Monday, December 26, 2005 || Of CHRISTMAS! And a temporary FAREWELL. :D
@#@#!@!#@#@# ... I wrote up a NICE, LONG post, but I TER-closed the window ... GAH.
Christmas was funny. =( And I wanted to blog about it ... But lazy to rewrite it now la!!
I'll be going for CAMP! :D
... Clothes. Check.
Stationary. Check.
Facial stuff. Check.
Err .. what else? I think I'm ready.
I'll be back on Friday ... HOPEFULLY I can bring my cam!! And HOPEFULLY, can camwhore with SEXY, CUTE, HOT FOREIGNERS!!!!!!
*sings kuch kuch ho ta hai* EH, Indian kau chai tactic, I'm telling you!
w0000tt! I'm off!
Don't miss me ... sorry for not posting. :( I'm lazy ... Will blog normally after I come home. *sniff*
Please flood my comments and tagboard if you miss/hate/love me k? lol
CIAO!!!!! Muakz! Will miss you guys and this computer of mine!!
- My 'hard disk' crashed. My system is, ah, screwed.
Apparently, crashing too much is bad for health. Bad bad bad. Tsk.
So I dunno, maybe I'm actually ALLERGIC to beer... but after drinking only ONE can of beer yesterday, I came up with a fever and sore throat. Like, fark man.
Christmas eve was ... funny. :D Will blog about it tomorrow. Apparently, I'm losing interest in blogging/traffic already ... I used to be obsessed, you know? But of course, what did I gain from it? NOTHING. -_-
*yawn* shit, my sore throat is KILLING ME. I can't even talk on the phone.
Thanks to everybody who called/smsed me yesterday! Muakz!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to nurse this itchy, sore throat of mine. -_- On the bright side, I'll be at camp soooon ... HOT, SEXY FOREIGNERS WATCH OUT FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*coughs**dreams**pukes*
Friday, December 23, 2005 || Damn damn predictable.
- Okay, so it's almost Christmas ...... Finally. Mmm, for some odd reason, I really really look forward to Christmas. Usually ...
Anyway, people are SO predictable. *smirk* So, in advance, this is PURELY comic-relief and is not intended to insult any of my friends ...
This is funny. Today, I called up a couple of friends, especially those that I haven't met up with for some time, to present them a kind invitation to church on Christmas day.
Phone Call 1: Guy A
Me: Helloooooo ... how're you??
Guy A: Eh? LONG TIME NO TALK. I'm okay lah. You?
Me: I'm good! Eh dude, watcha doin' on Christmas day?
Guy A: Ah, I think that I'm going to Redbox or something for karaoke ... You wanna come?
Me: I wa .... err. Eh, Come to church lah... There's caroling, food, bla bla ...
Guy A: Got chun chicks?
Me: *coughs* Ah hem ...
Guy A: Err ... besides you??? Hee ...
Me: Eh you come to church for what wan ar?
Guy A: Chun chicks ............
Me: ......... Erm.
And another sad case feller, this time a chick.
Chicko A: Eliza! Hey, what you doing on Christmas?
Me: Aiya, Christmas eve I'm going countdown somewhere ... Christmas day going to church ...
Chicko A: Got beer???
Me: You want you bring yourself lah ... Not enough for everybody lah ...
Chicko A: You mean there's beer in church?
Me: ERRR ... Nono. Definitely not, heh heh heh.
Chicko A: Ala ... I don't wanna come lah on Christmas then.
Me: Why huh?
Chicko A: I've been there ... your church takder leng chai wan.
Me: ... Well ......
Tsk. Teruk betul. And yes, I'm teruk as well ... You people better come or i'll skin you alive to bake turkey! Grr.
I'm ... tipsy. And my friend is damn kacau.
bu... bye.
- I am feeling OKAY already!
... Patched things up with The Parents. Err, well ... SORTA.
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Damn, today is the LAMEST DAY OF MY LIFE. I feel sooooo lame. Freaking lame.
Once Upon a Time, Liz and her friends attended a camp in P.D. And in this camp, there was this sorta cute guy whom Rach had the hots for. Heh. So anyway, in Lizzy's pasar malam ... there exists this CUTE guy selling steamed chicken (I think I blogged about it before!! .....) who REALLY looks like the above mentioned dude.
But of course, I found it kinda ironic ... Why the heck would such a CUTIE be selling chicken at my pasar malam?!?! Therefore, everytime I passed his stall every Thursday, I'd only smile at him. Err, well, I don't smile at everybody lah ... Let's call it Instinct. ;-)
BUT today, Jaclyn and I were at Pasar Malam. And LO BEHOLD, Cutie was wearing the EVENT T SHIRT!!! The one we got from last year's camp!!! Same one!!!
So we both gasped and stood at the stall beside his, which was selling fried mushrooms, for goodness how long. The dude selling fruits was staring at us, cause it isn't everyday that two chicks stand dumbstruck near his stall ay. We stood there for at least five minutes until Smart Cally came, bought some fried mushrooms, and steered us away...........
"OMG! Shit wei! IT IS HIM!!! I forgot his name though......."
"I TOLD YOU LAH... No wonder every week he like smile at me all ..."
"Go die lah ... smiling at me alright ..."
"Whatever! WE MUST SAY HI ... Never had any excuse to go up and talk to him, now got already, must go!"
So we both nonchalantly walked up to his stall again. But, err, he was reading Shin Chan. So we automatically felt compelled to walk away and pretend to look at pirated CDs...
"He's reading a comic la dumbass ..."
"GAH ... Can interrupt, right?"
"VERY rude ... Nono ..."
So we stood at the CD stall for at least another FIVE minutes. And decided again to talk to Cutie Woozy Chicken Dude.
But as we walked near the stall ... Suddenly, some ahpeks and aunties crowded around his stall to buy chicken legs. Very rude to suddenly butt in and say Hi right?
So we walked around for awhile, waiting for the crowd to leave ...........
And after walking awhile, we realized that we freaking lingered around his stall for at least 15 minutes, secretly glancing and smiling at him. WTF.
......... And because we were embarrassed, we quickly headed back. A very impatient looking Cally was waiting for us.
"So didcha say Hi to the leng chai??" she asked eagerly.
"Err ... Well ... Too many people lah ... Very paiseh .... Heh Heh Heh." I went.
"Omg, you guys damn lame lah ..."
-_____- I SWEAR that I'll talk to him ... Next week .......... And definitely try to NOT act like a schoolgirl in lust.
