Err.. Update.

ee. i hate this font.
so no mood to blog cos my font not nice. bleh.

oh yeah. today was my last lesson for driving...for now la, anyway.
and i realise ive gotten it wrong all this while.
i dont hate driving.
i hate my INSTRUCTOR.
no one, NO ONE, (except my brother) has ever implied that im completely useless.
and then, when my mum asks him how im doing, he tells her im really very good. but when im driving with him there, he goes on n on n on at me, about how awful my driving is.
all it serves to do is work me up so much that i make more mistakes.
and sometimes i purposely mess up just to irritate him and give him a heart attack.
when im really pissed with him, i'll go downhill without braking and then slam the brakes 1 inch away from the car in front. jz to annoy him. and spoil his car.
(god i hate that car)
i mean, i dont do that all the time lah. i always start out pretty confidently, and he somehow manages to find fault with every single thing. and it shakes my confidence in my own driving.
stupid man.
im just waiting for monday.
after tat i am going to MURDER him.
hes so super old anyway, and hes probably going to die soon, so i dont think anyone can actually convict me for just speeding up the process.
grrrr.
stupid man.
he managed to rattle me so much i messed up my slope n parking oso. stupid man.

im really really not in the mood to blog.
i want to.
but no...inspiration (?)
im tired.
of course lah, stupid man makes me get up at freaking SIX in the morning to go driving.
i shall blog more later.
to make up for all the days i havent been blogging.

i actually wanted to blog the past few days, but like i said, my comp just got reformatted.
so i have to re-sort everything out.
and reinstall like a hundred million things.
i somehow lost ALL my milo pictures. the entire folder. i feel like crying.
two years worth of memories wei.
(cheh.. macam real je.. haha)
yea yea, but still. all my hard work.
sigh.

oh, AND my russell peters-outsourced went missing too. wtf, rite?
so i have to redownload it.
it HAD to be the biggest file that goes missing, rite?
ish.

i seem to have developed this thing for above-30, bald-ish-yet-so-sexy guys who do cool stunts on tv. XD
lemme list them out.









i want to go watch tv.
something funny.
which means i'll have to hunt up some CD.
cos astro only ever shows absolutely nonsensical shows nowadays.
vampire bats and giant squids and mutant fishes and werewolves...ugh.
waste of money.

~vid~

Michelle Yap...

..this post is for you.
since i cant send you the song through msn (btw, YES I FINALLY HAVE MSN), and since its taking ten thousand years to attach itself to mail.
so i shall put it up here.
"Pyaar Ke Pal" by KK.

duno why, but this song reminded me of you.

er. sorry for the lack of updates.
but ive just been plain too lazy to blog.

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yep, you read that right.
me. the avid blogger. too lazy to blog.
can you hear the sound of the sky falling down?
(if you didnt get that, too bad. XD)

oh, and another thing. my comp jz got reformatted.
and now my blog font is retarded.
its sposed to be Trebuchet MS. but i see it as some other retarded font.
i need HELP!
cos i cant ask my dad to fix it for me.
anyone know how to fix it?
i got no mood to blog with cacatfied font.
PLEASE HELP? PLEAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEEE?

thanking you in anticipation.

~vid~

Goodbye, World.

I'M DYING.

honest, i am.

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MY DRIVING TEST IS NEXT MONDAY!!!!!!

*takes deep breath*

imgonnadieimgonnadieimgonnadie

and after i fail my driving test next monday, i am sooooo gonna kill my instructor. anyone know where to get cyanide??

~vid. the hysterical one~

I'm Blogging...

