My poor, poor ego! )=

My ego just got seriously battered about an hour ago. Mr Herbalife came and talked to me about healthy eating and he had this really awesome weighing machine that does not only weigh your mass, but also your water retension, fats, bone calcium and all that. One very interesting thing is, it got to measure my internal age too. Yes, I am 17, but apparently my body is.....

39 years old! Oh my God I am an old woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much Mr Herbalife. I know what you told me is immensely helpful for me to have a healthy life and such, but 39! That is like, DOUBLE my actual age!

And I guess in hopes to convince me to buy his product, he sort of said something along the lines of, "I bet, if you use our product, you'll look pretty. 100%."

And I was like, So you meaning to say I am not pretty la now?????????????

But of course I didn't say that. But my ego.......destroyed..... T___T

That is why I made the ultimate and totally unimaginable decision of.....

Going jogging tomorrow with Chew Kit.

DON'T LAUGH PLEASE.

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Update! Update! Update! Update!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No time ma. ):

I am very, very upset. ):

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One of my favourite Hollywood couples has split up! ): They are T.R. Knight and Mark Cornelson. I cannot believe this. I thought that they would work out despite the 16-year gap in their ages but I guess I was wrong.

T.R. Knight, 36, mentioned recently that he wanted to adopt a baby. And soon after, he and Mark broke up. ): I am not saying that their break-up has anything to do with the baby thing, but think about it.

T.R.'s 36, and it's everything right for him to adopt a child, but do you think 20-year-old Mark is ready for parenthood?

Still. I am so sad. Almost as sad as when I found out Heath Ledger passed away. ):

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The Orphan. No, not me, the movie.

I watched The Orphan just now and let me tell you: It was freaking SCARY! I am not going to give anything away here because the movie's done with if you know the plotline from the start. So all I want to say that, it's true what the tagline of the movie says: You'll never guess her secret... Grr! Scary!

Did I tell you what sway things happened to me these few weeks? Let me start.

First, I destroyed my doorknob. Okay to be fair to ME, I SOOOOOOOOOOO did not destroy my doorknob and it is so unfair of my sister to call me a GIANT because the knob just broke on its own! One fine morning I woke up and tried to push the door open, and I found out that the knob was permanently locked. Something in there was stuck and there was no way to push it open.

So I had to bang the stupid door open with all my might like a complete moron. Luckily I slept in my Mum's room the night before, or not I would have been locked INSIDE the room and looked MORE like a moron banging on the door trying to get out.

So then I dared not click the door close anymore and for several days I had to sleep with the door open. Which made me get nightmares almost every night ok! One day I will blog about those stupid and weird nightmares.

Now for the second sway thing. My room lights totally went out after blinking annoyingly for a few days and so I had to scramble around in my room, knocking my toes onto tables and stuff every night.

How much unluckier can I get, you are wondering. No worries, I will tell you just HOW.

My Mum tried to cheer me up (Yea, right. She just felt guilty because she had promised me this for a long time and still hadn't get it done) by bringing me to choose my new bed, as I have been sleeping in very, very old beds since I moved into this house (by choice. Or not?). So I chose my super bed and was very happy that they'd be delivering it on Saturday.

Only to have the woman from the furniture store call saying that the bed was out of stock. -__- There went my dreams and thoughts of how I would redecorate my whole room with my new bed.

So why am I happy today? Oh, wait, I didn't mention that early in the post. Never mind, I'll say it here. I'M VERY HAPPY TODAY! =D

This guy I have been dating for awhile now finally asked me to be his girlfriend! =D =D =D It's a secret not even the closest ones to me know, so you better shut up.

FINE. I LIED. No guy asked me to be his girlfriend, but it DID happen in one of my dreams ok! I tell you, I get REALLY weird dreams these days. Must be because I mix with Ash too much.

Okay so, the real reason I am happy today is because Mr Electric Man came and fixed my doorknob and my room lights! =D Now my room looks really brand new and cantik! And if I have any residual luck maybe the furniture woman will call tomorrow and say that my bed's been restocked! =D Or better still, maybe Mum will actually keep her promise this time and take me to Ikea to buy a new bed!

