Kacang

A few days ago, Kaysee told us a true story… Man, it makes me wince whenever I think about it.

Kaysee: My girlfriend’s brother has a friend. He loves playing volleyball. Apparently, he’s quite good at it.

C. Lengus: Issit? I can’t play sports.

Note: Okay now, if you are underaged and/or squeamish, please do not continue. Proceed at your own risk. 

:o)

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Tired and Sleepy

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It’s all eyeris‘ fault.

Lack of sleep. Knackered all the time.

Six books. Quite pricey.

But damn worth it lor… I cried when the wolf died. Cis.

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Forgive My Smirking

I know it’s a little old and clichéd, but sometimes you just have to say it – you don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it.

I don’t have an alarm clock, so I use my PDA phone’s notify function. The notification sound volume is about as loud as an ant’s fart, and inevitably, there were mornings where I jumped out of bed, crazy hair, wild eyed, going ohsheetohsheetohsheet.

Last night, I left my PDA phone and wristwatch at Seekarlui’s place.

I tossed and turned in bed worrying about whether I can wake up on time. I even thought about staying awake until dawn. Ridiculous.

Somehow, I fell asleep.

I woke up this morning wondering what the time was. I had no watch and there were no clocks in my rented house. The only indication I had was the slightly orange-ish sunlight streaming into my room.

I hopped into my car (I do not want to bore you with all the teeth brushing, face washing, throne sitting, clothes wearing details) and turned the ignition. My car clock flickered to life. 8.20 am.

This is going to be a good day.

As I drove down the road of my housing estate, I gazed at the deep blue sky, the white puffy clouds, the peaceful green scenery in Bandar Utama. I turned the radio on.

“… Manchester United drew with Pompey 1 – 1. Christina Doi-Doi Ronaldo got sent off for throwing a hissy in his tight little pink tutu…”

Hahahahahahaha, this is going to be a great day indeed.

Hey, wassup?

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Hehehehehehe.

Hallmarks

What are the hallmarks of a successful blogger?

Millions of hits a day? Nope.

Featured on the dailies? Nope.

You know you have arrived when you can do something like this. <– Click.

Ouchhehehe

Poor siaoyue fractured the little bone in her toe recently. By kicking a sofa.

Balak, her stoic boyfriend did not think it was serious, so he grabbed the toe and started jiggling it about. Vigorously. Jiggleouchjiggleouchjiggleouchouch jigglehardersomemore.

Owwwwwwwwwwwwww. Smack.

“Hmmm, how come the toe so loose one?” he asked.

-_-

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Molasses

There was a mama mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole outside of a farm house out in the country.

The papa mole reached his head out of the hole and said, “Mmmmm, I smell sausage.”

The mama mole reached her head outside of the hole and said “Mmmmmm, I smell pancakes.”

The baby mole tried to reach his head outside the hole but couldn’t because of the two bigger moles. The baby mole said, “The only thing I can smell is molasses.”