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