one fat lazy bitch on the run

so i went totally out of my mind and bought 5 hairbands in one go. don’t ask. really.

 

hmm it’s sort of weird blogging now cuz i’ve been MIA missing in action for 2 months 16 days? lolz. i even missed important dates like chinese new year and valentine’s! talking about sleeping throughout your life.

blogging to me is like flagging down a cab. i know right, everything i say now is beginning to sound weird even to myself. wait, hear me out first. if i flag down a cab to get to school, i would do it everyday, thus burn a hole in my pocket. it is strangely addictive and immensely appealing to my lazy ass.. which for the life of me, i have yet to figure out why the fuck i cant be punctual for any of my classes (80% of which starts about noon) alright, back to the main thing. however, if i don’t flag down a cab for awhile, i am like 90% less likely to do it tomorrow and in the future. the same goes for blogging, if i don’t blog for awhile, i am less likely to blog soon. well, unless i have the strange urge to do so like now.

oh i think it has some direct connection with the fact that i am unable to log in to facebook since noon! what the hell is going on!

nothing much has changed since i last blogged i think… except now i have more clothes than ever and i don like half of them (don’t ask). and the 2 sisters that have been living next door? the younger one graduated and left… before you open the champagne bottle.. the older one brought her bf home EVERY SINGLE DAY after work after dinner and he practically lives here… i don’t mind that. i don’t mind he showers and stuff. i don’t even mind that she does ALL his laundry for him and frequently threw my 85% dry clothes in to make way for his clothes.

i mind that i see his undies lying in the pail when i go shower. wait, that’s just me being lucky. if i’m not… well there’s a personal cologne i would love to call… SWEATY stench thankyouverymuch for sharing. i mean he’s nice & all… but c’mon lor… that does not make everything okay.

plus, i totally miss the younger sis right now… at least we take turns cleaning the house. without her around, the holy responsibility lies in my hands. that makes me one pms-ing bitch.

 

i’ve been lazing around and sleeping throughout 2011. god, help me. oh wait, eating as well. GOD. i have no idea why… but i am sooooo sooooooooo in love with da chao right now. the amount of rice and dishes i eat is equivalent.. if not more than my bf. AND he eats ALOT and is never full. so… please slap me and say i’m a fat lazy bitch so i could actually wake up from this sleepwalking attitude.

 

also fml for trying to “go out of my comfort zone” yeah, i feel so uncomfortable now. i miss my ex non existent fringe badly. & i just realized so this is how retarded i look when i gave my bf “the FEED ME” look @.@ fhl.

 

i cannot live without this right now. call me a slut for it or an addict, i'm so smitten.

 

forever in love with knitted stuff but this fits awkwardly :/

lately i’ve also been quite smitten with my nude slippers. so much so that i feel so sad that it cant be worn much anymore as it has gone slippery. so in need of a simple simple simple (how many times can i emphasize this?) flats but i cant get one that fits me properly!! & it is not hard to get past my FDA standards.

 

who the hell eats cold donuts? me. n they tasted like shit when cold. fml.

 

world class skating…… champion er pose

 

wtf pre-relationship (above)… i guess it is justified when he calls me fatty fml. & he’s the one who’s stuffing me w/ food…… not that i’m complaining  

 

 

i feel this pic is like

ken: what are you guys gonna do to me… nuuuu… don sell me off to prostitution.. you guys are making me cry… *sobs*

 

nice necklace

 

 

i took a pic while he was laughing and said nuuu i had to take a proper (good looking) picture of him… so i did… then he was willing to eat =.=

& he just scared the shit out of me.. when i was typing this, his msn popped up @.@

 

look at my thighs! MY THIGHSSSSSS FML

but we weren’t gambling lor. it was merely monopoly in cards, which i’m still very confused about. *idiot

 

cny gathering w/ them girls + teck wei

which makes me emo about my fringe again sighhhhhhhh.

 

the love of my life <3

i mean the bunny

trust that i’ll overcome it.

 

i really love you.

69 mansion

i swear angie is getting more hiao these days, but that’s okay, more people pui me hiao so why not? HAHAHA

 

i mean what else is there to be when u’re in the mutual oral sex mansion wtf hahaha

 

all pictures stolen from yenxie’s fb :D

damn outdated lor, so long ady den visit =.=

yeah, you got that right, a swimming pool. right smack in the middle :P

 

angie’s… COKE. wtf.

my sex on the beach & yenxie’s tropicana.. something. lol

 

& then we sip our drinks like tai tais and talk about what people do in the club :P

eventful –>> i stole a huge mussel from angie’s pasta *lick lips

 

 

dunno why my frens all so hot!!!

also… as you can see, i got fatter. fml.

 

plus, some things are just… not within your control @.@

f women’s lives.

sex on the beach ;)

 

so far only got this picture! waiting for more ;)

 

i was totally contemplating whether or not to write this post name as “I HAD SEX ON THE BEACH” but.. then again… nah… i can’t afford to get blood indirectly on my hands. sigh. HAHA

 

before you go like what MR CHAN JER SHYAN did, i know right? seriously name dropped him way too many times already. cant help it though, if u’ve been through what i’ve been through =.=

incident #1 was when

i said: eh 69 mansion sounds nice

he said: mutual oral sex?

me: … fml.

