No, I will not chill.

So anyways, the reason why I am not updating regularly anymore is cause I am worried sick here regarding my accommodations in Aussie. Last Friday I received an email from the uni stating that I do not get an on-campus room so ever since then I have been looking for off-campus accommodations. The moment I received that email was the moment when the thought of being homeless stop being funny and ridiculous, and begun to become terrifying. So excuse me, but my mind is preoccupied these days with something more important.

 

However I will take this time to stop obsessing about the state of my homeless-ness and take a break from refreshing my inbox to check if anyone have email me a reply regarding my off-campus accommodation enquiries and address something that have been pissing me off. You know how you tell someone your problem and then you expect them to tell you something soothing or maybe an advice of maybe just you know, be there for you. They don’t have to actually do anything but be kind and considerate. This is what people do. This is why people have friends or significant other, for the comfort and security.

 

One of the most annoying shit to me is that when you tell people your problem and they reply it with this: “Chill chill.” What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I know those are just words, but they are the most fucking annoying words ever. I can’t fucking stand it. I think it is very rude and it’s pissing me off.

 

I dunno about you, but when I tell someone of my problems, the last shit I wanna hear is “Chill chill”. I know what you mean is “Relax”,  but why can’t you say that? By using that term you made my problem insignificant, something that is not worth your time, something you brush off because it is just some rantings by an idiot. If what you mean is relax, then fucking say relax. By saying “Chill chill”, I am not going to chill, I am going to go off even more. Where the fuck is your sensitivity? Who the fuck are you to belittle my troubles?

 

I would understand if you say “Relax, breathe.” I would, but really “Chill chill”? Seriously, I deserve better. Or maybe it’s just me. I am a Drama Queen and I am overly sensitive these days. However I still think that when I am crying and asking your support as a friend, you could have done more...said something else. You could done more then brushing it off as something insignificant. You could have said something better then “Chill chill.” 

You could have actually cared.

No prudes beyond this point

I stole this tag from Cheryl of Confessions of a Twenty Something Year Old. Cause I'm a tag stealer. That's right, a stealer. I supposed I could use the term "tag thief" but I kinda have issues with the word "thief" per'se...I mean what the hell is a thief, really? A person who bakes is a baker, a person who teaches is a teacher and a person who steals is a thief? How does that makes sense? I am opposed to that and from now on I will always use the term "stealer" cause it makes more sense.

So according to the tag that I've stolen, I'm suppose to post the 4th picture of the 4th folder from my Pictures document and here it is.

I personally think its artistic. Yes, it's sexual however it is not overtly so. They are both clothed and nothing is revealed but there's the anticipation...the excitement of foreplay. I like how there's an empty frame hanging on the wall. I think it's a symbolism that these two are not in a relationship but are two random, consenting adults giving into carnal desire. I also like the anonymity. Their faces are hidden making it easier for the viewer to give in to the fantasy. Random strangers, foreplay in a somewhat public place.....sexy.

Or maybe it's just a picture of a guy fingering a girl up against a wall and its pretty hot. All I know is that I'm so glad that the tag didn't ask for the 5th pic. Cause I can't even play the artistic card with that one. And bish plz, get off your high horse and stop pretending like you don't have shit like this on your computer too.

If your name/handle/nickname ends with "S", consider your ass tagged. And oh if you're scandalized by this post; feel free to call me names and predict my eternal damnation by hellfire in the comment box. I don't mind. I like the drama.

A Lesson from Animal Planet

Do you know that a male snake has two penises? Two.

No shit. I’m serious. I couldn’t sleep the other day so I was up at 3 in the morning watching Animal Planet (that’s right, 3 in the morning and watching Animal Planet- I am too fucking cool for words. I am soo fucking cool, I am like the Fonz of my generation), anyways….snakes have 2 penises. I dunno bout you guys, but that totally rocked my world. Understand that my world now consist of sleeping in till midday, midnight prank calls to my nosy neighbour and writing little haikus that make no sense and emailing it to friends such as this:

My ass is really big,

I blame my mother for it,

Cause hers is big too

Okay, so that’s a really lousy haiku. But what I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t take much to rock my world these days. If you would come up to me and say “CD! I had toasts for breakfast today” I would go “No way dude!! That totally rocks my world!” …………..Anyways back to snakes and their multiple penises.