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Happy posts are so awesome to write! =D

I am so happy I actually forgot that I should be studying for-

Oh crap. SPM. 24 days. Someone kill me, please. Just kill me.

Living in the dark.

I am literally writing in the dark. The stupid single light in my room has finally burnt up after few days of blinking annoyingly.

This is by far the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Scrambling around a dark room, squinting my eyes and looking for the correct keys to type.

From today onwards, I solemnly swear to show more compassion and sensitivity to those who have problems with their vision. They are strong people.

You cannot imagine the difficulty of living in the dark. Let's all thank Thomas Edison for his great invention.

Adioh.

It's all fine now! Awesome, awesome life! =D

I am going to summarise everything that's happened today (and yesterday) into short short sentences so that I do not bore you to death. I will differentiate everything that's happened with the colours of the words.

Pink for Ash because I love her so much.
Thanks you dear Ashley, for working out the transport thing for me to Puan Shri's house. Yes, I ended up going, anyway, because Ashley allowed me to hitch her dad's ride eventhough in total there were already about six people (including her dad) in the car. Plus me, it was seven.

I had a lot of fun seeing Ash, Janelle, Shu Ee, Tric and Mich making and playing music. I'm a very musical person. As in, anything related to music, I'm interested. Especially if it involves discovering good songs and stuff. Which I ended up doing because Ash's gang's songs are really good. I hope that they would record them into CDs and give me a copy. =D

Red for Cherrie since it's one of her favourite colours.
I don't know if I owe an apology to Cherrie, because of my previous two posts. I mean, I have never blamed her for, you know, not saving a seat for me. I was just kind of heart broken. But I related this incident to Xin Yi, Yeng and Mae Vin (they are such sweethearts. It's good to know that there are people who are happy to have you hang out with them) and Xin Yi sort of explained to me that Cherrie did try to help me get transportation when she found out I needed her ride but couldn't give me.

I mean, I know she had called Shu Ee. And Xin Yi told me that she had called HER (Xin Yi) too. So it really shows that Cherrie does care for me. And Itomaki's right, maybe it just didn't occur to Cherrie that I needed a ride and it was totally common for things like this to happen between best friends.

I was just upset, never angry. But, I just want to say sorry to Cherrie. But I am not going to take back my words that say I was betrayed, because I really did feel betrayed at that time. And I think Cherrie must have felt she had betrayed me as well, since she helped me so much in finding transportation. (:

Green for Puan Shri because, uh, it's Deepavali. =D
Puan Shri's house is really huge. I am so glad I went for the Open House because I had so much fun! Hanging out with Siew Sheng, Sally, Hui Lian, Mae Vin and Cherrie is really one of the best things in the world. They are so care-free, so genuine, and they are not the type who likes to draw all the attention to themselves. They just hang out with you for a good time, and it's really relaxing to be able to bare your soul to the outside world once in a while, not having to watch your back or hold your guard.

And oh my God, I thought Puan Shri's son was awesomely adorable and then when I found out Puan Shri had a YOUNGER DAUGHTER as well, I went crazy. Because she was the CUTEST THING EVER! She was so tiny, her voice was so adorable, and oh my God, she let me carry her around! =D I tell you, I was in heavens when I held her hand and talked to her. I don't know why, but I'm just really good with kids. I love them. =D

Yellow for the girl at Giant, as a sort of warning, or, erm, apology.
My Mum went to Giant to get a new phone recently and there was this teenage girl who worked at the booth who was really friendly to my Mum. Only, she seemed like she was trying to ignore me. I pointed to her one phone and demanded in a very polite tone to have a look at it, but she sneakily just ignored me, as if she didn't hear me say anything. So I repeated myself for the second time, and tapped the glass real hard to indicate that I WANTED TO SEE THE PHONE, but again, she completely ignored me and pretended like I wasn't even standing there!

So naturally, I was BOILING MAD at that time and I just kept GLARING at her. I mean, I have never got so angry at someone as much as I did at her before. I mean, I really, really, honestly felt like strangling her. So then she went on talking to my Mum very friendly, and totally ignoring my presence. When my Mum agreed to get the phone (W910i. Gorgeous) I shouted at that stupid bitch and said, "CAN'T I LOOK AT THE FREAKING PHONE?" Of course I said this in Cantonese, and that is in English, the best translation of what I said to that girl that I could come up with. I think I said something like, "Oi mai gor jek din wah, oi tai erm dak ga?!" And I was shouting at her, really.

