Wednesday, August 30, 2006 || boys, begone!
- I should quit blogging.
My life sucks. It's so boring, repetitive and hopelessly mundane. Who wants to hear about how I ponteng-ed class to watch Monster House with Andrew and SK, right? =_=
I should become bisexual or lesbian. :( Or maybe I could be like, the female version of Tucker Max! (Minus the sleeping around, can ah?)
Anyway, after the whole Mr Ice Cream man fiasco, I am SOOOO retiring from the game of love. Or lust. Or whatever it is. =.='' It drains me too much, emotionally. And you know me, I can't stand being emo for too long.
Heehee, speaking of Mr Ice Cream man, I finally resolved the issue by wasting my credit on a very long and emo talk on the phone with him. :) It went rather well, albeit kinda funny.
"I don't understand, I thought you were into me as well!" (him)
"Eh? What did I do?" (me)
"You always told me about your problems and listened to mine so patiently ..."
"That's cause you're my good friend and I cared!"
"You even SMSed me that day, saying that you needed a hug!"
"... Even my MSN nickname was 'I need a hug'!"
"Do you like that feler (Mr Ass) more than me? Is he your boyfriend now??"
--- long pause ---
"Well actually, I don't know. Nolah I don't care about him already man, after all the shit he put me through ..."
"Did I put you through a lot of shit as well?"
"No no no where got hehehehee"
Then he demanded to know if I was deliberately leading the both of them on at the same time. WHICH I WASN'T, anyway. Freaky man, this guy, who's still so suspicious even though I already said countless times that he was my FRIEND. =.=
"Seriously ... did you like me or him at all?"
Oh man, hahaha. I'll give him props for being super nice, but I think he must be some kinda SNAG (sensitive new age guy) or something. -_-''
"Err ... let's just say you guys are both my friends. I dunno if he's still my friend or not cause I put him through more shit than he did to me ... but we can still be friends, right?"
Then he sort of asked if there was any hope in 'us', and I sheepishly summoned all my skills and told him everybody's favourite break-up/reject line: "Well ..... you are really such a great guy, I know. But it's not your problem, it's mine. You deserve a lot better than me. You know I have a big problem with committment and I think you deserve the best!"
Damn fake, I know. But it was the best I could muster. Haha!
So basically, we're friends now. BIG SIGH. You know, I finally thought I found a really nice best guy friend who's totally super nice to me cause he really cared for me as a friend, not a potential mate. ='(
Shit, I need a gay best friend. Har har har ...
Oh yeah, here's proof of how much I utterly suck at being a decent human being: Now that all the drama's over, I actually kinda miss all the constant SMSes/calls from them. All the sweet and caring stuff.
I know, I know. I'm hopelessly evil. *mwahahaha* But at least I had the decency to let it go, right! (... Right.)
Oh yeah, I spent Saturday night at another friend's house and it was a blast! :D It was SO fun pigging out and talking about emo shit with your girlfriends. And try squeezing three averagely-sized chicks AND an overweight dog on a single bed.
Obviously, all of us couldn't really sleep. The whole night was filled with sudden shrieks and shouts. (Don't think dirty ah!) That went along the lines of:
"OW did you just punch my boob?!"
"Eh sorry she was moving around too much until my hand no space ..."
"Can't blame me, cause your fat dog was sniffing my ass!!!"
Of course, nothing happened. LOL DUH. Why the hell am I even justifying it? :P
Must have another all-girls slumber party again soon! :D To hell with boys, man.
(as you can see, after my very dramatic week, I've sort of given up on the opposite sex. *rawr*)
Sunday, August 27, 2006 || er ... [insert emo title]
- Hallo people.
I just came home. O_____o I spent the night at a friend's place, which was a rather interesting night of lotsa emo talk, bitching, and fries over tiger beer. (sorry God)
Oooooooooh, so wanna know how screwed up am I? I know you do! :D
(actually, I kinda think that whoever who ever bothers to read my blog only reads it to gloat at how messed up I can get. Har har har ...)
Oh yeah, consider yourself highly privileged cause the following are stuff I only shared with ONE friend only YESTERDAY. I never talked about it to anyone else, cause I consider it pretty shameful ... but now that I'm fully recovered, who cares lah! Let people gloat at my mistakes and learn from mine. =))))
Okay, so once upon a time, there were two guys going after dear ole' Liz. Well, the only two among the rest that she actually noticed, anyway. One of them was Mr Ice Cream man, who was nothing but nice to her, someone she barely really gave a damn about ... until his niceness sort of grew on her. The other was er ... Mr Ass (sorry, can't think of anything haha), whom she noticed cause she thought he was kinda good-looking.
