Oh my God what is going to happen when we go to different colleges???!??!
I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO NOT SEEEING HER 5 DAYS A WEEK! )=
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I have one sincere confession to make.
I MISS CHERRIE LEE SUE JING!!!!!! )=
Oh my God what is going to happen when we go to different colleges???!??!
I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO NOT SEEEING HER 5 DAYS A WEEK! )=
Oh my God what is going to happen when we go to different colleges???!??!
I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO NOT SEEEING HER 5 DAYS A WEEK! )=
Why is life so difficult?
Why is making friends so difficult?
Why is maintaining a good friendship so difficult?
Why is getting someone to like you so difficult?
Why is forgetting someone so difficult?
Why is being nice so difficult?
Why is influencing people to do the right thing so difficult?
Why do some uncles who come to Padini Authentics Bukit Raja ask the weirdest questions and begin to chastise me when I cannot answer them?
Why on Earth would I know where Padini's main office is?
Why on Earth would some UNCLES want to know that? GEESH.
Why are aunties who go to PABR to shop so bossy and inconsiderate?
Why do MOTHERS allow their children to RUN around PABR when they do shopping?????
Why don't I have any hot guy friends?
Why don't I even have GUY friends?
Why are my only guy friends who are staff at PABR LEAVING after December?????
Why is one of my PABR colleagues so CUTEEEEEEEEEEE??!?!?!?!?
Why am I complaining?
Why won't Cherrie call and/or TEXT me until I do so to her?????
Why do we have to sweep the PABR store at 10pm everynight??!??! It is so exhausting!
Why do I have so much flab hanging out of me?
Why is Fazlin leaving after February??!?! )=
Why don't I have nice soft silky straight hair?
Why do I have such bad hair that when I told the hairstylist to cut off the spoilt parts he said unless you go bald you would still have split ends?
Why is the hairstylist so cruel and straight forward and brutally honest?????
GRRRRRRRR WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Why is maintaining a good friendship so difficult?
Why is getting someone to like you so difficult?
Why is forgetting someone so difficult?
Why is being nice so difficult?
Why is influencing people to do the right thing so difficult?
Why do some uncles who come to Padini Authentics Bukit Raja ask the weirdest questions and begin to chastise me when I cannot answer them?
Why on Earth would I know where Padini's main office is?
Why on Earth would some UNCLES want to know that? GEESH.
Why are aunties who go to PABR to shop so bossy and inconsiderate?
Why do MOTHERS allow their children to RUN around PABR when they do shopping?????
Why don't I have any hot guy friends?
Why don't I even have GUY friends?
Why are my only guy friends who are staff at PABR LEAVING after December?????
Why is one of my PABR colleagues so CUTEEEEEEEEEEE??!?!?!?!?
Why am I complaining?
Why won't Cherrie call and/or TEXT me until I do so to her?????
Why do we have to sweep the PABR store at 10pm everynight??!??! It is so exhausting!
Why do I have so much flab hanging out of me?
Why is Fazlin leaving after February??!?! )=
Why don't I have nice soft silky straight hair?
Why do I have such bad hair that when I told the hairstylist to cut off the spoilt parts he said unless you go bald you would still have split ends?
Why is the hairstylist so cruel and straight forward and brutally honest?????
GRRRRRRRR WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Monday, December 28, 2009
CNN BREAKING NEWS!
Since I am going to start work tomorrow, and my next break is like a week away, I am going to take any opportunity I can to blog as much as possible.
So don't say I eng bo gang zho that's why blog so many times in one day ok?
So the reason I am blogging right now is because:
I JUST CHOPPED OFF MY WAIST LENGTH HAIR!
And now I only have BRA-BUCKLE LENGTH HAIR!
Can you believe it?
I know right! I cannot believe it also!
I have always prided the fact that my hair is the LONGEST of everyone I know and have constantly boasted to Cheryl about my hair and now I think my hair is SHORTER than hers!
And you what the sad part is?
I LOOK SO AUNTIE NOW I am not even kidding!
)=
But don't worry! This is just part ONE of my hair transformation process!
The next thing I'm going to do to this pathetic bundle of hay strands is to HIGHLIGHT it and STRAIGHTEN it! =DDDD
Then I will look very panas and cantik! CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Adioh!
So don't say I eng bo gang zho that's why blog so many times in one day ok?
So the reason I am blogging right now is because:
I JUST CHOPPED OFF MY WAIST LENGTH HAIR!
And now I only have BRA-BUCKLE LENGTH HAIR!
Can you believe it?
I know right! I cannot believe it also!
I have always prided the fact that my hair is the LONGEST of everyone I know and have constantly boasted to Cheryl about my hair and now I think my hair is SHORTER than hers!
And you what the sad part is?
I LOOK SO AUNTIE NOW I am not even kidding!
)=
But don't worry! This is just part ONE of my hair transformation process!
The next thing I'm going to do to this pathetic bundle of hay strands is to HIGHLIGHT it and STRAIGHTEN it! =DDDD
Then I will look very panas and cantik! CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Adioh!
HELLO EVERYBODY!!!
Now if you guys have been wondering why I haven't been BLOGGING for such a long time, and seeing how I have already finished SPM, so that can't be used as my ingenious excuse anymore, I have got a NEW excuse to be put to execution!!!!! And that's because:
PADINI AUTHENTICS HIRED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
Okay, so probably most of you pun sudah tahu, since I boasted about it all over Facebook, but then I haven't announced it in my blog right? =D
So, I started work on Christmas' Eve and as of today, I have been working for four days already! =DDDDDD I'm blogging today because I have the day off.
So about my job, it's kind of tiring, having to stand 8 hours a day with only a hour's break, but I tell you, I'm loving it! Seriously, I LOVE to go to work! I've got the best colleagues ever and I'm SURROUNDED by clothes! Of my FAVOURITE brand! =DDDD
So my colleagues are Lee Hon, Fazlin, Siti, Alvis, Chiau Hong, Chee Lin and Shi Yee. +D All are very nice people but the boys are all leaving beginning January. -___- To further their studies. Oh well, I wish them luck la. =D But I feel so sad, because I haven't even got to know them yet and then they are going to leave already. )=
No fate la. Haha.
I'll talk about my colleagues some other time la, cos I feel like I haven't known them enough. And then in January I'm going to have FOUR more new colleagues! =DDDD YAY! More friends! =DDDDDD
So, I've actually got not much to blog about, except that I love going to work at PABR (Padini Authentics Bukit Raja) because besides the fact that most customers that I've encountered todate are quite polite people (except a few aunties la), Zee Yeng and Xin Yi are also working in Aeon Bukit Raja! At NANDO's!!!!!!! =DDDDDDDDD
So cute right! So for dinner I always go find them. Haha.
Also also, I PASSED MY UNDANG TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I only studied for it for like, 1 hour because it was damn last minute when the Driving Auntie told me about the test!
I thought I was going to take the exam on Monday, turned out I was going to take the exam the NEXT day after she called me! So you can imagine my horror lo not to mention I was WORKING on that day when she called me, so I had to wait till 10.30pm when I finished working baru boleh balik rumah to study.
So...... er I dunno la! I'm just very happy and in very good moods these few days la! =DDD I feel so free, so mature and so responsible!
It feels so satisfying to be WORKING, out in the PUBLIC, meeting NEW PEOPLE and knowing that if you screw up, it will be all your fault and you cannot call your parents to complain unlike when we were still in school!
Now, it's 100% YOU! =DDD
It sounds damn challenging and scary right, but it's all part of the fun! And when you get to use your UNIFORM excuse to buy CLOTHES, then it's FUN + FUN + FUN!!!! =DDDDD
Okay la I got nothing to say but to boast about my new job so ADIOHHHHHHHHHHH =DDDD
Now if you guys have been wondering why I haven't been BLOGGING for such a long time, and seeing how I have already finished SPM, so that can't be used as my ingenious excuse anymore, I have got a NEW excuse to be put to execution!!!!! And that's because:
PADINI AUTHENTICS HIRED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
Okay, so probably most of you pun sudah tahu, since I boasted about it all over Facebook, but then I haven't announced it in my blog right? =D
So, I started work on Christmas' Eve and as of today, I have been working for four days already! =DDDDDD I'm blogging today because I have the day off.
So about my job, it's kind of tiring, having to stand 8 hours a day with only a hour's break, but I tell you, I'm loving it! Seriously, I LOVE to go to work! I've got the best colleagues ever and I'm SURROUNDED by clothes! Of my FAVOURITE brand! =DDDD
So my colleagues are Lee Hon, Fazlin, Siti, Alvis, Chiau Hong, Chee Lin and Shi Yee. +D All are very nice people but the boys are all leaving beginning January. -___- To further their studies. Oh well, I wish them luck la. =D But I feel so sad, because I haven't even got to know them yet and then they are going to leave already. )=
No fate la. Haha.
I'll talk about my colleagues some other time la, cos I feel like I haven't known them enough. And then in January I'm going to have FOUR more new colleagues! =DDDD YAY! More friends! =DDDDDD
So, I've actually got not much to blog about, except that I love going to work at PABR (Padini Authentics Bukit Raja) because besides the fact that most customers that I've encountered todate are quite polite people (except a few aunties la), Zee Yeng and Xin Yi are also working in Aeon Bukit Raja! At NANDO's!!!!!!! =DDDDDDDDD
So cute right! So for dinner I always go find them. Haha.
