Beautifully Imperfect.

It's only the second day of the week, and I'm already dragging myself through classes. I tell you, I'm a serial addict to weekends. I can't get enough. Ahhhhhh.

In the library, blogging now. The connection here is so much faster than my even-snails-can-crawl-faster dial-up connection that I have at home. Only that college computers' mouses suck. And their keyboard is terribly stiff. So I'm making a whole lot of noise when I type.

I dropped by at Ms. Lee's office after class, to check on my final grades for the mid-course exams. I found out that my current average is 1% away from the potential 20% partial scholarship into Monash University. It's like this horrible, stinging feeling of that deja-vu, cliched case of so near, yet so far. Damn. It's only first semester, but everything can ONLY GET WORSE in the second semester. More things to cover, assignments due, oral presentations, longer exams. Plus, we have our kindy Moral Studies teacher. I'm going to have to work doubly-hard and cut down my precious TV and sleeping and lepaking time by half too. I'm beginning to wonder if I can do that. Cutting down on my vices and indulgences is one thing, but working extra hard is another. And even if I do get to the working extra hard thing, maintaining my current grades is a whole new ball game, plus, I have to improve by 1%. I sure as hell don't want to miss the bloody scholarship by 1 single anal percent.

Must, must, must think about the possible cash I can save. It would help my parents loads, considering that my dad is semi-retired. And on top of that, I know it would make my parents the proudest two people in the entire world.

If that's the case, better go get started on Math. Like, right NOW.

Hey, K Vin, you just walked past the library's computer lab. Hey! Hey! Yeeeeesh, walk so fast. What larh.

Accounting class got cancelled today, so I skipped the rest of my classes to go for a haircut with Mary. Got a teeny trim, cause I was getting split ends. I wonder why split ends happen. Does that mean my hair's unhealthy or something? It doesn't really look unhealthy, though. Right? Right? Lol, I need some assurance here.

We went to Kimarie's in SS2, and went up to the first floor, which is the hairdressing school. RM 3.50 for a haircut, done by the students there. Of course, the supervisors will touch up on your hair after the students are done. Oh trust me, you gotta be real patient. I took two hours to wash, trim and blow my hair. But well, I kept on thinking of the money I'll save. Haha. She said she'd never washed anyone's hair who was as long and thick as mine, and kept on going back to the washing area to get shampoo. THREE TIMES. Cause the shampoo she brought back wasn't enough for my hair. Lol. It was kinda funny actually.

After what seemed like ages, we went off to Wong Kok for lunch. Food's expensive and not that fantastic, but the environment is nice and comfy. Going to have our weekly girls night gathering in/out later at Murni's. Can't wait. We've all got a whole week of stories to update each other on. I'm glad that we're really making it a point and making an effort to meet up with each other at least once a week. Or else we could just drift apart like that.

Going to play badminton again tomorrow morning with Ching, Mary, Andrew, Lik Xiong and hopefully a few others. Yay. Must brush up on my skills. Haha. Must learn how to smash. I think it's the only other game I can play half-decently besides netball. Hey people, I'm a pretty okay netball player, you know, even though I look so clumsy playing basketball. They're NOT THAT similar, okayyy. Lol. Yes, and I AM being defensive here.

Oh yeah. Check out my newest TV show obsession. ONE TREE HILL. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. The basketball scenes are jaw-droppers. Especially the one-on-one session between Lucas and Nathan during the first episode. Plus, the guys are hot. Lol. What more could you ask for?

The poster featuring 'Nathan' and 'Haley'. I can't find the one featuring Chad Michael Murray.


Hmmm. Wonder whether the letter from college is here yet. Must go and intercept when the postman comes and screen the letter before my parents get to it. Lol.

Sigh. That's two weeks of holidays flown past, barely long enough. Waking up this morning was like paying a visit to the dentist. You know you gotta go, but every single part of you doesn't want to.

And damn, MUFY lecturers are efficient. Well, I mean, they should be for the amount of ker-ching we're paying them; but I sure as hell didn't expect to get our papers back for every class. Strolled into class expecting a nice, leisurely morning with Ms. Susila. [But then again, no morning with Ms. Susila is leisurely.] And wham, back come our papers.

Plus, maintenance didn't open up the divider for the classes, so two classrooms were joined into one big one. So one side, we had Ms. Susila telling us that we didn't do as well as she expected, and on the other end of the classroom, Ms. Sham was telling her class that they did horribly for Accounts and that they were idiots. Yeah. It's not as insulting when Ms. Sham says it, cos well, she's funny. So we forgive her. Lol. Wasn't our ideal back-from-holidays class.

Did pretty good. Way better than expected for Accounting. And as usual made a truckload of stupid mistakes in Maths B. Yep, so I'm a blur, blind, careless dingbat. Nothing new there.