For the first time in my blogging history, I am not even exaggerating. I seriously was so mad. I shouted at her and was glaring at her like I was trying to kill her with my eyes or something.

So I think she got scared or something, (everyone else around the booth was staring at me glaring at her) and she quickly took out the phone and handed it to me. To which I just SNATCHED the phone from her hands and looked away. Seriously, I SNATCHED the phone from her hands, like, real hard. I was that mad.

So then for the rest of the time I was there, she didn't dare look me in the eye. Stupid woman.

But then after that I realised maybe she ignored me because she didn't hear me, seeing as how I have flu and my hearing is kind of bad at the moment (on account of it being all stuck because of flu). Maybe I spoke too softly (as I do when I have flu because my ears are stuck so I have bad judgement of how loud my voice would sound when I speak. So to avoid embarrassment, I speak softly) and she didn't hear me? And so my shouting at her is really just my fault?

But she was somewhat avoiding my gaze right at the beginning ok! Don't know what's her fucking problem. Stupid woman. Usually I don't shout back at people who have angered me but this time, I didn't know why I blew up in her face.

Was it because of her lala gold hair? Or her disgustingly long fingernails?

Randoms.
Chew Kit told me today that his auntie was in pain and so he called for ambulance. And seeing as how ambulances always race for life on the road (literally), you can imagine my horror when Chew Kit related to me that the fucking ambulance arrived TWO HOURS after it'd been called. TWO FUCKING HOURS.

How irresponsible can you get??????? ALOT OF THINGS COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN TWO HOURS. People would have DIED. I could even finish an Add Math paper in TWO HOURS. Aren't ambulances supposed to be there for the patient as fast as possible? Seeing as how they get all the privileges on the road? How irresponsible! I am so angry I could bite someone's head off! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I like talking to Jeff online because he is very funny. I like talking to my sister online too because since now she lives in Penang, I kind of miss her alot. Only that she rarely replies my IMs and texts. GRRRR APRIL TAN HAN YEE. WHY YOU DIDN'T REPLY TEXT. Grrrr

Okay, I guess that's enough for one very fruitful and occasional day(s). I guess they aren't short short sentences (HAHA) but at least you read till here, right. Thank you! =D

Adioh!

I'll save a seat for you.

I am so emotional over this that it inspired me to write a song. And let me tell you, I get inspired all the time, but when I'm really inspired, that's the only time I'll ever finish a song.

I'll Save a Seat for You (You laugh all you can. It just came to my mind, okay?)

Remember how we would walk into school,
Your hand in mine while I was watching over you,
The world looked on with envious smiles,
They hadn't seen such a great pair in a while,

We would be together all the time,
But no matter what they said, your hands were in mine,
We swore that this was how it was gonna end,
You got my back, your trust was in my hand,

We knew what we had, they would never get,
We felt sorry and guilty, but that was just too bad,

Chorus
But what's happened to us now? It's not the same,
Why have things changed? No, I'm still the same,
Why did you go, I want to know,
Because I thought we were true, but you said we were through,
Why have you changed my dear, dear friend,
Did I do something wrong that made you misunderstand,
Come on, we'll work it through,
I'll be right here for you,
So when you look back,
I'll save a seat for you.

I remember how we used to hide behind the door,
And laugh at our teacher when he came walking in,
From his shoes to the comb he had at his at his back,
Now to know it's all gone, it's just so sad...

I thought you knew what we had, they'll never get,
So why don't you want it, was it all so bad?

Chorus

This seat right here is reserved for you,
No one else should replace it, they can't do,
We're not me and you, we are us two,
All that matters is if you will come back...

Chorus x2

I'll save a seat for you,
It's a promise made for you.

I'm upset. And I feel betrayed.

I just finished watching Faceoff on AXN and can I just say that it is, in my honest opinion, the best damn movie of the millennium? John Trovolta is awesome in that movie and of course, Nicholas Cage too. GOSH. He is so awesome. The wicked expressions he makes in the character he plays, is just, out of this world. It is SO GOOD.