Apparently snakes have 2 penises to maximize their chance of fertilizing a female snake….Apparently if there’s a low sperm count in one penis, then they gonna use the other one. Like how do you know if that penis has a lower sperm count than the other? How? To my knowledge, snakes can’t jerk off right? They don’t have hands. What do they do? Rub both of it on a tree trunk and get off? And then count afterwards? “Sssssss thisssss ooonesss hasssss moooreeeessss sppeerrrsmms thannss the others sssss, willlsss ussseeeessss thissss neeexxxtttsss timeees I gootss lucckysss….Sssssss”? What? Is that how they know?

And what if the snake has weak swimmers? Doesn’t matter which one he uses, that female he bangin with either penis will not get pregnant now will she? I mean, think about it. You can have all the money in the world, drive all the big cars and have 2 penises and still be impotent. How sad is that? Also what the show did not address was the size issues. Would both be the same size, or one is bigger than the other? Is it possible for the female snake to choose which one? Can she like “Ooohhhsss Edwarrddo-sssss, I wantssss that onesss, that onesss on the leftttssss. Yeeessss bebeh, I is a size queeeennsssss….” Can she? 

Female snakes got it lucky if you ask me. If the male snake is anything like a lusty/horny/stupid boy on prom night, wanting to lose it, he would be jizzing in his pants even before anything starts. I bet this would totally pisses off the horny-teenage-girl-snake and she be like “Whysss you be cumming before meeee foooolsss!” and then horny-teenage-boy-snake would go “It’s ookaaays, I got another onesss” and all is well.

Just sayin.

With that said....maaaan do I need to leave the house more often or what?

Update Jan 12 2008/ 11:03pm

Dude.....do they pee from both penises too? Do they take turns OR both penises can go at it at the same time?

Update Jan 12 2008/ 11:04pm

No....seriously.

This post might or might not make sense. My bad.

Disclaimer: The following post was written while the Constantly Dramatic One was completely drugged out on flu/fever medication. It might or might not make sense to you. I wouldn’t know. It however made total and complete sense to me seeing that I was and still is, trippin all over the place.

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I have this story on how my car acted up yesterday and that the alarm won’t stop going on and on so I had to send it to the mechanics and had to stay there for 3 hours waiting for it to get done and how like this big motherfucking rat came out of the gutters and ran right by my feet, and then I jumped and screamed like a banshee which all the dirty mechanics thought was hilarious so they laughed at me and then the chief mechanic told me to that there’s something wrong with my car’s alarm system (well no shit Sherlock, it’s been goin on and on right?) and that I have to change it. So I say changed it and that’s why I was at the mechanic’s for 3 hours amidst all the dirty cars, dusty accessories, polluted air and rat infested gutters. What the mechanic forgot to tell me was that the new alarm is like some fancy shmancy thingie where a robotic female’s voice would go “Arm” or “Disarm” as to remind you to lock the car.

So I got home at 7ish in the evening and then I parked my car and before I got the chance to lock the car, the female’s voice came on and I freaked out cause I thought there was a Pontianak hiding under the car and talking to me so I ran like a bitch and then I realized that pontianaks don’t hide under cars so maybe my car might be a transformer instead, like in the movie you know. So I went back to my car, but I did not take a peek at the undercarriage in case there was a pontinak hanging out there…then the female’s voice came on again and I thought “Cool, my car’s a female transformer. I will call her ‘Bianca’.” Belatedly, did I realise that it was just the alarm and I felt really stupid. And also my New Year’s resolution of NOT DOING STUPID SHIT has gone out of the window thanks to the Pontianak/transformers episode. 

As I walked towards my house, my nosy neighbour called me cause she saw me running away from the car and she wanna know why I did that. Nosy bitch. I can’t actually tell her that I thought my car was a transformer, can I? So I told her that I’m on this new fitness plan where you don’t workout for a long time but what you do is you suddenly sprint or jog on the spot really really fast, multiple times a day and then you can lose weight and build stamina. She looked unconvinced so I told her it’s totally the in thing now in Hollywood. It’s like the Atkins of fitness plans. Then she looked interested and told me that she wants to do it too. So I thought to myself “Great, I’m fucked now.” And now whenever I need to leave the house, I have to make sure that she’s not hanging out outside her house because apparently I have weaved my own tangled web of lies and I don’t know how to continue with it.

