my new .....

zR1 by Lumix

so much goodness in it =)

a new camera

for me by the end of the year 2009.



I'm planning to get Nikon S620 .. best priced for its optimum, desired (of mine)features.

so far the only cam which i like best (of pic qualities) is Nikon...

come to me <3>

for the features you can get at its best price (below RM1000) ... I'm hoping that it'll drop further by the time I'm forking my $ out... so need this before my holiday trip... and my dad's been asking where i placed HIS Panasonic Lumix (don't know which model but the 7mp one) ... hadn't a chance to use.. bad pics taken that eventually i rather not bring it along as my burden... the latest tough, orange Lumix it's not bad though (RM 1500), was it F70 (something?) i don't know what's with all the camera coding. so far, i'm eyeing on this sweet....

it's finally done...

those 3months of gruelling, blood-shot adrenaline rush, which I do not appreciate.

1st of all, the school's canteen isn't bad at all. except that the fries are tad too pricey. others are great but aren't too great after 3 months of everyday consumption.

2nd-ly, the staff room happens to be a place for gossips, except that the casts for 'gossip girls' roles are...

-the audition-


-cast #1 (reject)-
reason: her voice is too loud on screen and indeed a pain-in-the-***!! what do you mean ass.. i meant ear(s)


-cast #2 (failed before she auditions)
reason: the crew failed to record her act 'cause it was too hideous. hence, the shaky outcome.

3rd-ly, my mentor and the person-in-charge for the whole of noon session were superbly..... evil... so evil I'm lost of words. the act of slavery on us is beyond description. we're salary-less (free labour, even maids get paid) and we're under their mercy... and they left us with tonnes of work in desperation. too bad we failed to get hold of their pics. unfortunately, we couldn't produce a documentary on them.. if not, they'll be the next 'Unbelievable: Chapter 2' without censorship when exposed.

last but not least, our supervisor was a sweet, sweet old nanny lady.she didn't give us our grades, what more ran away from us before she could even allocate marks with us... she promised.... =( not good. *worries*

--this story never ends--

2 more weeks...

to teaching practical.

and

I'm NOT ready.

should i be?

lesson plans over the long hols are postponed. not done. blogging lagged. internet broke down at home. my new apartment. shifting from house to apartment. paintings to do with the new place. things to shift. lotsa. dance to catch up. meetings to attend. then the flu. that deadly Swine flu. the epidermic of the moment, causing all to panic on a mode of nervous breakdown.

students. students. students everywhere. dress code. consumed by all the formalities. tied down by rules.... S.C.H.O.O.L.....

i don't care if one day the school ever reads this post and sees me lament, rave or rant. the blog is the only place to pen down THE thoughts and what is written is real. real life. real story. real experiences. by real people..

no

i don't think I'd ever do that. cause i bet I'll be loving school. loving the students. loving the recess. loving the work. and loving my life as a teacher... call this sarcasm, irony or fact.... everyone has the rights to interpret whatever they perceived... and this---- is the 1st lesson of the day.

do not believe what you think it is. cause if can always be seen in a different light....

i miss her...

she's a stray.not just a stray but the one with heart and intelligence. she learns without a master, obeys humbly and look after us as if we're her family although she isn't obliged to.after all she's a stray.i will remember the time when she walked us in the dark in order to protect us like an angel. she's so angelic.she is...
but, she was gone for good. all the other strays were gone for good. all were captured brutally by the municipal council. i just hope she doesn't need to suffer so much when her life is taken away, by force.

so much of love to Molly by us...you will forever be remembered

=( ---> =)

feeling blue?

constipated?

workload stress?

F for your grade?

bf's a jerk/gf's a bitch ?

best friend's a backstabber?

no worries

have a break...

have a sushi
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@ sushi zanmai (one utama)


=)

*puts a smile on your face*

updates: more pics up...

KAJANG

a place without net.without wireless.without broadband.

a place of seclusion.

a deserted area for recluse.

a place where i would not dare dream of.

literally,


in my tiny house.

cause streamyx services SUCKS big time.in my tiny house. I've got some unfinished business with them. I've been busy with my finals. and now it's done, i shall fulfill my responsibility as a consumer. fight for consumer rights!!!!!

I'm NOT getting what I'd paid for. so, is time to lodge a complain!!!!!if not you're gonna lost another customer. after all, it has all become a norm to you all...