I am not in a very good mood right now, actually. Because everyone's going to Puan Shri's house tomorrow for Deepavali. And...

I'm not.

Because I've got no transport. (so, what's new?)

I've really been looking forward to this you know. I mean, it's been a long time since I've wanted to go to something so badly, and it turns out, I'm not gonna be there anyway...

And what's upsetting is, I've actually asked Cherrie if I could follow her car, but I didn't give her any confirmation because I know her Mum isn't really keen in fetching people. So I totally didn't want to affect anybody's mood by persisting to have them fetch me.

But then a few days later when I asked Cherrie again, I found out that she had already promised three other friends that they could her hitch her ride.

To be completely honest, when I heard that, my face went blank. And to the outside world, it might have seemed that I looked calm.

But seriously, inside of me, I practically was all "What the FUCK?"

I mean, if this was to occur to me, I would sooooooo have left a seat for Cherrie. I mean, she is my BEST FRIEND. Besides, I asked her first. So I was pretty upset that before my confirmation, she went behind my back to confirm to fetch three other people, making her mum's car full. And now I've got no more ride to hitch.

I am seriously, seriously hurt. If it were me, and it was Cherrie who hadn't made any confirmation if she were hitching my ride, I would TOTALLY have called her first hand to ask if she really needs my ride before I go promising to fetch other people.

I mean, that's me. I guess I can't blame Cherrie for not thinking like me.

But it is really hurtful, you know. I didn't dare to ask her because I thought she wasn't fetching anyone. But then I found out she was fetching THREE other people. I feel so...betrayed.....

Am I not good enough at being a friend? Did I do something wrong or whatever? That she feels I'm not worthy enough to be her best friend or something?

Oh gosh. This is becoming so dramatic. I guess I'll just have to, you know, suck it all in and pretend to be fine while everyone goes to have fun in Puan Shri's house.

But the truth is, I don't think I'll ever be fine again.

I can't sleep.

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After some sleep things start to fall into perspective. It's just hormones talking and I don't mean whatever this post says. Haha. I cannot even believe I felt the way I felt while I wrote the post.

Funny how jumbled up your mind gets sometimes. This is how rushy decisions end up being made.

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It is 1.22am and I cannot sleep. Okay so I know mentioning the time isn't indicative of anything since I usually go to sleep at unearthly hours of 4.00-6.00am during holidays anyway. But still.

I tried to go to sleep. I mean, I switched off the lights and everything but I just cannot go to bed.

Because I can't stop thinking about something.

Or more precisely, someone.

I cannot believe the thought of him is keeping me awake. I cannot believe this.

I cannot believe I am missing the midnight talks.

I cannot believe that after all this time, he still frequently pops up in my mind.

I cannot believe that eventhough I am pretty sure I am not in love with him, I still miss him.

I cannot believe what a pathetic human being I am, for still allowing him to wander in my mind so freely.

Seriously. I do not love him, but I want his company.

I don't like him, but I want him to keep thinking of me. I mean, in a way, it is kind of nice that you know someone is missing you, or thinking of you.

But right now, after everything has ended, I cannot believe that I would want it all back.

I am so selfish.

I started it. I ended it. And now I want it back.

What an awfully selfish person I am.

I think I deserve to be buried alive and be left to suffocate to death and then be sent to bad-girl hell to be fried again and then tortured until I lose my sanity.

Seriously, that is the only way I can think of as punishment enough for my severe selfishness.

SPM 2009 LATEST TIME TABLE

I checked the latest SPM 2009 time table online and discovered that everything was very messed up and LONG because as you know, there are like a THOUSAND SPM papers. So I recompiled everything into a more comprehendable timetable, but of course, according to the subjects, I take. (:



Sorry la, I did this with Words and I forgot to remove the spelling error indications. -__-

I only take 10 subjects and I don't take Accounts. But seeing as how taking Accounts is quite a trend this year amongst my friends, I decided to insert it into the time table as well. (:



If this benefited you, remember to drop a thank-you comment ok! ;)

Let's fight together SPM people! =D

Adioh!

STUPID ADULTS!!!!!!!!!!

