I changed the layout. Yet again. Been having troubles with the other layout. My posting seems to have gone missing and the pictures looked washed out. I cannot take it anymore. It has been pissing me off like crazy.
It was puuurdy I give you that, but stupid as hell....Much like dating a bimbo.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
So wrong...so damn wrong....
OMFG y'all. This is so wrong. So wrong. So fucking wrong. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. I am so disturbed.
So you know how I don't own a laptop and I use the family PC to get online and stuff. So the PC is situated in what used to be the study area, it's the study area because the tuition teacher used to come and teach me English here. And also it has a whiteboard and a library so hence we call it "study area". The study area also happens to be situated right outside of my room and my sister's room.
So it's 3 fucking o'clock in the morning. I am surfing the net, stalking people on Facebook- it's the semester break. I don't sleep till sunrise yo....when I heard moaning from my sister's room. Seeing that it's 3 in the morning, my brain is not functioning all that good but dude, my sister moved out. There's no one in her room. OMG wtf? Is that a ghost?
Then it occurred to me that she's sleeping over for the weekend.
With her husband.
In her room.
Dude, that's my sister.
I am so disturbed right now......
So you know how I don't own a laptop and I use the family PC to get online and stuff. So the PC is situated in what used to be the study area, it's the study area because the tuition teacher used to come and teach me English here. And also it has a whiteboard and a library so hence we call it "study area". The study area also happens to be situated right outside of my room and my sister's room.
So it's 3 fucking o'clock in the morning. I am surfing the net, stalking people on Facebook- it's the semester break. I don't sleep till sunrise yo....when I heard moaning from my sister's room. Seeing that it's 3 in the morning, my brain is not functioning all that good but dude, my sister moved out. There's no one in her room. OMG wtf? Is that a ghost?
Then it occurred to me that she's sleeping over for the weekend.
With her husband.
In her room.
Dude, that's my sister.
I am so disturbed right now......
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Mah bukkit! You be stealin mah bukkit!
Dude, Langkawi was awesome!
We drove around the whole island, got attacked by monkeys (little piece of shit bastards), I got asked out by a man in uniform (thank you 3kc!), ate a whole lot of sea food and cheese (shout out to Adrienne!), saw penguins in some weird penguin-god worshipping ritual, tried not to run over pedestrians who walk in the middle of the street like little bastards, take a shitload of pictures, encountered a foot ghost...no seriously- a foot ghost, frolic around in the sea in my new swimsuit, exposed my ass to a whole a beach, try to run down a group of monkeys with the car, develop an unhealthy relationship with a...bukkit, ahem......kok besar (wink wink nudge nudge Cheesecakeerian =p), and get thrown out of a hotel.
All in all a fucking great holiday yo.
As for pictures, y'all have to wait cause I barely took photos on my own camera. Why? Cause I'm the idiot who fully charged the battery and then forgot to put it in the camera. That's why. So I have to wait for the rest to send theirs to me. Longer post later but for now the bed beckons and my legs hurts like a bitch from all that hiking.
Ta!
We drove around the whole island, got attacked by monkeys (little piece of shit bastards), I got asked out by a man in uniform (thank you 3kc!), ate a whole lot of sea food and cheese (shout out to Adrienne!), saw penguins in some weird penguin-god worshipping ritual, tried not to run over pedestrians who walk in the middle of the street like little bastards, take a shitload of pictures, encountered a foot ghost...no seriously- a foot ghost, frolic around in the sea in my new swimsuit, exposed my ass to a whole a beach, try to run down a group of monkeys with the car, develop an unhealthy relationship with a...bukkit, ahem......kok besar (wink wink nudge nudge Cheesecakeerian =p), and get thrown out of a hotel.
All in all a fucking great holiday yo.
As for pictures, y'all have to wait cause I barely took photos on my own camera. Why? Cause I'm the idiot who fully charged the battery and then forgot to put it in the camera. That's why. So I have to wait for the rest to send theirs to me. Longer post later but for now the bed beckons and my legs hurts like a bitch from all that hiking.
Ta!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Valar Morghulis
Hey y'all. The Constantly Dramatic One wont be around till next Thursday. Cause I'm off to a well deserved holiday after a shitty semester, which also happened to be my second last semester in Malaysia. One more semester and I'm off bitches. All thanks to the whole international degree/twinning program thingie which I'm in.
But this is only my second last semester if I get accepted to the university of my choice....on that note I should really stop flunking shit. But really, it's not my fault maths is the devil's tool and I'm too pure to get down with that. Which is just a crappy excuse for being worthless at maths. Meh.
So I'm off to Langkawi. Woooo hoooo!! It's ridiculous but this would be my seventh time down to Langkawi and I'm still excited. I love Langkawi. I love the penguins, the beaches, the food, the ass-kicking duty free chocolates. Fuck yeah!!! Wooooo!! Langkawi!! Also I bought a new swimsuit. Hah!!! I'm insolent bitches. In your face sister dear! Gona go frolicking around on the beach in my brand new suit. Mwhahaha......But...ahem.... I would appreciate if no word of this brand new swimsuit reach her. kthxbai.
Also in my absence I would like to direct the 2 people that still reads my blog to my tumblr account: Valar Morghulis. tumblr is this new hip version of "a blog that favors short-form, mixed-media posts over the longer editorial posts frequently associated with blogging."- as Wikipedia describes it. Artiste use it to publish their work, I use it cause I'm a pseudo-intellectual artsy fartsy snob therefore I must roll with the artsy kids.
Never forget that on top of being constantly dramatic, I am also artsy fartsy and full of shit.
My tumblr is just going to consist of photos I found fascinating, quotes I think are interesting and videos that amuses me....and also random jumbled thoughts that do not fit into Dramatic Musings. Instead of long winded bullshit, it's going to be straight to the point.
But this is only my second last semester if I get accepted to the university of my choice....on that note I should really stop flunking shit. But really, it's not my fault maths is the devil's tool and I'm too pure to get down with that. Which is just a crappy excuse for being worthless at maths. Meh.
So I'm off to Langkawi. Woooo hoooo!! It's ridiculous but this would be my seventh time down to Langkawi and I'm still excited. I love Langkawi. I love the penguins, the beaches, the food, the ass-kicking duty free chocolates. Fuck yeah!!! Wooooo!! Langkawi!! Also I bought a new swimsuit. Hah!!! I'm insolent bitches. In your face sister dear! Gona go frolicking around on the beach in my brand new suit. Mwhahaha......But...ahem.... I would appreciate if no word of this brand new swimsuit reach her. kthxbai.
Also in my absence I would like to direct the 2 people that still reads my blog to my tumblr account: Valar Morghulis. tumblr is this new hip version of "a blog that favors short-form, mixed-media posts over the longer editorial posts frequently associated with blogging."- as Wikipedia describes it. Artiste use it to publish their work, I use it cause I'm a pseudo-intellectual artsy fartsy snob therefore I must roll with the artsy kids.
Never forget that on top of being constantly dramatic, I am also artsy fartsy and full of shit.
My tumblr is just going to consist of photos I found fascinating, quotes I think are interesting and videos that amuses me....and also random jumbled thoughts that do not fit into Dramatic Musings. Instead of long winded bullshit, it's going to be straight to the point.
Shocking. I know.
Also , I'm heavily into nudes and disturbing surreal artwork. So if blood, nudity, gore, sex and blunt truths makes you uncomfortable than don't click. You have been warned.
Also , I'm heavily into nudes and disturbing surreal artwork. So if blood, nudity, gore, sex and blunt truths makes you uncomfortable than don't click. You have been warned.
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Props to anyone that know what valar morghulis means.
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