Have your bloody car and eat it too

This what I call culinary genius.

Aftermath

THANK YOU (:
to the surpisingly large number of brave souls who gave the test an honest shot. It doesn't matter whether you've gotten a 40 or a 100, I'm not going to discard you as a friend just because you didn't make the passing grade so please stop chewing my ass off regarding the 'How-The-Hell-Am-I-Supposed-To-Know-The-Color-Of-Your-Room-When
-I-Didn't-Even-Go-To-Your-House' issue pretty please?

But I have to say, I'm admittedly both pleasantly surprised and proud of Lisda and WeiMing for your high scores. Bangin' job, both of you. It's a waste that the only time you guys drop by my place, the wall was indeed lavender. But it got repainted at the end of last year, so that's too bad. Don't grumble about that 10 marks anymore Lis, you've always liked 9 better anyway. (: And Ming, much as you like to perceive me as a sexually-obsessed maniac, there are other things that I am hooked on that isn't carnal. (HAHA)

(Shaowen, I know you got full marks but you did humbly admit that you didn't know the answers to 3 of the questions and that luck got you through! Haha but nevertheless, well done!At least you got 7 right, which is more that what most of the rest can rightfully claim. Heh.)

But any any any way! It's still a terrific job, all of you. Regardless of the 20s, 30s, 40s and so on, your low score might just be the perfect excuse to meet up more often anyhow! :D

Please give it a shot....

...regardless of the familiarity of our relationship even if you're just my brother's girlfriend's bestfriend's cousin's older brother's pet goldfish, ( in which you will probably fail miserably) but you get my drift.

Create your own Friend Test here

Toodles!

To Pris

Bestfriend, what happened to us. Something feels wrong.
(I miss you, alot)

A Meme!

Merelda tagged me with this meme!
(And yes, doll. I do miss the bitchings, OH, the bitchings! Lord, we are a couple of hopeless bitchqueens! Your tagboard really do suck balls, it rejected all of my tags! Jeez. Bloody thing isn't good for my self-esteem, I swear.)

Rules of the game:
Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!

(I think I did something of this sort before, so pardon me if you see the same weird habits appearing again.)

1. I cannot sleep beyond 9am. Even on weekends or in the aftermath of an exhausting day, my body jolts awake before 9am. Without fail. There's once I woke up with a certainty I might have finally breached the 9am routine, and I peered at my mobile and it says 9:01. Bah.

2. I detest mayonnaise and tartar sauce. Detest as in, if you ever trick me into consuming something with mayo or tartar sauce I will be very, very ticked off and not speak to you for perhaps the rest of the day.

3. I HATE KFC, in capital letters.

4. I've never watched a horror flick/TV show until now. Never ever, and not ever planning to. My friends tricked me into the theater showing some horror flick once, when I found out, I walked, or rather, hightailed out of the room before the opening credits.

5. I love collecting slick, gorgeous shopping paper bags. It's got to be paper.

6. I want to try out relationships with guys of other races and religions before ever settling down. I have a insanely deep preference for Malay Muslim boys please! Ask my elevens, they know. HEH.

7. I am an impulsive shopper. Hence the thousand and one items in my wardrobe that I have not worn even once.

8. I very much prefer to sit in the front seats on public buses, the kind where four seats are grouped together facing each other, the one facing the driver. Color me unglamorous, but I like to streeeeetch my legs.

9. I find it amusing to be sitting here, wrecking my brains to dig out 10 weird habits about myself.

10. I realized I'm fresh out, so here are the six people :
#1. Eileen
#2. Melissa (Chan)
#3. Joyce (Chai)
#4. Carolyn (No more excuses for bad fillers!)
#5. Wei Ming
#6. Yvonne (who in turn, can tag the rest of kgang)

Till next time,
Tze

Etiquette 101

Ladies, you do not spread your legs wide apart when devouring, of all fruits, a banana. It's rather inappropriate, in more ways than one.

I miss Joyce. Can't you tell?
(HAHAHA)

A Teaser

Sunshine after the rain. (:
Everything is A-okay now. But still, it was a bloody terrible rain to begin with, more like a huge ass storm. But water under the proverbial bridge and all, let's move on to pleasant weather.

My brother chose the perfect time to snooze in my room, with the curtains shut tight and forbade me to switch on any form of lights, so I can't see nuts on what I'm actually writing so I'm going to do this long overdue ode/tribute to IJC netball team and the players some other time when I'm not half-blind.



INNOVA NETBALL HOLLA!

(Shit I realized I'm not going to see my classmates for about three weeks and that suck balls. )

(Not) Strong Enough

Disclaimer: If you can't take the words, leave. I'm going through a rough patch now, I don't need your indignation over words I wrote in the foulest of moods. If you are going to judge me on this entry, you might as well stop thinking that you understand me in any wee bit.

Be Strong.
(Today is ironically, my parents' 21st Anniversary)

It's tragically funny how you only realize the extent of your own tenacity in moments so adverse, you thought you might just literally come apart, but yet somehow, you managed to pull through, for just another day. Because you know you got to be strong, sane and steady, nobody else is.

(Go Tze Go.)

I realize I need a friend at this period. Desperately. Not the kind that are all words and nothing else. I have no need for comforting placation now, I have no need for a solitary text message expressing concern, because it's so damn easy to text the words and press send. No sweat off your nose, no charge to your bill. You only lifted your finger to help, literally. 10 cents is what I could've easily spared to any stranger on the street, much less a friend. No "I-will-be-there-for-yous" bullshit when you're in reality, actually a good distance away. And don't get your panties in a bunch, this is not a jab to anyone in particular, but just an overall generalization.

(No, I'm not referring to you.)

I need the kind of friend I used to have in secondary school, the kind that took a cab down because I needed him, the kind that lent me a shoulder to sob on, mucus and all, without flinching, without hesitation. The kind who sat silently next to me when I wallowed in my misery like a self-centered bitch, without any exchange of words, but just this quiet silence and his/her mere presence for me to draw strength, comfort, friendship from. Because sometimes, all we need is just a tangible form of solace. Something real, not a message in a phone, not little testimonials in Friendster, not a dismissive comment on Haloscan. Not these little technological conveniences created that debases the genuine flavor of friendship. No, call me, spare the time to hear me out, or listen to me wail. Find me, give me a hug and tell me in person everything will be alright, squeeze my shoulders and tell me to stay strong. Otherwise, it's alright thanks, but no thanks.

(You are probably thinking right now, "She has plenty of friends that will be there for her. I won't be able to make a difference.". Funny how every single one of you think alike, don't you think?)

Fuck it all, everything is in a royal mess. The world can kiss my ass and go screw a rat.