Also also, I PASSED MY UNDANG TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I only studied for it for like, 1 hour because it was damn last minute when the Driving Auntie told me about the test!
I thought I was going to take the exam on Monday, turned out I was going to take the exam the NEXT day after she called me! So you can imagine my horror lo not to mention I was WORKING on that day when she called me, so I had to wait till 10.30pm when I finished working baru boleh balik rumah to study.
So...... er I dunno la! I'm just very happy and in very good moods these few days la! =DDD I feel so free, so mature and so responsible!
It feels so satisfying to be WORKING, out in the PUBLIC, meeting NEW PEOPLE and knowing that if you screw up, it will be all your fault and you cannot call your parents to complain unlike when we were still in school!
Now, it's 100% YOU! =DDD
It sounds damn challenging and scary right, but it's all part of the fun! And when you get to use your UNIFORM excuse to buy CLOTHES, then it's FUN + FUN + FUN!!!! =DDDDD
Okay la I got nothing to say but to boast about my new job so ADIOHHHHHHHHHHH =DDDD
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
How come boring posts with boring titles sometimes get into Innit’s most viewed posts?
That is because they have their own gang of friends who would Nang the post just because they know the author, without bothering if the post really is interesting or not.
Do you think it is fair?
If you ask me, I think it is utter bullshit. People should really only give Nangs to posts which have a catchy title (and of course a good post. But you only get to judge the post, AFTER you click on the title, so really, the title is what’s most important. At least in Innit).
Because I think the most important thing in getting Nangs is to be creative enough to think up a click-inviting title.
If your post in the end turns out to be utterly boring, at least you deserved the Nang because of your catchy title.
Many a time I wonder around Innit looking for posts which are worth my reading, based on the amount of Nangs the post has got, and I realised that there is nothing interesting in the post at all.
It got the Nangs merely because the author has friends who automatically Nang the post.
I would accept it if the title is like something utterly interesting, but they are usually boring titles like: “Today is Monday” or “I love ice-cream” and other ordinary stuff.
I am saying this because I think it is really unfair for other authors who might have better things to say. I mean, okay la, probably this is unarguable because how interesting you are really only depends on who is doing the judgment.
But I am solely here to complain about those people giving “Free Nangs”. Hello what the FUCK is Free Nangs?
To me, the whole point that I am posting in Innit is to get publicity for my post and my blog. And not to be the one with the HIGHEST rank in Innit most popular.
I guess in a way, blog readers are usually more attracted to read Most Popular posts rather than searching through the post lists, but tell me, would you feel happy that this ONE TIME your post makes it to Most Popular because of FREE NANGS, but then it turns out you aren’t a good blogger after all, and then people will start JUDGING your blog and swear to never go back there again?
What is the point in reaching to the top entirely by the aid of others when you yourself aren’t good enough in the first place to maintain it?
For example if you are like, Benjicajess, you would automatically get high Nangs for your post, because people know you are a good blogger.
But look at other bloggers who usually only get into Most Popular by their friends’ indiscriminative Nangs, does anybody even KNOW them? Does anybody even REMEMBER their blog links?
No, because they are only POPULAR by FREE NANGS. NOT because they are good bloggers.
And I also hate it when people only give your post Nangs, when in fact, they didn’t even READ your post in the first place.
It is like they are saying your post isn’t good enough anyway, so they are pitying you by giving you Free Nangs just so you don’t feel too bad about yourself.
Take the time to read the post la. If you are free enough to sit around giving Nangs to people, then I am sure you are free enough as well to read someone’s post.
If you don’t think that the post is worth your reading, then DON’T Nang the post. It is fairer and more indicative of who is a better blogger against who isn’t.
Is it fair I ask you?
IS IT FAIR?????
No it isn’t. But if you still think that Free Nangs is a good idea and you think there is nothing wrong, then I won’t try to stop you. I am just voicing out my opinions and frustrations.
Because everytime I click on a Most Popular post, anticipating to read a good post, in the end it turns out to be some stupid boring post about how someone studied Sejarah for exams.
I’m sick of it. I’m tired of it. I’m sick and tired of it.
And I think there are many more bloggers out there who deserve more credits and attention than your friends.
Adioh.
Do you think it is fair?
If you ask me, I think it is utter bullshit. People should really only give Nangs to posts which have a catchy title (and of course a good post. But you only get to judge the post, AFTER you click on the title, so really, the title is what’s most important. At least in Innit).
Because I think the most important thing in getting Nangs is to be creative enough to think up a click-inviting title.
If your post in the end turns out to be utterly boring, at least you deserved the Nang because of your catchy title.
Many a time I wonder around Innit looking for posts which are worth my reading, based on the amount of Nangs the post has got, and I realised that there is nothing interesting in the post at all.
It got the Nangs merely because the author has friends who automatically Nang the post.
I would accept it if the title is like something utterly interesting, but they are usually boring titles like: “Today is Monday” or “I love ice-cream” and other ordinary stuff.
I am saying this because I think it is really unfair for other authors who might have better things to say. I mean, okay la, probably this is unarguable because how interesting you are really only depends on who is doing the judgment.
But I am solely here to complain about those people giving “Free Nangs”. Hello what the FUCK is Free Nangs?
To me, the whole point that I am posting in Innit is to get publicity for my post and my blog. And not to be the one with the HIGHEST rank in Innit most popular.
I guess in a way, blog readers are usually more attracted to read Most Popular posts rather than searching through the post lists, but tell me, would you feel happy that this ONE TIME your post makes it to Most Popular because of FREE NANGS, but then it turns out you aren’t a good blogger after all, and then people will start JUDGING your blog and swear to never go back there again?
What is the point in reaching to the top entirely by the aid of others when you yourself aren’t good enough in the first place to maintain it?
For example if you are like, Benjicajess, you would automatically get high Nangs for your post, because people know you are a good blogger.
But look at other bloggers who usually only get into Most Popular by their friends’ indiscriminative Nangs, does anybody even KNOW them? Does anybody even REMEMBER their blog links?
No, because they are only POPULAR by FREE NANGS. NOT because they are good bloggers.
And I also hate it when people only give your post Nangs, when in fact, they didn’t even READ your post in the first place.
It is like they are saying your post isn’t good enough anyway, so they are pitying you by giving you Free Nangs just so you don’t feel too bad about yourself.
Take the time to read the post la. If you are free enough to sit around giving Nangs to people, then I am sure you are free enough as well to read someone’s post.
If you don’t think that the post is worth your reading, then DON’T Nang the post. It is fairer and more indicative of who is a better blogger against who isn’t.
Is it fair I ask you?
IS IT FAIR?????
No it isn’t. But if you still think that Free Nangs is a good idea and you think there is nothing wrong, then I won’t try to stop you. I am just voicing out my opinions and frustrations.
Because everytime I click on a Most Popular post, anticipating to read a good post, in the end it turns out to be some stupid boring post about how someone studied Sejarah for exams.
I’m sick of it. I’m tired of it. I’m sick and tired of it.
And I think there are many more bloggers out there who deserve more credits and attention than your friends.
Adioh.
Apa jadi pada I hari ini yek?
Why do I always only get around to blogging at weird hours of the night?
As if it is not bad enough that I only go to sleep at 6am every night.
And then waking up at weird hours like 3pm and then get scoldings from my uncles.
I just came back from a karaoke party to celebrate Sook Kwan jie's birthday (today, 23rd Dec 2009) and also, Cheryl's (same day!).
I had loadssssssss of fun singing and shouting into the microphone although of course I have one of the most monotonous voices you can ever find in the entire globe.
But it was still quite fun because although it was pretty intimidating to be singing along with Manda and Ito, who are both AWESOME singers, it wasn't that bad because all we cared about was to sing songs that we liked, and not, you know, for a singing competition or whatever.
What is the cutest thing to happen was the fact that Cheryl, OF ALL PEOPLE, seemed to really like singing into the microphone even though usually she is kind of a shy girl.
I almost vomited blood when I saw her excitedly take the microphone whenever a Katy Perry or Lady Gaga song came up. Because honestly, she is kind of an anti-social girl, who only talks to people with whom she's really close. (relatives not counted)
So to see her hogging to microphone and singing out loud was pretty amazing. And she's got kind of a good voice too. =D
All of this hanging out just makes me wonder when I am going to really meet new friends and widen my social circle.
I would really love to know more guy friends because I sincerely think that hanging out with people of the opposite sex would be much more fun than only the same people of your group.
I mean, there are sometimes where the presence of boys just spices up everything you know? Not always, but there are times like that.
Also, I want to complain about how pissed I am today. I went all the way to Nando's at BBK Aeon today to fill their form for a position to work there, but the Assistant Manager didn't even seem like he welcomed Cherrie and I too much. And he merely just stood around, NOT talking to us at all and then just said he'd give us a call.
But then I found out when Xin Yi went for the walk-in interview, she got the job ON THE SPOT! Why so unfair one????? But to be fair Xin Yi asked for the job yesterday, while I asked today.
But then, I found out Zee Yeng also went TODAY afternoon to Nando's to ask for the job and she was also immediately hired!
Wtf!
I seriously don't know what was going on in the stupid Assistant Manager's mind at that time. I like to think that I portrayed quite an eager face when I asked for the job, and I was dressed quite maturely and decently too.
How come he hesitated to hire me? Or WHY didn't he even CONSIDER to hire me for the job?
Was I too ugly for him? I was smiling all the way throughout the form-filling process okay. Don't know what's his problem.