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A few pictures!
This was taken during the King Kong outing, the meet-up with Evon. =) Pretty bad pic, if you ask me, cause Chris and I look ......... Weird. But then, we were in bad moods! ^^ See my fugly orange shirt? Hee-hee. Evon looks nice! :D
Another bad picture:
.... But so ridiculously funny, I had to put it up. Everybody looks like shit, especially me. But damn funny, right?
Check out my HORRIBLY MESSY ROOM, man. And guess which fat leg is mine... =P
... Two chubby, almost-fat girls trying to act cute. Eh Cally, you're right, must diet soon eh? :p After Christmas! Can't miss the turkey ...
Another purposeless picture.
........ And another bad picture.
Love ya babe!
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A few days ago, Wingz tagged me.
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A few days ago, Wingz tagged me.
State who tagged you;
- List who you want your Santa Claus to be (the bearer of the gift);
- State the gift you wish to get;
- Then invite a few friends to join the tag, and inform them by dropping a comment in their blog.
My Santa Claus? If I had things my way ................
And what gift would he give me?
[hamsap laugh]... HIMSELF. Of course. [/hamsap laugh]
Nah, just kidding. I'd like Paul McCartney to be the bearer of a present .. ^^
... Cause I love him. Besides, I LOVE some of the songs he wrote, like Yesterday and I Saw Her Standing There.
... If only I was born in the right decade, I'd want a Live ticket to one of The Beatle's concerts. But obviously, that isn't possible anymore ...
So gimme any autographed Beatles album!
..... And I'll be happy. Very very happy.
I tag:
Wen Che
Jin
Evon
Bryan
Clareen
Christmas is such a nice time of the year. I just LOVE christmas carols and christmas decorations. And turkey. Let's all party!!!
Lotsa love,
Rejuvenated-but-blissfully-obese Liz
Thursday, December 22, 2005 || Sometimes, things just change when you're in a bad mood ...
- The past few days have been probably the worst days I've ever had in awhile. Well, except for maybe SPM ....... but somehow, my mood was still okay during SPM. It was just the permanent headaches and lack of sleep.
Day One:
My so-called future boss rung me up and asked to meet me again. And yes, the salesgirl was right -- SHE IS AN OLD HAG. And she managed to piss me off REALLY badly with her snappy demands and condescending tone ... Of course, I did not attempt anything stupid and merely smiled and gritted my teeth. Mahai, I don't think I can work there anymore ... For 10 hours per day and NO lunch break, plus shitty boss and fucked-up pay, I think that I'll end up hitting on the boss (REAL boss, not the old hag) or something like that.
Then after I met The Old Hag, I proceeded to go to my favourite Pearl Milk Cafe to have a cup of Green Tea to calm myself down. While waiting for Cally to arrive, this dude that I SORTA know, but only on a VERY mutual basis came and sat beside me. *shrugs* Which was fine by me ...
But this ASS does not know the meaning of 'Thou Shalt Not Attempt To Come Physically Close To Eliza When She's PMS-ing', apparently. I was sulking, so my face was red and I wasnt that talkative, and this feller actually had the balls to keep on asking me why was I so "SHY" around him. And his face was extremely close to mine. By instinct, I REALLY wanted to punch him ...... But damn bad to make some random irritating dude my punching bag lah, as much as he annoyed me.
Day Two:
Told my parents about The Old Hag. Which led to an extremely verbally violent argument.
"Hmph. You don't even know how to find a better, higher paying job ... Who asked you to go for interview there?"
"YOU did."
"I told you to go out and earn money ... not be exploited and underpaid."
....... Let's just say that it didn't go very well. For the FIRST TIME EVER, I used the F word against them. Which I felt really bad for later and apologized, but damn, I was pissed, alright. VERY pissed. For obvious reasons.
Day Three:
OK, so it wasn't that bad ... I asked Evon out to MV for yum cha and King Kong. Jaclyn tagged along. Met up with Chris and Ivy in Sushi King for lunch before watching the movie ...
But bleckh, I was in a bad mood. It is actually VERY easy to spot my bad moods. For about maybe 70% of the time, I wear black ... 20% of the time, I wear blue. 10% of the time, I wear red.
For some weird reason, I don't wear the above mentioned colours when I'm in a bad mood. So I wore a fugly orange thing ... Which really spelt out 'Beware of Liz', if you knew me well. Haha. But for some reason, I managed to contain my bad spell for the first few hours (... cause Jaclyn was PMSing, though unnoticeable. And Chris too, I think.) and only started to feel sulky and moody after King Kong.
Oh yea, saw Jin there too.
So after Jin and Evon left, Jac and I bought sushi from Jaya Jusco and pigged out at a chair while complaining about each other's bad days. After that, we all headed for Cally's place to pig out AGAIN. (Fuck, no wonder the three of us are rapidly putting on the KGs ... )
And on impulse, I slept over at Jac's place because I needed the retreat. If I were at home ... I'd definitely be pigging out in front of my computer, watching korean shows, and pulling ANOTHER all-nighter. You know, my recent fucked up sleeping schedule is seriously making me fat. For some reason, the less you sleep, the fatter you get. Tsk.
When I put on weight ... all the fats accumulate around my arms, and my face. -___- Which is like, BAD. For Jac, its her thighs and arms. For Cally ... it's only her stomach. All also damn sad case......Tsk. At Jaclyn's place, at around 3 a.m or so, she decided to try to be FUNNY and let her hair down in front of her face Ju-On style and leaned above me while I was closing my eyes. So when I opened my eyes, I thought I saw a ghost, and I screamed and PUNCHED her face. Which resulted in a red nose. -_-
So I slept for maybe 12 hours yesterday, skipping lunch and breakfast ... which was what I needed, man. A retreat away from this dreary shithole and this old computer screen, and away from the parents.
I swear, if my bad days keep up until Christmas and Camp, I'm gonna throw myself off a high high building. Gah, how often do I get to *cough* socialize with japanese and koreans?!?!?! And Christmas is such a nice festival, it would NOT be good to be in Eliza Lee Defensive Hungry Pissed Off mood. Besides, I wouldn't wanna cancel out on my friend's countdown plans ...
I dont think I'm gonna be home from this weekend onwards ... I need all the time away from home. But tomorrow, I think that I'll be baking brownies and cookies, cause I'm too lazy to go Christmas shopping for everybody. No mood either.
Take a deep breath, Liz. Okay, so time for more books and korean drams ..........