Across the street from my house, lives this really strange couple. They do not seem to realise that they are sharing the earth with other human beings, because when they argue, they scream at the top of their lungs like they are standing at a distance of two different planets.

When in fact, the only thing separating them is their arms' lengths.

They are still going at it right now as I am typing this, and can I just say that apart from it being a total sound pollution, it is also very psychologically disturbing?

Because can I say that when I marry my future husband next time, I am not going to ask him to die for all I care, or say that he is the person I hate most in the world?

Apparently OBVIOUSLY, my neighbours do not mind saying such things to each other.

I even heard at one point where the woman said that she is very upset because all of their children are on the husband's side and not supporting her.

I wonder what they are fighting about. Because this isn't like, the first time this has happened, you know. It's getting scary. I don't know if I should say this, but I am afraid if things get worse, there might actually be LIVES at stake. AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO BE THE WITNESS OR SOME KIND TO THE HOMICIDAL CASE OK.

I don't understand why people argue with their spouses. I mean, haven't you AGREED to marry him/her? So shouldn't the marriage certificate or the RING AT YOUR FINGER remind you slightly somehow that when a problem arises, the way to overcome it is by TALKING IT OUT? And not ARGUING and THEN walking away from the relationship?

Look at what's happened with my parents. And my cousin's parents. And my friend's parents.

It's as if around me, all married couples I know are either divorced, or not on good terms with one another.

Wow, the strange neighbours are still at it.

When I marry next time, I fully intend to be the most understanding person alive. But sometimes, being understanding has its limit. Like, if my boyfriend or husband forgets my birthday, I am sorry but whatever his reason is, I will still be angry, and obviously disappointed.

Unless of course, he apologises and NOT find excuse for himself and turn around to blame it on ME because I haven't been understanding of his problems.

Because if I forget my spouse's birthday, I am going to APOLOGISE until he forgives me. I am not going to think that he is not understanding enough of my situation bla bla bla because I love him. And nothing compares to the love I will have for him.

Why are so many people making wrong decisions in their marriage? Why is it that everywhere I go, I hear people's parents separating, or the father has some kind of mistress outside and all that?

Stupid adults! Stay the fuck with your own family please! There is NO excuse to make it RIGHT for you to get into another relationship with another man/woman WHEN YOU ARE STILL LEGALLY MARRIED.

Oh, my wife is a bitch! That's why I'd rather seek solace in the arms of another woman!

Oh, my husband's a jerk, and I deserve to be with a man who actually loves me.

Oh, my wife's abusive and calculative and not understanding at all, I really cannot stand living around her! That's why I'm living with my mistress!

Oh, my husband's out there feeding his mistress so why can't I find my own man?

FUCKING RIDICULOUS. Just because your marriage is unsatisfactory, doesn't make it RIGHT for you to break your vows. BY GETTING INVOLVED WITH ANOTHER PERSON.

Stupid adults. YOU GUYS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING A GOOD EXAMPLE.

So, WHAT IS THIS???????????????

God, if you hate each other so much, DON'T MARRY EACH OTHER. If AFTER you marry you realise it's a wrong decision, then WORK IT OUT, NOT WALK OUT.

THINK OF YOUR CHILDREN PLEASE.

I CAME HOME TO THE HORROR THAT IS MY ROOM!!!!!!!!

My room got broken into and the whole place got ransacked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My wardrobe doors were flung open, my books were all over the place and my clothes covered almost every possible surface of my bedroom!

I almost died of shock when I first stepped in because my room is my sanctuary, where I feel most secure and safe. And now it was in a state of utter chaos! So I reached for my phone dangling from my neck (I love the lanyard I have, it makes my phone so handy!) to call the police to report about the break-in!

But then I decided I didn't have short-term memory loss after all and it was me who had caused the chaos in the first place.

Mummy came back early to take me to dinner. And so I wasn't prepared or dressed and that was how I created such a mess in my room. Seriously, I consider myself lucky for being able dress even half-way decent in such a rush.

