200th

Hey check it out, it's my 200th post. Osssum.





And you know what's more awesome?????? Patt Irmina of Stars to My Burst! fame have awarded me with my first blog award. I feel all loved and shit.






Creative Blogger Award. But of course.



You think being dramatic and coming up with quality bullshit is easy? No my friend, it is not. It takes time, it takes blood, sweat and tears, it takes sore fingers from typing all night long but basically it just takes the natural ability to bullshit your way out of things. Which over the years I have harness to near perfection. Near, not quite there yet but working on it. And with that, with my 200th blog post I feel that it's time I share with you guys some of my favourite blogs. Hence I am awarding these blogs with the Creative Blogger award.

The Constantly Dramatic One blog pick numbero Uno



I have PMS and a Handgun. Any questions? by Natalija



I fucking love this woman's blog. Fucking love it yo. This woman can bitch better than I can, and no that is not exaggeration. She's hilarious! I always hurt myself laughing reading her blog. She turns trash talking into an art form. Unfortunately, it is a private blog therefore it is for invited readers only. I do wish that one day she'll have a public blog so that everyone can laugh their ass off reading her bitchy rantings.



An if she does have a public blog, I bet she'll be famous as hell. And then I am gonna piggyback on her fame cause as some people have pointed it out in my previous entry....I like "ATTENTION". Bitch of course, I am the Constantly Dramatic One.





The Constantly Dramatic One blog pick numbero Dos



Blogs Have the Right to Children by Yossarian



The thing you have to know about Yossarian is that he's a Lieutenant. Like of the military rank and hence how I found his blog when googling up "soldier's blog". Unlike the firefighter, he has no pics on his blog but he does write awesome entries.


I mean he was this guy who sits on his ass during the weekends complaining about how the beer isn't cold enough to a soldier who been sent to Iraq to fight a war. It all started with fun and games and I used to laugh my ass off with his bitching but now, it's only despair. He talks about bombs blowing up his barracks, he talks about seeing his friend die from a gunshot wound and really it give you a glimpse into the psyche of a soldier. And no, it's not great. It's haunting.



Yossarian started blogging with something like this:





"Right. Do you ever think why the fuck did that just happen? What was the chain of events, which led to such bullshit? For instance, why did my mother tell me that Cold Mountain was a good movie? Why did I believe her? Why did I watch the movie and think that it is good? Why did my commander stop by while I was watching it to see my living arrangements? Why did this happen during the love scene between Jude Law and Ms. Kidman? Why did I opt to pause it? Why did the commander take note that Jude Law's ass was paused on my TV as I showed him around? Why did the director decide that what the film was lacking was a GIANT shot of Jude's ass? Why couldn't my commander have dropped by ten second later, or earlier? Why?"



to this



"I saw this kid today, he is about seven years old. All he knows is war. He smiled and I gave him a Pepsi. Then he pointed me in a direction where there were some old Russian rockets rigged to blow up. I had a playground and a broken arm at seven. He has a Pepsi and a bomb. It is God's will. Not mine. It is my job. Not who I am. I keep telling myself these things anyway."



Give it a go.



The Constantly Dramatic One blog pick numbero Tres



Wine Glass Logistics by Elisabeth



Elisabeth's blog read out like a chic lit. But it's better because it's a progressing chic lit that you can take part in by commenting. Short, sweet and straight to the point; every entry gets me hooked and addicted for more. Her life is sooo dramatic that sometimes I just get so jealous. I'm like why does Elisabeth gets the crazy stalker guy? What about her hot neighbour...I want a hot neighbour. And oh don't get me started on the whole best-friend-domestic-abuse situation.



Drama people, drama!!



The Constantly Dramatic One blog pick numbero Cuatro



Let's Go Land by Kerp





"Kerp is Kerplunk for short. A quad (c6-c7) on wheelchair." as it says in his profile. But being in a wheelchair doesn't stop him from being an active observer of the Malaysian political scene. I mean, Kerp is one sarcastic bastard and I say that with much love. Reading Kerp's blog is a like drinking ice lemon tea during a hot day. It's refreshing bebeh.