TM Net HERE I COME!!!!!

calls VS sms-es

which one you'd prefer?

personally, i'ma call person. ironically, i sms-ed more than i called. in fact, calls are cheaper if compared to smses cause you wouldn't need to send more than one text messages to get your message across.

we'll see the point by carrying out a teeny observation. it's so practical and close-to-heart, you wouldn't believe it...

exhibit A

a lil bit of intro about exhibit A. let's just call exhibit A as A. she's addicted to calls. like really 24/7. you don't need to know where her calls are coming from. It's a no brainer guess. 2 ways communication, meaning calls to and fro from the other side. every time on msn, if no reply/response/answer. don't bother nudging. call queen is doing her business.

exhibit B
(without my phone, no cuisine tastes like heaven)

exhibit B. poor gal. she had no idea of this. she smses alot. and , she receives lotsa smses toooo. it's like one way beeping and there goes another reply from her side. i think the party who sms-es her really has lots to say. but i bet she has the skill to keep on going with her smses judging from her typing speed. if there's any speed challenge, she should be crowned as the queen. all hail the sms queen!!

NOW
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evidence : Exhibit A


#1
(aiyo dear, don't worry la I'm with <...>, nyer...)



#2
(after 20 mins: you eat lice de or not jek?...)


#3
(after 40 mins: aiya dear, you bely funny oh *still clinging it tight*)

VS

evidence: Exhibit B


eh!!? salah gambar (wrong pic), solly ah



#1


#2


#3
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(everytime she smses she looks like dat lar. so, different pics also looked alike)




get what i mean?

the truth is (my point is..)

it doesn't really matter. cause i loved both. when I'm sick of typing I just dialed. when I'm sick of dialing, I just speed dialed. or even when I'm sick of calling, I went MIA and wait for smses. finally I received smses. I simply........... delete it.....



actually,



i replied it .... then, only deleted it.....

unless...


my phone got barred. which it will be like ... some times..... most of the times.... maybe ....

and when I'm bored. I go back to basics to calls/ smses.

the circle of communication... how beautiful...


ps: wtf... this post is practically a nuisance.... just a teaser for both of you girls. lovesSs

the tradition lives

old photos i found from my files. there're lotsa them. transition from nothing to something. from novice to pro (not pro as in pro but improved to advanced, if not intermediate ba), from junior to senior. from 10 members to 20-30 now. people come and go. some stayed on. new faces. old ones. those who cannot split, now can already attempt full stretch. many improved. with no basics to some skills learnt. all thanks to PICs who dedicated to teaching us, diligently. thank you...

6.15 grand cultural event

credits: Nelson Chee (one of SGM's photographer)

no matter what, the passion lives on. for dancers, the missions are never ending and everlasting. the mission; culture and art for the society to promote peace, as well as happiness and hope.

... the tradition lives....

*** to be continued

"No matter how healthy, intelligent or affluent we may be, if our minds are weak, then our happiness will also be frail and brittle. Our minds of faith, moreover, enable us to bring out the full potential in all things and situations, so it is crucial that we strive to forge our minds of faith."

--quoted by Daisaku Ikeda

update: my recent condition has slacken me, myself and I in many ways. no matter how wise and best of advices i seek forth; will pose no effect on me if my mind is weak. this quote i stumbled upon, strikes on me as an awakening signal; as a reminder. A reminder to strengthen the fundamentals in life.

my-not-so-fun-vacation-hiatus

TIME moved on without me tagging alongside. moved so fast i could not keep up on track but still, I insisted in taking big strides just to keep up with pace. I almost broke down. In fact, I did.
I was having such tough times. not only in studies, but many other aspects in life you could never imagine. I never said much. nor did so much to be compared to others. yet, life's so compelling that it never failed to amuse you with surprises. ~~~

***

I find it most inconvenient to transfer my pics using a USB cable connected to my sony. not that it's any latest model. even if it is, it has nothing to do with its blue tooth cause apparently, my lappy is the culprit. it does not have bluetooth functions. what kinda lappy is this right? that gaming-kinda-notebook by ASUS. (i don't game, i hate gaming but my bro insisted on buying this cause it's so 'cool', so cool that it's so heavy too...note: big screen)

ASUS doesn't give me prob. it has been good. i have no regrets even after my love-hate relationship with it for approx 3 yrs? but seriously, some people DO have prob with ASUS. well, i supp'd if the majority has no prob with and you're the only one, perhaps you need to get yourself lappy checked.

so, after pics transfered, i compiled a whole load of it, filtered it (not photoshopping, no time lar), and choose the best (pretty ugly pics of myself are best, sure to capture attention esp kiasu girls) to post up.