Tuesday, December 20, 2005 || I was cooler when I was nine.
- I pulled another all-nighter yesterday. And for some reason, I feel SO dry and shitty today. Another hungover-ish state I'm in ... Though I did not drink yesterday. Not a lot anyway, only half a can. (drinking VERY little of beer actually helps me sleep, though it obviously did not help much yesterday ...)
I was so stoned out today... *yawn*
Evidence:
Tsk, I look so bad. Wah cheh, no self-love today ... that shows how sluggish I feel.
Anyway, since I didn't yum cha with them for the past few days, today I dragged my lazy (and fat) ass to our usual Milk Tea place to hang out with besties Cally and Jaclyn. And we were talking about our upcoming Friendship Day, and what should we do to celebrate it.
Friendship day is something like our "anniversary", but not quite, since we have NO IDEA exactly when we met. We simply pick a random day in December to celebrate our friendship ... :D Usually, it's only Jaclyn and I. But this year, we're gonna include Cally in the festivities, since she IS pretty tight with us this year ...
Err. Bad picture. But never mind.
Jaclyn and I have been best friends for the past 9 years or so ... Which is a really really long time, ay? We are close. Really really close, despite our H-U-G-E differences. But somehow, we've managed to put aside our differences and remained best friends ... Though about sometime last year, we didn't speak at all, due to really big misunderstandings. *smirk* But that's in the past... Thinking back, the misunderstanding was shittily funny. But too private to blog about lah, a lot of people'd be pissed. Heh.
Cally moved to Old Klang Road this year. And since then, we've been hanging out at Pearl Point A LOT ... (Pearl Point was where I used to go whenever I ponteng-ed ...NO CHANCE OF GETTING CAUGHT AT ALL. And somehow, that place stuck on me.)
So this year, we're planning to either:
Dress up like Santa Claus and ring doorbells, offering to sing Christmas Carols in return for coke. (The drink lah!)
Dress up in white robes and run around Jaclyn's spooky neighbourhood in the middle of the night, ringing doorbells.
Buy three cartons of coke and beer, stone out at Taman Jaya until the wee hours of the morning ...
Pull an all-nighter, meet up at Jalan Gasing, and climb Bukit Gasing. Though Jac has low blood pressure and would probably have a heart failure or something ......
Food marathon. (... Cally suggested that each of us bring some STRANGER, like some random online dude or something and make it an awkward triple date. -___-)
Maybe at that awesome + cheap steamboat BBQ place!
*DROOL* I miss that place. =( Though I believe that I put on at least 2kg after every visit ...
I can't remember the other stupid suggestions. Though I doubt that we actually have the guts to pull it off ...
When we were younger, we used to ring doorbells and run off. We'd cycle around the whole of puchong with water guns and squirt whatever person in sight ..... (I'm surprised nobody punched us. Maybe we were so young and oh-so-kawaii back then)
We got lost and ended up somewhere in USJ before. -___- Jaclyn got her ass bitten by a dog, while the same dog chased me around the neighbourhood ( ... not really the bigass dog's fault. Jac threw a stone at it. haha.), though it failed to gnaw a piece of my butt. Pui Yee was always SO left out since she was the level-headed one and left the gang ... Though we are still good friends. Hahaha.
I can't believe I was cooler when I was NINE.
Actually right, I have a pretty bad headache now ... Thus I'm really not in the best of moods. And there is this misunderstanding between a friend and I, and trust me, I HATE fights. They make me feel perpetually pissed for no reason. And nope, it isn't PMS ... -_-
Some people are so fucking pathetic, I'm just stuck between feeling amused and angry ....
.. I think I'll go for 'amused'. =p
P.S: Will do Wingz's tag tomorrow!! ... When my good mood resurfaces. (hopefully)
P.P.S: Anybody wanna go to KL for Christmas countdown?!?!?! I'll be there from 11 pm till 6 am ...... Come come! I don't bite .... hard.
P.P.P.S: I'm sleepy ... but my hair is still wet, since I washed it on impulse just now. So I can't sleep yet. =( ... But somehow, washing my hair always makes me feel better. Hence the less pissed mood.
Monday, December 19, 2005 || Animal Magnetism. Sexual Magnetism.
- Mag.net.ism. Pronunciation Key (m
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m)1. The class of phenomena exhibited by a magnetic field.
2. The study of magnets and their effects.
3. The force exerted by a magnetic field.
4. Unusual power to attract, fascinate, or influence: i.e the magnetism of money.
5. Animal magnetism.
I am feeling dazed, dreamy, horny and sleepy.
MAGNETISM. Human-human magnetism. Animal-animal magnetism. Human-animal magnetism.
How is it that some types of human being are generally attracted by certain types of people of the opposite/same sex?
Picture this: You're walking alone in a lonely lounge, with soothing jazz music playing in the background ... Crowds of people are gaily chatting, none of them aware of your presence. You look across the room ... and suddenly, you see a GORGEOUS guy/girl sitting alone. Your heart melts; your knees weaken.
.... But the GORGEOUS guy/girl remains blissfully unaware of your presence. So you sit at another table, drooling at the gorgeous being, contemplating, wondering, if you ought to go up to him/her and introduce yourself ... Will the gorgeous dude think that you're lame? Or will the gorgeous person actually be interested?
Or turned off?
See, the thing about attraction, it usually does not work both ways. Sure, in some rare cases, there is attraction at first sight on both sides. But it does not happen often. Usually, one person will be more mesmerized, interested and smittened by the other ... And takes up the initiative to, *coughs*, develop more attraction between them.
(I like to think that guys *should* make the first move ... but of course, it usually is the other way around nowadays. Not that there's anything wrong with that, heh.)
For example, I used to really like this dude named Ezra. Which is, like, the ONLY guy I ever liked that I actually admitted to liking in public. Meaning, my friends all knew about my stupid crush... And in my case, that itself is a pretty big deal. I'm weird; I usually do not talk about the guys that I like. So if I actually bragged about liking you in public, you really should be very very flattered. I don't even talk about any of the doofuses that I dated.
Ezra and I met at an Obstacle camp. Something like an adventure camp with a twist. So anyway, your lovely blogger Lizzy went alone 'cause most of her other friends were attending a church camp...
I was waiting at the receptionist's desk. AND SUDDENLY, he walked in. You know, he wasn't that good-looking (OKAY FINE HE'S DAMN HOT) ... but there was something about his gaze that really really made me melt. It was soooo ...... Piercing. Electrifying. Sensual.