Don't ask me how I could like (not love, btw) two guys at the same time. Don't. It just ... happened. O.o
So yeah, I guess you could probably guess the rest of my sorrowful story by now. I didn't go "official" with neither of them, but you could say that I was pretty much dangling the two of them on my fingers. I really tried to figure out if I liked Mr Ice Cream, Mr Ass ... or if I never even liked both of them at all...... But I couldn't.
SO anyway ... *insert X files theme song here*
Mr Ass sorta saw me er, flirting and flaunting other guys in front of him (I did no such thing, wtf), and he took it pretty badly. I was pretty surprised at his reaction, really, cause I was under the impression that he was fooling around since the beginning ... So yeah, out of my life goes Mr Ass.
(Who IS an Ass, anyway, cause he fucking flirted with one of my best friends in front of me, knowing that I did sort of like him and it must've embarrassed me. Yeah, thanks a lot, best friend.)
Mr Ice Cream man, however, accidentally read one of the messages on my phone from Mr Ass. So you could probably tell how he took that as well. I was really upset and guilty at this, cause he was nothing but NICE to me.
But as for the Mr Ice Cream man thing, I'd have to say that I didn't try to purposely lead him on or anything, cause he was my friend. I kinda liked him and all that, but I honestly didn't know that he thought of me as anything special. I suspected ... (hello, who on earth would buy ice cream for me whenever I whined about it right?) ... but I still thought we were friends. :(
Before anybody points out that it's all my fault and I really deserved everything I got --- I ALREADY KNOW. :( I'm really damn disappointed at myself for treating so many people so lightly. And I think that I've learnt my lesson and that I'm paying a pretty high price for it as well.
Tsk. This happened before but last time around, I really didn't care. This time, however, I think I'm slightly crushed. And just a bit broken.
But I'll come around, yeah? :D I mean ... it's a pretty good learning experience, anyway. At least for now, I already know what I'm looking for in life. And that I absolutely LOVE all my friends for being nice to me when I was pretty down, though they had no idea what was I so down about.
Oh yeah, you know what's the most ironic thing of it all? Super nice Mr Ice Cream guy is willing to forgive me.
But I'm not really about to forgive myself, just yet. After all the shit I possibly purposely did, for the sake of my own entertainment, I think he deserves a lot better than me. Besides, like I said before, I couldn't tell who I liked more - and I still can't. Though I guess judging by how fast my recovery was, I think I only had crushes on them.
Besides, I'm good at being single. I just feel so sorry that Ice Cream man and I will probably never be the good friends that we were again, ever, after everything ...
MORAL LESSON OF THE DAY: Don't ever be too greedy. And indecisive.
BUT, life is not that shitty after all, cause I got a freaking 4.0 for my Psychology. That's an A, ya'll!!! *happy squeal* After all the SHIT I went through for my group assignments, I'm pretty damn happy, I'd say.
And I got 3.5 (B+) for my Marketing. -__-'' But considering how I only studied like, two hours for it and spent most of my time blogging and sleeping the night before, I'm quite pleased with it as well. :D
Besides, nobody got 4.0 for marketing. Oh well.
Who wants to go mamak! Yum cha's on me. ;)
Thursday, August 24, 2006 || A very unfortunate day indeed
- Okay, this isn't a sob story of how ice-cream cures my emoness nor is it a sarcastic dig at someone else's misfortunes.
This is 100% true. And as unfortunate as it sounds.
Okay so today, John dropped me off at OUG so I could get some stuff I needed, and cause I wanted to have tea at Coffee bean with a friend.
So yeah, I shopped around a bit, and at some point, I fucking tripped over myself.
Yes, you heard it right. :( I swear I'm never wearing high heels again, cause I've learn today that tripping over yourself in sneakers is one thing --- tripping in high heels, however, is another story altogether.
"Owwww FUCK", I practically yelled in public when I slipped and felt my ankle's bones twist.
Everybody stopped and stared at me hopping around with one foot, looking retarded. More so cause I was hopping around in high heels, which probably made me look as klutzy as an elephant. Wtf.
A kind security guard offered help, but I smiled and politely told him I was okay, though my smile was more like ... a grimace. Haha.
Er ... let's just say I didn't really feel like clinging on to the arms of a middle-aged security guard while wobbling around with one foot.
So I winced and limped towards coffee bean. :( I swear, my right ankle hurt like shit. =(
.... And while I was limping/walking halfway, I bumped into Siow Min, whom I've never met for practically almost two years, and I faked cheerfulness and listened to her enthusiastically tell me that she and Christine are in the same college. =(
And continued limping towards coffee bean. Wtf. My friend was already there and laughed like crazy at the sight of me walking like an unbalanced monkey. -___-''
Okay, so nevermind, I got home and begged mum for some kinda smelly traditional chinese oil to rub my ankle with. It's called feng yao (wind oil? O.o).
I hopped on one foot towards my bed and I slumped on it, furiously massaging my beloved and rather hurt right ankle with the medicine that smelled as bad as shit. I placed the medicine, unclosed, on the window sill beside my bed while I worked my magic .....