Here are some pics from Mary's birthday; we celebrated yesterday by throwing balls down the alleys. Right. I wasn't a bowling superstar this time round, cause plainly, we weren't using kids lanes.

Reminder to self: Must bring nephews along to bowling in future. To ensure usage of kiddy no-longkang lanes without that much embarassment.

I had loadsa fun. Bowling and the long catching up-slash-laughing lunch session. Hope you did too, babe.

Me and the birthday girl, Miss Mary.

Clockwise from top left: Funny faces - Mary, Suki, Sat looking kiddy enough for the kids lanes, and Jo's not very creative attempt at a funny face.

Suki's work of art on the bowling alley computer-screen-i-don't-know-what-you-call-it thingy. Happily keying in the names, giggling to herself, while the bowling alley attendant was standing right behind her. He came to delete the names, while we all looked away, pretending we didn't know her. Oh yeah, Suki had one hell of a day, with this and her 360 degrees LITTLE incident. =P Teehee. Inside joke, sorry.


Oh no, more classes tomorrow. Oh yeah, we started Moral Studies today. The teacher is most definitely one in a million. Most definitely. She taught an auditorium full of Pre-U students how to find their lil clock buddies. Wheeeeeee! Yeah, Ching is my 9 o'clock buddy. I have another three more buddies. 12 o'clock buddy, 3 o'clock buddy, and 6 o'clock buddy. Gee, imagine that.

Woke up Friday morning feeling sleepy. As usual. Only this morning we were supposed to go and fulfill our year and a half-long ambition of going for a dim sum breakfast. Lol. Well, for me and Jo and Andrew anyway. We talked about going for dim sum all the time back in form 5, but we always didn't end up going. Because we didn't think Diane could wake up in time. Haha. Yeah, we had that much faith in her.

So finally, we had our dim sum. Our next missions: seafood, steamboat, bak kut teh. Haha.

Was supposed to go for a game of badminton after that, but since Lik Xiong wasn't there yet, we went to the pet shop next to Ming Tien. Goodness knows why, but it's always fun cooing at little furry animals. Watched Andrew wonder out loud whether the little fishys in fish tanks say 'hello' to each other every time they swam past each another. Some imagination he has. Watched a few hamsters have an Ironman challenge in their cages.


Went off for our badminton game after that. The last time I played was way back in Standard Six, five years ago. I could, surprisingly, hit the shuttlecock. And even if I do say so myself, I was pretty good, and almost kicking Drew's ass at it. ALMOST. I'll get it right next time. I think I'm starting to like badminton more than attempting to play basketball. Haha.

Found out that Andrew purposely left me hanging while I was waiting anxiously for the NS results that night. He was playing some inane online game while I was fretting. So, it didn't actually take as long as it really did. You ass.

L-R: Lik Xiong, Andrew, Ching, Jo. Everyone's looking up. Lol. Yeah, duh, that's what they're supposed to do, but this looks really funny. Like they lost the shuttlecock and were searching for it in the air or something. Haha. Yeah, I was taking a breather. My stamina sucks.

Came back, all stinky and sweaty, all geared up to play again tomorrow. Since I had finally found another sport that I was actually halfway decent at. Hah!

Met up with some others at 1U's Chillis at night, for Mary's pre-birthday dinner. Awww. Hope you had fun kicking Sioki's ass at pool, babe. =P I played pool, and hit the bloody white ball into the hole. Six times. How embarrassing.

Ooh, and we also saw Pop Shuvit's drummer, RUDY, at Chilli's. *swoons*

Playing cards in Honeybee Cafe after 1Utama session. Ching & Suki - Hey Suki, there you are! [Haha, she was saying she doesn't get to see much of her face in my blog. Sheesh.]

Mary winning look while she was beating me at checkers.

Went home. Plopped into bed. Hibernated the night (and the next morning) away. Woke up with the after-effects of too much badminton. Muscle ache. Ugh. My right arm hurts, my feet hurt, my calves hurt, even my butt hurts. Don't ask why.

On the upside, it's MARY's birthday today! Loadsa lurve from me, babe. Let's wish you a wonderfully happy birthday. May you be blessed 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 365 days a year.

Also, Jovina turned 17 yesterday! I miss you so much, gurl. Thank goodness we're finally meeting up soon. In like 13 hours. Lol. Let's finally go get our licenses, can? Hope you had a great birthday. *big, long, knocking-air-out-of-you hug*

There's not much left of my holidays! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

You know what, the list of National Service trainees for the next 1988 batch is out. And I just have this horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'll be one of the chosen ones who should feel so 'bangga' and all that shit. Right. I mean, I'm fine with NS and all, but I don't exactly jump up and down at the idea of going, you know. Not patriotic. Not much.

