Boobies and I are trying this new thing called positive thinking.
Of course it does not apply to all aspects of life - only to our body image post-eating.
It's a joke really 'cos it's full of sarcastic remarks.
No more Aiyoooo fuck weih damn fuckin fat already! after a meal.
It's now replaced by Wahhh I'm damn effing thin sial! or My legs are sexier than Gisele's! or My body's God.
Yup . . .
We're trying awfully hard to fool ourselves

Anyhoots !

Last Friday (last day in college before the 1 week raya break), my group of friends and I came to college in baju kurung and baju melayu in the spirit of the upcoming festive season.
Here's us:




It was so colourful
Oh and I kept on gettin remarks from my lecturers; "Wow why so decent today?" which I replied to "Yeah don't get used to it.".
Haha what's that suppose to mean ?

Boobies slept over during the weekend for 2 nights which we stayed the whole day on Saturday and Sunday 'cos we felt way too comfortable being ugly at home in our boxers and way too lazy to go out.
All we did was sleep, watch movies, eat, watch tv, watch movies, sleep.
We pigged out mostly on salted peanuts in my room.

Yummy.
Oh but we did go to the graveyard to clean 3 graves on Saturday morning.
Then I went to another graveyard on Sunday evening to clean another grave.
Some asshole stole the decorative stones on my grand dad's grave !
What the fuck ?!
I stood at my datuk's grave and told him to haunt his/her ass !

Also, I've been weaving 'em ketupats these days.

Yes, I weaved those
... guess I'm not completely useless afterall.

Went to Kim's house for dinner last night and watched movies in her home theater.
Her movie room feels like a gold class theater with its wide screen, leather sofas and soundproof room
Made brownies and PBT for the event.

And we cam-whored on her balcony above the "tower".

The stars spelled my name out so we were all so damn amazed.
Serious shit.


As I laid down on my bed last night, I felt something bulky underneath my pillow.
Looked underneath it and found a plastic bag with a box in it.
And guess what ?
Pop bought me a new camera

Ohmygod damn effing happy sial !
Yay! No more borrowing Juls' Lumix.



Today, I spent my whole day in refusing to go out 'cos my legs aren't sexy enough to be seen in public in my boxers.
Now I feel extremely restless and suffocated in this room.
I need a change in environment badly.

And as always, the rest of the pictures are posted on my Facebook (albums).

MY INEXISTENT BOYFRIEND ABUSED ME !

Boobies: Your pooooor boyfriend... Bet now he's buried underground with his balls sewn up inside his mouth.


On Thursday night, it was one of those spontaneous random moments where I felt like wanting a top which reads Placebo so I found a plain top and painted ...

It reads :
Placebo
Baby, did you forget to take your meds ?

Ok so it may look like some kid painted it but it was one of those spontaneous moments and it only took me a few minutes.

Oooh and I wore it the next morning to college

Spent Friday eating Carl's Jr all crammed up in the car with my family in the carpark of MidValley MegaMall 'cos there were no seats for us in the restaurant.
Yes, how sad
After MV, I headed to the Lembu's (Nishanti) house and we walked to Delicious, BV2 for supper.
Thanks for the yummy (as always) chocolicious sundae !

Lembu: Who needs boys when you have this ?
And yup... that's her orgasmic-chocolicious-sundae-eating face
Then later on, Lion, KC, Isaac and Dinni joined us and we lepak-ed there 'til around 1 a.m.

Ok bla bla bla the next day was another family gathering at Pooks' place.
Oleh sebab semangat bangat Melayu, kita memakailah baju kurung yang terlampau gay.