..........
AND THE BOTTLE OF SHITTY-SMELLING OIL FUCKING FELL ON MY BED. And spilled all over my bed sheets and a lil' on the wall.
Okok, I bet you must be laughing at my stupidity by now. =( But wait, there's more stupidity to come ......
....... I yelped, jumped up from my bed, ignored the pain in my right ankle and dashed towards the toilet, returning with a bucket of water.
......... And without thinking much, I splashed the bucket of water on my bed.
WTF! How stupid could I get?! I swear, it's not my fault ok! My right foot was too painful that I wasn't thinking straight. (Yeah right.)
Okay then I realized that it was a bloody stupid move, and I hurriedly grabbed a towel to scrub the water (and hopefully, the smelly oil) off my bedsheets and my wall.
So yes, after a few minutes of intense scrubbing, I was satisfied and I smugly decided to take a shower, to cleanse myself of the horrid smell.
:):):):):)
I wish that I could say everything turned out okay. I really do.
But after I took my bath and changed, feeling extremely refreshed, I realized that I used the towel that I used to scrub my bed with to dry myself.
...............
Ahhhhh ... now not only does my room smell like shit, I smell the same too! *fake huge grin* And plus, I'm still limping around. :D Everybody'll remember me for life if I go to college in this state tomorrow, man.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006 || Untitled, part 4, cause I'm lazy to think of a witty title
- Today, I woke up feeling the worst I've ever felt in quite some time ... I was broken, guilty, regretful, sleepy from the huge lack of sleep, and ultimately really unhappy. It didn't really help that just yesterday, I had a fight with two people I cared about. Nothing too serious, but they were over really trivial matters, and I wished I'd reacted differently.
I really, truly wanted to crawl under my bedsheets and just stay there, lost in my lovely dreamland for the rest of the day. Just a trip away from the world, all the responsibilities, and reality.
But I couldn't. Cause I didn't wanna get into a habit of skipping classes anymore, like what happened in high school.
I grudgingly dragged my lazy ass out of bed, changed, and tried to look as cheerful and as normal as I could.
My day turned out to be a lot better than I expected, though. =)
But I still came home feeling like I could really use a hug (har har, yeah I know.) ...... or ice cream. For once, I don't wanna give a damn if I get obese from an overdose of sweet food. I really wanted ice cream, for some weird reason. Any kind of ice cream would do.
And I guess it's pretty obvious by now that I'm pretty vocal about what I want. But it's still a nice surprise, cause I honestly don't expect people to take my random pathetic whines seriously ......
There were more but dad and I ate some already. Want some? *wink* I don't reckon I'd be able to finish them all too soon anyway ...Like I said before, I think that it's the small, sweet, inexpensive stuff that makes me melt and feel blessed. Just thoughtful gestures from anyone. =) Thanks!
And suddenly, my day just doesn't seem to be that shitty at all, after all.
Heck ... I actually think that today was pretty damn nice. :D
Ice-cream is the shit, ya'll. Instant depression cure. (I have to insert at least one crappy sentence in all my posts, even my emo posts, coz you know I need to instill Eliza-Lee-ness and spread my nonsensical humour to as many people as I can. Okay wtf, now that really doesn't make sense.)
Tuesday, August 22, 2006 || Untitled, part 3
- Okay, so most people know that I'm possibly one of the people on earth with the highest infection of what I call, the "I-don't-give-a-shit" disease.
Very very few things actually bother me much in real life. I mean, yeah, I'll admit that I have a really short fuse and I get annoyed pretty easily, and that it's oh-so-easy to leave me a bad impression of you ... but unlike other people, I somehow don't get really emo over most problems. Even really important, life-changing stuff. Like how I wasn't really affected when I suspected that my parents were on the verge of getting a divorce.
I mean ... it's just me.
And quite frankly, I find my life a lot easier living that way. Because of my easygoing mentality of the screwed-up world, I'm not as easily affected by what other people say about me ... Nor am I too hard on myself whenever I screw up. I do try to please people, sometimes, but most of the time, I pretty much come first.
But besides all that, I feel really and emo-ed out like hell whenever I see a sad person.
And today, I could that many people were sad, over something I'm not proud of and shan't blog about. The worst part was that I was supposed to be as sad as, or even more sad than them. But honestly, I was pretty unaffected.
I'm not really good with words; what do you even say to people who're in low spirits, anyway? Even words of comfort and care'd sound cheap. And somehow not enough. Or maybe you could just say that I don't even know what to say.
I'm more of a 'touch' person, and seriously, I just wish I had the liberty to hug people who look sad whenever I could, cause it'd make me feel better as well. But I can't, for obvious reasons.