Don't want hire don't hire la! RM4 only ma! Padini Authentics (PA) give Rm5 le! CLOTHES some more. MY FAVOURITE store some more. Hmpf!
Now, I just REALLY REALLY hope that PA will hire me because I'm REALLY interested in the job. Serious. I don't think I have ever been so passionate about something before, you know.
Please please please please God let me get the PA job.
And then if I get hired and then no customers, I can try clothes and shop there! SO handy! Muahahahahaha
Some more if you work at PA, you need to wear clothes from PA. And then you are given discount to THREE tops you pick from PA as your uniform and can I just say that I am SUPER MUTHAFUCKINGLY excited about that???
I got REASON to buy clothes from PA le! People won't say I siao shopping cos the clothes I buy would be for my uniform which is COMPULSORY! Hahahahahahahaha
And then I can buy MORE clothes from PA because of course three tops are not enough for you to last for one week right?
Hehehehehehehehehehehe
So now, I just want to pray pray pray that I will get the job!
Adioh! =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
And also, FUCK YOU BBK AEON NANDO'S! (unless of course if you call me back for the job, huhuhuhuhu)
As if it is not bad enough that I only go to sleep at 6am every night.
And then waking up at weird hours like 3pm and then get scoldings from my uncles.
I just came back from a karaoke party to celebrate Sook Kwan jie's birthday (today, 23rd Dec 2009) and also, Cheryl's (same day!).
I had loadssssssss of fun singing and shouting into the microphone although of course I have one of the most monotonous voices you can ever find in the entire globe.
But it was still quite fun because although it was pretty intimidating to be singing along with Manda and Ito, who are both AWESOME singers, it wasn't that bad because all we cared about was to sing songs that we liked, and not, you know, for a singing competition or whatever.
What is the cutest thing to happen was the fact that Cheryl, OF ALL PEOPLE, seemed to really like singing into the microphone even though usually she is kind of a shy girl.
I almost vomited blood when I saw her excitedly take the microphone whenever a Katy Perry or Lady Gaga song came up. Because honestly, she is kind of an anti-social girl, who only talks to people with whom she's really close. (relatives not counted)
So to see her hogging to microphone and singing out loud was pretty amazing. And she's got kind of a good voice too. =D
All of this hanging out just makes me wonder when I am going to really meet new friends and widen my social circle.
I would really love to know more guy friends because I sincerely think that hanging out with people of the opposite sex would be much more fun than only the same people of your group.
I mean, there are sometimes where the presence of boys just spices up everything you know? Not always, but there are times like that.
Also, I want to complain about how pissed I am today. I went all the way to Nando's at BBK Aeon today to fill their form for a position to work there, but the Assistant Manager didn't even seem like he welcomed Cherrie and I too much. And he merely just stood around, NOT talking to us at all and then just said he'd give us a call.
But then I found out when Xin Yi went for the walk-in interview, she got the job ON THE SPOT! Why so unfair one????? But to be fair Xin Yi asked for the job yesterday, while I asked today.
But then, I found out Zee Yeng also went TODAY afternoon to Nando's to ask for the job and she was also immediately hired!
Wtf!
I seriously don't know what was going on in the stupid Assistant Manager's mind at that time. I like to think that I portrayed quite an eager face when I asked for the job, and I was dressed quite maturely and decently too.
How come he hesitated to hire me? Or WHY didn't he even CONSIDER to hire me for the job?
Was I too ugly for him? I was smiling all the way throughout the form-filling process okay. Don't know what's his problem.
Don't want hire don't hire la! RM4 only ma! Padini Authentics (PA) give Rm5 le! CLOTHES some more. MY FAVOURITE store some more. Hmpf!
Now, I just REALLY REALLY hope that PA will hire me because I'm REALLY interested in the job. Serious. I don't think I have ever been so passionate about something before, you know.
Please please please please God let me get the PA job.
And then if I get hired and then no customers, I can try clothes and shop there! SO handy! Muahahahahaha
Some more if you work at PA, you need to wear clothes from PA. And then you are given discount to THREE tops you pick from PA as your uniform and can I just say that I am SUPER MUTHAFUCKINGLY excited about that???
I got REASON to buy clothes from PA le! People won't say I siao shopping cos the clothes I buy would be for my uniform which is COMPULSORY! Hahahahahahahaha
And then I can buy MORE clothes from PA because of course three tops are not enough for you to last for one week right?
Hehehehehehehehehehehe
So now, I just want to pray pray pray that I will get the job!
Adioh! =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
And also, FUCK YOU BBK AEON NANDO'S! (unless of course if you call me back for the job, huhuhuhuhu)
Monday, December 21, 2009
For the girl...
For the girl who I have known for approximately 5 years...
For the girl who I used to spend so much time with that my Mum considered the fact if I was gay...
For the only girl to whom I will give a kiss goodbye when I leave her house after a slumber party... (ON THE CHEEK LA!!!)
For the girl who prompted me to write my first ever song (Once Again)...
For the girl who made me realise that there are still cliched but true fairytale friendship in the cold harsh world...
For the girl about whom I care so much even though we don't usually hang out often...
For the girl who pretentiously look away when I try to snap a photo of her when in fact she is a big camwhore...
For the girl who never fails to break my heart with only one sentence, but then patch it up again entirely with another sentence...
For the girl who I've had so much memories with even though we've only known each other for 5 years...
For the girl whose house is my second favourite place in the world even until now...
For the girl who might think this post is a little too sappy and lesbianic but I still don't care...
For the girl who deserves so much more than what she already has now...
For the girl I've been thinking must be one of the most unique people I've ever met in such a long time...
For the girl who usually talks non-stop when we're together, but of course in a good way, that I don't have to crack my mind for conversational topics, unlike when I'm with other people...
For the girl whose Harry Potter-ism rubbed on me so badly that now I am LONGING to own all 7 books...
For the girl who has loaned me and/or provided me with plans on how to borrow all Harry Potter books that enabled me to finish reading the whole series without even owning one book...
For the girl whose Harry Potter book 6 (which is my favourite!) had been in my house for months and months because I refused to return it to her until the very day she asked me back for it and I still dragged and dragged and only returned to her weeks later...
For the girl who gave me unbelievable memories in bed...
Sorry perverts, let me rephrase...
For the girl who I insisted to share her single bed with when I slumber partied at her house and she allowed and didn't kick me out of the bed... (We didn't do anything okay, for the record)
For the girl who STOLE Nick Wheeler from me...
For the girl who so generously offered VIP tickets to me to AAR's show the other day...
Which reminds me...
For the girl to whom I still owe a Starbucks treat...
For the girl who also generously offered me a ride to Pn Shri's house even when her car was already full...
For the girl who smells like The Body Shop whenever you come to about 1 meter radius from where she's standing...
For the girl who was born on the 18th of Dec 1992...
For the girl who turned 17 on the 18th of Dec 2009...
For the girl whose birthday that one year where I planned an ambush at her house right at midnight...
For the girl for whom I've got so many plans for her birthday this year but failed to execute because she's already got so many other plans with other people...
Ashley Wan Sue-Ann, this is for you.
I know I'm a little late, but these things need time in order to produce a perfect one.
Happy birthday and take care in your future undertakings!
From the girl who wishes she would/could have more memories with you, in this lifetime. (=
Adioh!
Jo-Yee
For the girl who I used to spend so much time with that my Mum considered the fact if I was gay...
For the only girl to whom I will give a kiss goodbye when I leave her house after a slumber party... (ON THE CHEEK LA!!!)
For the girl who prompted me to write my first ever song (Once Again)...
For the girl who made me realise that there are still cliched but true fairytale friendship in the cold harsh world...
For the girl about whom I care so much even though we don't usually hang out often...
For the girl who pretentiously look away when I try to snap a photo of her when in fact she is a big camwhore...
For the girl who never fails to break my heart with only one sentence, but then patch it up again entirely with another sentence...
For the girl who I've had so much memories with even though we've only known each other for 5 years...
For the girl whose house is my second favourite place in the world even until now...
For the girl who might think this post is a little too sappy and lesbianic but I still don't care...
For the girl who deserves so much more than what she already has now...
For the girl I've been thinking must be one of the most unique people I've ever met in such a long time...
For the girl who usually talks non-stop when we're together, but of course in a good way, that I don't have to crack my mind for conversational topics, unlike when I'm with other people...
For the girl whose Harry Potter-ism rubbed on me so badly that now I am LONGING to own all 7 books...
For the girl who has loaned me and/or provided me with plans on how to borrow all Harry Potter books that enabled me to finish reading the whole series without even owning one book...
For the girl whose Harry Potter book 6 (which is my favourite!) had been in my house for months and months because I refused to return it to her until the very day she asked me back for it and I still dragged and dragged and only returned to her weeks later...
For the girl who gave me unbelievable memories in bed...
Sorry perverts, let me rephrase...
For the girl who I insisted to share her single bed with when I slumber partied at her house and she allowed and didn't kick me out of the bed... (We didn't do anything okay, for the record)
For the girl who STOLE Nick Wheeler from me...
For the girl who so generously offered VIP tickets to me to AAR's show the other day...
Which reminds me...
For the girl to whom I still owe a Starbucks treat...
For the girl who also generously offered me a ride to Pn Shri's house even when her car was already full...
For the girl who smells like The Body Shop whenever you come to about 1 meter radius from where she's standing...
For the girl who was born on the 18th of Dec 1992...
For the girl who turned 17 on the 18th of Dec 2009...