...since everyone asked me too.
honestly, do you people depend on my blog that much ar?
i mean, i dont update that frequently, do i?
(dont answer that.)

err.. kay, i have nothing to say.
im just updating for the sake of further updating my already-very-up-to-date blog.

oh, and congrats to MICHELLE YAP!
go ask her why.
i shall not tellllll. :p
im being a brat cos im bored. get used to it.

oh, and milestone moment!
(not now lah. this morning actually.)
YAN QI VISITED THE BLOG!
*gasps and dies of shock*
amazing, rite? eventh..oh wait.
*resurrects self*
(no blasphemy intended)
where was i?
oh yes, eventhough she wouldnt write anything, cos she said she didnt have anything interesting to write.
the only interesting thing that happened to her was that she saw timothy low the other day. oh, and that he may have grown slightly taller.
*coughs* yes, very interesting.
and she thinks im too long winded.
well, what else is new? sigh.

oh, and i tell you, yoghan and bay are totally sama species wei.
they'll say hi to you on msn...
...n then they'll go silent.
k, people, seriously ah.. when you say HI, rite, please TALK.
bay esp, forever = = and -.- and zzzzz. or "nth" and "xD".
yoghan will be like "k" or "kk".
what, do you guys have templates or smthng for msn convers??
and bay, im gonna kick u for not blogging anymore.

oh, and roberto carlos is SINGLEEEEEEEE. :)
consider the importance of that statement.

and "estado civil" is portugese for marital status.

im being educational here.
so bear with me, and thou shalt be educated.

haha. k im crapping.
uhhhhh.. ive run out of ideas.
damn.
i shall go watch tv.
michelle, ur influence.

oh, and, peoples.
for the definition of PERASAN, please go look at michelle yap's blog. her latest post for today. the one with just the title, and no content.
go look at that, and you will see the true meaning of being perasan.

see, i told you im being educational! :p

~vid~

I MISS MY BROTHER. :(




(fiona, for some retarded reason i cannot put that pic u like. it wont scan. irritating. i like tat pic too.)

~vid~

The Poems.

in case you didnt visit my blog 5 mins ago, go read the post below. :p

i like this poem, cos its silly.
sounds like the author wrote it for fun. which is why i like it :)

Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore--
No doubt you have heard that name before--
Was boy who never would shut a door!

The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.

His father would beg, his mother implore,
"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!"

Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was as deaf as the buoy out at the Nore

When he walked forth the folks would roar,
"Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
Why don't you think to shut the door?"

They rigged out a shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore

But he begged for mercy and said, "No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a shutter, and then i will shut the door!"

-Anon-

and this because i can just imagine the darling brown rabbit.

Who'll Help A Fairy?
"Oh! what shall I do?" sobbed a tiny mole,
"A Fairy has stumbled into my hole;
It is full of water and crewling things,
And she can't get out, for she's hurt her wings.

"I did my best to catch hold of her hair,
But my arms are short, and she's still in there.
Oh! help her, white rabbit, your arms are very long;
You say you're good, and I know your strong."

"Dont bother me," the white rabbit said-
She shut up her eyes and her ears grew red-
"There's lots of mud and its sure to stick
On my beautiful fur, so white and thick."

"Oh dear! oh dear!" sobbed the poor little mole,
"Who'll help the Fairy out of the hole?"
A little brown rabbit popped up from the gorse,
"I'm not very strong, but I'll try, of course."

His little tail bobbed as he waddled in,
The muddy water came up to his chin;
But he caught the Fairy tight by the hand,
And helped her get to Fairyland.

But she kissed him first on his muddy nose,
She kissed his face and his little wet toes;
And when the day dawned in the early light,
The common brown rabbit was silvery white.

-Anon-

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Long Post No. 26354

yes, the number above is just an exaggeration.
dont comment.

sigh. my brother's going back tomorrow.
after extending his leave to almost a month. its weird.
after some time i normally get fed up of having him around the house, cos he hasnt been here much for the past 8 years, but then, i dont really ever want him to leave again.
i want him to go away, and yet i dont want him to.
and it makes sense, in this odd, sibling-y way. sigh.
which is why im emo-ing rite now.
because at 11.00 tomorrow i shall go back to being an only child.
sighhhh.

this whole holidays, ive been so super busy, i havent had the time to miss taylors. or G4.
and when we went back to sell books, i didnt feel all emo either. weird, huh?
BUT, it hit me when we were walking to mcdonalds, to wait for my mum. then i suddenly started missing everything. especially the way me and midge used to walk to starbucks (midge had to go all the way to mcd's) to go home.
funny how just a walk back home could stir so many memories.
rite now i feel like launching into a tirade of all the things that i miss, but...i shall not, out of sheer sympathy for everyone reading this.