So what else can I do, besides flashing them a small smile and a withering gaze, hoping that the telepathic message of 'hey, I care... ' (which is something less fake than the usual 'everything's gonna be alright', since most of the time, bad things just can't vanish in thin air) would be transmitted across. Somehow.
I'm kinda confusing myself now, actually. If I really don't give a shit at most drama/chaos/whatnots anyway, why do I feel sad at someone else's misery? Which actually, has nothing much to do with me, right?
Oh, speaking of hugs, I SO need one now. =(
But there's always the next best thing: hanging out at mamak stalls with real friends :)
EDITED: oh I almost forgot ... the first guy I was ever closest to being in love with ... his birthday is today. How fitting eh? O_o
Happy birthday, dude. I'm sorry I lost my phone and I lost your number. Wtf. And I swear I foresee us spending many of your future birthdays together. HAHAHA
Okok, crappy Liz is still around. Emo Liz, begone!
Sunday, August 20, 2006 || Of horny girls, a so-called "advertorial", and a controversial gay picture galore.
- *freaking long post ahead*
I finally had more than eight hours of sleep. FINALLY, after days of walking around like a living zombie.
:(:(:( I re-read my previous post and damn, that was uncalled for. Wtf, why was I so emo over something that doesn't even matter?!
yes yes, it must've been the lack of sleep that got to me. Ah huh ah huh. I felt GREAT today. :D
Narcissistic pictures glorifying myself, since I was in a bloody good mood:
Not too great but whatever! Compared to the pics I took yesterday when I was fucking emo, considered damn nice already. :D
I went for lunch with a friend today, and I was complaining to her about horny and hamsap guys who talk about boobs and shit in front of me.
.......... She proceeded to enthusiastically tell me about the SERIES of wet dreams she had. (I have no idea if the term is wet dreams. Are girls even supposed to have wet dreams? wtf?) Which really, had nothing to do with my original topic of discussion. -___-
OMG and I thought guys were the worst! :( Oh man, why are most of my close girl friends so horny?! I remember spending the night at another good girl friend's place once, and when I used her comp, I found so much porn in her Ares. =.=''
Of course, I ended up laughing like crap anyway, cause the hamsap dreams she had WERE damn funny. Not really suitable for me to blog about here. Later got kids read my blog how!
What a "lovely" way to start my day. :D
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*****Advertorial*******
(HAHAHAHA wtf, just joking! Who would ever wanna advertise on my shitty blog anyway?)
You guys come lah! :( Well, if you have nothing else to do, that is. :D
I'm not gonna lie and say that it's gonna be the best thing that's ever happened since The Beatles, but it's only Rm5 ok. Rm5 only and a chance to, I dunno, camwhore with me (HAHA) and make new friends!
Yeah. I know, I totally suck at sounding convincing. But oi, at least I'm genuinely sincere.
Eh come lah ok. What is there to lose, anyway? You get to eat, you get to snoop around at hot guys and girls, and you get to see Jaclyn do a strip dance! :D
Okay I'm lying about the last one.
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Yeah like I said, this post is gonna be super long. Anyway, shitload of pointless pictures ahead.
View with an open mind.
I met my best friends this evening. Awww, one of the two most important people (to me lah) on earth that appeared in my blog since the beginning! :D
Since we don't have our meet-ups quite as often as we'd like nowadays, obviously we camwhored quite a bit. *winks*
Cally and I in the toilet. Wtf.
Camwhoring in Coffee Bean:
I love the lighting! :D
Us and our gay trademark peace sign.
Cally, asking Jaclyn something about Jac's new Motorola V3i and me, pretending to point at a nonexistential hot guy.
Most controversial pic ever: (in the history of Eliza Lee's blog, that is.)
This is me, looking like I'm trying to bite off Cally's left boob.
And look, I didn't mean to point my middle finger at the christian saying on her t-shirt. I SWEAR.
*runs off and hides in bush*
More weird/fugly/controversial pictures on the way yo.
That's Jac and I, looking screwed up. That's how we love spending our days, by the way.
Controversial picture #2:
...... Since practically everybody thinks I'm a smoker, anyway. (which I'm not ok! I was only pretending ok!)
Controversial picture #3:
HAHAHA okok, enough.
Jaclyn looking gay. Cally looking er .... like Cally.
Then we noticed a bigass mirror and decided to live up to our reputations as camwhores. (Or rather, camwhore wannabes. Yeah, that sounds more like it.)
Jaclyn and I looking gay, Cally looking like ..... Cally. I swear, that girl cracks me up. :D
Jaclyn looks really good in this pic while Cally and I look retarded.
[insert pointless witty caption here]
"Yo, let's look really gay and retarded by posing with one arm in the air with peace signs!", exclaimed Liz, while demonstrating and taking a picture.
HAHAHA WILL YOU CHECK OUT CALLY'S FACE! SO CUTE CAN DIE.