But obviously, he didn't feel the same way about me lah. I doubt that he (... or anyone else, for that matter) turned into jellyfish everytime he looked at me. LOL.
So at around 2 a.m of the second day, I think, there was this night hike on the mountains. There was this slope .... Which was really muddy. And clumsy me actually nearly fell off the slope; if I did, I think that I'll probably be blogging from Heaven. And this Ezra dude actually grabbed my freaking hand to keep me on balance.
"You okay?" He asked, in his damn low and throaty voice.
I really really wanted to blurt out something like "I'M SO OKAY NOW THAT I'VE MET YOU!!!!!" but obviously, I only muttered "yeah".
So my point is, it is pretty obvious that I was hopelessly smittened by this dude. Head-over-heels, they call it. And the thing is ... it was one-sided. The effect was only on me. (I think??)
What was it about him that I liked so much? His big big brown puppy dog eyes? His cuteass hair?? His drop dead gorgeous smile?!?
MAGNETISM, I call it. All the other dudes that I sorta liked after Ez were different as hell from him, physically and otherwise. Some were prolly as cute as/cuter than Ez, but somehow ... No jelly effect on me from them. Attraction is such a fascinating thing, really ... It's not only about lust, you know. Even on an emotional level. Heck, even BLOGS have a magnetic value to them ... Some blogs are plainly attractive, some aren't. Which, mine is definitely the latter, of course. Screw you, Magnetism. I certainly need a dose of it. =P
So today, when I was yum cha-ing with Chi Chi, we talked about it, and she actually, err, confessed that she's easily attracted by ALL TYPES OF MEN. LOL. For many obvious reasons, I shan't take her seriously. :P
Like Jin was talking about sexy gazes, that day, I think that I really should develop one of my own too. An intensely sexy, piercing, electrifying gaze. Then maybe someday, I'll turn someone into jelly. Wahahaha!
But never mind. My friends love me. I love my friends.
.... Though most of all, I love myself. How's that for narcissism?
P/S. I just watched Perhaps Love today. And Takeshi Kaneshiro is absolutely GORGEOUS. I can feel it ...... I'm going to turn into jelly soon ..................
P.P/S. I'm in heaven. Period.
Damn, I LOVE YOU, MOTHER OF CALLY!!! More jelly Liz coming up ...
Saturday, December 17, 2005 || Liz mindfucks her mindfucking friend's boyfriend for Revenge.
- Listening to: Frankie J - More Than Words
Mood: Amused
...... Okay, I know that I really should not linger on the same topic for so long, what more write three posts about the same mind-fucking chicko. But I don't care, this is too funny to pass up, besides, it'd just be the kinda thing that I'd laugh at, reading it 10 years down the lane...
I shall name the Mistress of the art of Mindfucking Chi Chi, to protect her true identity. And this lovely petite fair lady, Chi Chi, has a
And just yesterday, when I was chilling by my trusty old computer playing Maple Story around midnight, this naive guy added me to his MSN. Which led to a hilarious, if not slightly annoying conversation........
Nicknames shall be edited a bit, just in case.
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Hi ... are you Eliza?
Liz says:
Ah, yes ... that would be me ........ (cause I already recognized that he was Chi Chi's boyfriend, from the explicit display picture of them locking lips ......)
Liz says:
And what brings you to add me?
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
No lar ... Chi Chi tell me she chat wif u jz now ... u crying wor ...
Liz says:
... Why was I crying?
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Erm ... She said u and ur bf fen shou .. so u cry the whole day lo ... so I add u wanted to see u ok anot lo ....
Liz says:
cheeeeeee byeeee lar your girlfriend
Haha, didn't feel the need to act civilized with him. :P
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Why wor?? wat chee bye? U din cry mer?
Liz says:
I don't even have a boyfriend ........
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
so she cheat me lor ........ I rili feel that she cheat me a lot ...
At this point, I decided --- since I was already mindfucked, why not mindfuck her boyfriend in return? HAHA.
Liz says:
Gosh ... she cheated you???? That's so tragic *wipes tear*
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
wat tragic... i rili dun like it u noe ... I RILI HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Liz says:
Wah emo. I also hate u noe!!!! She also always cheat me
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
But she sick wor ..... i also dunno wat 2 do ler ....
Liz says:
Who's sick?
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Chi Chi lor ... she tell me she go sunway hospital ... her heart got prob .. only 4 yr to live ... u went with her wut ...
Liz says:
I didn't go ...
LOL, at this point, I realized that this poorass dude was the same as me --- VICTIMS of her mindfucking skills. LOL. But seriously, this is too much ... How can one fall for that?!?! SICK MY ASS.
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
but she told me ..... she belanja u guys eat in pearl point ... den u guys belanja her Sunway hospital wor ....
Liz says:
Damn. What a great bargain ... she 'belanja' me eat ... then I belanja her hospital?? WOW.
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
har?
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
I feel very sad le ... I also dunno she cheating me or wat ... I rili feel like dying now le ...
Liz says:
There are knives in the kitchen, dear ...
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
I really think that she n me cannot together 4ever ever liao ... I RILI HATE PPL CHEAT ME!!!!!
Liz says:
You date me also more chance of '4ever ever' lah. HAHAHA
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
But .... i still quite love her ... but she cheat me a lot .......
God, seriously sad case, this dude. Someone give him a reality check please. Not only sad case, pretty freaking stupid as well. -_-
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
did she tell u how much she love u?
Liz says:
Wah, she never told me that before ... but now that you mention it ... no wonder she was stealing glances at me the other day. *blush*
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
har?
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Oh sorli ... I mean me ... not u .....
Liz says:
Shit lah you ... make me so happy for no reason only ...
Another dude who can't understand the difference between 'me' and 'you'. I feel like wiping the sweat that's trickling down my neck ...... Imaginary sweat, of course. =P
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
har ... sorli ah ...... but ... can u plzz teach me wat 2 do?
Liz says:
Ah hem ... well, you came to the right person for that ... in your case, there are only three things to do .......
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
Wat? tell me quick le, I wan off liao .......
Liz says:
One, you need to wank more. Two, you seriously need a reality check. Three, I'm not a love therapist, so you'll be better off writing to a psychiatrist ...
Lao po ... ni bu you gen wo fen shou hao ma? says:
ha? I dunno wat u sayin ...
