Lovely.

Cupcake Lesson...

Friday's the best day of the week.But...it could have been better if i  have gone to the cupcake show.

The lesson:

Never feel too excited of an event, a thing, someone or just anything before you actually get it securely in your hands. Just as the saying goes ' the higher you leap, the harder you fall'. This quote is so true. It has proven me right many times. Why didn't I just go to the bloody cupcake show then? ...oh well, unforseen circumstances which i would prefer to call it as 'A series of unfortunate events'. Nadia ditched us! Kelvin was involved in a car accident and my car has a major problem which i doubt would bring me to the destination while Ping doesn't have a car. I feel pathetic. Was all so hyper and excited about the cupcake show the night before and been overly crazy over cupcakes this week. It did hit me hard on the head when i knew the cupcake show is off for me! I never thought this would have had happened...afterall it's just a bloody cupcake show! What could have had stopped me from going to a cupcake show! I'm overly obsessed about cupcakes....as for now..i hate cupcakes! And those people are definately not having fun at the event now! mmpf!

I need a pillow! sobs....

I miss my behbeh! Oh where oh where can my behbeh be? lalala...Mocks ended! Yes yes! Holidays started! My birthday passed..

That was taken in Esther's house!

I had a great time during my birthday! Behbeh got me hamsters.What a pleasant surprise. Esther got me alot and alot of stuff and a sweet little photo frame with our pictures in it. I like the Elmo balloon. Bet esther's wouldn't buy it if she brought my presents along to midvalley.Wai Yen bought me a wristlet from Dorothy Perkins. What's with pink colour? I have alot and i mean alot of bags which are pink in colour. I want green and red now! HINT TO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO HASN'T GOTTEN ME MY OVERDUE PRESENT. I'm nice.

F*** THE cabbieS

It's almost 3 am now and i feel like blogging(bitch& swear?) to share my lovely encounter today:

I usually wake up late in the weekend.Not anytime before 11am. I was awaken by a phonecall today. Speaking of that, why did my dad call my handphone instead of the house when the message is for my mom! That early call made me realise how beautiful and different the morning sun looks like compared to the 12noon sunshine i would usually see when i open my eyes. So lovely! I just have to write this down. Hehe.I'm still reluctant to 'repair' my chatterbox because i found it difficult to get one the last time i applied. I'm lazy in other words. I'm STATING this down because i BELIEVE one fine day a charming person will offer to help me out.

I promised myself that i would study the whole day today but deep down i know i won't be satisfied till i visit the mall at least once during the weekend. That's how i define a productive weekend. The logic: No point mugging on a weekend it's just not right.(it's not really logic, but i'm trying to make it logical) I contradict myself alot too these days.If i were a stranger reading this blog, i would definitely find it annoying just like what Nadia says about me sarcastically most of the time. I wonder how sarcastic is her sarcasm.Since mocks are too near for comfort(this coming week) i would promise to study eventually; but FIRST i must visit the mall. I'm broke to the core but it's still nice to window shop. It makes the heart happy, seeing all those beautiful things in life. I need not buy anything yet, i can get a rough idea what to buy next time when i'm a little more well off. =) I'm really worried. I get broke really fast. Like what my mom always says 'impulsive buying' and what my grandma will always tell me ' next time you'll be in deep shit'. I definitely would not agree with my mom's favourite 'impulsive buying' phrase. It's just not right. It's not impulsive, it's a neccessity. Just like milk to babies. Clothes,bags,shoes are like milk to babies to me! I would trade all the milk in the world for those three basic neccessities.I'm not a shopaholic.I'm just crapping and over exaggerating.I have to point this out : Not many daughters can agree with their mom's taste and opinions when it comes to fashion and style. Or is it just me with weird ideas. What i view as nice and the perfect choice is otherwise to my mom. I was looking at bags today and i told her i planned to get one today. She would start nagging you have one-hundred-one bags. I just bought them for you not long ago too! I don't want you to collect RUBBISH. (ouch!) "Rubbish" That hit me hard in the butt. Actually, i'm immuned to it. I hear them since i bought the 1st ever bag i've owned. It's not rubbish. They're cashmere to those who normally only wear polyster scarf. It's the little extra you would pay to own something you cherish. It's worthwhile! Happiness is not measured by the amount of money you have in the bank! It's measured by what you desire and that it's in your arms!

