PINK FOODS FRENZY!!

Tonight was the last lesson for Chemistry tuition this year.

Ee Lynn a.k.a. Miss Brilliant decided that we should celebrate and have a party!!

So she made it compulsory for ALL of us to bring food of some kind.

(*We were halfway through it all when somebody pointed out that everything we were eating was PINK in colour!!)

So, yes I think we had alot of fun over-dosing on sugar (but Renee and Natasha complained later on that they were 'feeling like vomitting' after that - Ee Lynn and I were fine!! XP)

How to pay any attention, with all that food???

So we got reprimanded, ALOT of times!! The teacher said that we ''have never seen food in our lives".

Well, there was alot more munching and giggling around than learning or listening...

=X

And...

Credits to Natasha and Ee Lynn and Renee (and myself *wink*),

for making Pink Foods Frenzy Night such a success!!

PINK FOODS FRENZY NIGHT

(so named because...)

Tada!!

=D

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I did so badly for Sejarah!! The worst I've ever done for any paper. EVER.

Gahh. EST doesn't look like it's going to be any help to my percentage either...

18/30???

When everybody else got 22's and 23's??

Nasty, eh...?

Here's a picture of some candy, to cheer me up!!

I have a profound love for candy!!

If ever the need arises for you to bribe me, for anything, offer me some candy, and I'm all yours!!

XP

How a 7-year-old explains sex

Okay this is obscenely funny. Don't read if you can't stand dirty jokes and stuff. It gets very dirty, really.

   Johnny is seven years old, and unlike any other boys his age, he's rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done."

   One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend.

    This he did.

  The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother.

    "Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. He started kissing and hugging her. I figured Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking funny.

   He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started panting and getting all out of breath.

   His other hand must have been cold because he put it under her skirt. About this time Sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end of the couch. This was when her fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis told him she felt really hot.

   Finally, I found out what was making them so sick - a big eel had gotten inside his pants somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, about 10 inches long, honest. Anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away.

   When Sis saw it, she got really scared - her eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and she started screaming and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell her about the ones down at the lake by

our house!

   Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by biting its head off.The eel spit on her face a little bit and then, all of a sudden she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it

over the eel's head to keep it from spitting again. Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight.

   Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. After a while they both quit moving and gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there, limp, and some of its insides were hanging out.

   Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again. By golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and started to fight again.

   I guess eels are like cats - they have nine lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35-minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet.

honey honey~

Yay exams are almost officially over!

Overall I don't have a very bad feeling about the papers, like I usually might have...

I mean...I believe got bad things la, but I don't feel anything.

Oh what am I saying!! Sorry ler after exam all my language brain cells break down liao.

I can't express myself properly anymore!

Becky's birthday is on MONDAY!!

I will be bringing her to the beach this weekend.

I'll blog about it on Monday or so

=D

bye bye, wormhole

It's not really invisible, but highlight to read anyway. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ME CURSE OR IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THE DARKER SIDE OF ME. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CONDEMN ME AFTER READING.

*I'd rather Esther and Tricia NOT read it. Thank you if you listen.

I was so freaking angry!! The modem (or whatever you call it) wouldn't work for me. So I told my father, and he said, "Yes it does laa...You always talk like you so clever, you try doing it yourself."

Okay. How hard could it be? I tried. Everytime, it says it's 'CONNECTED', but I only get a 'limited connectivity' - which means you are connected, in some way, and to something, but you can't use the Internet anyway. So I tampered around with the settings, but I RESET EACH SETTING THAT I CHANGED WHEN I FOUND THAT IT STILL DIDN'T WORK, you know, like trial-and-error, hoping that I would change something by luck and finally make it work. I tried for quite some time, but my efforts were in vain. I gave up, and told my father, "It doesn't work la?? It only says it's connected, but it doesn't actually work!"

"ONLY KNOW HOW TO USE YOUR MOUTH AND TALK. USE SOME BRAINS LA. IF YOU USED YOUR BRAINS THEN THINGS WILL AUTOMATICALLY START TO WORK."

So he sat down. And said, "Nah, look la." He tried, a few times, but nope, it didn't work too.

I said, "SEE, TOLD YOU IT DOESN'T WORK." He slapped me on my face.

"DID YOU DO ANYTHING TO THE SETTINGS??"

"Yeah I changed a few things here and there, but I changed them all back."

"YOU STUPID WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TOUCH IT, IT WAS FINE BEFORE - COULDN'T YOU JUST HAVE LEFT THEM ALONE?!"

"WOI I TOLD YOU I CHANGED THEM ALL BACK ALREADY OKAY!!"

"YOU SILLY WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SPOIL EVERYTHING??"

What. The. FUCK.

He doesn't listen???

Didn't he hear me??

IT DIDN'T FUCKING WORK IN THE FIRST PLACE.

I got so angry I got up and stomped into my room - and slammed the door after me. Clearly, it was a mistake. He came in moments later and slapped me somemore.

The next day, he'd apparently 'fixed' it. So he showed me. I watched.

It was exactly as I did - over and over again the night before, but FOR SOME FUCKING REASON simply didn't work for me??! Okay so maybe he'd already fixed something. It didn't matter what. I knew what I had to do; it was really simple. Later that night, I tried yet again, really convinced that it would work this time. However...IT DIDN'T.

I told him again. He came and tried. Failed. So he said, "Yeah la why so funny. I've been using it for a while now. How come everytime it doesn't work for you..."

"Yeah so funny la...How come it ONLY WORKS IN YOUR PROFILE, BUT NOT IN MINE?"

"Yeah I don't know why you have so many problems."

"The problem is not me la, IT'S MY PROFILE?!"

"NO NO THE PROBLEM IS WITH YOU. YOU ARE SO PROBLEMATIC!!"

I DON'T SEE THE FUCKING REASON AS TO WHY THIS IS MY PROBLEM??

I CAN'T SEE THE FUCKING REASON AS TO HOW I'M RELATED TO THIS WHOLE THING, WHEN OBVIOUSLY, THE FAULT IS WITH MY PROFILE!!!

"What the fuck," I said under my breath, stomped into my room once again, and slammed the door much harder this time. However, I was smarter this time too. I locked the door. And he came banging on it, unable to come in. And yeah~ I was inside feeling this sense of satisfaction.

I hate him.

Apart from all that,

just here to say goodbye to my wormhole until the exams are over~!!

Dis-order in the court

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

Q: Are you sexually active?
A: No, I just lie there.

Q: What is your date of birth? 
A: July 15.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.

Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
A: Yes.
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten? 

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.

Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan. 

Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the occult?
A: We both do.
Q: Voodoo?
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.

Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?

Q: Were you present when your picture was taken? 

Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?

Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?

Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?

Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?

Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral, okay? What school did you go to?
A: ORAL.

Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.



Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?

A: No.

Q: Did you check for blood pressure?

A: No.

Q: Did you check for breathing?

A: No.

Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?

A: No.

Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?

A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.

Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?

A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.

unlocked:

I've unlocked my blog...

AND removed my cBox.

Don't want anything like that happening again.

I don't care if she sees this...

Or even the post before.

I'm done bothering about her.

She's just another silly person,

wasting precious time.

She, of course, can do anything she pleases.

Be it silly...lame...or childish.

It's no matter -

I've decided that I will be MATURE,

and disregard all that.

=)