Luckily luck (haha, pun!) was on my side and I didn't show up with all the wrong clothes matched together. One advice, though: Get a cardigan. Accidentally put on something weird in a rush, no worries! Just drape on a pretty cardigan and all of your problems are solved! =D

In fact, I was in such a good mood, I even started camwhore. (Hello, as if during bad mood I don't camwhore) And because I was in a good mood, my pictures turned out good! =D It's true! When you're in a good mood, your camwhore photos automatically turn out pretty! =D

So whenever your photos turn out ugly when you camwhore, just know that it's not because you're ugly or whatever, it's just cos it's not a good day for you! =D



Just testing what the big deal is with making your photos negative as is the trend amongst the populace right now.

To tell the truth, it's kind of a good trick. You know, the shape of your face and hair maintain, only that your pimples and scratchy hair become invisible. =D

Wore jeans for the first time in I don't know how many months.

But changed into skirt after the first hour.

Sorry la, they were just too tight. And flabs were hanging out of me like there was no tomorrow! =D

And and and and and......look what I bought!

Not the sushi, please. GEEKY SPECS! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I love them! =D =D

And I bought them only for RM15! What a good week this has been for me! ;)

Adioh!

School! School! School!

School is tomorrow! Make sure you turn up, Jo-Yee! Remember your promise!

Do I ever! ;)

Adioh! What a necessary post lalalalalalalalala

I know I am FAT okay? No need to keep reminding me. It's not like I have Alzheimer's!

What pisses me off more than someone making rude remarks about another person's appearance is someone WHO ISN'T THAT MUCH OF A LOOKER HIMSELF making rude remarks about another person's appearance. It's like, Hello. What is you fucking point?

I know I am fat. I have never denied that. I even made a FULL ADMISSION that I am fat somewhere in my blog. I know, that for someone who is at 17 of age, I am considered wholly BIG in size.

I know that when I buy clothes, I have to ask for size in L and XL. I know when I buy pants, I have to ask for the largest size. I also know that I will end up not being able to fit into the largest size even.

I know that my ass look HUGE in anything I wear. I know my forearms are as large as another person's thigh.

I know that my face looks like a BIG WIDE BREAD where you can get alot of jam on, because it's got alot of space. I know that I can never look good in short hair, because it will only serve to make my face look BIGGER, without all the hair to help me cover up.

I know that I will never be able to look as hot as those skinny models in mini skirts or short dresses.

I know that I can never fit into skinny jeans and even if I manage to, I will not look nice because I've got all this FATS hanging off of the side of my body.

But what I want to say is SO WHAT?

WHAT do you want me to do? HOW do you want to react to that? CRY every single day over what a shitty figure I have? Get depressed all the time when people wear nice clothes and I have to resort to maternity wear all the time (not true)?

I am so OVER that okay. So, I am fat. That doesn't mean I cannot try to look NICE. Isn't it better that I am TRYING hard to look the BEST I CAN, despite my weight? Isn't it a good thing that I LIKE buying clothes so that even if I cannot look like skinny models, I can at least look NOT repulsive?

What is your problem huh? What is your FUCKING point of continuously telling me that I look fat, I've got a huge ass, my thighs are the size of an average person's waist (LIE) etc etc etc?

Okay so, I would be damn pissed even if you are like this super hot thing making rude remarks about MY appearance, but it drives me CRAZY because YOU YOURSELF are NOT EVEN a LOOKER, and worse, YOU. ARE. NOT. EVEN. THIN.

Doesn't it PISS YOU OFF? Imagine, Paris Hilton calling you stupid. Pam Anderson calling you fake boobs. Marilyn Manson calling you a freak. Courtney Love calling you drunk. Lindsay Lohan calling you messed up. YOU TELL ME. YOU ANGRY NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I absolutely HATE people making mean comments about another person's appearance. I NEVER CALL PEOPLE FAT OR SKINNY IN A MEAN WAY. Because I KNOW how it feels. But some fucking bastards and bitches who are under the illusion DELUSION that they are SO perfect, DO NOT GET THIS.

They go around flouncing and making fun of people's appearance like theirs are PERFECT.

So what if you are HOTTER? It doesn't make you a BETTER PERSON. It is not even an ACHIEVEMENT. (It is only an achievement when you DRESS nice. So aren't the fat people doing the same too? DRESSING UP NICELY? So if it's an achievement for YOU, then it's also an achievement for THEM) It is just GENES. Plus, if you think that FAT people CHOSE to be fat, then fucking think again! Some are because of genes, and some are probably weak in controlling their food-lust. So what? Who the fuck do you think you are to chastise them? Or to judge them? WHO. THE. FUCK. DO. YOU. THINK. YOU. ARE?