The shopping mood wasn't there fully. My dog is sick and has been hospitalised 2 days back. I received a call from the doctor with some bad news. It was enough to dampen my mood.We needed to reach home before 5pm to visit the dog. So yea yea blabla.We are to take a cab home. FUCK THE CHINESE CABBIES.Trying to pull fast cash. They're taking passengers without following the per metre fee! What nonsense! Quoted us rm25 to get back home. One whole stretch of idiots. Reported them to the police. Really got my nerves boiling(not just onto my nerves)..boiling nerves..wonder how it'd smell. Burnt bacon! I've been cursing and swearing at those cabbies since i got home. They're idiots i curse 'hamkachan'. Whooo this is the first time i feel so proud and happy and worthwhile swearing at them! They purely deserve it. Those genes are not to be passed down to any livingbeing in the world.

Hooola!

Oh woah! It's been ages since i felt like bloggin. Everyone's emotional these few months. I blame " seasonal depression". Malaysia doesn't have 4 seasons! But i think it's more to the 'end of the year-farewell' syndrom. People feel sad for leaving each other.Stupid esther doesn't have to go college anymore.I'm jealous. It proves that people come and go. Some leave sweet memories some leave bad-stinky-sour memories. (how bad is that man).If anyone's wondering why i'm even bloggin about this not-so-important-matter. Well, i got it from : Esther's blog. It made me emotional too. Remembering those days and how fun it was.I guess, college hasn't really given a big postive impact on me. The only fun part about college will be the allowance to wake up a little later. Skip classes without getting into deep stool. But i guess nobody would want to skip classes that often else you'd be lost like a bloody shell.

I'm having mocks! Next week is gonna be a helloutta crappy week! Exams..tough ones.Frankly, i've been trashing my results like rotten cabbage from March. It makes me wonder whether i'm that dumb.Notice all those swearing? I''ve transformed into a filthy green-eyed-monster! Huhuhu!

Eversince english is not taken as a subject in A Levels, notice the rubbish i write about with rubbish english.At times i don't evern realise my mistakes.

My ideal college life:

Classes starts at 1pm ends at 4pm from Monday till Thursday.

Insufficient sleep is lethal.I TOTALLY agree with that.

I would like to share this oh-so-fun experience. I was to sit for a  Physics Practical exam. I was told that it will start at 2.30pm. I was in college by 1.30pm. Aware of the extra 1 hour, i killed time at the library.Oblivious to how fast time has passed i took my own sweet time to walk one floor down. To my dismay, it started raining heavily. The lab is a few blocks away and great, i didn't bring my umbrealla of all days.I was reluctant to get wet and thought it would have been a better idea to wait till the rain gets less heavy.It was 2.15pm then. Out of the sudden, something struck my bloody head which tells me that the bloody exam is at 2.30pm. Means we can start writing at 2.30pm and that we've been told before and stressed many times that we should be at the building by 2pm and in the lab at 2.15pm. 15 mins to check the apparatus.Oh my,when i finally reached the bloody building i quickly ran to the bulletin board to check which lab i'm assigned to and my siting position(which should have been done at leastnt even read through quickly for my name! I almost cried under that tremendous pressure.Alright then, Lab 4, sitting position : 1853. I calmed down a little. Then i thought, where the hell is lab 4! I'm already so bloody late and i don't even know where the hell the lab is! The corridor was already deserted. Luckily i remembered that i had chemistry two days before in Lab 4. I ran for the lift up to level 3. Got some scolding. I hate giving bad impression but what the heck.I was more concerned not being able to sit for the paper. Honestly, my hands were shaking when i tried to write. That's how it scared the shit out of me.

Written with frustration.

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