 

it’s like the time angie told me about this thing she read off a blog

girl: have you ever heard of –insert actress name-

guy: no…

girl: she’s the girl in that.. movie… ummm

guy: which?

girl: how i met your mother!

guy: … HOWW??

girl: … fml.

 

 

FOL.

 

yeah well, ironically facebook conquers everything. since it pretty much summarizes everything i wanna narrate lol.

 

yes, i drank a drink named sex on the beach.

no, i didn’t had sex on the beach.

 

it tasted like cough mixture at first but ease to an increasingly appealing taste after awhile :P

 

3 mins after i ordered, my marvellous memory decided to FINALLY dropped in and knocked on my door to say that i MIGHHHT had ordered this before when i was out with bla in a pub/cafe sort of place a year or two back…

damnit. i’m such a sucker for naughty names :P LOL. repetitive one summore. keep falling for the same one! >.<

 

u know what, this might totally be such a good joke on people who don’t drink cuz i could just yell HEY I HAD SEX ON THE BEACH AND PEOPLE SAW!!!

damn. wasted. :(

 

P.s happy holidays, people! (to people from utar)

happy… studying to nottingham people :P

it’s not the way you think it is

don’t be guilty over trying so hard to help but not being able to

no matter the outcome, the point is you have tried to fix up someone else’s mess.

& that’s a whole shitload of nobility in my book.

 

i deny you the right to be guilty

&

as punishment for your insolence, you are condemned to be happy :)

936

 

<3 <3 <3

 

something remarkable happened today.

i woke up at 936am & was thinking like.. hmm why am i awake so early… is there something i have to do?

oh right. i have midterms at 10am.

 

wait.. 10am? midterms?!

 

WTF. i was ready by 944am n reached sch at 955am wtf.

 

taxi driver didn’t have rm5 for my rm10 so i had to go get change from the guards in the guard house, snot + phelgm & all =.= 

 

thank god i woke up at 936 n not 1036 or sth wtf. strangely, i wasnt the last to arrive lol.

 

 

after a month of pasta infatuation… i have to declare…

NO. MORE. PASTA.

NO. NO. NO!!!

& to think that today i just ate another cheese baked rice.

& home cooked spaghetti last night……..

 

NO MORE!

ALSO NO MORE CAKE. NOOOOOO BLOOOODY WAY!!!

9/11 14/11 = enough cakes for a year thx especially when they are all made from oozing cream + cheese

 

dunno who was my fairy godmother this year by rescuing me from having late classes and presentation on my birthday. instead it was shifted a day earlier. thanks :)

 

loads of love to the two who accompany me the whole day! while i kept talking sooooh much crap HAHAHA i bet if i met me, i cant even stand myself. =.=

 

   

 

i was gonna say if you say “i’m your father”, i’ll knee you in the groins.

but then again the dude had protection in the form of hard plastic.. so.. probably not.

 

<3

 

super touristy pics.

drama queen scenes to justify our need to take touristy pics.

“have you ever been to pavilion?”

“nooo, have you?”

“me neither!”

 

“i’m from china, hi”

“HAHAHHAA CHINA? where am i from then? ”

“you’re definitely from india.”

 

*gets chased down the road*

 

 

         

 

& i also love blaaa for coming all the way from semenyih to spend the weekend w/ me. she drove 2.5 hours due to jam summoreee… thanks to you, i had one of the most crazy weekends of my life :P

P.s your friends are very cool :P

 

unfortunately… no pics cuz we were too busy navigating through the very complex roads of kl wtf. it took us more than half an hour to get to pavilion i think while another fren took less than 15 mins to get me there.

 

screw iphone google map. fucking blue ball jumps like a bitch on fire over the place.

…*ahem*

 

i look like those people who torture people in saw series =.=

now i know why people kept saying i look damn hard to approach & “very serious”.  wtf. i should try to smile…… *crooked smile* :S

damn sien, cuz people who really know me would know i talk rubbish like i was made to. wtf. sadly true.

 

one day during biomechanics experiment :)

what i have learned:

*cough* it’s possible for certain *cough* people to get from 79kg to 87kg in a week.

& beware of people who trick u into holding something n wave your arms + keep you distracted while u’re getting yourself weighed. the system would claim that you weigh an extra kg which will den lead to more comments of your weight T_T

AND I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO STAMINA. 2+ mins on the bloody treadmill & i’m asking “is it done yet? got data dy?” den proceed to yell at them to stop the damn machine. next, i’m huffing & puffing while clutching the railing dramatically.

what was the speed again?

oh yeah, it was only 8km/h.

 

i got called “fat” so many times this sem. sigh. i hate u ppl

 

something to mindfuck yourself:

imagine one day you were talking to this nice person and the next day you saw this “nice person” hugging, kissing & many more kinds of ultimate horny actions in public.

i am traumatized.

 

 

ok that’s it. i’m gonna get murdered tonight by *cough” :P