***

I was in Klang yesterday night. watching my guy performing his sax (he plays good sax--no pun intended)

no no... no pics taken. cause I was in sucha a rush and lazy I didn't make up. and no, i won't be caught dead , ashamed, yadayada without make up. not that I got porcelain complexion, but simply never really bothers me to go out without make-up. I'm glad I still got a lil pinch of confidence in me.

see this....

A CUP
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yes, a cup lar--what were you thinking?
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so?

YOU: what about that static cup? it's white and nothing special. even if it's imported from IKEA or any where else. it's a friggin cup.

kopisai: yeah, you're right. it's just a friggin cup. not just any cup. it's special coz it's been tattooed with dirt all over it. and this special treat is only from pizza hut. special branch from klang. serve you filth right on the spot.

yummy, tastes like dirt

do I look like a dirt eater to you? so did I complain? nope. I didn't. usually I would. not on that day. cause many things on my mind. and the best part was what-you-know. the place is so congested (they didn't open the area upstairs to the public), and and... that malay lady had the guts to asked us pay up the bill asap!!!

ok lar... not so nice to sit so long right, but me and my sis had to wait for my guy and had no where to go... coz the whole part of that klang area (where ever that is) is haunted !!! i don't know la if you believe in ghosts. I don't. it gives that haunted feeling only. no where else to go. looks a place to find your daily "chicken" meal..

then nevermind lor...most du lan (irritating) part is they serve my iced milo in this-->

whoa, do I look like I don't know how to drink from a glass???!!!

complimentary: another dirt-stained glass.also, their plates. everything lar.maybe their pots and pans are also dirt-stained.staffs for sure. i so banned this place ...

***

what i made (part of it) for my bf.

Happy birthday, dear

my 1st creation. no recipes. nothing. just a thought or two. was a busy week. need fast and creative thing. hence, this creation. not superb. just edible. more room for improvement. once again, thanks so much dear for buffing all that up. *so touched* T_T

resolution: better bday surprises for him every year.

***

some random pic of Amy. only a lil of editing done. mainly, played with the contrasts and lighting. that's it...

editted

???
before editted--deleted--


another random pic of hers

note: I'm not gay. nor a fan of hers. I just thought she had SOME good pics. it'll be better next time after i got a new cam (wishes). why i'd say SOME good pics cause 90% of the time, this model merely covers up 70% of her features coz of her kawaii (jap for cute)*peace* -- jeez

***

i got annoyed with how this kancil parked s/his car that it almost poses threat to other motorists, so i took down s/his pic...

before you cusses kancil ho, I myself drives one cause i'm not that rich lo. driving big and lavish cars doesn't equate a person to being a good driver. money doesn't buy skill. you train to get it. but seriously, this kancil-zai really mengsiah-suehkan (embarrassing)

another incident....

can see or not?
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cannot ah?
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nevermind
this one sure can
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wa lao, cut the que like no one's biz?

honestly, I don't mine that he cuts my que. but the way he does the cutting? seriously p*sses me off. coz he got no manners. he just budge in. soooooo friggin close. and keeps tagging behind that MyVi. so i just stared at him............ stared with that puzzled-agitated look. but he's thick skinned man... then .. then...

i kept an eye on his car plate---- gov car. ***speechless***

Q-cutter: get outta my way.my car's bigger than yours?! and I'm higher in status since I belonged to the dotdotdot...

wt--fudge

***

end this with happy story..

once upon a time, two sisters named A and M were bored studying in MCD. so, they had a discussion and it was the best one ever because they both had came up with a theory of what the next generation might look like (origins: parents).

mami

+

dadi


=



product

AND


one big hepy family

artists: A & M

***end***

my life suck with --you

you--exams--yeah--you

24 hours before test: nothing to study. after all it's just a listening test (English proficiency)

7 hours before worrying: still zzzZZZzzz

4 hours before the time: woke up and attended sociology economics class (this week's classes ARE COMPULSORY!)

1 hour before the doom: at KFC meeting the B and the F.

15 mins before that crap: arrived punctually ... miraculously ...

5 mins before that sh*t: still waiting for other course mates to arrive.... CALMLY....

1440: test starts (not on time) ... but still as calm as a sea without sharks...

during test: SH*T... what's that word again? was it ARbitrary or ORbitrary ... bodoh la.. how can i make such mistake ... i know I've seen this somewhere ...