Then last night I got really sick, I started coughing and sneezing and I think it’s cause I was at the mechanic’s for 3 hours and that place was filthy. When I look at the tissue I realise that there is blood when I blow my nose and I got really scared cause now I think I’m gonna die. Like, seriously, blood on the tissue. I’m scared cause I know I’m going to Hell cause I barely pray and curse like a drunk sailor therefore in conclusion God hates me and will send me to Hell. So I took some flu pills and decided that if I’m drowsy enough from all the pills maybe I could die peacefully in my sleep. As I was drifting off I realise that I don’t want to die without letting people know that I love them. So I called my sister and told her that I am going to die cause there’s blood when I blow my nose and I have fever but before I go, I want her to know that I love her. But she didn’t hear all that cause she was at the market place buying fish and I thought how ironic that I’m going to die in my sleep, with blood coming out of my nose and Clive would never get the chance to fall madly in love with me and the one person whose supposed to be in contact with me before I leave this realm of mortality can’t even hear my parting words cause she wanna buy a damn fish.

So I said again “I’m going to die.” Then she asked “Oh, what colour?” And then I said  “Die not dye” and she said “Okay. What colour?” Then I gave up and tell her that I love her and then she said “I love you too, but make sure you don’t dye blond ya? Blond sucks with our skin colour.” And I dunno how that tip would be helpful in Hell but okay, I take whatever I can get. Then before I hung up she asked me

“Have it arrived yet?”

“What have arrived?”

“The bag?”

“What bag?”

“The Gucci bag.”

“Huh?”

“I got you a Gucci bag, from the Christmas sale here. It was like 50% off and it’s like last season’s but it is a Gucci and it’s pink and really cute and you would really like it. It’s totally you.”

“Wow.”

“Okay let me know when you get it ya? I love you babe. I have to go now.”

I’m still coughing, sneezing blood and feverish but I think it would really suck to die now cause apparently I have a last-season-50%-off-Gucci-bag on the way to me. I’m gonna put off death for a while till I get the bag and then only could I die happy.

Also, I love Ghendut.

Fabu!

OMGWTFBBQ!! I got me an award. Courtesy of the ever-adorable Technodoll of Bubblegum Diaries. Awwwwww….this is my 3^rd blogging award ever since I started this whole blogging thing. Almost 2 years now actually.

Fabulous bitches! Fabulous!

Right the rule of the game is for me to list out 5 addictions and then to spread the love to 5 other bloggers who are as fabulous as moi. Since it’s a Saturday and I’m feeling lazy as hell let’s just make this a quick one. My addictions:

1) The internet. Kinda obvious, no?

2) Reading. I am quietly judgemental towards people who do not read.

3) Writing. I write constantly. I even have a notebook next to my bed cause sometimes at night I just wake up and feel the need to write. So write I must.

4) Lotion. I put on 3 different types of lotions everyday. One after showers, another before and after driving, and my favourite one at night before sleeping. This ritual makes no sense to anyone else but me.

5) Clive Owen. Ahem.

Now, drumroll please…!!!

Faye of lifethrupinklenses

Cause she is fabulous, and lets face it. Anyone that can write and dress as well as she deserve an award all on its own.

Connie of Skin Deco: Enhancing Natural Beauty

Best fucking makeup tutorial blog ever. Seriously. You guys…the crazy hours I spend staring at her step by step tutorial and then trying to recreate it is like fucking infinity. If you’re into makeup, her blog is a must read.

Rujing of emma&rujing

Rujing is the dramatic protégé I’ll never have. She’s hilarious and completely random but really the woman is a drama queen, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. The drama force is strong with you my young pedawan. Use it well.

Zikri of Theater of Nothing

Zikri deserves this award merely cause I wanna irritate him but also because of all the readers and the commentors of Dramatic Musings, he is the only one who always calling it as it is. And telling the truth no matter how irritating it is to me. Thanks dude, you’re faaaaabulous!

AJ of Road to FABULOUSITY

What kind of fabulous award is this if it doesn’t include the faaaabulous AJ himself? Hell man, he doesn’t even need this given the fact that he is extraordinarily fabulous already. But hey, why not eh?

This is for you AJ!!

So that’s all for today. Now you guys go and spread the fabulousness. Ta.