Kerp is my number one go to blog if I ever wanna read about somebody being sarcastic about Malaysian political scene. He makes something so tedious and irritating into fun and the only reason I'm still in tuned with politics is cause Kerp's blogging about it. And oh, did I mentioned that he's famous too? Dude been interviewed on TV and newspaper on how much a kick ass blogger he is. Seriously.

Feh-mes.

The Constantly Dramatic One blog pick numbero Cinco

Bamboo Nation by Prince Gomolvilas

Prince is a playwright based in San Francisco and his blog is his means of reaching out to his (imaginary) fans. Witty, clever and bitchy, his blog is just charming. And gay. Waaaay gay. Something I do not realise before when I developed a tiny blog crush on him. I was like "OMG soooo cute..." and then he started about how his mangina is aching for Zac Efron and then you know....that was that.

But really, Prince's blog is really fun and I met a couple of blog friends from his blog alone. Quin and Peter, both of whom are on my Facebook friends even though we're worlds apart. Prince Gomolvilas, bringing people together. Be warned though, he put up pics of half naked men on his blog and talk about cocks a lot...so uhhh so if you're super heterosexual and have problems with a grown man talking about other grown men's cocks....then uhhhh..... Bamboo Nation isn't for you.



Now go forth and read these blogs. It will only provide you with hours of fun with exception of Yoss's blog....cause the whole war thing would only make you melancholy. Thanks again to Patt Irmina for awarding me with my first blog award. Evah.

Et tu, Tinesh?

You see, I have this term of endearment for my friends. Sunflower. I know it's weird as hell but sunflower is my favourite flower and when I really like someone, I call them Sunflower. As a term of endearment. Sunflowers are only given to the ones...well the ones that I really like who I think above all, are the family I chose for myself instead of the ones that have been dealt to me by the hands of fate. Not that I don't love my family, of course I do. I mean I have to put up with disturbing shit that they do and the harsh words they say and find it in my heart to love and cherish them still. No family that have been dealt to you by the hands of fate is internal, everlasting love. Where else, the family you chose for yourself are the ones borne out of camaraderie, understanding and most of all respect. And oh yeah, also good times, in-jokes and random moments of stupidity.....which always involves plans that at the moment seemed like a fucking genius plan but when executed is just fucking stupid and will collectively get everyone in trouble. Yes...these is what friendship is all about.











So anyways there's a couple of my sunflowers right here in the blogsphere. There's Gypsy who have been there all they way since the high school years. There's Cheesecakeerian and 3kc/ who goes to the same college as I do for the last 2 years. There's Elfie, who I've known for a short term but grown to be close with and then....there's Tinesh. I don't have that many close guy friends who are non-gay. Seeing that I'm a fag hag and all (as Peter have pointed out) but yup....Tinesh is a close guy friend. A sunflower. Well....he used to be.











Until I stripped him off the title.

Why?

He betrayed me!!!!! Traitor!!!









Omg, you guys remember that little annoying tit that I wanted to stab in the eye with a blunt pencil and then strip her naked, pour honey on her, tie her to a tree and then watch as red ants eat her alive as I cackle my evil laugh? Tweety? Do you remember her? Yup, that bitch.








He went out and party with her.








Traitor. Okay lah, fine....he was invited to a party that she was just so happened to be there. Okay lah. Fine I get it. And he didn't even danced with her on anything but still......Imagine my shock when I logged onto Facebook and then go "Hey Tinesh been tagged".....or "Look he went to a party"........."Looks fun.....hhhmmmm......eh.......Wait. A. Fucking. Minute........................WHAT THE FUCK? IS TWEETY THERE? AND TINESH? MY SUNFLOWER? FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY??!!!" Dude, I almost died.








You traitor!!! You are no longer a sunflower, I disown you. No, seriously. I disown you. You traitorous non-sunflower. Dude, how could you party with her? How do you even stand being in one room with her? Did you feel your IQ trickling out of your ears just being in my room with her? I mean......ewwwwww.............didn't you just felt her stupid disease just attacking your stupidity-immune system? I mean....dude, macha, formerly-a-sunflower....how do you even stand being in a room with her without wanting to smack her face until it bleeds? How?