I just gave Andrew my IC number... And he's checking for me now. NOW!

My fingers are shaking. I can barely type properly.

Oh no, it's taking so long.

I'm getting worried.

Andrew. What's. Taking. You. So. Long?

I think I'm getting high blood pressure, right here, right now.

He just replied me on MSN.

I don't wanna open the chat window!

Oh NO. Oh NO. Oh NO.

I take a deep breath and mumble "No, no, no, no..." under my breath to open the chat window. And he says "Okay, wait."

Grrrrrr.

I'm going to die from a heart attack. ANDREW!!!!!!!!!

Oh no. The chat window is blinking again.

And he says: TAHNIAH.
My heart drops. I've seen those SMSes that say 'TAHNIAH, anda terpilih'.

And then he says: Pemilik No. KP 880808436076 TIDAK terpilih.

I feel like texting everyone now to tell them the good news. Phew.

I'm bored. It's holidays. So, I shall give you guys your very first lesson on... who else?... ME. It's Wendy-O-Logy time.

I am lame. But it's my blog, so who cares? If you don't like it, get lost. Gosh, I'm just getting meaner these days, aren't I? It must be part of the aging process. Old and bitter.

So, here are just a few [Hah, a few is an understatement] things that you might or might not know, need or need not know, want or not want to know about me.

You can see how well you know me.

1. My Chinese name is Siew Lai. I used to hate it. But oh well, after you have great friends who insist on calling you by your Chinese name at times, it kind of gets stuck on you.
   
   
2. I have a humongous immediate family by today's standards. Dad, Mum, two older brothers and their wives, my sister and her husband, their four kids, two rascal dogs, and the latest addition, my puppy. Phew. Some list, huh? That sounded like those essays we used to write in primary school. Lol.
   
   
3. I actually wear glasses. Most of you are used to seeing me in contacts all the time.
   
   
4. I have long rebonded jet black hair. It's so black that I dyed it once, and it still looked black. I love my black hair...
   
   
5. ...But I still get a lil itchy and feel like dying it sometimes.
   
   
6. I like maths. And no, I'm not nuts. Yet.
   
   
7. I hate being ordered around by people. If you want me to do it, at least say 'please' or 'thanks'.
   
   
8. I sing strictly in the shower. And during karaoke sessions.
   
   
9. I'm pretty lousy at piano. But somehow, miraculously, managed to scrape past Grade 8. Thank God.
   
   
10. I realized a lot of things about God recently that I have pushed to the back of my mind before. He is there for me, regardless. I always knew that, but somehow it hit me pretty strongly recently.
    
    
11. I'm not bad at netball...
    
    
12. ...But am extremely uncoordinated at all other sports. Especially basketball. I think the number of times I've been hit by the ball is four times more than the goals I've scored. Pathetic, I know.
    
    
13. When I was a baby, I was completely bald.
    
    
14. I love mangoes.
    
    
15. And cookies and cream ice cream.
    
    
16. I'd like to write a novel one day.
    
    
17. I was a heeeee-uge Winnie the Pooh fanatic. In fact, Sioki and I bonded over Winnie the Pooh. That's how I got so close to her. Lol.
    
    
18. I've only been to three countries outside of Malaysia...
    
    
19. ...And am dying to visit more.
    
    
20. I fall pretty hard for guys who play guitar. Stupid, I know.
    
    
21. I like white roses and lilies.
    
    
22. I want to watch 'Jerry Maguire' badly. Anyone got the VCD?
    
    
23. I have big feet. I wear size seven. Sometimes six. I love the salespeople who tell me I'm a size six.
    
    
24. I think 'Akademi Fantasia' is totally overrated.
    
    
25. I love watching soppy movies. And I cry at them too. Yes, and I cried at 'Brother Bear'. I don't know why.
    
    
26. I've gotten hooked on 'CSI:NY' recently.
    
    
27. I can speak and understand Cantonese pretty well...
    
    
28. ...But am awful at Mandarin. Those 4 years of classes all went down the drain.
    
    
29. I like dancing. Even though I may look stupid.
    
    
30. I can bake. And I enjoy it. Mainly because my family's so huge, so whatever I bake finishes pretty quickly. It's self-satisfying. Yay.
    
    
31. I can't swim. Sheng saved my life at camp when I fell in the water. Haha. Ooh, drama. I was wearing a life jacket, ANYWAY. =P
    
    
32. I think sarcasm is a honed art all by itself. Lol.
    
    
33. I know I am so lucky to have so many wonderful friends. You all know who you are.
    
    
34. I have a purple thumb when it comes to gardening.
    
    
35. I could sit down all day long in front of the TV.
    
    
36. I may seem stuck-up at times, but I'm actually not. It's just cause I didn't see you. Or that I'm just being blur. Which happens a whole lot. Really.
    