For the girl whose birthday that one year where I planned an ambush at her house right at midnight...
For the girl for whom I've got so many plans for her birthday this year but failed to execute because she's already got so many other plans with other people...
Ashley Wan Sue-Ann, this is for you.
I know I'm a little late, but these things need time in order to produce a perfect one.
Happy birthday and take care in your future undertakings!
From the girl who wishes she would/could have more memories with you, in this lifetime. (=
Adioh!
Jo-Yee
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Whatever, right.
Everytime my Sis comes home from dunno wherever place she goes, she always just leaves the front door, latched, and not lock it for the night.
This has happened millions of times, okay? I don't even know why she tries to deny it. Worse, she counters and says that I do the same.
Hello, let me ask you, how many times have I been out that late that everybody has already gone to sleep? How about NEVER?
And if there was even a time like that, I CONFIRM will lock the door. CONFIRM.
But she? She comes home at unearthly hours and then just sits there and watch TV and then I would be in my room, but when I come out for toilet breaks, I discover she has already gone to sleep and the curtains aren't drawn and then glass door is still wide agap.
And then she says she has also locked the doors for me numerous times when I came back late.
Hello, I am talking about WHO is last in the living room la. When you are the last person to leave the TV in the living room, isn't it completely LOGICAL for you to lock the doors before you leave for your room for the night?
If I am the one who has been watching TV for the night, OF COURSE I would lock the door before I go to bed right? I feel insecure to leave the door so wide agap because my room is the nearest to the main entrance.
And, you said you've helped me lock the doors before when I came home the latest, but that was ONLY because you were at the LIVING ROOM watching TV.
And I didn't lock the door because you were still awake and how would I know if you still needed to go out or whatever?
And if you mean to say that you have locked the doors for me EVEN if you weren't watching TV, then BULLSHIT. Your room is way at the end of the house, FAR from the living room, if you come out of it for toilet breaks, would you even NOTICE that the FRONT doors aren't locked completely? What kind of trips out of your room would require you to reach the FRONT doors? Even the KITCHEN is nearer to your room than the front doors.
So what do you have to say now, huh?
I can safely say that I have NEVER left the doors wide agap when I come home and everyone is already sound asleep. Can you SAFELY say that for yourself?
I don't think so. So next time, instead of denying your mistakes or PUSHING it to other people, just admit it and take the blame.
Don't be such a coward.
I wish I have thought of saying this back to her just now. Damn.
This has happened millions of times, okay? I don't even know why she tries to deny it. Worse, she counters and says that I do the same.
Hello, let me ask you, how many times have I been out that late that everybody has already gone to sleep? How about NEVER?
And if there was even a time like that, I CONFIRM will lock the door. CONFIRM.
But she? She comes home at unearthly hours and then just sits there and watch TV and then I would be in my room, but when I come out for toilet breaks, I discover she has already gone to sleep and the curtains aren't drawn and then glass door is still wide agap.
And then she says she has also locked the doors for me numerous times when I came back late.
Hello, I am talking about WHO is last in the living room la. When you are the last person to leave the TV in the living room, isn't it completely LOGICAL for you to lock the doors before you leave for your room for the night?
If I am the one who has been watching TV for the night, OF COURSE I would lock the door before I go to bed right? I feel insecure to leave the door so wide agap because my room is the nearest to the main entrance.
And, you said you've helped me lock the doors before when I came home the latest, but that was ONLY because you were at the LIVING ROOM watching TV.
And I didn't lock the door because you were still awake and how would I know if you still needed to go out or whatever?
And if you mean to say that you have locked the doors for me EVEN if you weren't watching TV, then BULLSHIT. Your room is way at the end of the house, FAR from the living room, if you come out of it for toilet breaks, would you even NOTICE that the FRONT doors aren't locked completely? What kind of trips out of your room would require you to reach the FRONT doors? Even the KITCHEN is nearer to your room than the front doors.
So what do you have to say now, huh?
I can safely say that I have NEVER left the doors wide agap when I come home and everyone is already sound asleep. Can you SAFELY say that for yourself?
I don't think so. So next time, instead of denying your mistakes or PUSHING it to other people, just admit it and take the blame.
Don't be such a coward.
I wish I have thought of saying this back to her just now. Damn.
I know I look old but do I look THAT old?
I have been wondering for a very long time. I know for being 17, to stand at 172cm and to weigh 75kg, I look essentially huge.
But do my looks really look that old that only weird old men hit on me?
For a very long time, whenever I notice a guy like, you know, checking me out, he is usually over 20.
And for even worse cases, they are men who are like, 40 years and above. With their scary balding heads or thick moustache.
And many a time, they carry on this really gross and smirky smile, which makes me feel so vulnerable and violated that I want to call the police the charge them for sexual harassment.
So suay right?
I know la most Asian guys are too short for me, too SMALL for me, too WHATEVER for me, but I have met alot of guys my age who are BIGGER than me and TALLER than me what!
So how can people say only 20 something guys are suitable for me right now???
Maybe people my age look for girls who are small and quiet and pretty and cute and sian and boring and say yes to whatever and have got no opinions of their own and like to wear alot of mini skirts and have skinny legs and thin bodies and EVERYTHING I don't have la.
That's why only mature enough people would check me out, because they know that people like me, tall and pretty and smart and gorgeous and loud and opinionated and not skinny are so much more than meets the eyes. /gg (stupid Jeff got me addicted to this emoticon)
Okay la, probably I am not pretty or smart or gorgeous but then I am still much more than what meets the eyes leh.
So it's fine because I don't want immature people to be my bf anyway, leave them for the other boring girls in the planet. HAH!
But then most guys who I've noticed check me out are usually Malays or Indians or other races one. Got Chinese also la, but mostly they aren't Chinese.
I am not saying that this is wrong and I don't want guys of other races to check me out or whatever la but I just want to know ma.
Still I feel it's damn funny la.
Maybe no young people check me out because I look like a whore that's why these old hamsap man and lao ti kos like to look at me and solicit about prices for my service and stuff.
Hmmm...
Mystery...
Question No.4765: Do I look like a whore?
But do my looks really look that old that only weird old men hit on me?
For a very long time, whenever I notice a guy like, you know, checking me out, he is usually over 20.
And for even worse cases, they are men who are like, 40 years and above. With their scary balding heads or thick moustache.
And many a time, they carry on this really gross and smirky smile, which makes me feel so vulnerable and violated that I want to call the police the charge them for sexual harassment.
So suay right?
I know la most Asian guys are too short for me, too SMALL for me, too WHATEVER for me, but I have met alot of guys my age who are BIGGER than me and TALLER than me what!
So how can people say only 20 something guys are suitable for me right now???
Maybe people my age look for girls who are small and quiet and pretty and cute and sian and boring and say yes to whatever and have got no opinions of their own and like to wear alot of mini skirts and have skinny legs and thin bodies and EVERYTHING I don't have la.
That's why only mature enough people would check me out, because they know that people like me, tall and pretty and smart and gorgeous and loud and opinionated and not skinny are so much more than meets the eyes. /gg (stupid Jeff got me addicted to this emoticon)
Okay la, probably I am not pretty or smart or gorgeous but then I am still much more than what meets the eyes leh.
So it's fine because I don't want immature people to be my bf anyway, leave them for the other boring girls in the planet. HAH!
But then most guys who I've noticed check me out are usually Malays or Indians or other races one. Got Chinese also la, but mostly they aren't Chinese.
I am not saying that this is wrong and I don't want guys of other races to check me out or whatever la but I just want to know ma.
Still I feel it's damn funny la.
Maybe no young people check me out because I look like a whore that's why these old hamsap man and lao ti kos like to look at me and solicit about prices for my service and stuff.
Hmmm...
Mystery...
Question No.4765: Do I look like a whore?
Hello people!
I feel so damn lazy to upload photos to my blog nowadays weyh. It is fucking slow to do it through blogger.com and even more troublesome to do it with Photoshop or Flicker or Imageshack or whatever.
So if you want pictures just go to my Facebook. I set my Fb page to be seen by the public because I love attention and I am not afraid to let people dig deep into my personal life.
And also I think it is thoroughly stupid to post things online and then set your profile to private and disallow the public to view it.
It is like, dying your hair blond and curling it, but then when you go out, you put on a hat in fear that people would look at you weirdly and call you a Western chick wannabe.
I say, just do it. If you want the attention, make sure you are brave enough to handle it.
And not quiver in fear when something goes awry.
Or better, if you're afraid of the consequences, then don't post them online (which is like, the most PUBLIC place EVER) in the first place. Simple.
So today I woke up again at an unearthly hour of 1.30pm eventhough I slept at like, 10.00pm yesterday. Yes that is like 13 and a half hours straight don't ask me why I don't even know what is wrong with me.
Probably going to Edufair at Mid Valley yesterday gave me some perspectives regarding my life.
And that is: I am not rich. But of course, neither am I poor.
But like my Mum put it, if I am looking to enroll in a private college or university, "You know we can't afford it."
And then I found out that not many private big shot colleges offer full scholarships to SPM leavers who obtain good grades for SPM.
And worse, most of them offer full scholarships only to people who get 11As and above.
And of course I am not entitled to such good fortunes, given the fact that I only took 10 subjects for my SPM.
And even if I did take 11, would I be good enough to score perfect As for each subject?
No, because I didn't try hard enough for my SPM, and I know I am going to regret it when they announce our results in March later but seriously I am trying very hard not to think about that right now so can we just not talk about it. MOVING ON.