Jaclyn's blur as usual.
Cally catches up and copies my gayass pose. Jaclyn's still blur. =.=''
Damn wtf, this picture. I can't even begin to think of a caption.
Oh yeah, did I remember to mention that since I can't find a guy who can fulfill my emotional and physical needs, I've decided to change my sexual direction?
HAHAHA nah, just kidding. I still like men, though sometimes I wish I didn't. *big grin*
We have the same fugly sandals yo. Coincidentially. o_O
Okay okay, I shan't stuff our fugly faces in my blog to torture all my imaginary readers anymore.
But last picture, cause I can't resist a fugly pic:
I look retarded but I'm posting this up cause Jaclyn looks like King-Kong's wife. HAHAHAHAHA.
Wah, this post is damn long right! O_o
And oh, I suddenly have horrible backache. :( Someone massage me please? *puppy dog eyes*
Okay gotta go clean up my messy room cause my sis is coming home for a few days tomorrow. Yeah, I know. How exciting. O.o
Saturday, August 19, 2006 || Sorry seems to be the hardest word
- Yesterday, somebody told me that he's in love with me. (And no, it's not the same person who gave me the cute goodie bag, this happened after the goodie bag incident at night after I blogged)
Which sort of left me dumbstruck and at a loss for words, cause love is such a strong word, you know ... ?
How could someone who barely knows me claim he's in love with me? Oh, so are the few times we hung out enough for me to capture his heart with my er, biting wit?
I actually don't think so.
I am pretty uncertain and insecure about stuff like this. I just can't help it - that's just the way I am. The first thing that popped up into my mind, since I didn't believe for a second that he may be telling the truth, was that perhaps his friends dared him to do it. Or something really mean like that.
... Which would absolutely crush my pride, if I'd really believed him.
So I let my defences kick in. I pretty much teased him, forced him to admit his love and admiration for me a couple of times more than I needed to hear, made a huge joke about it, and just told him "Haha sorry you're too horny when you're with your friends and I can't stand it yo" after all the fuss.
... I couldn't care less. In my eyes, I was the "winner" of it all, so to speak. I didn't get rejected, and if he was fooling around, he failed. It was a win-win situation for me.
Then my conscience (damn you! :( ) kicked in and nagging thoughts of how mean and bitchy I was came pouring in. God, girl, even if he WAS merely fucking around, why the hell did you have to stoop as low to his level? Wasn't he at least a normal friend, once? Do friends treat each other like unwanted poop?!
I can't help it when I'm being a bitch. It just always seemed like the easiest way out ... and I naively used to think that I could get away with almost everything. But yeah, it turns out that I could get away from everything --- except myself.
Feeling guilty yet still rather suspicious, I reached for my phone and sent him a friendly message. You know, just trying to pretend that yesterday never happened and that we were still friends and all.
He didn't reply me. :(
I guess it must be either the fact that he's extremely mad at me and never wants to be associated with me again, ever ... or err, I dunno. Maybe he got bored and gave up wasting time on 'that bitch'. Or whatever.
There is a really really strong voice ringing in my head, telling me that I should just apologize to him. I'm sorry, Can't we just be platonic friends?
I'm sorry, maybe I was a bitch, are you really angry or merely out of credit?
Or I'm sorry, I thought you were fucking around with me. You know I hate being taken for granted. But maybe I said stuff I shouldn't have too ... Forgive me? Friends?
But of course, my pride is holding me back, as usual. I feel so guilty at my attitude problem, yet so intensely relieved that there's one less drama in my life. And there is also that foreboding feeling in the air that makes me feel so uncertain.
But to that person, I don't think you'd ever read this, and sadly, being the cynic that I am, I still don't quite believe you give a shit ...... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Friday, August 18, 2006 || Generous people are the bomb!
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
(Font is pink to signify how sweet and girly it's supposed to sound)
Okay, why am I AWWWW-ing at some normal-looking package, you ask?
Well, somebody came all the way to my house just to give me that present! :D For no reason in particular! It's not like it's my birthday or anything wtf. Okay it's not a really expensive thing (it's just a goodie bag full of stuff like combs, a hand towel, and an adorable bear) but it's the gesture that counts, right?
*wipes teardrop* So sweet of some people lah.
Okay okay damn ber-drama. But don't you just LOVE generous people? I mean, it's the small surprises like that, that really make my day. =)
I love small surprises. And I feel really good when people actually remember the little things that I say in passing, stuff that I may not even remember myself. I mean ... to think that people'd remember the crap that I say (like how I was only faking anguish when I was whining about my lost shower cap and love for chewing gum bwahaha) totally makes me feel important. It's a nice feeling yo.
Okay I've decided that if I ever get a boyfriend (hahaha me? a steady boyfriend? yeah right. =.=) I'll SO totally buy him presents EVERYDAY.