i skipped driving today. called and told my instructor that i was sick.
im actually perfectly healthy. hehe. evilness.
my next class is on tuesday.
three jon-free, clutch-free, gear-free days.
pure bliss.
mebbe i'll call him on tuesday morning and tell him im sick again.
i am sick. of driving. so i wouldnt be totally lying.
not that lying bothered me any anyway.
oops.

kay, so yesterday, we went to the Philharmonic Orchestra.
for some Pygmalion thingy.
my mum wanted to go lah. she loves classical music.
i dont.
i love music.
as long as it was created after the 19th century.
and no, rap DOES NOT count as music.
i dont care who disagrees with me, but music is rhythm (did i spell tat correctly?) plus melody.
rap is just rhythm.
hence, rap is not music.
err. but back to the Philharmonic Orchestra, it was okay lah.
not a big fan of classical music.
and i really cannot understand why conductors have to be so dramatic.
the guy we had yest was overboard. he stood there and waved his arms like crazy, and he kept jumping once in a while so that al his hair would jump too. he was practically dancing lah. and i found it comical. oddly enough, it reminded me of szetho. i have no idea why.
so anyway, the concert-thingy-whatever-you-call-it consisted of three parts. and pygmalion is supposed to be about someone who builds a statue and falls in love with his own creation, rite?
however, (to me anyway) the whole thing sounded like a bunch of fairies were taking a walk in the woods, and it suddenly started raining.
yes, i do realise im pretty weird.
the first part was okay, the second part was very irritating and gave me a headache, but the third part, i'll admit, was really really nice. very dance-ish, very energetic. :)
i had a staring match with one of the violinists during the whole thing.
haha, k, no lah. i mean, he was 5 metres away from me, and all i know was he was looking in my general direction, so i stared at him. after i got fed up of trying to concentrate on the over-dramatic conductor.
so, but still, it WAS technically a staring match.
eventhough it was pathetic and one-sided.
hehe. i was bored lah!
oh, and white people look very different on tv.
they look nicer on tv. :p

so now that ive done with that, i shall move on to talk about the book i just finished.
"A Place Called Here" by Cecilia Ahern.
im fast becoming a fan.
the book isnt as nice as "P.S. I Love You" though. nowhere close. so it was a bit disappointing.
but nevertheless, it was a good read.
GO READ.
hehe. i was actually looking for "If You Could See Me Now", but MPH didnt have stock. sad.
and i wanted (i STILL want!) to buy Snakehead, by Anthony Horowitz, but but but...54.90 for a paperback kids book is ridiculous.
(does anyone still owe me a birthday present?)
i shall have to go turn over the mid valley MPH for If You Could See Me Now (since i already hunted every corner in parade's MPH..kay, no i didnt. i used the comp).

i was supposed to write a review on the book.
for no specific reason.
but im lazy.
also for no specific reason.

since im going to go study medic, rite..
i suddenly have a hundred and one aunties and uncles whom ive never seen before in my life, who are so proud of me, and are suddenly so very interested in my well being.
i swear to god, indian families are crazy.
especially mine.
these people are nuts wei!!
JUST because im going to study medic in IMU!
i mean, if i was gonna study medic in indonesia, or india, they wouldnt look twice at me.
but just because im the first in the family to get accepted to IMU (the others before me applied, got rejected, and went to india/indon) theyre so totally in love with me now.
freaky people.
i wonder what will happen when i graduate. eek.
oh, and the best part is, theyre all suddenly telling my mum that she shouldnt be so strict with me and blah blah blah..
if it wasnt for my mum, i'd turn around and tell them to go screw themselves. i mean, where were they all this while?? suddenly only THEY want to tell MY mum how to run MY life.
-.-"
my mum's been doing a pretty good job so far without them, and its annoying me that these people treat her like as though she doesnt know how to bring me up.
feel like slapping them and telling them to back off from her.
i swear lah, living in indian families is way worse than living in the middle of the india-pakistan war.
so much politics. bleh.
and yes, i know that chinese families have politics also, but take my word for it, no matter how bad it is, it'll be nothing compared to indian families.
at least, you'll have less drama. ><

ive run out of things to write.