And now...a little free styling...

Too many words in my head. Too many stories to tell. Too many words. Too many plots. Too many tales. Assaulting my senses. Screaming at me in defiant. "Me!", they each scream. "Me! Pick me!" "Tell my story! Elaborate my past. Breathe life into me. Bring me into this world." Too many.



They scream out their cries of anguish at me during the dead of the night. They kept me up with their presence in my head. "Write us down. Don't let us die. Rescue us from within this enclosed fortress of your mind. Your imagination. Release us."



"But there's too many of you! I can't pick! I can't choose! I don't know what or whom to save!" "Should I save you, drowning girl? Should I choose you, tales of subjugation and oppression? Should I pick you, gremlin beneath the cellar? Whom? Which? Tell me! Tell me!"



"All of us and none of us. We are yours to rescue. Yours to give life to. We are but creatures spun from your soul. Your insatiable desire to be a taleweaver. We are nothing. We are everything. We are the core of your being. The reason you are you. We are you. We are your imagination, your eternal captives."



"Release us."



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I don't really do a lot of free-styling. Because when I do, the results of that free-styling is more often then not- is disturbing to me. Love it? Hate it? Feel the need to direct the Constantly Dramatic One to the nearest psych ward? Whatever rocks your boat. Just let me know.

Also haters, this is the best moment for y'all to make an appearance. If it's too difficult for you, then let me start it off for you:

"OMG!! This suck so much!!!! You can't write. You're stupid!! And FAT. FAT FAT FAT!!!!"

See, I'm helping you out here. Return the favour ya?

Could this be the end of the Constantly Dramatic One?

No proper blog posting today.

I had a shitload to bitch about, a shitload but all that have to go into Drafts and publish on some other day. Why? Cause I totally just had a major anxiety attack resulting in me running around the house shouting incoherent gibberish, pulling my hair out and then accusing Ghendut, my golden hamster of stealing the last Vitagen in the house. Ghendut is now sulking and no longer on speaking terms with me. Fine bitch! Fine! See if you can get by in this life without me. You are nothing without me! Nothing!!! I made you what you are!

..........Oh come on Ghendut don't be like this. I love you. Who's my number one golden hamster? Who? Who? You are....you are. Fine, don't talk to me. I got more important shit to deal with. More important than you Ghendut. You're not all that. No no, I'm sorry. I don't mean that. Goddamn.

Anyways my important stuff consists of 3 class presentation, one in Spanish (my tongue is going to take a beating for this) and Finals in 12 days. I haven't started on anything.

I am going to die.

P/S: Sorry if I haven't been visiting your blogs. I cannot do it now. I cannot pay attention to what you wrote for my mind is too preoccupied with my impending doom. Shit should be fine after the 4th. Ta bitches, and stay ossum.

PP/S: Ghendut is still not talking to me.

Balik kampung! Ooohhh oooohhh ohhhh balik kampung!!!!

I bet you guys have been relentlessly refreshing this page going "Where oh where is the Constantly Dramatic One? Why is she not updating her blog 3 times a week on alternate days? Why have she gone missing? Whyyyy God!!! Why?!!! I need me some drama and who is there to provide me with some it it's not the Constantly Dramatic One herself?!!!!! Noooooooo!!!!!!!"


*hits refresh*


"She's still not here!! I cannot take it!! I can't fucking take it!!! Arrrggghhh!!"



*stab self in the eye with a fork*



....................................................Okay, in an ideal world in which people builds shrines and worship the ground I walk upon the above situation might hold some truth. But seeing that this is not an ideal world in which no one builds shrines OR worship the ground I walk upon, I bet no one gives a fuck where I've been. But seeing that I do in fact live in an imaginary world where I make believe that everyone -absolutely everyone- adores me, I'm gonna tell you guys where I've been anyways.



Nowhere.



No, really. As it is tradition with all Malaysians to balik kampung during the festive season, I ain't got no kampung to go back to. I am a pureblood of my hometown. My dad grew up here, my mom grew up a town away from here, all my relatives are here. When the rest of Malaysia (read: mudblood) is busy driving back to wherever other state that they hailed from, I'm living it up in KL. Basking in the sheer joy of being in KL without being stuck in traffic jams. That's right, KL with no traffic jams. Yeah mudbloods, suck on that. Y'all never get to feel that cause all of you mudbloods have to go back. Balik kampung.