In an event, you betrayed me. You are no longer a sunflower. In disown you. You are hereby strip of all special privileges that comes with being one of my sunflowers. Stripped!!! And the only way you can make up to me is if you get me a life-sized cut-out of Clive Owen so I could dry hump it. No, seriously. Life-sized cut-out. Dry hump. Failing that, teh tarik at Ali Maju followed by a session of groveling. Your choice. But if you bring your "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" series on Wednesday, I'll forgive you 1 day and half faster than I have planned.





But for now, it stands: You traitor!! I disown you.

College policy, my ass

Dude, I fucking hate the parking attendants in my fucking college. Fucking piece of shit assholes.


I am so sick and tired of getting oggled at when I walk towards my car. I am sick and tired of getting hit on whenever I pay for the tickets. I hate that disgusting leering stare and bitch, I know the fact you asked me for my "Full name and student ID" isn't college policy. What kind of bullshit is that? "I need your Full name and ID or you cannot leave this parking lot". What in the fucking blue hell is that? Huh?!!! You fucking piece of shit. I asked around and apparently this new college policy only applies to me. You think I'm stupid? Good thing I just glared at you until you got scared enough to lift up the barrier so that I could leave.


I hate to sound like a spoilt, condescending bitch but excuse me, I'm the one pursuing tertiary education here, not sitting in a fucking parking booth coming up with some bullshit plan to get names off students. And given the circumstance, I highly doubt that I'm the stupid one. On Monday, I am gonna take a fucking pic of you on my mobile phone and than march down to the college admin.


I'm fucking taking you down for sexual harassment you piece of shit son of a whore.

Yeah............mega bitch

I own no crystal globe that would enable me to look into the future. I have no bones taken from slain animals that could help me predict the future. I ain't no scientist that could build a time machine so that I could travel into the future. But I can tell you this right now:

This semester is going to be a mega bitch.





No, seriously.



It's the first week and as per usual the first week is always kinda mellow. It's just introduction classes as students are still thinking whether or not to take it or drop it. Crucial questions need to be answered within the span of this one week.

"Should I continue with this class?"

"Will this class help prepare me in my future endeavours?"

"Will the 12pm class disrupts my afternoon nap?"

"Is the lecturer hot?"

"Does he have a tight ass?"

"Is there a possibility of being able to cheat during the finals?"

"Do I really wanna study this piece of crap?"

"Can I nap/send notes/play PSP/read a book/surf the net on my laptop without the lecturer catching me in this class?"

Questions that need answering, and none is more important than the other. These questions usually could be answered within the first 15 mins of introductory class and then you're dismissed. Awesome. Then of course after being dismissed, this would be followed by a 4 hour long session of bullshitting at the coffee house.





Usually.

Not this semester though. I seem to actually have lecturers that actually....enjoys lecturing and teaching this sem. So fucking excited to teach that for the first introductory class, he kept us half an hour after it ends, making it 2 hours and half and managed to finish off the whole fucking first chapter in the span of one class. Dude. Also did I mentioned that we were to have 5 quizzes in class, to be given without notice? Also a group assignment that carries 50% of the overall mark and 4000 word "individual research paper" by the end of the sem? Yeah.........and that's just one class. Don't get me started on the rest. Just sitting in class, listening to the course outline and the "my expectation of my students should you wish to continues in my class" speech made me so stress out that I want to hurl midgets off 21 storey buildings.

And oh yeah, this is just the second day of the new term. Yeah.....told you it's going to be a mega bitch. So saying that, I think there will be less posting now seeing that from now on I need to catch up on a whole lot of reading and researching and all that shit in between if I want to maintain my respectable CGPA. And I do.

Now I bid you farewell as I need to go download the lecturer's notes seeing that the first quiz is this coming Thursday. That's right, the 4th day of college and I already have a quiz.

Awesome. Just fucking awesome.

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.