oh wait, no i havent.
anyone remember the weird photographer i mentioned some time ago??
the one who kept following us around at some wedding n all?
well, guess what?
he appeared in The Star (on thursday, i think), page 14 of the main paper.
hes apparently a well known, award winning, malaysian filmmaker!!
swt wei!
his name is Deepak Menon.
and hes still weird.

k, now ive run out of things to write.

i have these 2 poems to share, but i shall put them in another post, because, theyre worth reading, and some of you may have decided to not finish reading this post, and miss out on the poem, and that would be a shame.
hehe.

yes i know i sound incoherent.
tired, but blogging. no idea why.

and though most of you probably will disagree,
i think vin diesel is supremely sexy. :)




~vid~

Confession (?)

i like looking at my blog.
after randomly blog-hopping, i like to come back to this page, and just look.
not necessarily to read. just to look at the font, and the colours, and the pig, and the title bar above, and the black background.

so yeah.
i like looking at my blog.

is it just me, or am i supremely weird?

~vid~

Incoherence

i is RICHHHHHHH!!!
muahaha.
k la, compared to everyone else i didnt make much money today.
only RM630.
for ONE miserable box of second hand books and my graphic calculator!!
so considering that i had lesser books and i made nearly the same amount of money as the others (szetho esp!), i would say im a better con artist. :p
cos seriously lah, trying to make a profit from selling used books requires alot of conning. hehe.
e.g. when ur selling textbooks, you tell everybody that they simply CANNOT surive without textbooks in class.
when you've sold all your textbooks and are left with the workbooks : "aiyo auntie, no need textbook wan auntie! use the workbooks! trust us, we've been thru it, dont waste ur money on textbooks la.. here, i'll sell u these for 10 dollars".
kekeke.
pragash was angel for letting us sell everything straight from his carboot. eventhough we'd originally planned to use sze's car. (sze got conned nicely by tat auntie la. 650 for everything!)
and shan was nice enough to help me sell my GC, but the guy ter-paid him extra, so he took commission, and gave me the 380. so no need to thank him too much lah.
and useless jun beng deserted me halfway thru to go AusEd. -.-"
BUT, im so very happy that i sold everything. so i dont have to go stand out there and con more people tomoro. very exhausting work. XD

oh, and guess what i did when i came back home?
sleep. hehe.
but before that, i somehow managed to drop a bottle full of iced water on my foot. you know, the 500ml kind of bottle? FULL summore.
blardie painful!
lucky i dropped it on my foot and not my toes la, i spose. ><>

oh, and i watched this movie yesterday!

and i never thought i'd ever said this, since im not a big fan, BUT shah rukh khan looks damn hot in this movie! :D and if you have no idea who shah rukh khan is, then i have nothing to say to you.
i shall be speechless-i-fied.
but its a damn nice movie, honestly.
with only TWO songs. i mean, which HINDI movie has only TWO songs??!
and no running around trees. no running around skyscrapers. cool, rite?
i have the cd if anyone wants to pinjam. with subs.
http://www.yashrajfilms.com/microsites/cdi/cdi.html
go see the website. :)

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Another Long Post --- for the sake of it..

i had the weirdest dream ever last night. and the worst part is, when i dream, i dont get rested. so i wake up the next morning feeling like ive been awake for the past 200 days.
im not good at writing out what my dreams were about.
and anyway, this one was so long that if i did write it out, u'd fall asleep halfway through and have nightmares.
but, a gist :
it had something to do with :
-me and my family going to the philharmonic orchestra.
-two old men.
-crossing a blue pedestrian bridge with my family, only it suddenly turned into a mega-sized maroon monkey bar when i tried to cross it, and i had to end up swinging myself across, at which point the road below us suddenly turned into this raging river.
-going out clubbing with some actress, daniel, and rema in what looked alot like the usj 12 school canteen. i mean it had tables and benches and everything and we were clubbing.
-waking up the morning after clubbing and reading news that kamlesh had just become the new teen politician, and was part of some AFK political party. i have no idea where kamlesh, of all people, suddenly came from.

