Not Fun Anymore

Today, I got news that my pet dog died, yesterday.

COD: stubbornness, refused to eat after puppies died.

Shih-Tzu by breed and re-named tao tao by my mom. It was a only 3 months ago that we got her from my aunt. Though stubborn, it’s actually a very smart dog. Really, a very smart dog.

May she go to a better place.

That’s what I’ve been doing these few days, save for the classes in between. That’s why I’m contemplating the closure of this blog. Pointless, really. I have nothing zany to say anymore, not that I had ever been zany anyway. But the monotony of my life has further dulled me into a square of toilet paper.

I’ve never really gone apeshit about things and even if I did, you’d never find out about it because I have a mind not to write potentially-trouble-causing stuff here.

And I’ve never posted a picture here because I am only a closet camwhore.

What else makes a blog?

Ahhh……

Yes, writing, posts, filler posts……….anything with words, just try to sound smart while doing it. The ultimatum is that I’m lazy and will only write if I’m not too lazy and am extremely bored at the moment. And, add this in, when the internet is zooming only will I write.

Anyway, even if I don’t feel like writing, I do love reading.

here are some of my favourites.

suanie.net

kennysia.com

shaolintiger.com

waiterrant.net

opinionistas.com

michaelooi.net

maddox (forgot the whole url, but he’s famous, just google it)

and lots more…. it’s just a bother looking up their site add and copying it over….even the above adds are not linked cos……it’s just too much trouble.

Ok, about the call thing in the last post, to her defence, she said her battery konked-out when she answered my called and was trying over and over to call me.

my advice: I can wait until you get back to a charging dock, dear. Just save me the frustration can?

anyway, the shittiest marshmallow i’ve ever tatsed was that from Hershey’s Mallowblast. It was damn shite ok. Don’t ever buy it. I felt like radioactive stuff was going down my throat eating it. 

The best, so far, was from markenburg or something. Available everywhere from Giant to Jusco, just look around.

it’s 7:55 pm now….. i don’t know what to eat for dinner and am damn hungry.

Comparatively, there is bad and there is worse. Good does not exist anymore, nevermind better. I’m talking about my ever failing self-restrictive measures to stop blurting out expletives.

Take for example today, I was hungry and got myself some kuihs from the coe foodcourt. Then I got to my car which was nearby, to leave my textbook and get the other one for the following class. And while walking towards the building’s side-door, I fumbled and dropped the pack of kuih….. on the tarred road. A hearty ‘Oh, Fuck!!’ followed. And the curry-puff rolled out of the plastic bag.

Oh, the pain……

Then at that split of the second, my mind went blank or rather, was on suspended animation, very slowly weighing out which mistake was more severe. May I add that there were a few innocent passers-by who might have never known that obscene but ubiquitous word, had I not say it out loud. I so phael……. -_-”

I just hope they won’t hate me for that.

Emm, anyway…… I was kinda pissed today. People close to me would know that I am kinda challenged when it comes to typing sms-es. I hate it, it hates me, whatever, I just prefer calling. And there was this particular thing that I wanted to tell my groupmate about the assignment that we’re working on and …..come on…. it’s about and assignment, would you figure that I have the fervency to type out every detail and the part of the assignment that I want to do and bla bla bla on that tiny little keypad which I have to push a button repeatedly to get a letter I want? And if I missed the sequence….Oh hell, then I would have to push it a few more times.

So, I called her. Naturally.

First, she didn’t pick up the phone.

Then she cuts my call.

Then, when she thinks she’s ready to make contact, she sms-ed me. Or miss-called me, whichever, can’t remember.

I took that as a ‘yes, I’m free now, call me’.

So I called again

she cut me off.

after 10 mins, she msg-ed saying some shit.

so I called.

and she cut me off.

I am so bloody pissed at this point.

I finally msg-ed her. Contents of msg:

“Then, I’ll talk to you later la k”

She bloody msg-ed me again, saying some shit.

I ignored her msg.

You see the shit I had to go through with ppl who don’t know basic phone call courtesies?

Don’t bloody cut my call because I will bloody know it if you do.

If you’re not free, I’ll understand and will call you back if you miss call me. If not, you could just bloody call me back when you’re done with whatever shit you’re doing.

When I ignore your msg, it’s either whatever you’re saying is too trivial, deemed by me, thus making have no urge to sms/call you back or I’m busy with something. And if I decided to call you back, you had better bloody answer the phone.

I only msg when my mood is bloody fine, which rarely happens.

So you think I’m a difficult person?

yeah, whatever, live with it.

I have the saddest excuse of a blog, I’ve never denied that fact. I like it the way it is. Do you see any blogrolls at the sidebar? Have you ever seen the number of comments in a post reach more than 5, save for the time my bro was wreaking havoc? I’m not proud of my blog. The posts are not thought provoking nor are they funny enough. It’s just where I voice what I feel. And obviously, I don’t feel that much, thus explaining the lack of updates nowadays.

Privacy is one thing I value very much. Before this blog, I have another one which had gone through name-change and such to keep it unknown. Yes, when you can google my name and arrive at my blog, then it’s time for another name-change.
Seriously, sometimes I think I’m a teeny weeny bit paranoid of being found out. It is the internet and there’s no way you could post something on it and pray that it would be kept to you and your soul only.

B: I know I had no right to ask you to take down the link from your site because it is your site after all. But I thank you for doing it *ahem* so graciously. *muahhaha*

I hate it when I’m feverish and having sore throat.

I’ll have light-headedness and the back of my eyes will hurt.

Hate it!!Hate it!!

Sial!!

Urghh….. no mood habis.

Did you know that undies cost a bomb??

I didn’t know until I went shopping for them just now… bloody hell, even though I wasn’t the one paying for it……it was still painful. The only consolation was that I only need four sets of them like every one and a half years. Bet you didn’t need to know that..heheh…

So, I think you’ve guessed by now that my undies had been bought by my mom all along. I think she’s quite amazing to figure out my size even though I wasn’t there to try them out. It was embarrassing though, when the salesgirl asked me for my size and I can only mutter ‘errr…..hold on, I have to ask….err…my mom….’. *wince*

So it’s a new year.

So I have new undies now.

And I know my size now.

But it wouldn’t be long until I forget it and had to repeat the scene above.

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Oh well, moving on.

I have something to rant about actually. But this is just not the time. I will have to observe this particular person more intently before coming to a long overdue but well-researched rant-piece. At this point, I can only tell you that he’s one of those who always say ‘No problem, I can hentam my own race. I see their faults and I’m not afraid to voice it out!’.

Sure thing, darling. It’s only admirable when you have actually the right place and time and not to mention the right issue and points of argument to proceed with. Don’t just bark like a mad dog, it’s futile and will only make yourself look bad.

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Anyways…..

I hope that this year, 2007, I will better myself. In aspects that only I know. If I ever screw up,  you’ll get to read it here.

Happy New Year, you!!