.
Customer's arent always right, you see.
Well, pretty much not in my case.

Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie By David Lubar.

Look it up.
Not joking.
You'll thank me someday.
Its a novel by the way.

I dreamt the weirdest dream, ever.
It was really hilarious, i could actually hear myself, laughing
in my sleep at the same time.
I cant even begin to imagine my mother, after having a big fight
with my father, stormed inside
my room, crying her hearts out
and then started to dance to the song
"We Are All In This Together."
Not just that, she ace in the dance moves itself.
HAHA!
I dont get the whole idea about my mom dancing
to some High School Musical soundtrack.
Of all the songs for crying out loud.
Heck, i have no idea on whats the purpose of it.
I dont have to worry seeing as it actually doesnt have any
purpose attached to it.
Psh chyeah.
Not like my mom is really going to dance to
"We're All In This Together"
after a big fight.
That would be a very disturbing and an
unpleasant sight measureless to men.
On a totally unrelated note,
There were no regrets in watching Enchanted twice.
Even if it means, two days straight in a row.
It's a truly kick-in-the-crotch, spit-in-the-back-of-the-neck
amazing movie.

My darn computer broke down for three days
which sucks in sooo many levels.
I kid you not.
I borrowed three books thinking that maybe
im gonna end up reading during the hols instead
but eventually there's a spare cpu and my daddeh got it
fixed but it was said that my hard disc on the old cpu.. had crashed.
Whatever "Had Crashed" means and that
everything that had been stored in it is... gone.
I am officially and utterly flabbergasted.
Its like, a teen slasher film gone terribly awry.
Like poof, gone.
Like completely empty, gone.
Like they dont exist in my life anymore, gone.
My pictures, the psp games.
PSP GAMES, gone.
My songs, MY SONGS ESPECIALLY are.. all gone.
Nothing.. Nada, zip.
So much for "We'll be together, forever", dear computer.
Put that aside.
Dearest Bestiie is about to be stolen by me,
and Enchanted, is what we shall be watching this friday.
Whoop-de-doo.

There you go.
Stacked professionally by
Dearest Bestiie, and she finally found the STAR in her instead.
And she screamed on the phone that i think, got me deaf
in the right ear when the notecards merely collapsed.
Yes, indeeed.
Today is one of those days that sucks in so
many levels, i cant even bring myself to comprehend.. today.
Oh well.
I came across this cover which has
this really cool yet funny, ken-like picture printed
on it which belonged to a book that i borrowed called
"Anatomy Of A Boyfriend".

Front cover.

Back cover.
The arrow pointing to the
head is written : Clueless.
Pointing to the mouth : Sweet Nothings.
The neck : Hickey Zone. [HAH!]
Oh those plastic, chest : Cold- Hearted.
The Hands : Dont Let Go.
The middle you-know-what : Terra Incognita.
The feet : Ready to run.
THE BUTT : IF ONLY HE CAME WITH INSTRUCTIONS.
Its pretty damned true if you ask me, well almost. :]