And most of the tuition fees exceed like tens of thousands and I am pretty convinced that a big part of the students who go to private colleges are just very rich people's kids, rather than very smart kids.
I am not talking about you la, but if you are those kids, then YES I am talking about you.
But if in the end, you make more money and earn more respect than me in your life, then you can come back to shoot me or smack me in the head with a swordfish or whatever.
So bottom line, if I am looking into enrolling in private colleges, I can kiss my dream goodbye.
But thankfully, I don't have that dream, so it wasn't such a big blow to me when I realised I cannot afford it.
I only want to be able to get into a fairly well known college/university, local, since then I can afford it, and then pursue whatever I want to do from there la.
I don't really mind having to go to a local college and not get all the nice big facilities as those that are offered in private c and u, I just want to be able to study and graduate la.
And I really, really don't want to resort to Form 6 because I know STPM has its pros and stuff, but really, if given a choice, I would much rather not do Form 6.
Because I seriously don't want to have to go through the whole Kapten Titiwangsa, President of English Club and bla bla bla again. I know in c and u I would also have these things, but it would be different than in HIGH SCHOOL right.
And also I think PA sounds like a very boring subject. So I really dread having to learn it, which I would definitely have to, if I were to go to Form 6.
But then if all else fails, of course I would be doing Form 6 la. Or not what? Waitress ar? No thank you.
So I guess it all depends on my SPM results lorh.
Super sian.
Where is everybody anyway?
I woke up today to an empty house, and I haven't even got a phonecall from any constituents of the Tan household. And I, of course, refuse to call them because then they would just boast to me about wherever fun place they are at at the moment and tell me that it is my own problem that I cannot be there as well for waking up so late in the first place.
Hello. 1.30pm very late meh.
Anyway, I got no constructive stuff to post here today la, but at least you read till here right.
Grrr I am in a foul mood.
Adioh.
So if you want pictures just go to my Facebook. I set my Fb page to be seen by the public because I love attention and I am not afraid to let people dig deep into my personal life.
And also I think it is thoroughly stupid to post things online and then set your profile to private and disallow the public to view it.
It is like, dying your hair blond and curling it, but then when you go out, you put on a hat in fear that people would look at you weirdly and call you a Western chick wannabe.
I say, just do it. If you want the attention, make sure you are brave enough to handle it.
And not quiver in fear when something goes awry.
Or better, if you're afraid of the consequences, then don't post them online (which is like, the most PUBLIC place EVER) in the first place. Simple.
So today I woke up again at an unearthly hour of 1.30pm eventhough I slept at like, 10.00pm yesterday. Yes that is like 13 and a half hours straight don't ask me why I don't even know what is wrong with me.
Probably going to Edufair at Mid Valley yesterday gave me some perspectives regarding my life.
And that is: I am not rich. But of course, neither am I poor.
But like my Mum put it, if I am looking to enroll in a private college or university, "You know we can't afford it."
And then I found out that not many private big shot colleges offer full scholarships to SPM leavers who obtain good grades for SPM.
And worse, most of them offer full scholarships only to people who get 11As and above.
And of course I am not entitled to such good fortunes, given the fact that I only took 10 subjects for my SPM.
And even if I did take 11, would I be good enough to score perfect As for each subject?
No, because I didn't try hard enough for my SPM, and I know I am going to regret it when they announce our results in March later but seriously I am trying very hard not to think about that right now so can we just not talk about it. MOVING ON.
And most of the tuition fees exceed like tens of thousands and I am pretty convinced that a big part of the students who go to private colleges are just very rich people's kids, rather than very smart kids.
I am not talking about you la, but if you are those kids, then YES I am talking about you.
But if in the end, you make more money and earn more respect than me in your life, then you can come back to shoot me or smack me in the head with a swordfish or whatever.
So bottom line, if I am looking into enrolling in private colleges, I can kiss my dream goodbye.
But thankfully, I don't have that dream, so it wasn't such a big blow to me when I realised I cannot afford it.
I only want to be able to get into a fairly well known college/university, local, since then I can afford it, and then pursue whatever I want to do from there la.
I don't really mind having to go to a local college and not get all the nice big facilities as those that are offered in private c and u, I just want to be able to study and graduate la.
And I really, really don't want to resort to Form 6 because I know STPM has its pros and stuff, but really, if given a choice, I would much rather not do Form 6.
Because I seriously don't want to have to go through the whole Kapten Titiwangsa, President of English Club and bla bla bla again. I know in c and u I would also have these things, but it would be different than in HIGH SCHOOL right.
And also I think PA sounds like a very boring subject. So I really dread having to learn it, which I would definitely have to, if I were to go to Form 6.
But then if all else fails, of course I would be doing Form 6 la. Or not what? Waitress ar? No thank you.
So I guess it all depends on my SPM results lorh.
Super sian.
Where is everybody anyway?
I woke up today to an empty house, and I haven't even got a phonecall from any constituents of the Tan household. And I, of course, refuse to call them because then they would just boast to me about wherever fun place they are at at the moment and tell me that it is my own problem that I cannot be there as well for waking up so late in the first place.
Hello. 1.30pm very late meh.
Anyway, I got no constructive stuff to post here today la, but at least you read till here right.
Grrr I am in a foul mood.
Adioh.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Not In The Mood
I just came back from a RM828 Japanese dinner at Rakuzen with 10 other people.
And my Sister actually wanted to belanja today. Lucky didn't tell anyone. She korek her Apple coin box until empty also I don't think she would have enough to pay. Hahahahahahahaha.
I also just came back from The Library.
Essentially, probably I should just say I just came back from clubbing.
Although of course I wasn't in the mood to socialise, since the whole clubbing thing was kind of an impromptu plan.
And besides, they were all Tommy's friends.
I didn't really make the effort to socialise, and thank God, none of them really paid attention to me anyway. Except for one of Tommy's friends, Charlie I think, (Don't remember his name, told you I wasn't in the mood to socialise) kind of held out his hand to introduce himself to me. I took it and smiled "Hi" while he kind of waited.
I just looked at him blank and took back my hand because I knew he was waiting for me to reply with my name. Only I didn't want to have more conversation with anybody there (so I put on the anti-social image right at the beginning), so I didn't even mention my name to him.
HAHAHAHAHA I think he was kind of taken aback, but sorry la, not in the mood.
I can be a very sociable person if I want to. Seriously, I have got lots to ask if you engage in a conversation with me. But when I'm not in the mood, I can look pretty snobby and stuck up la.
But if you ask people who know me enough, of course I am not a stuck up bitch la.
I can talk for hours and hours on the phone with practically anybody, if I'm in the mood.
The thing is, nobody wants to call me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA sound like the biggest ultimate loser right. (and not even on the weighing scale, damn)
Okay whatever, so my Mum was also at The Library. With some of her colleagues. And I hate it when she smokes (albeit only during socialising) so when I saw her smoking, I immediately got angry.
And then when I left with my Sister (in Tommy's car. My Mum was still there), I didn't even say goodbye to her. I didn't even LOOK at her. I just like, walked away.
And then I kind of wondered what her colleagues must have thought of me.
Disrespectful? Bratty?
Whatever. I don't care. I would not just SMILE at her because I want to portray a good girl image. Because I've told her that I HATE it when she smokes, and since she isn't respecting my wishes (which is a very REASONABLE one, thank you) I don't give a fuck how embarrassed she might have felt in front of her colleagues.
Whatever. Ultimately, this post is to accentuate how Not In The Mood I am.
Geez. I am such a loser.
With a loser's life.
With a loser's social life.
Fuck everyone.
And my Sister actually wanted to belanja today. Lucky didn't tell anyone. She korek her Apple coin box until empty also I don't think she would have enough to pay. Hahahahahahahaha.
I also just came back from The Library.
Essentially, probably I should just say I just came back from clubbing.
Although of course I wasn't in the mood to socialise, since the whole clubbing thing was kind of an impromptu plan.
And besides, they were all Tommy's friends.
I didn't really make the effort to socialise, and thank God, none of them really paid attention to me anyway. Except for one of Tommy's friends, Charlie I think, (Don't remember his name, told you I wasn't in the mood to socialise) kind of held out his hand to introduce himself to me. I took it and smiled "Hi" while he kind of waited.
I just looked at him blank and took back my hand because I knew he was waiting for me to reply with my name. Only I didn't want to have more conversation with anybody there (so I put on the anti-social image right at the beginning), so I didn't even mention my name to him.
HAHAHAHAHA I think he was kind of taken aback, but sorry la, not in the mood.
I can be a very sociable person if I want to. Seriously, I have got lots to ask if you engage in a conversation with me. But when I'm not in the mood, I can look pretty snobby and stuck up la.
But if you ask people who know me enough, of course I am not a stuck up bitch la.
I can talk for hours and hours on the phone with practically anybody, if I'm in the mood.
The thing is, nobody wants to call me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA sound like the biggest ultimate loser right. (and not even on the weighing scale, damn)
Okay whatever, so my Mum was also at The Library. With some of her colleagues. And I hate it when she smokes (albeit only during socialising) so when I saw her smoking, I immediately got angry.
And then when I left with my Sister (in Tommy's car. My Mum was still there), I didn't even say goodbye to her. I didn't even LOOK at her. I just like, walked away.
And then I kind of wondered what her colleagues must have thought of me.
Disrespectful? Bratty?