Okay I'm lying.
Short post, but what the hell. I promised I'd blog everyday right, and look, I stayed true to my promise.
*runs off laughing like a possessed witch while holding adorable white teddy with shower cap on my head*
Thursday, August 17, 2006 || Babi!
- I deleted the long previous post coz someone apologized to me after that post was written and I decided to just forget about it and let things be.
I MUST REALLY BLOG MORE!!!!!!!!!11111oneone
Like seriously, I'm totally losing interest in my blog. *gasp* Kesiannyer blog aku ni. But no matter! Plus life has been so dramatic lately, and I really dislike writing about stuff that happened a few days ago. =.=
Someone teach me how to regain my motivation to blog. Hohoho.
Oh by the way, since my college friends have officially formed our "Babi" gang, I've been totally abusing the word "babi". Haha! By the way, don't ask me who's the real-life inspiration behind our babi club ... I'm not telling nyehehehe.
Call me babi Liz, man. (okay sometimes I'm so lame I even surprise myself. huhuhu)
So yeah, I went to McD with Jaclyn just now, after I photostated tonnes of fliers for my college's upcoming event. I'm on the organizing committee, you know! Yeah wtf. I'm soooo unreliable and most of the time I'm too selamba to do anything. *innocent grin*
Okay in McD right, there were a bunch of McDelivery dudes stoning at one table (wtf, don't need to work ah those people) and they kept on hooting shit at me from their table. To which of course I ignored them. Then one of them got freaking brave and decided to try to talk to me.
(omg, damn daring right? I could've reported them to the manager and got them fired. =( hmph.)
"Leng loi aper nama?" (hamsap malay dude)
"BABI!"
...... was my enthusiastic response. WTF!!!!!!!x1000000
"What the fuck?!" (Jaclyn)
"Apa?? Har?? Nama adik apa??" (hamsap malay dude, who apparently doesn't give up easily)
"Nadia.", I said again while rolling my eyes and eating my french fries. Wtf Nadia? Where did I get that from? Damn random wei.
"Oh .... Nadia boleh bagi bang telefon number ke?? Kita semua mau la!!!", horny McDelivery dude asks me on all the other horny malay McDelivery dude's behalfs.
"Eh ku takda telefon", I curtly told him while frowing. Still munching on french fries. And also while replying a SMS. HAHAHA
"Habis you sedang pegang ape??"
"Eh uncle ini kamera lah", I piped up.
WAHAHAHA wtf. The horny malay dude was like O_o'' and finally got the message and walked back to his table to his awaiting horny friends.
"Are you fucking high on something ah?", Jaclyn demanded to know after the dude left.
Hehehe. Oh well. At least that was funny. :D
Oh man, SO much funny shit has been happening to me lately. I swear I'm on a funny roll. Even my family life is seriously damn funny at the moment, okay. :D
And even botak Fifi is so funny, since she peed on dad's favourite plant bwahahaha. And shitted near the flower pot. :D By the way, Fifi's well again! I wanna post up pics of what she looked like when she was sick but *I* freaked out when I looked at them and deleted it.
Oh in case you were wondering why was I saying that it was my fault right, she wasn't exactly sick. More like, burnt. Cause day before my college camp, I accidentally spilled REALLY hot chicken soup on her ... she yelped and whined a bit and seemed okay soon after, so I figured that she's alright. =( However, when I returned from camp, I noticed that her entire back was red and black with funny wounds and patches all over.
Which was REALLY GROSS OKAY. I honestly thought she was gonna die. And I would've spilled hot chicken soup on myself too if she did (TOUCH WOOD!) since it was my fault. =( But I furiously rubbed Aloe Vera all over her for the past few days and now she's okay already! Albeit a bit bald.
Aloe vera is the shit yo.
Okay I swear that Il'll die die blog at least once a day. Er ... or two days! I promise to myself. Or there's no way I'll ever fulfill my "dream" of recording my life in a way that I'll never forget it, even if I get amnesia or something (TOUCH WOOD!). :D
P.S. What is it with some guys? Some guy got pissed at me coz he saw me walking with another dude. Like damn wtf right, since he isn't even my boyfriend or anything like that. Anyway the guy and I were only walking.
I told him that he isn't my boyfriend and I'm not giving him the privilege to be some freaky possessive/jealous dude.
....... He got bloody emo. =.='' I was shocked okay. And everybody knows I freak out when somebody tries to bermanja or beremo with me.
Tsk tsk tsk. Bigggg turn-off, hun. @_@
Monday, August 14, 2006 || One week
- I know, I haven't blogged in a week. :(
And I know, everytime a blogger goes on a "long" hiatus, his/her traffic drops like shit. But really, I couldn't really care less at the moment. *stabs hits counter*
Actually, SO many things happened during the past week ... but I just really couldn't find the words to describe everything that's happened. They were all pretty nauseating, really.