*looks smug*


Okay, fine. I'm jealous.



I have always been jealous when people tell me they will balik kampung during the festive season. I never get to feel that. The anticipation of going to see your grandparents and favourite cousins that live 3 states away. The long road trip with the whole family. Okay maybe the thought of being stuck in the car with my mom when she's pissed off about something or other for 5 hours is not that attractive, but nevertheless it's different. The joy of playing fireworks, running around the kampung house, chasing the chickens..........so quaint. So old skool. So...............different from the noisy and shady life in the city. I mean I bet in the kampung when y'all open the window during the first day of Aidilfitri, you can see paddy fields as far as the eyes can see. Complete with a scarecrow. When I opened my window here during the first day of Aidilfitri- and I see my 57 year old neighbour washing his car, half naked, beer gut hanging out. Not a pretty sight.



You see where I'm coming from?




Nevertheless celebrating Aidilfitri in the city has it's advantages though. First and foremost- the wireless connection. Mwahahahahhaha!! I noticed that most of my favourite Malay-themes blogs, written by Malay people of course have not been updating. I bet it's cause they all balik kampung and can't get a decent connection. Hahaha!! I bet it's a bitch trying to get connection by the paddy field. I can get connection anywhere here in the city, bitches. Y'all have kampung, I got wireless. Also the cable TV connection here is also better and I'm thinking at night I wont be attacked by an army of evil, hungry mosquitoes either. Riiiigghhht?


I'm making assumption here of course.


But then you know I will not have that bakar lemang or dodol making experience either. *Le sigh*. Urgh, what the hell am I talking about. You people with kampungs to go back to win. So be thankful and stop grousing bout the long drive home, about the bus ride over 4 states or the fact that you can's stand that one bitchy Aunt back in the kampung. Count your blessings and know that each time you are there, you are making kampung memories of Aildilfitri we pureblooded city kids will never get the chance to have.




You lucky bitches.



P/S: I wanna apologize to my international readers if this post makes no sense to y'all. Think of it as a Malaysian cultural lesson, brought to you exclusively and dramatically by the Constantly Dramatic One. And yes, there are references to Harry Potter in this post. Thanks for noticing.

A jumble of things

A birthday shout out to my other September babies. Natalija on the 23rd, my sister on the 24th and whoever else who was born in the most ossum-est month of September.

So ossum that when you look at the calendar, it goes like this: July, August, OSSSUM, October, November.....I'm serious! Go check your calendar now!

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Posting will return to regular programming after Thursday. I just have so much shit to do now. I have a presentation and 2 tests on Thursday and I am not prepared for any of those. Stress! Too much stress! I cannot take it! Feel like stabbing myself in the eye with a fork!

Arrrgghhh!!

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I found my roadtax!! Woot! It was stuck in between my Sociology notes. Goes to show just how much I study that it took me this long to discover it.

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Went out for shisha and just chilling out with 7sunflowers + a non-sunflower for my bDay celebration. Of course there are piccies but I'm too busy and too tired to post it up now but this is a preview of the night:

Yeaaaaaaaa........

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I wonder where my sayang is. Come back sayang. I miss you.

PSA

Regular postings of 3 posts a week on alternate days will be back to usual after Ramadhan. I'm sorry that I have been neglecting this blog for a while but I have been really tired lately. It's hard to be witty and dramatic when you're super tired.

Also Blogger is being a fucking bitch. I've wrote two epic pieces and it did not fucking auto saved and all is lost. I really wanna be pissed off about this but I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. But I'm going to go to sleep all angry and shit.

Also, I'm emo. Turning a year older come Sunday. Pretty soon I'll get wrinkles. And then before I know it, I'll wake up one day to find that I am in the winter of my life. I would have to cover the mirrors in my home with bedsheet so that I would not have to see how haggard I've become....assuming I have mirrors. At the rate I'm going, I'm gonna end up living in a box. Who majors in Digital Videography if they don't have a stupid wish of ending up living in a box?


Apparently, I do.


So anyways one year older. Very emo now. Meh.

Meh

First day of the new semester starts tomorrow.

But yet I have been gone out all day.

I went to a wedding. Met with highschool friends. Talked for like 5 hours.