And after that, I got so bored and I proceeded to click the very useful 'block' button. But the short while the convo lasted, it was sure as hell damn funny. -___-
I actually believe that I'm pretty calm (... well, a bit lah) and hard to piss off. It takes a lot to blow my fuse. But there are two kinds of people that REALLY annoy me ... And sad to say, I know quite a number of them personally. :(
1) Lovesick Dreamy Desperados
Ths one, pretty easy to spot. Usually slightly younger guys or girls who are going through puberty and suddenly developed raging hormones. Most of them are in love/lust with a girl or guy ... USUALLY hopelessly out of their leagues. And because their objects of affections are, well, unreachable, they bitch, whine and moan about Mr or Miss Right to everyone in sight.
In fact, not a day goes by without mournful complaints about how Beautiful Girl/Hot Guy is blatantly ignoring him/her.
....... And I don't know why, a lot of these people tend to confide in me. And ask me for "help".
Once is fine. Twice is okay. Three times is annoying but still tolerable. But EVERYDAY ... is big No No in Liz's books. IF YOU CAN'T GET THE OBJECT OF YOUR LUST BECAUSE HE/SHE IS TAKEN AND TOO HOT FOR YOU TO HANDLE ... Please move on with your life. Fall in love with someone more low profile. Life goes on. -_-
And don't ask me to help you pursue him/her. Though my lovelife has been nonexistant since last December, I honestly still do not have that much time for your insecurities. Besides, I'm already over with the crushy puppy-lovey stage. Whee-hee.
2) Desperate Singles
Okay, this one a bit less annoying than the former. But I really can't stand people who can't survive without A boyfriend or girlfriend. Being single for awhile isn't going to kill you, you know. You don't have to date every Tom, Dick or Harry in sight just for the sake of it. -___-
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....... Okay, obviously I'm a bit ranty today. But then, it's because I'm broke. =( My PS2 is spoilt and I have no money to repair it. My handphone is having Amnesia, and I have no dope to repair it. My stomach is growling and I don't have money to eat. Okay lah, the last one was fake... Hoho.
But on the bright side, at least I'm still going to camp. Thirty koreans!!!!!!!! W00T. Time to learn some korean pick-up lines, baby.
And not being racist, or anything, but I was extremely shocked :-O when I found out that there'll be 180 people from India. Ah ... at least I know how to sing Kuch Kuch Ho Ta Hai. Hahaha. That does count as a means of communication ... Right?!?
Friday, December 16, 2005 || Mindfucked. Literally.
- Listening to: Bob Seagar - Old Time Rock And Roll
Mood: Sleepy
Whoopeddy doo dah, I finally got a new keyboard. A brandless RM15 one, which is really small for some unknown reason, causing me to type extremely slowly .......
Anyway, today I paid another visit to my so-called new working place. -_- Asides from the fact that my boss is kinda cute in a rugged way (... despite being extremely la-la) ...... it does NOT look promising.
... For one, the manageress looks extremely grumpy ... and the current salesgirl there calls her 'old hag'. Go figure. And the pay is extremely shitty, for the killer hours that I'm supposed to work, I'm only getting RM700 ... I can only hope that I can flash some semblance of good ass kissing skills to garner me more commission. *sigh*
Besides that, everybody in my life is mindfucking me. Almost literally.
Okay, sometime around November, I wrote a mind-numbingly serious and witty (HAHA) post about my friend having unprotected sex. Never mind that, for now. A few weeks ago, this lovely lil' chicko and I were chilling at a cafe ... and she and I ventured into an extremely interesting but mind-screwing conversation. Purple's my friend, pink's me.
"Eh, guess what I did?"
"Err ... slept with another guy? Haa-Haa-Haa."
"Noooooo ... No other guys lah! But guess!"
"OMFG ... you're pregnant?"
At this point, she did not answer me, rather she gave me this rather gleeful look that said it all. And honestly, I didn't take it very well ... In short, I was practically hysterical. -_-
"WHAT THE F***!!! You're pregnant?!?!?! Oh. My. GOSH ... You are sooooooo dead ... Wtf wei ... Dude, you need to go see a doctor!!! A gynae!!! Anybody!! ARGH!!!"
I swear, I think it was worse in real life ... I was that shocked.
"Chill chill. All taken care of already."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!?!"
"Yesterday he teman me to see a doctor. Now no more already lor."
"WTF! Mahai!!! You killed it?!?!?! WHAT! OH MY GOD!!!"
Okay, so maybe I was overreacting. But shit, abortion isn't a joke, you know? It's a fucking life! What if your potential kid happens to be the next Albert Einstein, or some dude who's destined to save humanity, and you killed him/her??
It's a possibility. -________-
So anyway, I spent at least the next three days or so pondering about her abortion in a state of, erm, confusion. Because when I really thought about it, she was MUCH TOO selamba about it to be solid. I mean, really, how can one eat fried chicken with nasi lemak RIGHT AFTER HAVING AN ABORTION is beyond me. -_-
But I later cleared it up. According to a med student friend of mine, if a chick had an abortion, she wouldn't be able to walk properly for at least a few days due to the pain in the, erm, private areas. Plus, most women'd suffer depression after going under the knife ... Which is understandable.
So I concluded: My friend was bullshitting.
WTF.
Damn mindfucked wei. I really fell for it and was so pissed (dunno why also ... -_-) for so long. *wipes tear* THANKS A LOT, PAL. Sniff.
You know, I've concluded that the world is such an interesting place to live in. I can't believe that once upon a time, I actually complained that life is boring. My life, especially. Because well, at one point, I really found my life boring and mediocre ... I don't have a boyfriend (thus less drama ... HAHA), I don't have an amazingly HUGE circle of friends, I don't do illegal stuff (ah ... well, not that often anyway =p and not sex) ........ My life used to pale in comparison with all the happening people around me.
But nooooooo, I've realized that my life is just as interesting as any other person out there. Err, except maybe SPG. And my sexy sister. I have foul-mouthed best friends with whom I invent stupid cuss words like 'fuckerlingam' (LOL ... I still find that word funny). I have other deluded, crazy friends who "colour" up my life with nonexistential-but-still-funny bullshits. I have my youth and I have rivers of possibilities ahead of me in my life. I quote what my english teacher once told me:
It's exciting to be seventeen.
... Cause with all this youthful energy in me, I can be mindfucked and still be okay. If I were, say, fifty, I swear I'd die of a heart-attack. I still have options; I still have different roads, journeys, and adventures to choose from. =D Which is actually sorta fun. Heh. So to all my beloved seventeen year-olds out there ... APPRECIATE BEING SEVENTEEN!! We only have three weeks or less before we become almost legal. Almost.