Whatever. I don't care. I would not just SMILE at her because I want to portray a good girl image. Because I've told her that I HATE it when she smokes, and since she isn't respecting my wishes (which is a very REASONABLE one, thank you) I don't give a fuck how embarrassed she might have felt in front of her colleagues.
Whatever. Ultimately, this post is to accentuate how Not In The Mood I am.
Geez. I am such a loser.
With a loser's life.
With a loser's social life.
Fuck everyone.
Friday, December 18, 2009
I am 17. But I still whine to my parents when I want something.
I know that sometimes I may carry the appearance of being an overly whiny over sized over loud 17 year old girl, but seriously, that is just who I am.
I don't see anything wrong with being whiny and pampered, because it at least gets me what I want from time to time. I know whiny people are very repulsive and annoying, but trust me, some parents like it better when their children whine at them for something, rather than having them slam the door shut in reverse psychology in order to get what they have been denied.
It isn't wrong to whine at your parents, unless your parents are like, totally rigid and geeky people, who are immune to emotions. But my parents aren't like that.
In fact, I think they thoroughly enjoy it when their children whine to them. (Frankly, by children of course I mean me, since I am the youngest of their two children and thus will always be subject to being the baby of the family) I reckon it gives them some kind of warmth as they would be able to feel again what it was like when we were still kids.
I think it is psychologically proven that parents have an inordinate need to be able to feel like their children still depend on them, because I guess it gives them a sense of empowerment that no matter how old their children get, ultimately when they fall down, it is their parents they turn to for comfort.
Plus, my family is a very loving one, even though of course my parents have separated since I was about I dunno, 3-4 years old? But living with my Mum has thought me alot of things about familial love and care, and instead of turning me into a rebellious kid from a broken family background, my parents' separation only served to bring my Mum and I closer, because my whole life thus far has been spent in the sole presence of my Mum (and my Sister of course).
Even though I am huge and not to mention 17 years of age, I still huggle my Mum in her bed and roll around nibbing her arm lovingly in childish abandonment like I am a small kid. It seems hard to believe, and definitely difficult to imagine, but that is exactly the way I am with my family.
I like being this way because I know there are only a handful of families out there who share a bond so close as the one I share with my Mum and my Sister.
And so of course, being brought up in such a lovey-dovey family, I would automatically carry my whininess into my formative process. And so when I make good friends, it isn't totally bewildering that I may pass some of my whininess into my friendships.
Take Cherrie for example, I whine to her all the time, and I guess I am lucky that she doesn't mind it so much. Well, I guess she doesn't mind it so much, because I think she knows this is the way I am. But to the outside world, they may perceive me as being a spoilt brat who comes from a rich family and who obviously thinks they world revolves around her and her needs.
Number 1, I am not a spoilt brat. Though I may be lucky enough to be granted almost everything that I have ever wanted in my life, I didn't get them through whiny tears and childish tantrums. I got them because I deserved them because they were usually rewards for me when I did well in exams, or had been the good daughter that month.
Number 2, I am not even rich. I live in a house where electricity is like gold, and whenever the air-cond is left on for even a minute longer, my Mum would chastise us for being wasteful. And also, even though I have a fully functioning air-cond in my bedroom, I am not allowed to turn it on when I go to bed at night, rather, I only get to use it once in a blue moon.
Number 3, I have often sacrificed my wants when I realised they sound unreasonable, so how can I be someone who is self-centered? One of the things I take most pride in my personality is the fact that I am a very helpful person. I donate to charity foundations and I like to offer help to random people when they need it. I am not trying to blow my own trumpet, but this is really one fact about myself I would like to admit. Because I am proud of it.
Probably my childishness has been confused by other people with being spoilt and irritating, but I seriously don't see anything wrong with being whiny. I am not asking you to share my beliefs, but I am requesting that you would respect me the way I am.
I seriously don't see where this post is going, however, but I just felt the need to write it. Because many a time people have mistaken my whininess for something much more repulsive such as being a spoilt brat, and I don't want to be perceived that way.
I am whiny. So what? If you don't like it, I won't do it to you, but please do not ask me to stop altogether, because this is my life, and if it isn't anything wrong, I would not change the way I am.
Adioh.
I don't see anything wrong with being whiny and pampered, because it at least gets me what I want from time to time. I know whiny people are very repulsive and annoying, but trust me, some parents like it better when their children whine at them for something, rather than having them slam the door shut in reverse psychology in order to get what they have been denied.
It isn't wrong to whine at your parents, unless your parents are like, totally rigid and geeky people, who are immune to emotions. But my parents aren't like that.
In fact, I think they thoroughly enjoy it when their children whine to them. (Frankly, by children of course I mean me, since I am the youngest of their two children and thus will always be subject to being the baby of the family) I reckon it gives them some kind of warmth as they would be able to feel again what it was like when we were still kids.
I think it is psychologically proven that parents have an inordinate need to be able to feel like their children still depend on them, because I guess it gives them a sense of empowerment that no matter how old their children get, ultimately when they fall down, it is their parents they turn to for comfort.
Plus, my family is a very loving one, even though of course my parents have separated since I was about I dunno, 3-4 years old? But living with my Mum has thought me alot of things about familial love and care, and instead of turning me into a rebellious kid from a broken family background, my parents' separation only served to bring my Mum and I closer, because my whole life thus far has been spent in the sole presence of my Mum (and my Sister of course).
Even though I am huge and not to mention 17 years of age, I still huggle my Mum in her bed and roll around nibbing her arm lovingly in childish abandonment like I am a small kid. It seems hard to believe, and definitely difficult to imagine, but that is exactly the way I am with my family.
I like being this way because I know there are only a handful of families out there who share a bond so close as the one I share with my Mum and my Sister.
And so of course, being brought up in such a lovey-dovey family, I would automatically carry my whininess into my formative process. And so when I make good friends, it isn't totally bewildering that I may pass some of my whininess into my friendships.
Take Cherrie for example, I whine to her all the time, and I guess I am lucky that she doesn't mind it so much. Well, I guess she doesn't mind it so much, because I think she knows this is the way I am. But to the outside world, they may perceive me as being a spoilt brat who comes from a rich family and who obviously thinks they world revolves around her and her needs.
Number 1, I am not a spoilt brat. Though I may be lucky enough to be granted almost everything that I have ever wanted in my life, I didn't get them through whiny tears and childish tantrums. I got them because I deserved them because they were usually rewards for me when I did well in exams, or had been the good daughter that month.
Number 2, I am not even rich. I live in a house where electricity is like gold, and whenever the air-cond is left on for even a minute longer, my Mum would chastise us for being wasteful. And also, even though I have a fully functioning air-cond in my bedroom, I am not allowed to turn it on when I go to bed at night, rather, I only get to use it once in a blue moon.
Number 3, I have often sacrificed my wants when I realised they sound unreasonable, so how can I be someone who is self-centered? One of the things I take most pride in my personality is the fact that I am a very helpful person. I donate to charity foundations and I like to offer help to random people when they need it. I am not trying to blow my own trumpet, but this is really one fact about myself I would like to admit. Because I am proud of it.
Probably my childishness has been confused by other people with being spoilt and irritating, but I seriously don't see anything wrong with being whiny. I am not asking you to share my beliefs, but I am requesting that you would respect me the way I am.
I seriously don't see where this post is going, however, but I just felt the need to write it. Because many a time people have mistaken my whininess for something much more repulsive such as being a spoilt brat, and I don't want to be perceived that way.
I am whiny. So what? If you don't like it, I won't do it to you, but please do not ask me to stop altogether, because this is my life, and if it isn't anything wrong, I would not change the way I am.
Adioh.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thanks Manda!
Hey guys! Remember the post where I posted the first song I ever (officially) written (alone)?
http://joeyjoeldavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/gulps-my-first-song.html
But nobody seemed to bother because I sucked so bad at singing it?
I really liked the song and I thought probably nobody else paid attention (except Manda of course =D) because my voice kind of made the song sound bad or whatever.
And I was proven right (about the song being nice and it only sounds bad because I sing it) because when super Manda covered it,
http://miss-hanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/cover-wrong-guy-by-joey-joeldavid.html
Like a miracle, and my dream come true, the song sounded so much, so much, so much BETTER! =DDDD
I am not even afraid to admit it! =DDD I don't care if you guys still think my song sucks, but I loooooooooooveeeee it! >__<
I'm gonna go finish up my other songs now for Manda to cover! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Adioh!
PS> CHECK OUT HER COVER! SERIOUSLY!
PPS> I can't stop listening to her version! =DDD I love the part where the song kind of explodes at 3:04!
PPPS> Thanks so much Manda! (=
http://joeyjoeldavid.blogspot.com/2009/09/gulps-my-first-song.html
But nobody seemed to bother because I sucked so bad at singing it?
I really liked the song and I thought probably nobody else paid attention (except Manda of course =D) because my voice kind of made the song sound bad or whatever.
And I was proven right (about the song being nice and it only sounds bad because I sing it) because when super Manda covered it,
http://miss-hanz.blogspot.com/2009/12/cover-wrong-guy-by-joey-joeldavid.html
Like a miracle, and my dream come true, the song sounded so much, so much, so much BETTER! =DDDD
I am not even afraid to admit it! =DDD I don't care if you guys still think my song sucks, but I loooooooooooveeeee it! >__<
I'm gonna go finish up my other songs now for Manda to cover! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Adioh!
PS> CHECK OUT HER COVER! SERIOUSLY!
PPS> I can't stop listening to her version! =DDD I love the part where the song kind of explodes at 3:04!