Then I went to a party and I dance, and flirted and do unseemly stuff that I would not state on my blog (lest it comes and haunt me and the proceed to kick me in the ass).

It's 1 in the morning.

First class at 8 am.

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This does not bode well.

Come here, pussy cat

You know what, Katy Perry's song 'I Kissed a Girl' is releasing the gay in me. We're talking full fledge gay here. Screw this bisexual thing I got goin on. I wanna be gayer than George Michael during a pride parade.

Now I just need to find me a gay girl to go gay with...

Any takers?



Update August 5th 2008


Seeing that there is a deafening, uncomfortable silence from the girls (via the comment box)....I think I'll make a list of possible lesbian lovers for me in my next post. Just to push it even more and make everyone squirm. Mwahahahahhaah!!

I'm such an evil bitch.

It's all about randomness...

Sorry I had not been updating regularly. I want to say that I have been busy working hard for world peace and volunteering at the local orphanage but truth is....I have been hanging out with friends a lot. The only thing I have been doing is updating Valar Morghulis with cool pictures and quotes. You know...to keep up the charade of being a pseudo-intellectual artsy fartsy snob. When I'm really not. Just pretentious as fuck.


But then I saw this tag from Tine's blog and I am totally stealing it. Cause well, what good is a blog if you don't talk about yourself? And perhaps with this post, I would provide Princess Asshat from the previous post, who left that thinly veiled love message for me more ammunition to leave more of her aggressive love messages. In doing so, creating drama and giving the Constantly Dramatic One exactly what I want: drama.


C'mon Princess Asshat, make your idol happy. You know the sole purpose of your very existence is to please me. Be true to yourself. You know you want too....



So 6 random facts about moi: Part the 2nd. (For Part the 1st, go here)



1)I went through some rough emo period in highschool in which I was convinced no one loves me, everybody hates me. The pinnacle of the was this one time, in my ultimate emo moment, I threw.....something (can't remember what now) and that something shattered a mirror in my room. Still in my ultimate emo moment, took a shard of the said broken mirror and cut myself with it. I cut myself in my inner thigh so that nobody could see it. It hurts like a bitch. But at that moment....my ultimate emo moment mind you....it all seemed epic and made sense.


What kind of sense?


Fuck if I know dude. Now that I look back on it, that shit was all kinds of stupid. So listen kids, if you ever find yourself all emo and wanting to cut yourself "to feel alive", for the love of God, cut yourself somewhere else other than the inner thighs. Cause you know, it just doesn't hurt during the cutting. It also hurts when you're sitting down and your thighs go up to each other. I walked bowlegged for like a week after I cut myself.

Stupid ridiculous shit.


2) Once I got lost in Shah Alam for 3 hours. I ran out of fuel and I had no money nor any idea where the nearest petrol station is. So I called my sister, gave her directions as best I could than sat by the roadside crying my eyes out. This happened about a week after I get my P license so I was about....17, I think.


Really stupid shit.


3) You know when you read books, some of the character seems so attractive that you either want to be them, or are so familiar that you are convince that some part of you is them?....Get what I'm sayin?

I'm always convinced that I am Ron Weasley from the Harry Potter series. No, seriously. If I am not flesh and blood but just a character that live in the pages of novels, I'll be Ron. Completely. Or Carmen Lowell from the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. As for a character that I want to be? It'll be Arya Stark from the Song of Ice and Fire series. Bitch kicks major ass!


4) When I was a kid, my brother told me that toyols live in the toilet stool. And that these little bastards would bite my ass when I'm doing my business. I was so scared that I didn't do number 2 for like a week until I get sick. Until now, I always make sure that there are no toyols living in any of the toilet that I'm going to use.


5) I was a bulimic when I was 15. For a whole year. Three of my friends and I made a pact that we would always throw up after eating. My modus operandi was basically binge, drink a whole lot of water than stick a 2B pencil down my throat. 2B pencils have greater reach than my fingers because it goes all the way to the back of your throat.

I gave it up cause, well it hurts poking pencil down your throat all the time. Plus my mouth was starting to smell. Out of the 4 of us, only one of us continued until today. She's skinny now, but she's also constantly in and out of the hospital for dehydration and whatnot.


6) I am convince that one day, I would get Clive Owen in the sack. People call this "delusional". I call it "Long Term Goal".