....... But then again, if any kind soul there wants to make my life a lot happier and interesting, get me these for Christmas:
OR
See? I'm so poor, I can't even buy my own ice-cream and shoes. *blows nose* But its okay! I already have a
... If nothing else, at least the boss is cute. -.-
But yes, I still feel very vulnerable and mindfucked. Bah.
Thursday, December 15, 2005 || Loving Christmas
- updated
OK, so i decided to post up the so-called article i wrote for J's so-called christmas edition newsletter... mostly just for future reference. JUST IN CASE MY FATHER DECIDES TO SUDDENLY REFORMAT MY COMPUTER WITHOUT TELLING ME BEFOREHAND, and causing me to lose all my files, like that memorable day six months ago when i came home to find my computer empty ........................................
oh, in advance, this post is a bit religious ....... whaddaya expect, it's a christmas newsletter. o.O
Loving Christmas
Christmas trees, joyous carols and red Santa hats all remind me of Christmas. When I was younger, more innocent and altogether more naive, I used to love Christmas. I'd eagerly anticipate the strike of the clock to hit midnight; when I'd scramble out of my bed to find a beautifully wrapped present under the Christmas tree from 'Santa Claus'. It never occurred to me that all the letters I wrote to 'Santa' were secretly read by my loving parents, who more than anything in the world, wanted me to live out a fairytale life.
But suddenly, time flew by, and I inevitably matured enough to find that Santa Claus was merely a fairytale, and that fairytales did not exist. Christmas suddenly became an opportunity for me to flash puppy-dog eyes at my parents to garner me the pleasures and presents that I wanted. Presents ... that was all it was about, isn't it, this whole 'Christmas' thing?
But there came a point of time in my life when I did not care about presents and songs anymore. Perhaps I was confused and depressed by all the changes that I had to go through in my puberty stages. Life seemed to have lost its color; carols were no longer pleasing. Suddenly, I even found that Christmas, my favorite season of the year, did not spurn delight and enthusiasm in me anymore. I no longer attended Caroling and no longer looked forward to the decorations and festivities.
In every fairytale, there must be a hero. And as much as it would please me to pronounce myself the heroine of my own story, it was actually my good friend Rachel who helped pull me out of the dark hole in which I buried myself. And, of course, all glory goes to the big guy up there, who definitely works in mysterious way.
'Eliza, you do know that christmas is around the corner, don't you?'
'It's just another festival. It's not a big deal.'
'But Christmas isn't just another festival. It's about love.'
It was then that it struck me - all the stories I heard in Sunday school were not only stories. The story of baby Jesus who was born in the manger, my favourite story when I was younger, was not a tale written merely to amuse the likes of me. My mind flashed back to all the wonderful Christmas moments of my life - the loving smiles from my parents, the Christmas carols that were sung in church, my friends and I happily opening the presents we bought for each other ... I realized that Christmas wasn't just about me.
It's about loving and appreciating the people in your life. It's the joy in giving to the less fortunate; learning that giving was much more meaningful than receiving. It's about celebrating Jesus's birthday in the best way possible - loving him and the people He placed in your life.
Pat Boone once said, 'The Christmas spirit, love, changes hearts and lives.' I believe that everything in life happens for a reason. If my best friend had not reached out a hand to my confused soul, I may still be wallowing in self-pity, still oblivious to the true meaning of life, still finding ways to trick my parents into buying expensive gifts for me. Christmas is celebrated for a reason, and it is not only about receiving expensive presents and exciting parties.
It is to celebrate love. Love between mankind, and love between mankind and God.
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actually, i don't really like it, since i wrote it in less than half and hour at five a.m in the morning ... i called J to ask him if i could write another one, but he said that he thought that this one was 'good', so i needn't do so. -.-
ahhhh well.
christine made me download sugababes's new video, push the button, cause she was outraged by how, erm, explicit, it was. i don't think highly of the song, but i found the video extemely kinky, the whole elevator thing .... ooooo.
....... now this is what i mean when i am not a suitable candidate to write christian articles. YOU HEAR THAT, J?!?
And oh, my keyboard is still out of order. but i discovered a really amazing program --- ON SCREEN KEYBOARDS!!111
updated
for those who hate me/love me/adore me/can't get enough of me click this. hilarity guaranteed. =p
- whoooopee, i finally got around to do the article.
maybe i'll post it up later. it sucks though, i wrote it in half an hour, and only because it's now 5 a.m and i'm still wide awake. oooops, maybe they'll reject it.
oh well. good morning, people!!!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005 || i return ....... for awhile.
- updated
missed me, people///
okay, well, short updates on my life [... mostly for future reference =p]
- i stayed over at a friend's place yesterday. whee, i love absences from my computer [since usually i'm at the comp after midnight until god-knows-when ......]
and yeah, it was fun. though i am a bit teh hungover. [which explains the language ...]
- my keyboard is still spoilt. and dear ole' me can't afford to buy a new one ....... yet. might get a new one tomorrow though. then i can blog normally again.
- i finally watched harry potter after decades of waiting. oklah, just exaggerating ... but the movie was cool. sure, it wasn't exactly the same as the book ... but it's pretty good for a movie. i'd thought that cho chang and fleur delacour would've been prettier [since in the book ..... well ...] but viktor krum and cedric diggory were fine by me. literally. =p
- i think that i'll not be going to college anytime soon, since my parents want me to take more time off to think over what i really want to do with my future [... actually, they just want me to work more. lol.]. but i've looked over a couple of colleges, and i think that i know which one to apply for already. it's not a big-name college ... it's pretty low-profile, actually. but it looks peaceful and good.
- when i was watching harry potter in the cinema, i received a call from this so-called beauty and makeup shop that i can start work in january. the pay's s-h-i-t ...... and i have to work damn damn damn long hours. oh god.
but i don't have a choice ...... for now. i guess i terpaksa work for one month at least, despite the shitty pay, to satisfy my parents.
i think that i'll be back tomorrow ... if i get a new keyboard ... pray pray ...
update = i just realized that someone made a new banner for me. hey thanks CJ a.k.a thatfreak. hehehe. i love it .... lol
edited
pink font's my so-called buddy. or rather, ex buddy. =p purple's me.
'eh, your keyboard still spoilt ar'
'yup. my shift keys are still not working...'