1600: ber-emo-emo-ing at class. other coursemates left for home. me and a few more girls sulking and planning on the next *evil* plan


every semester passed by and you never seemed to fail me... making me down each time i got ????-ed (<--insert verb) by you.. walking outta the hall feeling like a loser with the big L on the forehead. I never seemed to have got over you. but someday, you'll just put me thru all that trouble with flying birds ...colours i mean.... and it all belong to the past.... past.... past... pass.... i mean pasT....

that solemn vow,...

which lasts you for a lifetime (our granny's era), or not (our era) ...



*marriage*



people get married at such a young age these days. In our 21st century, it's not really a norm to settle down at 20 or so isn't it? there are too many things to pursue, for some ambitious peeps i think...



personally, being the 'weaker' sex as claimed by the dominant male chauvinists.... i do, think that we ought to be equipped with education and human rights just so to protect our dignity and of course,human rights in the event that misfortune takes place... self created misfortune that is...

long ago where those days when 'I do' is being taken as a solemn vow. a vow for a lifetime--till death do us apart... now... till divorce do us apart...

much like I-gotta-settle-down 'cause I-can't-afford-to-lose-him... or ... now it's the time to lay back and produce babies. so let's get married 'cause it's part and parcel of life.

if not .. women ages like the Christmas tree and loses its function/role after 25 years old (er...i mean 25th of Dec)



well, everyone can plan their future but as far as i can see, people will make a whole load truck full of dungs, promising that I'll love you forever and ever... truthfully, you'll never know about that forever thingy 'cause you're no Creator... and therefore, shit happens.

no matter what, one should never fear nor retreat under any circumstances and shine like a hero in his armor, keep challenging every tasks/obstacles till one worn out by age. not by defeat. that's when you can truly determine your strength and self-worthiness.not beaten up by those jerks 'cause you can never be too sure whom is The One, ergo, smart girls do not rely solely on that piece of precious paper you signed in R.O.M, but always on your precious self <3 -end-

a profession as a whore...

earns you a bomb. I'm talking about 'high class' pimping. yup.

the trend sets in. more demand from young chics for LVs and Gucci. who can blame 'em? materialistic? not being brought up in a decent background? or the quest for looking elegant?
those damned bags.

Japan; one of the biggest, notorious porno producer, exclusively recruits young girls (sometimes virgins and school girls) to entertain the world of horny bastards and sluts. hey, it's not cheap to pay these gals to show their assets mind you. my point is, girls turned sluts because of the need to satisfy their hunger for designers. 'cause people will be judging you from the Lvs you carry instead of peeping into your loose cunt beneath that lingerie. of course, being young, naive, easily lured into the world of blings often set loose boundaries to where these girls had decided to ditch their values and forge for temporary luxuries. truth is... they cannot afford Guccis and Pradas. they're not well-off or loaded with cash. they'd rather be starved dead than caught dead in faux leather.

On top of fashion statement reinforcement (clothes, shoes, accessories, etc), good style apparently looks more interesting with fake boobies and nose. as if LV cries for help after being chaperoned away by plain-jane. and after they're done with the boobs and nose, they felt that deep-set eyelids is a must. one thing after another, and the list goes on..... welcome to the world on 'fine-living'!!

so i'd lose the thought of becoming a whore when one pimp (she's a whore too) approached me to do the job. whoa. not only it comes with the package service thingy, the pay is also friggin lucrative to resist. a month ... the top 'sales'-slut.. can earn like RM 10,000+++... wtf... it's like.. you don't need education to slog your youth away, just simple A-B-C.u.n.t to pump those juices flowing... who can blame those bimbos if they can't read moral and thought humping was a better option.... I'm sorry. i'm not trying to be biased. considering some whore actually thought of it as a profession.. wtf. (note: one recount in the UK i clearly recalled, a prost wrote a book of her sexual encounters and how she thought the profession was awesome-- all that she ever wanted)

sadly, of anyone whom i least expected. such disgrace befallen upon my surroundings. recently, this girl I'd never thought would so daringly exposed herself to this sexual gimmick by attracting all wrong attentions. 1st time of all, i'd thought it was gross. it's all too norm a scenario for me to imagine. anyone having sex is simply a biological set of moves. but knowing someone who's acquainted to you doing this... simply.. unforgivable....
--that was the sole reason for my desperate concern for that young lass.too depressing for any pretty lass like her to sell away her body... and soul... most importantly, values... -end-

ps: No names were mentioned... don't argue with me on this. you may leave comments but please read at your own pleasure, if not, offense.