and then today morning i was rudely woken up by the sound of my driving instructor honking outside my gate.
my driving class today was supposed to be in the afternoon.
so i had my maid go tell him to "please go away and i really cannot go for driving now".
i suppose it was rude, but i was so tired from dreaming all night that i really couldnt get up and shower and get dressed at ultraspeed, and also because you do not come and wait outside my house at 8.00 in the morning when u tell me ur coming at 2.00 in the afternoon.
i couldnt go back to sleep though, so one hour later, when i got out of the shower (yes, i take a hundred million years to shower), i called him and explained, cos i felt bad for telling him to go away.
so he said it was okay, and that he'd come after 10.
.
.
.
he came at 9.30.
im beginning to wonder if his watch is set hours ahead of time.
driving today was a total nightmare.
he picked the best day to give me a completely-on-the-road-and-im-not-telling-you-when-to-change-gears-lesson.
have i mentioned that i was already exhausted??
so yeah, nightmare. and i could hardly concentrate.
and for some weird reason, the car felt super light today. or mebbe that was my head.
and, oh god, the BEST part was, on the way home, he told me my driving had been horrible, and he was shocked and if i just broke up with my boyfriend.
...
i just stared at him.
and he took that to be confirmation that i had broken up with some so-called boyfriend and that he was psychic.
utter r-u-b-b-i-s-h.
the i gave him another stare, and said that it was a shame, cos i didnt have a boyfriend to break up with in the first place.
he didnt get it.
so i dropped the subject. sigh.
i pity people who do not recognise sarcasm. i especially pity people who do not recognise it in its mildest form.

so i came back home after that, feeling really lousy.
and then i sat and read my storybook for a while, til this point where i was so drowsy i had to read one sentence five times to make sense of it.
and then i went to sleep.
then i woke up and had lunch, and drowned my eyes in eye-mo..
and went to sleep.
then i woke up and here i am blogging. mainly because if i sleep summore, i wont sleep at night, and insomania does not appeal to me rite now.
but seriously, all i wanna do is go back to sleep.

its weird, cos some days i feel like this. lethargic, and drowsy, so much so i wonder if i'm on something.
some days im so perky i scare myself.
some days im normal. maybe in 1 out of 7 days.
im considering the possibility that im sick.
ive been so sinus-y and headachy this whole hols that i probably wouldnt realise if i had a flu or fever.
my eyes hurt. :(

and jea mie, the gisele i meant is the model.
but it suddenly occured to me that i may have spelt her name wrong.
wasnt the girl in enchanted also called gisele or smthng??
i cant remember a thing about enchanted.
excpet that the chipmunk was cute and that patrick dempsey was oh-so-sexy, and that i finally understood why everyone else was so all-over him.
i didnt get why before, because, NO, i do not watch grey's.
you may all die of shock now.

and i do think roberto carlos has the most gorgeously adorable smile ever.
go check him out on youtube. i very lazy to go open and find a video of him smiling to post up here.
cos my comp suddenly got problem.
my cousins having been using it all this while, and ive been using my dads laptop in the meantime. i think i mentioned it to some of you.
or, no, on second thought, i think i mentioned it to the 'some of you' who dont read my blog.
anyway, so my cousins having been hogging my comp til yesterday, so i got it back yest.
and i suddenly have a hundred million pop-ups claiming that my comp is infected, and my home page has shifted from yahoo to some weird anti-spyware-software-promoting website, and no matter how many times i change my home page back to yahoo, everytime i switch on IE, its tat stupid anti-spyware page. and my IE says 'hacked by pokemon'.
e.g. "Blogger : 3 Blind Mice - Create Post - Hacked by Pokemon"
i have no idea wtf they did to my comp.
im soooo annoyed, i tell you.
jz waiting for my bro to buy me an external hard drive so that i can move all my junk that i want to keep (i have collected alot of junk on my comp - songs, documents, movies), and then send my comp for reformatting.
sigh.
after that i'll have to install and upload so many things all over again.
i am never letting anyone use my comp again.
they can go to cc n use if they want. 'tooopid peoples.

~vid~