I'll blog a detailed post later cause I'm rushing to go out to dinner now. Just a gist of it: my parents were practically on the verge of divorce, my dog was sick and it was my fault (horrible experience, I tell you! I couldn't sleep for days :'( will elaborate soon), I fell in and out of lust, one of my best friends ran away from home, and some other random shit.
So yeah, life has been pretty interesting lately. Now that everything's sort of cooled down, I feel like I could find the words to write about them.
However, wish me luck yo! My week has been SO hectic and dramatic. I'm soooo not used to this. Though I'll have to say that despite all the shit that happened, I'm still somewhat cheerful and happy most of the time. :D I didn't act like a walking disaster or anything.
I guess happy stuff and bad stuff come hand in hand.
OH yeah, I almost forgot the main reason of this post. I just got IMVU chat messenger and it's so cute! It's like The Sims wei. :D My nickname's LizzyLee there, so if you have IMVU, ADD ME and we can flirt in cafes and on the ferries wheel! Heehee.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006 || Hanging out with mum and dad
- Mum and dad have been bickering a lot more than usual lately.
*falls off chair laughing*
Okok, before you call me evil that I'm actually laughing at the fact that both my biological parents are arguing over nonsensical, nonexistential issues, let me explain.
My dad is retired and he basically spends a whole load of time at home bumming. (lucky dude, grr) ... and lately, my mum's getting slightly healthier and she keeps on going out with her friends and shit.
Dad is jealous of her friend, cause he says that mum treats that chick a lot better than him. (I foresee this to be a future squabble between my future boyf and I - I always seem to treat my friends better. :X )
"But she has cancer ....", mum whines.
"But I love you and I want you to show me that too!", dad whines in return.
........
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA damn funny lah, I tell you. Since it was the last day of my holidays, I figured that instead of stoning at the mamak stall like what I usually do, I decided to stay home all day and hang out with my family. (something I haven't done since God knows when)
I ended up smirking, laughing and giving dumb remarks/suggestions the whole day.
"You know what I think, I think dad has male menopause!", I announce.
Mum nods and agrees with me. Dad glares at me.
"I think mum should bring dad along for her outings!", I gleefully announce again.
Dad nods and agrees with me. Mum glares at me. Mum and dad ignore me and glare at each other.
Bwahaha, fucking funny lah. I swear to God, sometimes relationships are such a hassle. o_O Which is exactly the reason why I've been single for so goddamn long (I'm lying). By now, I don't even like boys (I'm lying again). Especially cute ones (I'm bullshitting).
Oh yeah, I told my mum about this guy I used to like (okay okay, I know I liked a lot of people before, cannot ah? :( ) that suddenly told me he likes me. Damn wtf man, why is it that when I was SO bored and miserable, all the guys I was pining for were damn out of league, and suddenly when I'm having the blast of my life, all these guys suddenly fall at my feet holding a "I WANT YOU, YOU WANT ME TOO? KTHXBYE" sign? =.=''
"Does he have a car?", she immediately asks.
Damn wtf, I thought she would've given me some weird religious lecture on Dating the Holy Way.
"Er ... I think he shares with his bro, why?", I answered.
"EH then good lah. Ask him to fetch you to college everyday lah!", mum enthusiastically answers.
"Er ... he's not in my college or living nearby wei. What the. Anyway I also don't like him already."
"Don't care lah! If he got car don't tell him whether you like him or not lah, let him continue guessing and you can force him to fetch you to college!"
..... Words of wisdom from my religious-but-materialistic mother. =.=''
Gawd, college is starting tomorrow. On the bright side though, two people told me that there are cute guys in the new intake! W00t. Eye candy is almost a necessity, people.
Hahaha okay, gonna go watch my parents fight again, so I can offer my 'constructive' opinions again. :D Now I think they're fighting over the furniture in their room wtf.
I swear, I don't wanna sound like some kinda horny chick or whatever cause I'm not (LOL), but if I was married and my spouse had so much free time ....... Instead of fighting, let's have sex baby. Talk about a BIG waste of quality time.
As they say, Make love not war. HAHA. Now those are words of wisdom ya'll.
Sunday, August 06, 2006 || My fantastic camp
- I'm HOME!!! *pops champagne* (wtf, damn semangat)
- Some people brought lotsa booze to camp. My friend and I regretted like shit that we didn't think of it. (Sorry God! x 1)
- We played truth or dare and it was THE bomb cause I now know so many people's secrets. Time for blackmail, yo! Tee hee. It was damn fun to see people dancing on tables, hitting on the malay mamak auntie and taking off their shirts.