Idol of the Month (March)

Katy Perry

she's got that doll look. yet, being tough and crude in her lyrics proves that she's no one to mess with. she's got a distinctive note to her songs. and her words hit you like no other cusses.

notwithstanding, her sense of fashion is outrageously--cool. out of the world. insanely one of a kind. in a better way or none. this gorgeous gown she adorns, snapped my attention with envy. so pretty and so taken aback by words.. simplistically gorgeous until I'd decided to better credit the designer or else I'm overwhelmed with guilt. C'mon. I salute the person who comes up with this piece. and that gurl who wears it ?.... elegance executed and knocked everyone else to the floor at that what-so-ever-event-of-the-night. finally, mission accomplished.

a few more hours gone...

no thanks to my bimbo low-skilled IT knowledge.

not that you gotta be an IT expert to handle it. just that, I'm such an idiot that I practically deleted the whole damn blog template. and to make things worse. with no backups. so...

1. my links disappeared
   
2. layout screwed up
   
3. lucky 'nuf, my posts are still up =.=
4. another few more hours, gone!!!

bad day... jinxed by the net.
I'm so exhausted. I can no longer face the screen. I'm slowly blinding my vision.... fading... away.......

my wallpaper

is soooo pretty in pink. and flowery... and most importantly, uncomplicatedly perfect (for me =>)

that's my current outlook on my lappy's wall.

i took a turn and never look back when i 1st set my heart into retro vintage.

the clothes, the tunes, the collections, everything including die-hard beauty icons like the famous-don't-need-me-to-intro Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey ages so gracefully <3

how come every women that era pulls off that look oh-so-effortlessly without plastics?

and the men. so gentlemen ain't they?

not extremely handsome but they execute the charisma of male chivalry, in which on auto-pilot mode transformed the frogs into 'handsome' prince... *dreamily fantasizes*







vintage is making a comeback and not to mention, sizzling hot now. practically every fashionista worshiped each piece of oldies and adorned in mesmerizing, jaw dropping, unique outfits. i'm telling you, those clothes are one of its kind. pretty much emphasis on cutting and linings instead of printed cloths, unlike modern dressings.

Natalie Portman

21st century 'Aud Hep': she's so gorgeous!!

those meticulous art of work. sewn attentively into pleats, made into the most perfect sought after dress. upholding its value after decades. and still being classified as 'the classic' ... like the famous LBD-- timeless piece of priceless fashion,which never fails to keep its promise in making an ugly duckling a swan.



if one individual still looks at vintage as being old-fashioned, old-fashioned as it is. but do keep in mind that fashion is repetitive if one's not being naive. and ugly or not, one has the power to dress/undress, mish mash and throw in layers of colors/pieces to revive the dead to live. don't blame fashion. blame the one who can't attempt that fight. that fight to look alright....

those things i long for...

are all in vain.

vanity. possessions. love. all those most sort after , lust for things in life.

this little things I'd wished for. the simplicity of life. basic needs for survival of sanity.

why am i not so blessed. not so 'lucky'. and why do i think my parents are not so supportive, unlike others.

simply put, they've got their own plans to make me a stronger individual.
to not depend on them for what i wanted to achieved.
every inch of success, ounce of sweat and torturous moments. went through alone.
bitter sweet memories.

and the only thing that made me alive till this moment is the power of Nichiren's Buddhism.

till this day, i wanna thank for all those peeps who has been there for me through thick and thin. i can never be so grateful and till the day i'm buried six-feet-under, you're not forgotten...

tagged by sam love..

What do you like to do?
dance, primarily

What do you noticed first in the opposite sex? Face or Body?
face lor. then bod.

Do you have tattoos?
Nope..

Do you drink or smoke?
NEH

What is your favorite food/restaurant?
jap. chinese. practically most stuffs. but there are exceptions: like i crave peanut butter but not nuts in my nasi lemak.

What is the most valuable item you've ever lost? (if there's any)
omg. it has gotta be my most precious digicam. still mourning for it...also,also, my hp given by my darl. omg. sad... *sobs*

Do you believe in love at first sight?
never. no such thing for me

Have you ever cheated during examination before?
wow ... of course. at least i attempted a few times. in the end, i succeeded. never got caught.