That is us trying to pose all chinese if you catch my drift...
I'm not quite sure if I've mentioned this before but ...
Do you know that we went to buy the cloth together and it's the exact same design but just of a different colour?
Yes, how gay.
She's 20 and I'm 18 and we still buy matching clothes.
Yes, how very, very and I mean very gay

Anyhoo !
We dragged Ashraf's ass to Delicious, BV2 (yes, AGAIN) with us in our very gay kurungs.
Chilled there then Nicola&Kitty came along.
Kitty's crippled now
... temporarily.
Then MJ, Shane and Bob joined us.
Went back to Boobies' place around 1-ish a.m and did the usuals; movies, food, movies.
Oh right.
We watched a bit of Prom Night but had to turn it off 'cos it was beyond stupid.
And goodnessmeohmy man, where's the creativity in all the murders ?
That idiot of a "serial killer" seriously lacks the creativity in his killings.
All he does is stab 'em in the stomach.
Muthafucka please.
How boring can he get?

Watched London instead.

The movie's not that bad.
Chris Evans is effing hot during all those flashback scenes but fuckin ugly candieone post-break up when he's all brunette and long-haired.
This is how ugly he can be :

Yeah yeah he looks all pitiful and shit but heck I ain't gonna sympathize him with him looking like that.
Hakh tuih !
Oh and ohemgee to the max.
Jason Statham has hair like that of a Lego man.
Thank God he still has a sexy voice.
Honestly, he should really stick to being a sexy bald sexy voice man.
Afterwards, we watched a bit of Die Hard 4.0 before going to sleep around 7 a.m.

Woke up around 2 p.m and headed to my place where we ate Nandos and watched Tomb Raider 2 ('cos Angelina Jolie is such a sexy thang).
Imran picked us up around 6-ish p.m and we headed to Desa Hartamas and ate the usual indo mee at Bestari
Then lepak-ed at some mamak called Spicy where we were joined by Ashraf, Nicola&Kitty and MJ 'cos the boys wanted to catch the football match.

Hmmm so yeah that's it

Wah hai latt edi . . .

This week is exam week
. . . again.
However, these are my internal exams (KDU based exams) and unlike my externals (UNSW based), this don't really count or matter much.
Nevertheless, if I do badly then die lah.
This sucks 'cos I have absolutely no mood at all to pick 'em books up and revise/study those shits.
I can't really study with the music on.
But the huge problem here is; I don't wanna switch the music off.
And as mentioned before, I'm just fuckin' malas and unmotivated.

Oh and by the way . . .

I got offered a conditional admission to UNSW and USYD
But considering my recent sloth-like attitude, I should start worrying and buck up for the finals.
If I do shite in my finals, then these conditional offers are useless.

OK whatever.

I made a new playlist - it's a rather short one this time.

Wounded by Third Eye Blind
Motorcycle Driveby by Third Eye Blind
Homesick by The Vines
Blurry by Puddle of Mudd
Narcolepsy by Third Eye Blind
Killing Me by Graham Colton Band
Change by Deftones
Spiders by System of a Down
All the World Tonight by Graham Colton Band
Song 2 by Blur
Paperweight by Joshua Radin And Schuyler Fisk
Thinking About You by Puddle of Mudd
Beautiful World by Carolina Liar

Boobies has been obsessed with vampires lately.
I used to be obsessed with vampires . . . when I was like 12 - 14 years old.
Like fuckin' obsessed.
I used to read Anne Rice novels when I was around 11 or 12 years old.
And I used to wish so badly I was a vampire.
I don't really want what I wanted years ago.
Now I just wanna be kissed like how a vampire kisses minus the whole blood sucking thing.
Please don't suck my blood.
But the kissing looks so good.
And I like being kissed on the neck very much.
Jot that down.

OK I'm gonna go sit and stare at numbers now.