So Princess Asshat, I know you're reading this. Feel free to leave more of your agressive love messages for me. Let the Constantly Dramatic One help you out with it. Why don't you go "Hah! Puke all the time won't get you thin you fat whore!" since you like that so much or maybe "Why don't you just cut yourself till you die?" or I dunno something more creative. I know your stubby little fingers and your vagina full of twigs is just itching for it.


Go for it Princess Asshat. Show me the love. Give me the drama I crave. And don't forget to use spell checker like you did last time....cause I know you did.

Random bitching of things...

No post today. I'm stuck creating a newsletter for a fucking group project. Its due on Monday but have to send to printing on Friday. Have to pass the file to another group member for the printing tomorrow though. It's 30% of the overall marks. Looks like there will be no sleep tonight.

Meh, will make 2 pots of coffee in a while.




Microsoft Publisher 2003 is giving me a fucking headache. I am so stressed. My shoulders hurt. Arrrggggghhhhhh!! Editing is a bitch too. Also finals week is the week after next. The pressure is on like a motherfucker.





So no, no post today. Will be back on Friday to bitch bout the fucking newsletter. You bet your ass on it.

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(11:37pm)

Wah. Cannot tahan. Have to bitch about this.

Now please observe this picture. Please. I beg of you.

I found this picture on one of those artsy photography blog that I always frequent. First of, what the fuck is up with this pic? This bimbo gets on my nerves so much, you have no idea.

Who the fuck sits in a corner, wear a fugly grandma dress and get all orgasmic over whatever-the-hell she is eating. Who?!! Whooo!? This bimbo apparently. The first 3 is not so bad but the last one. Oh Good God the last one. "Omigawd-look-at-me-making-my-cutesy-face. Look at me! Look at me! I'm so cute!!"

Bish plz. Don't make me hurt you.

You are not cute. Stop trying too hard. The fact that you made a seemingly cute face in the end does not make you cute. It just make you become one of the ridiculously annoying cutesy-Harajuku-wannabes that overpopulated my college. The ones that every time I look at them, I have to remind myself that murder borne of hate crime (for cutesy bitches wannabes) is a federal crime. Okay? I don't need this shit. I go to fffound.com to destress and look at pretty photos not at your constipated face.

If you are cute, you don't have to try be cute or make faces to show that you're cute. I'm cute. I don't even try to be cute. I am cute 24/7 and when I'm not that means I look smokin hot. Okay, that's a lie. But fact of the matter is that I don't sit in corners while wearing fugly dresses and making some orgasmic cutesy faces. When the fuck have anyone eaten anything in real life and reacted with that expression? Never I tell you. Only annoying bimbos like you.

One day I will end you and all of your kind.

Okay, back to newsletter.

Of things that are pissing me off during the finals....

Right. You know how some people NEVER learn from their mistakes? Yeah, I am one of those people.

I have extremely thick hair. Extremely. That cutting it short is really a risky move however during my high school years I can't stand long hair so I always had it short. Because of the combination of shortness and thickness of the hair.... I went through my whole high school years looking like a mushroom. About an hour ago I went and got myself a similar haircut without realising that it will become the mushroom hair yet again.

You think the first time was painful enough....but noooooo I have to repeat it. Again. Somebody hurry go get a baseball bat and club me over the head with it. When I say head, I mean my mushroom hair head. Meh.

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Allright riddle me this, since when is dressing like the goddamn Taliban is cool? Dunno what I am talking about? Here lemme show you:

Now I dunno when the hell it becomes cool but the last time I checked, those Taliban Jihad soldiers that came on CNN telling the world how they were going to decapitate the nice-white-lady-from-Oregon's head - was wearing that shit. So when did it become cool to dress like that?

Take that shit off. Wearing a vest like Justin was cool. Wearing those goddamn scarves just make you look like a douche. Just like 50 cent when he started wearing bullet proof vest and nothing else around. It ain't cool, its stupid. Therefore in conclusion if you dress like that then you are a dumbass.

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"Fudge you!!"
"Fu%k"
"Brother pucker"


Okay listen up. If you wanna curse just fucking do it. Just because you swap the words around doesn't change the meaning one bit. Just because you say "Fudge you" doesn't mean you do not mean "Fuck you."

If you mean it than say it. Don't be a pussy. If you are a pussy but want to say it but yet don't want to then don't fucking say it all you sonofabitch.