So, so-called PERFECT people, shut your PIE HOLE and get some sense into your BRAINS please, before you go around calling people ugly/fat/short/skinny/dark etc.

Idiots.

On another noteeeeeeeeeeee.........

GUESS WHO'S GOT A NEW HAIRCUT!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D

Yours truly, of course. I trimmed my front hair and now I've got bangs! :D Love it love it love ittttt!

Adioh, sweethearts! ;)

THE LUXURIOUS LIFE OF A PET.

Now, I hate to make anyone feel inadequate but seriously, can you HELP but feel inadequate when you see a PET living a more luxurious life than yours?????
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She has a TOTALLY huge house with a gorgeous porch...



A free taxi to pick her anywhere you decides to go, a huge ass aquarium and... a chair with poop on it. (for decorative purposes, please.)



A living room separated into two parts: The adult room (on the right side of the picture) and the kids room (on the left side of the picture).



The most GORGEOUSSSSS kitchen ever, with all sorts of food you can EVER imagine. Does your kitchen look like that?



The most awesomeee bedroom ever. Do you have colourful alternating spotlights in YOUR bedroom? I don't think so....



A bathroom with a direct changing area with tons and tons of clothes to pick from.



Not done yet! Look at her GARDEN! Cherry tree, coconut tree, banana tree, apple tree, orange tree and a cactus! :D



And a backyard for her to relax and unwind when she needs some air! :D

Oh wait, did I mention that she actually owns SEAFRONT PROPERTY?



Yup.



And she's fashion-crazy! :D



Who loooves shopping! :D



Look at the number of cuteeeeee fish she has in her aquarium! :D GOT OCTOPUS SOME MORE. :D



And when she feels bored, she practises on her keyboard!



Or go pluck fresh fruits to eat! :D



Or go to sleep in the most aweesomeee bedroom ever.



Or do some revision! :D



Now, have you ever seen a pet with SO many trophies?



Or one who hangs out by the beach to tan???



Or one that paints the beautiful view of the sea during her free time???



Or one that BATHES in a BATHTUB every single day?



How about a pet that's got more clothes than you and your mum and your sister and Victoria Beckham combined????




Seriously, some people PETS got all the luck.

Haha, Pet Society rocks! Hope you enjoyed the post! And also the game as much as I do! ;)

Adioh! ;)

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Pecutan Akhir SPM my ASS.

To be completely honest, I think the Pecutan Akhir SPM my school is having is UTTER bullshit.

So okay, we all know that BM is very important and if you fail that subject you fail SPM and everything but is it really necessary to take up FOUR WHOLE DAYS just to revise the subject?

I know the percentage shot up like 10% or something eversince the school started PAS, but seriously, don't you think that it is kind of STUPID to just concentrate FOUR WHOLE DAYS on ONE SUBJECT?

Okay so, PAS is actually a four-day revision thing for BM, where we will be given BM exam papers to do and discuss right on the spot. No other subjects, only BM. BM. FOUR DAYS.

FAIR OR NOT FOR THOSE OTHER KIDS WHO ARE GOOD IN BM BUT NOT SO GOOD AT OTHER SUBJECTS?

Shouldn't they do some analysis on each student and see if they really need this PAS or not? Like, if let's say I am getting A1s for BM but Es for Add Math, shouldn't the school prepare PAS for ADD MATHS TOO?????

I know this stupid PAS is beneficial to those kids who are not so good in BM, but what about those who have been scoring quite well for the subject??? Isn't it a little bit unfair that they have to waste FOUR DAYS doing BM, when they could have utilised the FOUR DAYS doing independent studying at home??????????????????????????????

I seriously do not understand this.

What they should do is:

1. Get the average score for BM of EACH SPM student throughout the year, and whoever has got 65% and below, should be made compulsory to attend PAS.
2. The remaining kids should be given the choice to either attend PAS, or stay at home to do independent studying.
3. Better still, hold PAS for ALL SUBJECTS and not only BM. So those who are bad at whatever subject, can actually benefit from this.