PPPS> Thanks so much Manda! (=
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
People who don't know shit, should really just shut the fuck up.
If I am not talking about you, then I am NOT talking about you.
If I am not talking about her, then I am NOT talking her.
If you think you are a saint and an innocent little piece of shit, then you ARE a saint and an innocent little piece of shit. The only difference is, that's what YOU believe. I don't.
Get it?
So stay in your fucking business and stop impersonating me. What I do, is my business. Not yours.
I am saying this on behalf of everybody in the world who has been accused of doing something she didn't do, and to those who think that they are SAINTS. Well, you can suck up all the supposed truth you want to believe, but not EVERYBODY is going buy it.
Don't challenge me, one day I might just blow.
Fuckers.
And if there is no solid proof that I am talking about you through this post, then don't ASSUME that I am talking about you and cause a whole big drama about it.
Seriously.
All this angst is giving me a major headache.
If I am not talking about her, then I am NOT talking her.
If you think you are a saint and an innocent little piece of shit, then you ARE a saint and an innocent little piece of shit. The only difference is, that's what YOU believe. I don't.
Get it?
So stay in your fucking business and stop impersonating me. What I do, is my business. Not yours.
I am saying this on behalf of everybody in the world who has been accused of doing something she didn't do, and to those who think that they are SAINTS. Well, you can suck up all the supposed truth you want to believe, but not EVERYBODY is going buy it.
Don't challenge me, one day I might just blow.
Fuckers.
And if there is no solid proof that I am talking about you through this post, then don't ASSUME that I am talking about you and cause a whole big drama about it.
Seriously.
All this angst is giving me a major headache.
Yesterday when I came back from Genting Highlands, I immediately went into my room and changed and then plopped onto my bed and slept.
I didn't wake up until about 9pm. And then everybody in the house was already eating and stuff.
Tapi my Mum suddenly came and offered to heat dinner up for me so I said ok lo.
But when I makan, seriously, I gobbled down the whole bowl of fried rice, baru I realised my sister also had not taken her dinner. I seriously thought before that that she already had dinner!
In the end my sister terpaksa makan Maggie Mee. I am so sorry. I seriously didn't know.
I know this would make my Mum look super pilih kasih and berat sebelah, but really, she isn't, she loves us both just the same. Mum I buat begitu to ambil hati I only. Because she wants to use my PC.
Gulps.
I didn't wake up until about 9pm. And then everybody in the house was already eating and stuff.
Tapi my Mum suddenly came and offered to heat dinner up for me so I said ok lo.
But when I makan, seriously, I gobbled down the whole bowl of fried rice, baru I realised my sister also had not taken her dinner. I seriously thought before that that she already had dinner!
In the end my sister terpaksa makan Maggie Mee. I am so sorry. I seriously didn't know.
I know this would make my Mum look super pilih kasih and berat sebelah, but really, she isn't, she loves us both just the same. Mum I buat begitu to ambil hati I only. Because she wants to use my PC.
Gulps.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
I thought it was worth it, but I guess I was wrong.
I thought that she would be worth it, but I guess I was wrong. Very terribly wrong.
Tell me, you.
I thought we had a special bond. I thought that even though we aren't always the closest hang-out buddies (I almost typed fuck-buddies -___- The things you say when you hang out with too many perverted people and/or watch too many American movies/TV shows), we still shared some kind of unspoken bond that was unbreakable.
People who know me well would immediately know who I am talking about in this post through the type of English I use. I'm not usually the sappy soft artsy type.
Anyway, I thought things would be different. And yes, things have changed. But instead of from good to being better, we went from good to being bad. Is this what you've always wanted?
Whatever, you know? It's not a friend if the things you talk about only involve your certain favourite band or who's hotter on TV or who's the biggest bitch in school.
Real friends are like.....heck, you won't even understand it if I told you because you have never had one. Or at least, until what you did the other day. I thought that you were one of the few people I actually loved with all my heart, but when you broke it (my heart) the other day, thankfully I realised you were only a tiny shard from this big pumping thing. And it could be easily mended, because around me I have greater friends, people who are worthier of my friendship who could fill my heart back out.
I won't say that I would stop loving you, or caring about you, because these things cannot be stopped just because I want to. I would be lying if I said I would not agree to have you back even if you apologise, because this bond we have established, no, this bond that I have one-sidedly established between us, it's real. It's real to me.
But right now, I don't see the point in chasing after you. Why chase after someone who would just turn around to slap you in the face? I've learnt my lesson.
You might not have slapped me the other day, but the things you said to me, they hurt way more than what a slap could do to me. And I am saying that as a person who has excessively pain-sensitive cheeks. So you get the drill.
Honestly, you're a push-over. You get influenced by the people you hang out with. You were never like this when we were close. You were never this bitch you are right now.
Maybe you're happy being a bitch right now, or probably you have always been this way, and it was just me who didn't realise it at first.
But I guess I'm still not too late to realise it now.
Goodbye, you.
Tell me, you.
I thought we had a special bond. I thought that even though we aren't always the closest hang-out buddies (I almost typed fuck-buddies -___- The things you say when you hang out with too many perverted people and/or watch too many American movies/TV shows), we still shared some kind of unspoken bond that was unbreakable.
People who know me well would immediately know who I am talking about in this post through the type of English I use. I'm not usually the sappy soft artsy type.
Anyway, I thought things would be different. And yes, things have changed. But instead of from good to being better, we went from good to being bad. Is this what you've always wanted?
Whatever, you know? It's not a friend if the things you talk about only involve your certain favourite band or who's hotter on TV or who's the biggest bitch in school.
Real friends are like.....heck, you won't even understand it if I told you because you have never had one. Or at least, until what you did the other day. I thought that you were one of the few people I actually loved with all my heart, but when you broke it (my heart) the other day, thankfully I realised you were only a tiny shard from this big pumping thing. And it could be easily mended, because around me I have greater friends, people who are worthier of my friendship who could fill my heart back out.
I won't say that I would stop loving you, or caring about you, because these things cannot be stopped just because I want to. I would be lying if I said I would not agree to have you back even if you apologise, because this bond we have established, no, this bond that I have one-sidedly established between us, it's real. It's real to me.
But right now, I don't see the point in chasing after you. Why chase after someone who would just turn around to slap you in the face? I've learnt my lesson.
You might not have slapped me the other day, but the things you said to me, they hurt way more than what a slap could do to me. And I am saying that as a person who has excessively pain-sensitive cheeks. So you get the drill.
Honestly, you're a push-over. You get influenced by the people you hang out with. You were never like this when we were close. You were never this bitch you are right now.
Maybe you're happy being a bitch right now, or probably you have always been this way, and it was just me who didn't realise it at first.
But I guess I'm still not too late to realise it now.
Goodbye, you.
Monday, December 7, 2009
I just don't GET people one loh.
In August, my Mum and my Aunts decided to go for a trip to Australia. Coincidentally, the date that they had chosen for this holiday clashed exactly with my SPM trial exams. Obviously I was crushed right. But then after a few days or something I decided I didn't want to go and would stay for my exam.
But then while these happy people who weren't weighed down with stupid trials exams went around happily deciding what they were going to do in Australia, blithely ignoring how pissed I was that they were being so LOUD talking about a trip I wasn't participating in, I got really, really mad.
I was so SUPER mad that they were so selfish, that at night when I went to bed, I cried. There was a blog entry about this, about how upset I was that everyone was going to Australia but I wasn't, but the reason I cried was NOT actually because I wasn't going for the holiday, but because in my mind I was going, How can they be so mean? And selfish? I am RIGHT here and they are discussing Australia while happily GRINNING AND LAUGHING AND EXPECTING ME TO GRIN AND LAUGH BACK TOO.
I admit when I wrote the post, I wanted sympathy. I wanted people to feel bad for me, and I wanted people to comfort me. I wrote that I cried at night when everyone had gone to sleep, but that only happened once. And the reason I cried was because they were being SELFISH, not because I had to forgo the trip to Australia.
So in a way I kind of twisted the truth and wrote about how upset I was just so people would sympathise with me more.
Somehow the event of how I cried at night reached my Mum and she decided to book an air ticket for me to go to Australia because she felt super guilty. So then of course, I asked her how come she suddenly felt guilty and she said because she knew I had been crying at night.
I got really mad. Because, well, in a way I was embarrassed, but also I was pissed of who told my MOTHER stuff I wrote on my blog? I thought my Mum had gone to my blog on her own but she said someone told her about it.
I know the person who told people that I cried at night was really just trying to be nice and all. And I'm not mad at that person. I was not mad at that person, really. I was just mad that my Mum didn't even try to hide the fact that she KNEW that I had been crying at night, and told it straight to my face.
It was almost like, you see someone who's boobs look uneven and then you hear from your other friend that the person with the uneven boobs had a boyfriend who chopped off her boobs while they were sleeping at night but then you still go up to the person with uneven boobs and say, "I am sorry to hear about your ex-boyfriend chopping your boobs. Here, I've got an orange for you to stuff into your bra." as if the person with the uneven boobs is not embarrassed enough.
GET IT??????????? You don't go up and SAY things like that to people. I was EMBARRASSED to admit that I cried at night, that was why I wrote it in my blog and not go around telling people. But then now my MOTHER came up to me and told me she knew I had been crying.
And the worse part? SHE TOLD EVERYBODY about it. As if I was not embarrassed enough. First, this thing about me crying went to my MOTHER'S SIDE of the family, but thank God no one talked to me about it. At least, YET.