So last night Boobies and I were trying to figure out what to watch the next day (today; Friday).
Came across Rob Zombie's Halloween and the synopsis read :

"Young Michael Myers is committed to Smith's Grove after the brutal murder of his mom and sister's boyfriends, and his sister Judith. After being there for roughly 17 years, he returns to his home town of Haddonfield in search of one of the only people he has ever cared about, his baby sister Laurie Strode. As he is tracked down by Dr. Sam Loomis he will kill anybody who gets in his path."
Obviously, I thought it was gonna be one of those alamak ! sweet nye ! kinda "horror" movie.
Why ?
'Cos the plot said that the psycho killer dude was in search of his little sister.
So yeah, well . . . sweet in my kinda twisted way lah.
But what the hell weihhh . . .
Sweet it was NOT !
Truly a PSYCHOPATH !
He brutally murdered even those who were nice to him.
Like dude . . .
Kill those who were being a-holes je lah  but kenanglah budi and don't lah stab those who were being so nice and patient with you, stupid oversized fuck.
Such remorseless killings.
Gile ungrateful !
Jeez Louise.
Even murders should have meaning and reason.
The movie was not bad lah.
All the suspense and whatnot.
AND, unlike in The Devil's Rejects, thank God this movie is not filled with filthy fugly people all the way.

OK besides that nothing much lah.
Le whole family had dinner at Kamal's place 'cos they were having this thingy going on there.
Kamal's my, well, as he puts it spot on, "my childhood best friend"



We're childhood and family friends - known him since I was 4 years old !
Supposedly, I'm like his sister and he's like my brother
. . . but we barely see each other these days

Anyhoo.
Went to hang out with my usual girls - Nicola and Nadz.

Chilled at Starbucks, Telawi.
And because I have exams (again) next week, I got back home by midnight.
Haiyo banyak susah . . .

Oh and I'm so obsessed with Wounded by Third Eye Blind.
The guy who put his hands on you
Has got nothing to do with me
And the bruises that you feel will heal
And I hope you'll come around
'Cause we're missing you
And you used to speak so easy
Now you're afraid to talk to me
It's like walking with the wounded
Carrying that weight way too far
The concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
Missing you
Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
But my fingers catch sparks at the thought of touching you
When you're wounded
Let me break it down 'till I force the issue
We miss your face and you know I wish you
Would come back down the the Dalva Bar
You tell 'em, that's just my battle scar
I want to kiss you
And knock 'em down like we used to
You're the marigold
Till you're walking down shaking that ass again
And then you walk on, baby walk on, you walk on, on and on
You're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air
And we're missing you
Now it's fall, and your shoulders get tighter
Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots
Your pissed off poets, your women's groups
And the friends with you, we should have known this fool
Well I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you
Now you're wounded
Let me break it down 'till I force the issue
You never come around, and you know we miss you
Well nobody took your pride away
I said, that's something people say
Back down the bully to the back of the bus
'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us
'Till you're yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
Then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on, on and on
You're a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
You're screaming I don't care baby I don't care
You say you don't know
You say you can't grow
All I know is we're missing you
You say you don't know
You say you can't grow
All I know is we're missing you
Show up, show up wounded
Show up, show up wounded
I've been playing it over and over again all day.
I'm so obsessed with it to the point that any other song does not appeal to me but this.
My interpretation of the song :
This chick has been abused - probably raped (Well nobody took your pride away / I said, that's something people say).
And the dude singing is a friend or probably even secretly loves her.
So he's telling her that he misses the person she was before she got "wounded" (And you used to speak so easy / Now you're afraid to talk to me).
He wants to help her through this hard time she's going through but she seems to have problems trusting anybody again.
Nevertheless, he and her friends should have seen it coming (And the friends with you, we should have known this fool / Well I guess we missed the mark) and now thinking 'bout whatever happened to her makes him all angry (Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you).
Now he promises to stand by her and protect her (Back down the bully to the back of the bus / 'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us).
However, he hopes she'd use this unfortunate event to make herself a stronger person (We miss your face and you know I wish you / Would come back down the the Dalva Bar / You tell 'em, that's just my battle scar).
And he believes she has the strength to pull through and get back on her feet being the confident beautiful person she is (Till you're walking down shaking that ass again / And then you walk on, baby walk on, you walk on, on and on) (You're a summer time hottie with her socks in the air / You're screaming I don't care baby I don't care).

I love stories 'bout the beautifully damaged.

Yes, I'm that obsessed with this song !

LOVE