I know the school is doing all this for our own good and they only have our best interests at heart, but you ask yourself la, logic meh?

Some kids have TUITION after school, so they really need the extra time to study. But now since they are forced to do BM for FOUR WHOLE SCHOOL DAYS, and then TUITION after school, how are they going to find time to study for OTHER SUBJECTS? Which, actually, needs MORE studying than BM??????? (Example Chemistry, Biology, Physics, SEJARAH etc)

I cannot stand this injustice. I CANNOT.

*****

I have been wearing my new cardigans to school these few days and people have been asking me, "Oh my God, Jo-Yee are you feeling very cold?????" or, "Why are you wearing that? It is bloody hot!" (courtesy Pn Kang) or, "Are you cold? You better get well soon, it's exam!"

I smiled my reply and quickly walked away because I didn't think my actual reason(s) for wearing the cardigan would be well received in school terms:

1. I wasn't feeling cold, but I just wanted to show off my new cardigans. (Pn Juliet saw through me! :D)
2. I have gained weight and my pinafore can no longer clasp so I had to shield the gap. EMBARRASSING! -__-
3. I always forget to iron my white shirt until the morning before school so I had to cover the wrinkles from being seen! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Pathetic or not. Adioh! ;)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TAN JO-YEE???!?!!?!?!??!?!

Everytime after my Add Math test, I ponder on what results I would be returned.

I try hard to comprehend the subject, only, I guess, I don't do much practice for it. Simply probably cos I think I am too good to be doing ten +Math questions a day on average. (Which frankly, is the only way I can think of for someone to be so immensely good at it.)

Often I get marks like 60, 65, sometimes when the questions are a little shallower for people like me, 76, 80.

I am an egoistic bitch. When I start getting 1As for a test, I immediately stop studying for it, thinking that since I could score 80 points for that one time, it should be less difficult for me to do it another time.

Foolish foolish thinking.

Who wants to know how much I predict I would get for my +Math this time?

Thirty. 30.

Which I don't even know is a fail or not. But it's definitely an unsightly grade.

What is wrong with me? Some people keep failing because they don't know where it has gone wrong, or what exactly is the problem.

But me? I know the problem. I know EXACTLY where the problem is. And worse, I KNOW how to solve it. The only thing is, I don't.

Simply because I am LAZY. I am too BIG-HEADED. I think that I am SO GOOD at +Math, when OBVIOUSLY, I am not.

Whenever I get a C or a B for my +Math, I keep convincing myself that It's only this time. This time you didn't do well. Next time, you'll do better. You are not stupid.

I am starting to think that maybe I am. But not in +Math, but in prioritising.

Why am I blogging? Why am I not studying?

It is time to stop. Really, it is time. Determination is what I don't have.

Is what I am trying to build in me. I really need to do this. One last boost.

One last boost, Jo-Yee and you will be free.

Think of all the people you will disappoint if you do not score well for your SPM.

Mummy, Daddy, Aun Jie, Bat Leong, Me, Pn Ding etc etc etc

Is it worth it? TELL ME. Is it worth it?

I hope these tears on my face while I am typing this is some kind of an indication that my aim to be determined this time is finally going to work.

Eric's girlfriend scored straight 1As for her SPM. She says (according to Eric, since I haven't met her) she knew she could do it, and so she would not let herself mess up even a tiny bit.

Such true and motivational words.

If I get straights 1As, or As (even), I am going to buy Eric's gf a gift. I really am. She is truly inspirational. And she is MY AGE (PTS scorer).

No, this is not hormones speaking, this is not PMS because my menstruation just ended. So necessary right this paragraph.

Anyway.

Really, I think it is time.

Not for my menstruation to start again, please. But for my aim to finally work.

Ciao. This has become so commercialised already it's not fun to use it anymore. Don't even know when the stupid trend of using Ciao! started. I reckon some people don't even know that Ciao! can mean BOTH 'GOODBYE!' and 'HELLO!'

I, of course, know this because I am an avid fan of German soap operas and I developed the Ciao! habit from there.

So, no more Ciao!

Adioh! ;)