'oh ... no wonder. btw, you look like pontianak in your new friendster picture ... mwahahaha'
'mana ader ... nvm lar. i've always known that i look scary. =/'
'yeah ...... hahahaha. your eyes look so the expressionless. seriously damn dead.'
'thanks for the information ......'
'you know, if you looked like that in real life, i wouldn't wanna be seen in public with you ...'
'................................................'
'seriously. you should be on the cover of singapore's ghost stories ......'
'OI SCREW YOU LAH ... sheesh, make me put caps lock pulak'
'really mah. i'm just being a good and honest friend ....... you don't wanna be friends with an ass kisser, right ...'
'...... go soak your head in the toilet bowl please'
'anything for you, scary. =p'
OMG, my friends. trying to push the limit of my self-esteem ... -.- damn sad case.
i'll put up the friendster pic, since well, it is in friendster already anyway.
and yes, sorry for the sucky grammar. =/ keyboard spoiled mah, no mood to type in good english.
.......... i know i look like a ghost. so lifeless. plus i look deranged. but i hate lala people adding me out of nowhere anyway ... so i guess it's all good to have that scary pic in my friendster. -.-
bah. but never mind lah. it's okay to look scary .......................
and my confidence shall not shatter!! *glares at friend*
Tuesday, December 13, 2005 || it is henceforth proven that liz's a hypocrite by nature.
- first off --- sorry to all the comments in my previous posts, tagboard and chatango messages that i haven't replied. i've been really busy [and lazy] the past few days. -.- go add me in msn la!!
actually, i'm not that busy now, hence having time to blog even though my keyboard is still out of order ...
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so a few days ago, i was chilling out at my friend's place. and she turned on her radio, and a bubbly punk-poppish song played.
'eh this song damn nice right?'
'noooo. oh god, not another teeny-bopper punk wannabe band ... who're they?'
'oi, the song is damn nice alright. they're the click five, a new band ......'
'tsk. i don't like shitty bands like those. -.-'
the pink font is me. =p
-a few hours later ......-
we both slumped on her sofa and watched tv. since there was nothing else that was on, we watched mtv.
and this greeted my sight;
'oh. my. god. now who is that .......'
' ........................ they're the click five. the band you called teenybopper punk-wannabes just now......'
'[ignores friend] holyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ...... god, that lead singer guy is so cute. ultra cute. gosh gosh gosh. i love dorky looking guys with beatles-style hairdos. omg ........ totally my type wei ...'
' ..................................................................'
'eh, this song damn nice right... must download ........'
'....................... eliza, you are hopeless. -.- '
'huh! why?? seriously damn nice ok!'
sheer proof that i'm a hypocrite by nature. -.- wahahah
- I realized that blogger has a blogger for word program that allows its users to write and publish posts directly from Microsoft word. And if you haven't read my previous post, which I think that I'll delete soon due to its lameness [wah cheh, perfectionist sial ...], my keyboard is currently bonkers and my shift keys aren’t working. But thank you Microsoft, Microsoft word has a auto word check feature which automatically edits my sentences. Though I still can't use exclamation, question marks and all.
With a pen in my mouth, a glass of iced coke beside my keyboard and a perfectly lovely and silent atmosphere, I really should not be experiencing this so-called 'emo' state and writer’s block.
So today, my youth pastor called me up and asked me to do an article for our upcoming Christmas issue. Which, of course, I agreed to do, since my previous articles were all published in the youth section anyway. But this feels weird ... damn weird. I would have to say that it's an almost inexplicable feeling.
When my last article was published in the newsletter, words cannot describe how hypocritical I felt when I reread it ...... it simply wasn't the real 'me'. I'm lazy to find the article now, but I think that one of my sentences went something like this, 'just the way jesus loved us, we should love one another just the same way'
...... which caused quite an uproar. Even my own blood mother laughed when she read it. -.-
The thing is, I hate feeling degraded. I guess that it’s safe to say that I don't practice 'loving others' very much, much less loving strangers. =/ and yes, you're right, Jaclyn --- the past few months, I have been suffering a bit of withdrawal symptoms from my religion and faith. Suddenly, it all just doesn't seem that simple anymore.
I can totally relate to non-christians who hate Christians because of the holy facades and 'believe, or rot in hell' manners they tend to put on. Seriously, no freaking person on earth would take the phrase 'oh shit, if you don't believe in jesus, you are soooo going to hell' easily. Honestly, if I wasn't a Christian and somebody said that to me, I'd puke on his/her shoes. O.o I know how annoying it is. What difference is it when you have people in your life going, 'eliza, your life is so screwed. You're even hanging out with high-school dropouts, for god's sake. You're just going to turn out like them some day.'
To which I usually retort with ... 'so what if I turn out like them/ [sorry ah, cannot put question mark, keyboard spoilt] they are good people. And my life is not screwed.'
One time I was talking to a friend [if I'm not mistaken I think it's darien ... I think] about god, he said this to me, 'if only you self-righteous and holy people are garnered access to heaven, with even good people going to hell ... then I shall happily hop on the train ride to hell.'
Oddly enough, I can relate to that.
Which brings me to the Christmas article ... if it's about Christmas, and is supposedly going to be published in a Christian newsletter, it'd undoubtedly have to be about love. You know, the whole giving, receiving and loving gist. But for now, I kinda doubt that I'm qualified to write something like this [or anything else, really]. I really really hate to disappoint my youth pastor, but I hate to disappoint myself as well ... I can't write about loving and giving when I myself do not practice it. I am nowhere near perfect – nowhere close to being a 'good' person. Though of course, I don't think that I'm that bad either. Hehehe.
Which is why, if you have been following my blog since October or so, you'd notice that my blog has swerved in its direction... back then, all my posts were brainless, bimbotic and totally disconnected from me. =/
'I like your older posts more ... they were more entertaining'
'so do i. but back then, I was traffic-whoring [haha, motive sudah keluar.] and unattached to my blog since it was so new ... but now I can't help but want to write about me, to reveal what kind of a person I am, and not care about an audience anymore ...'
'so why did you traffic whore in the first place/'
'cause it was fun.'
Literally a conversation between a friend and I, just a few hours ago. Actually, when I really think about it, my blog really does reflect what kind of a person I am. I started it because of curiosity, I indulged in it because it was new and fun … and later, it becomes a weird part of me that I can't bear to lie to. Hehe. I’m so weird, hor.