- ...... I gambled on the second night with a bunch of dudes I wasn't that close with and I lost Rm1. (Sorry God! x2)
- I cursed a million times during camp. Finally, my true colors are revealed. (Sorry God! =( x3)
- I saw lotsa monkeys climbing around on the trees! Damn cute. :D
- My friend was massively hitting on a pretty cute guy and he was damn responsive. Grrr, lucky bish. :p
- ... We built a "bonfire" in a BBQ thing though we weren't supposed to, and the guys almost barbequed a cat.
- My group were the champions of the camp coz we won almost every challenge. All of us brought home 80 bucks worth of books and err, motivational VCDs. o_O W00t!
- I REALLY wanted to go skinny dipping.
"Can I go skinny dipping ar?" (me)
"What's that?" (SK)
"Er ... I wanna swim naked. It's one of my biggest dreams in life weh, haven't fulfilled yet. Surely DAMN shiok man!" (me)
".... You go loh, I wait for you outside the pool and if the supervisor comes I'll run away first. HAHA" (SK)
I was THIS close in just not giving a damn, but as it was, tonnes of people were not sleeping at all at night and anybody could pass by and see a ghostly naked chick in the pool. Hohoho. =(
I'm sure you guys are curious ... did I have fun? Did I fall over a cliff?? Were there any cute guys?!?
I actually wanted to blog yesterday night, but the post would've been way too incoherent. I was freaking happy over something that happened. And I was also damn sad cause Fifi's sick ... and it's my fault. =(((( Both are stuff I don't feel like talking about.
Well, camp was suprisingly kinda fun. :D The first day was kind of bad I guess, cause I was way too blur and was wandering around looking for my assigned group for at least an hour or so. But the second and third day were damn fun, man.
It was way different from last year's youth conference thing (eh I just reread that post, I think I've lost weight this year. *shocked*).
I have a shitload of pictures taken with my camera phone.
College camp was held at Dusun Eco Resort in Pahang, which is supposed to be some kinda physical training (a.k.a NS camp) place. No airconds, obviously. :D
Seriously though, the place was a LOT better than what I expected, cause it was supposed to be a NS camp (I don't believe so anymore though).
The place had a very relaxing aura ... and was very green. Which is really nice since its such a huge contrast from what most of us are used to. Hohoho.
And oh, they had an ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS pool! :D
I love it love it love it. So damn nice and huge wei!
They even had a big basketball court.
... Though I obviously didn't use it at all. Nyehehe.
We were divided into teams, and we had to play a series of The Apprentice-esque games. My group's "company" name was Ah Cheong (LOL) and we were supposedly VCD distributors. :D
Our group "logo" that we made out of stuff we found in the forest. Quite nice, eh?? We won that challenge!
My company prez "presenting" our company logo. You can see my gay hand in the pic.
Oh yeah, another game/challenge that seriously freaked almost everybody out .......
We had to pass those frogs around with our bare hands, one fat frog in each hand. If anybody drops it, that dude has to CHASE the frog to catch it. O_O
I was majorly freaked out at first but it wasn't too bad ... I guess. :P
OH, I had tonnes of fun playing in the water! Seriously, I LOVED the pool. Despite what I swore earlier about not swimming at all in camp, I still played in the water everyday.
I look like I'm scratching my ass wtf.
Eh I can't remember his name (sorry!), Sharon, Dan "The Man", me and Samuel, the president of my group.
Fun in the pool, the second evening:
DAMN FUN LEH. I even played water polo (though I can't swim for shit *blush*) and I got my head knocked by the ball (and some dude's leg) at least 10 times. =.=
I like, I like.
And I also broke another of my vows I made before camp, cause I went for the flying fox. O_O
The one I went to was a LOT higher and much longer than this one, but here's a pic of the other flying fox place they had:
To get to the REAL flying fox place, we had to tip-toe across a bloody ROPE that connects two cliffs. I swear to God, I was scared and freaked out beyond description when I was tip-toeing and clinging on to the rope for dear life, cause it was damn high and I have a thing for heights. =(
When I finally got to the other side, I was literally shaking, sweating and panting, whining to everyone who already got across.
... But I grabbed my friend to take a pic, and I dunno why do I look happier than her. She wasn't scared at all and was the one who was bloody enthusiastic and happy. :P
I took this pic on the way back to our campsite. I think I look DAMN gay here. =/
Then we spotted a really battered and haunted-looking truck, and I jumped at the opportunity to climb up it to camwhore. =.=''
Wouldn't you wanna own that? ;)
I honestly have no idea what is up with me and peace signs. HAHA
Camwhore-ish pics I took with friends:
Random shit that happened:
... And firecrackers look pretty in pics. =)
*sigh* next time. HAHA
SK and I. :D
Wah I can't believe I managed to finish this post. *grin*
A new semester starts next bloody week ... time to go back to the hectic college life, Liz. And this time around, I have FIVE subjects and there are classes everyday! =(
Okay, my vow for the new sem: Must go to the gym more