And then later I heard my MUM telling it to my FATHER'S SIDE OF THE FAMILY. IN MY PRESENCE. I was like WTF? What the hell was she trying to do??? As if I was not embarrassed enough, now she was SPREADING to the whole world.
I really didn't know how to face anyone after that. What would they have thought of me? This WHINY little freak who cries just because she has to sit for trial exams and forgo a trip to freaking Australia and GOD she is already 17 years old for Heaven's sake!?
Because that's EXACTLY what one of my uncle thinks of me. I tell you, I was already embarrassed enough as it is, did he HAVE to RUB IT IN MY FACE?
It happened like this:
When we were having breakfast one morning, he told me that I wasted my Mum's money for not going to Australia since she already bought the ticket.
I told him that I never ASKED her to buy the ticket for me.
He said, "What, you go around crying that's why your Mum bought it for you. EVERYBODY KNOWS IT."
I really felt like PUNCHING HIS FACE.
1) I did NOT GO AROUND CRYING. I wrote it in my BLOG. NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT IT TOO, but somehow WORD LEAKED. Was that my fault?
2) I didn't even let SHOW that I was upset by this. Around everyone, I was just smiling and telling them to buy me souvenirs and to take loads of pictures and heck, I was even JOKING with them.
3) IT WAS NONE OF HIS FUCKING BUSINESS.
4) Why did he have to RUB IT IN MY FACE??? What would he GAIN from that? Why couldn't he just SHUT THE FUCK UP and pretend that he didn't know anything about this???
5) I was also ANGRY and SHOCKED because now I found out ANOTHER person knew about how I cried at night.
I tell you, ever since that day, I have developed this huge HATRED for him. I don't even want to go to his house for lunch or dinners anymore. Anything that would require his presence I try not to attend. Because I'm afraid I would actually kill him if I was placed in close proximity to him.
And another thing, he calls me FAT, FATTY and every other word that means fat to address me. What could I do but to just laugh and then pretend that I am not affected? AS IF HE IS VERY SKINNY LA NOW. GOD. If you have this kind of uncle you tell me la, YOU ANGRY OR NOTTTTTTTTT.
I know I am FAT okay. I don't need to be REMINDED OF IT BY YOU, A FELLOW FAT PERSON. Honestly, I also think you are a very stupid man. How would you like it if I addressed you as STUPID everytime I see you? You are entitled to your opinion SO AM I. You think I'm fat, I think you're STUPID AND FAT. So can I call you that??? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I cannot. Because you are SENIOR. And I have to respect you and just gobble up ANYTHING bad you say about me.
Why can't he just CONSIDER MY FEELINGS once in awhile? I know he is just trying to be funny, but doesn't he get it that when you keep telling someone the SAME JOKE over and over, it just becomes NOT FUNNY anymore??????
All this while I have been very respectful and civil to him, because I know he is senior and I should respect him. That is why I am writing this in my BLOG. Where he will NOT REACH. So I urge you readers to please DON'T go around spreading what I write in my blog, unless I have stated in the post to do so.
Respect my privacy please. I know my blog is not exactly a very private place, but at least if you don't SPREAD the stuff that I asked to keep private, then it will remain as private as it possibly can.
PS> Deep down, I know my uncle actually loves me very much. And he's just trying to make old man jokes. I know that he is not as bad as I depict him to be in this post, but really, I just WANT to write this down. It hurts me alot, about when he made fun of how I cried at night and also about how FAT I am. And I probably wouldn't mean what I say here anymore in a few days, but right now, this is from the bottom of my heart.
But then while these happy people who weren't weighed down with stupid trials exams went around happily deciding what they were going to do in Australia, blithely ignoring how pissed I was that they were being so LOUD talking about a trip I wasn't participating in, I got really, really mad.
I was so SUPER mad that they were so selfish, that at night when I went to bed, I cried. There was a blog entry about this, about how upset I was that everyone was going to Australia but I wasn't, but the reason I cried was NOT actually because I wasn't going for the holiday, but because in my mind I was going, How can they be so mean? And selfish? I am RIGHT here and they are discussing Australia while happily GRINNING AND LAUGHING AND EXPECTING ME TO GRIN AND LAUGH BACK TOO.
I admit when I wrote the post, I wanted sympathy. I wanted people to feel bad for me, and I wanted people to comfort me. I wrote that I cried at night when everyone had gone to sleep, but that only happened once. And the reason I cried was because they were being SELFISH, not because I had to forgo the trip to Australia.
So in a way I kind of twisted the truth and wrote about how upset I was just so people would sympathise with me more.
Somehow the event of how I cried at night reached my Mum and she decided to book an air ticket for me to go to Australia because she felt super guilty. So then of course, I asked her how come she suddenly felt guilty and she said because she knew I had been crying at night.
I got really mad. Because, well, in a way I was embarrassed, but also I was pissed of who told my MOTHER stuff I wrote on my blog? I thought my Mum had gone to my blog on her own but she said someone told her about it.
I know the person who told people that I cried at night was really just trying to be nice and all. And I'm not mad at that person. I was not mad at that person, really. I was just mad that my Mum didn't even try to hide the fact that she KNEW that I had been crying at night, and told it straight to my face.
It was almost like, you see someone who's boobs look uneven and then you hear from your other friend that the person with the uneven boobs had a boyfriend who chopped off her boobs while they were sleeping at night but then you still go up to the person with uneven boobs and say, "I am sorry to hear about your ex-boyfriend chopping your boobs. Here, I've got an orange for you to stuff into your bra." as if the person with the uneven boobs is not embarrassed enough.
GET IT??????????? You don't go up and SAY things like that to people. I was EMBARRASSED to admit that I cried at night, that was why I wrote it in my blog and not go around telling people. But then now my MOTHER came up to me and told me she knew I had been crying.
And the worse part? SHE TOLD EVERYBODY about it. As if I was not embarrassed enough. First, this thing about me crying went to my MOTHER'S SIDE of the family, but thank God no one talked to me about it. At least, YET.
And then later I heard my MUM telling it to my FATHER'S SIDE OF THE FAMILY. IN MY PRESENCE. I was like WTF? What the hell was she trying to do??? As if I was not embarrassed enough, now she was SPREADING to the whole world.
I really didn't know how to face anyone after that. What would they have thought of me? This WHINY little freak who cries just because she has to sit for trial exams and forgo a trip to freaking Australia and GOD she is already 17 years old for Heaven's sake!?
Because that's EXACTLY what one of my uncle thinks of me. I tell you, I was already embarrassed enough as it is, did he HAVE to RUB IT IN MY FACE?
It happened like this:
When we were having breakfast one morning, he told me that I wasted my Mum's money for not going to Australia since she already bought the ticket.
I told him that I never ASKED her to buy the ticket for me.
He said, "What, you go around crying that's why your Mum bought it for you. EVERYBODY KNOWS IT."
I really felt like PUNCHING HIS FACE.
1) I did NOT GO AROUND CRYING. I wrote it in my BLOG. NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT IT TOO, but somehow WORD LEAKED. Was that my fault?
2) I didn't even let SHOW that I was upset by this. Around everyone, I was just smiling and telling them to buy me souvenirs and to take loads of pictures and heck, I was even JOKING with them.
3) IT WAS NONE OF HIS FUCKING BUSINESS.
4) Why did he have to RUB IT IN MY FACE??? What would he GAIN from that? Why couldn't he just SHUT THE FUCK UP and pretend that he didn't know anything about this???
5) I was also ANGRY and SHOCKED because now I found out ANOTHER person knew about how I cried at night.
I tell you, ever since that day, I have developed this huge HATRED for him. I don't even want to go to his house for lunch or dinners anymore. Anything that would require his presence I try not to attend. Because I'm afraid I would actually kill him if I was placed in close proximity to him.
And another thing, he calls me FAT, FATTY and every other word that means fat to address me. What could I do but to just laugh and then pretend that I am not affected? AS IF HE IS VERY SKINNY LA NOW. GOD. If you have this kind of uncle you tell me la, YOU ANGRY OR NOTTTTTTTTT.
I know I am FAT okay. I don't need to be REMINDED OF IT BY YOU, A FELLOW FAT PERSON. Honestly, I also think you are a very stupid man. How would you like it if I addressed you as STUPID everytime I see you? You are entitled to your opinion SO AM I. You think I'm fat, I think you're STUPID AND FAT. So can I call you that??? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I cannot. Because you are SENIOR. And I have to respect you and just gobble up ANYTHING bad you say about me.
Why can't he just CONSIDER MY FEELINGS once in awhile? I know he is just trying to be funny, but doesn't he get it that when you keep telling someone the SAME JOKE over and over, it just becomes NOT FUNNY anymore??????
All this while I have been very respectful and civil to him, because I know he is senior and I should respect him. That is why I am writing this in my BLOG. Where he will NOT REACH. So I urge you readers to please DON'T go around spreading what I write in my blog, unless I have stated in the post to do so.
Respect my privacy please. I know my blog is not exactly a very private place, but at least if you don't SPREAD the stuff that I asked to keep private, then it will remain as private as it possibly can.
PS> Deep down, I know my uncle actually loves me very much. And he's just trying to make old man jokes. I know that he is not as bad as I depict him to be in this post, but really, I just WANT to write this down. It hurts me alot, about when he made fun of how I cried at night and also about how FAT I am. And I probably wouldn't mean what I say here anymore in a few days, but right now, this is from the bottom of my heart.
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