See I called you a son of a bitch. I didn't swap the words around or make it sound like something else. I called you a son of a bitch. And I mean it. See the difference here? Stop trying to be cute around me. Unless you are a kitten or Ghendut- my golden hamster, you will never be cute to me.


People have to stop pissing me off. I'm already on the edge with this fucking exams.


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"hehe. saw you on grease. add me. hehe"


Listen creepy weird psycho over Facebook. I appreciate the fact that you came for the show. I'm glad that you enjoyed the show. But I don't however appreciate the fact that you track me down over Facebook asking for a friend add. I am not your friend. I am not gonna be a part of your life mission of getting 30, 000, 000 friends.

I do not friend add strangers........... Unless, of course if you are a smokin-hot-soldier-of-the-Turkish-Royal-Army-who-speaks-no-word-of-English-but-has-an-uber-tight-ass. But you are not a smokin-hot-soldier-of-the-Turkish-Royal-Army-who-speaks-no-word-of-English-but-has-an-uber-tight-ass. You are some creepy weirdo dude from college that I don't want to have anything to do with. And your ass is not even tight. I've checked.



I'm putting you on block. He he.

Random Rantings

Wait! Is he caressing that cat?

Daaaaaaamn.........

I wish I'm that cat.

Love is her dress

Okay before anything else, did you guys saw the Oscars last night? I saw the live telecast at 10am Malaysian time. I'm not gonna make any comments about the show other than the fact that I'm thankful Keira Knightley wasn't there, I hate her snooty face but I luuuurrrrvvvve, lurrrrrrrrrrrrrveeeeeeeeeee this dress. Best Actress winner Marion Cotillard is also the best dressed. Check it!

So exquisite. So different. So Old Hollywood Glam. I love love love luuurrrrrrrrveeeeee!!!! Damn, I wish I could wear this for my sister's wedding. I will wear it all the time. To class, to the gym, when I go frolicking around in the sun. Everywhere. And then at night I take it off, hang it on its shrine and worship its fabulousness.

I would totally do that. Seriously.

9 obscure things bout the Constantly Dramatic One

1) I once sat a bookstore for over two hours reading Marilyn Monroe's self-penned autobiography. I would buy the book, but its RM108 and I don't have the money for that.

2) If there is such thing as a next life, then I wish I would be born black. Black people are cool y'all.


3) I have decided. If all else fail in life, I will sit for the test and becomes a stock broker. High risk, high stress, living life on the edge...seems like something that would definitely suit me just fine.


4) I dream in colour and sound, sometimes I can even smell and touch. And when I wake up I can recall every single detail of the dream.


5) I will always feel inferior when it comes to my older sister.

6) I believe in the concept of soul mates. I am convinced that I will never find mine.


7) I wish my life is a musical. I wish I could just start singing for no reason whatsoever and then random strangers would just bust out in synchronized dance moves all around me.



8) My first crush was when I was about 6 years old. It was on Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid. I didn't know it was a crush then but looking back now, it was.




9) Frumpy people irritates the fuck out of me. If you can't dress yourself neatly then get out of my sight.

Random Rantings

Mwahahahahahhahahahahahha!!!

The Constantly Dramatic One has done it!


See, I had a little thing I been wanting to do. If you hadn't notice, I have been blogging everyday since the turn of the new year just so I can see all the ten entries on my page is in chronological order . By date I mean.

Ten bitches! Ten! I has done it.

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This really goes to show how lifeless I really am.

Now you know.

P/S:

Results for last sem finals is coming out tomorrow. I am soooo excited. And since sarcasm is not as easily recognisable when read as opposed to when said, so let me just point out the fact that, that was in fact sarcasm.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Most definitely be needing sleeping pills tonight.

Random rantings

Cops have to stop doing roadblocks all the damn time. People have places to be at. You goddamn sons of bitches.

Having sex with your own mother isn't cool. It wasn't cool when I read it in old Roman/Greek history/mythology. And it still ain't cool when you put it in a play, no matter how much you rationalize it. Get that Neil LaBute?

I have to hit the gym more often seeing that I have the energy of a koala.

I might have a problem. Am overspending. Is borderline shopaholic. Need help.

Final exams next week. Know nothing. So fucked.

People have to start feeding me cupcakes.