Back to religion, I'm at a phase of life that I'm not sure anymore if Christianity is meant for someone like me. Actually, when I really evaluate my personality, I'm definitely a natural atheist. Though I still hate science. Heh. I'm so rebellious, stubborn and somewhat ridiculously unordinary. I once spent 6 hours bitching with my best friend on how some parents [maybe even ours, inclusive ...] are ruining their kid's lives. I once wrote a few thousand word essay on why I thought that our education system sucked ass. [sorry arh, I was too fanatical back then .. but now I'm okay already.]
So in all my lan c-ness [only sometimes lah, most of the time I'm friendly hehehe], stubbornness and flaws ... what will ever convince me that I'll ever be good enough to be a christian, much less write christian articles [insert question mark here]
... but despite all my doubts and apprehensiveness, I'll still always believe in god. Cause well ... at the darkest point of my life, he saved me. Literally. Thus, I know that he's real. The feelings are real, the emotions I feel etc etc are the real deal. Maybe you could call me deluded, that I’m merely seeking an empty solace from a legendary figure that I've never met ... but I trust myself enough to be able to differentiate between reality and illusions. This is not just a passing kind of love, not the type of love I had for all those little boys [hahahaha] that I thought I used to like.
But the thing is, despite knowing that he's real ... I still doubt myself. Bah. I do not want to turn into a self-righteously judgmental, religious freak. So don't worry, I will never ever preach the gospel in my entries or anything like that. Heh. This entry was written only because I'm feeling a bit emo right now. The way I see it, the only way to spread our religions 'rightly' is by living a life that glows, so that other people'd feel inspired by it. Not literally glowing lah.
I have no idea how to write a Christian article on love. I don't love enough. Sniff. I’m so going to be killed ... though I doubt that he'll kill me, since I think that he does love all of his youth. Bwahaha.
Of course, by all means, I love all my friends, my family, and my dog. And everybody who still bothers to visit this shithole of mine, though it has become so dull and un-dramatic. Hahahaha.
Sunday, December 11, 2005 || My so-called job offer, and two interesting new friends I just made.
- Listening to - Stevie Wonder - I just called to say I love you
Mood - Good
Okay, so a few days ago, I received a phone call from my cousin who lives in Singapore. =)
A few months ago, my cousin and a few of her friends from various beauty companies took a trip down to KL to attend the PWTC Beauty Exhibition (I actually blogged about it before, but I'm too lazy to find the link for the post.) ... And one of her friends that I met owns a company of her own, and apparently, is willing to hire me after I get my SPM results (... And assuming that I passed it. -_-). The pay is really good, and they're willing to 'train' me, whatever that means.
... And my cousin offered to let me stay at her place. Aww, so nice of her.
But the thing is, I didn't get it right yesterday, they actually may only hire me if I plan to work there permanently. Or a year, at least. -___- And my cousin thought that I might want to have a shot at working in Singapore, that's why she got me the job. Oh well.
But no, I haven't brushed that possibility aside yet. Because my lovely parents have just informed me that they might not have enough dope to support my college education ... UNLESS I WORK PART-TIME WHEN I'M STUDYING AS WELL. Which, according to my friends who are already IN college, is sort of an impossibility, considering the workload and assignments. So if I can't work things out with my parents, and if they honestly cannot support my education needs here ... I guess I may just as well take my chances and give Singapore a shot.
Who knows, right? I don't know, maybe I could still carve out a successful future for myself. Though of course, working in the Beauty line has never crossed my mind.
...... I still want to be a journalist. =( Hmm, maybe, some inexplicable miracle will occur and I'll get to study journalism in Singapore. Or if my parents suddenly strike the lottery. Swt.
IT SUCKS TO BE POOR.
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Anyway, this is pretty interesting. The last two days when I was job hunting, I made two friends, both of them at shops that I tried enquiring for vacancies.
So this cute salesgirl, Cheryl, happens to be a junior of mine at my EX school (Wah, it feels damn nice to be able to say that.) and she said 'Hi' to me some time back. But I only got to know her more the past few days, as I was trying to dig out some information about her job from her. LOL. And it IS ironic, how I almost never talk to my juniors when I was IN school, but I'm friends with one now that school is over. =D
And there is this guy, Nicholas, whom I befriended awhile back when Cally and I were having tea in his Pearl Milk shop. (I think I blogged about it before as well, but I'm lazy to find the link, as usual.) This dude is an interesting one --- I've never met anybody that, uh, friendly and hyper before. He dropped out of high school when he was in form 4, I think, sailing on the same boat as my dear friend *****.
So anyway, today, I was checking out his Nokia 7610 for mp3s and I saw a picture of Nic and Cheryl in the phone. Much to my surprise (and amusement), Nic told me that they're a couple. And so we chatted a bit, and talked about watching King Kong this Wednesday with Cally and the rest.
...... And I offered to ask Cheryl to come along as well, since I was going to visit her shop later anyway.
This dude, Nicholas, went, "Oh ... Don't tell her I'm coming ya ... I'll give her a surprise on that day! :D"
Aww.
When I asked Cheryl later on, she seemed pretty enthusiastic about the plan. And she went:
"Great!!! Okay, I ask my boyfriend come along also can?"
Me: "Oh ... Nicholas huh? Hehehe."
Her: "EW! No!!!! My real boyfriend lah."
............ LOL.
Her: "Well, he works near me. He can help me to clean my shop and help out when I need food. Plus, he pays for my drinks ... So ......"
Me: "HAHAHA ... You don't like him wan ar?"
Her: "Erm. As long as he likes me, never mind lah. Hahaha."
So I was really amused by the whole situation. Naive guy goes after materialistic girl ... Materialistic girl already has a boyfriend, but pretends that she doesn't for the sake of it ... Naive guy really falls for Materialistic Girl ... Guy finds out about girl's boyfriend ... Girl "breaks up" with Guy ... Guy is heartbroken.
I've seen it so many times before. =_=
But after I left Cheryl's working place, I realized one very important thing that I forgot to mention: Nicholas is supposedly coming along on Wednesday to 'surprise' Cheryl. But her 'real' boyfriend is there.
LOL.
Actually, I guess that the only rational thing to do is to cancel the whole outing to avoid any, erm, dramas. But shit, naughty ole' me is YEARNING to see what will happen on Wednesday.
I should smack myself. LOL.
PS. I will change the layout soon. But seriously damn lazy now. -_- .... Though its gayness is really making me sweat ...