Have you ever kissed someone u werent attracted to?
wow. so far nothing that i can recall of. i wouldn't bet on it though

Have you ever kissed someone on a first date?
nope never.

Have you ever liked someone who has a gf/bf?
thankfully not.

Ever had an eating disorder problem?
heck no

Do you believe in God?
erm.. yeah

Do you consider yourself romantic?
sometimes. helplessly...

Do you like someone right now?
dope, yeah

Do you like someone you can't have?
neh.i don't have a crush on that many guys. just all the wrong guys.

What is your worst embarassing public moment?
wow. so much of embarassment i couldn't recall. seriously.

What are you doing now?
this. duh.


Tag 5 people to know more about them :

1. grace miriam
2. adam ng
3. yap sze sze
4. sean ooi
5. lim jinni

I'm breathless...

when i 1st laid my eyes on this kitsch.

O.M.G... i fainted, figuratively. how can YSL be sucha genius. i'd prolly trip dead with this lovely on. yet, b4 i could set foot in it... i'm burnt-- in my pockies...what the fudge...

zat uber looOOooong .....

this is why i'm absent from my blog. cause i couldn't attempt this for my classes *occasionally*

TIC...

the long awaited event-- chic charity

come do your bit and party with these lovelies at the event.

here are the list of famous vendors that'll sure to kill you with their eccentric lovesSs: Tiny Tapir, D.U.R.A., Blok On!, Lah'Lah'Land, Closet Crafty, Minimours, and others from Threadszoo!

*psst*All the vendors themselves are donating a portion of their sales to WAO as well :)

happy cny

to everyone around this friggin' globe

ps: that post on bitch? was a lil depressing to kick start the cny 2009 rite?still, i blog about it past midnight . which means it falls on the 2nd day of cny. inauspicious i heard? not in my dic. oh wait. i don't even have one ... ~~~

pps: eat your oranges properly and stop littering around. if one person stops throwing that damn rubbish, this entire universe would be glorious from trash-free. anyways, think before you do things. stop blaming poor mr.rainie for pouring his tears on you. bastards if you can't keep rubbish in your pockets, shove it up your arses so you can stop insulting your own Mother nature and start begging for funds to build your crushed home..we don't call her Mama nature for nothing. she sure gets angry one day and kick you peeps out her home. try nego with mr.mars to see if he wants you around though.oops. nanny talks.... zzzZzzz

ppps: oh ya, am not mad on that bitch post. just disappointed. i need resolutions you say? Right. i'll be nice. if you are =)

bitch...

you never failed to piss me
never need to see me, talk to me, nudge me
just stand by the stage and *fug* me
your sight is intimidating, not
maybe you're fugly, or naughty
hell not pretty! oh wait, you're bitchy...
i don't even know why am i shitting for you in my prison
ever since i knew you existed for a reason
you're the evil side of the 'yang'
that 'yang' which balances my 'ying'?
no matter what i did, or tried
your effortless triumph over my wrath
had caused me big pain in my pride
to name you crap is too decent
neither shit would best listened
somehow,
you're additively annoying to the max, right down my arse
pumping that veins furiously and driven me up my pulse
there's a reason for you being a false
there's an honour for you being named that slut
cause a bitch need not try too hard to puke my guts out, but
put on your two face and yet you win
the way you could not help but swing
from one to another fling
oh bitch,
you ever so mighty
someday,
one day,
in these days,
i'm gonna be JUST like you....or maybe not...
bitch....

greatness

in a blog comes with beautiful pics. and the production of good snaps it all depends on what quality the cam has to offer.

without a good cam. u can never hav nice pics and fugly pics don't belong to blogosphere.

it's just one of the ground rules to get the traffic flowing to your blog.
myths aside, it is the inborn curiosity of humans to key poh and admire an art created divinely.
the added bonus in which, if you're a model or famous figure.
even you write the suckiest blog, those peeps would still be pleased to having the pleasure of ignoring your scramblings whilst inspecting your perfect (or not!) features ...

'nuf said.
gimme a new cam and i'll start afresh..

~toodles

bye bye...

friendster. facebook.

u were there when i was bored.
yet, at times you're the cause of my boredom.
i need u for networking. nothing much. or just to keep in touch.
at last, i'm really over you.
i couldn't choose either one of u.
u both are great and had its pros, but undeniably the cons are not eliminated.
i found meaningless routine in u.
i had my life to go on.
couldn't look after u.
abandoning u for some reasons.
and so, u'd be better off without me....

byebye loves