    
37. I can be an awful stickler for grammar and punctuation sometimes. Notice how I usually only have three period signs at once. Like this : '...' Usually is the key word, though.
    
    
38. I contradict myself all the time.
    
    
39. My birthday falls on 8/8/88. Yep. And I love it. Thick-skinned, aren't I? That was a huge hint. Haha.
    
    
40. I have a pink towel. And a green tooth brush. Haha.
    
    
41. I once fell asleep when I was on the toilet bowl. Mind you, I was probably about six. Lol.
    
    
42. I went for a choral speaking competition in Standard 6. where I wore the most awful shirt, long skirt and hat that you'd ever see. I had to whack Paul with a rolled up newspaper stick which was meant to be a vacuum cleaner. Haha. I was this mother, and he was Jack, as in Jack and the Beanstalk.
    
    
43. And then I played an abused child in the drama competition in Form 5, and got whacked in return with a rolled up newspaper stick again. I actually had bruises, from Wei Soon, my drunk father. Lol. Makes we wonder whether I gave Paul any bruises back in Std. 6. Oops. Sorry.
    
    
44. I also had a love scene in that very same drama competition. And I hated it. If you have any pictures of that embarassing scene, please destroy them! I'm begging you here.
    
    
45. I can be extremely competitive. Being in the most kiasu class in Form 4 & 5 certainly fuelled that...
    
    
46. ...But all the same, I wouldn't have traded in my two years in Cempaka for anything. It was like family, you know.
    
    
47. I'm still using the same quilt that I've been using for the past 10 years. It's blue with teddy bears, rainbows and stars all over it. Owwhhh.
    
    
48. I've started keeping journals countless times, but never stuck to writing in them.
    
    
49. I hate bean sprouts a.k.a. tauge with a vengeance...
    
    
50. ...And celery too.
    
    
51. I read tons and tons of chick lit.
    
    
52. I am extremely BLUR. With three capital B's. BBBLUR. Like that, yeah. And LAME. With three capital L's too. LLLAME.
    
    
53. I'm actually half Singaporean. My mum is from East Singapore. That explains the kiasu blood in me, doesn't it?
    
    
54. I wish I had dimples. Wonder how I'd look.
    
    
55. I used to be crazy over Westlife. Gosh. That seemed like lifetimes ago. I used to write fanfiction about them too. And I actually won one online award. *blushes* Lol!
    
    
56. I can't wait to get my driver's licence. Three more months!
    
    
57. I think guys looks extremely good in polo shirts. Especially light, light pink ones. Or when they sort of pull the collar a little up. Am I making much sense?
    
    
58. I can be pretty old-fashioned. I think guys should make the first move.
    
    
59. I used to love watching Power Rangers as a kid. I used to imagine I was the Pink Ranger. Lol.
    
    
60. When I was seven, I woke up once, thinking that there was a bad guy under my bed. I ran downstairs, got my maid, grabbed a broom and came back up to attack him. It turned out to be my stuffed elephant. had a big imagination even as a kid, huh?
    
    
61. I like poetry.
    
    
62. My mum says I could recite the whole alphabet when I was sixteen months old.
    
    
63. I can't stand being stabbed in the back by someone I never thought would do it. If I don't know you, I don't care.
    
    
64. I can't stand those Malay 'dangdut' singers. And their lame video clips.
    
    
65. I need music when I study.
    
    
66. I usually only use Uniball Signo 0.38 pens to write.
    
    
67. I would like to join Malaysian Idol, but I don't know if I have enough guts to face Paul Moss.
    
    
68. Let's see.. I like... Gary Neville, a footballer with Man United...
    
    
69. ...Andy Roddick, past US Open Champion and fantastic tennis player...
    
    
70. ...And Kimi Raikkonen, the hot, quick, perfect F1 driver. Haha!
    
    
71. I watch all those TVB dramas on Wah Lai Toi at night with my whole family. And I enjoy it. Lol. We bond over TV-watching.
    
    
72. I like you if you can make me laugh.
    
    
73. So far, out of all the Malaysian acts, I think Juliet the Orange is one of the best.
    
    
74. I think Natasha Bedingfield's, Gavin DeGraw's and Howie Day's lyrics are brilliant.
    
    
75. I love getting great bargains and shopping where there are mega sales. But then again, who doesn't?
    
    
76. I love 'A Walk to Remember'. And '10 Things I Hate About You'. Watched them so many times.
    
    
77. I don't go around telling people all my secrets.
    
    
78. I failed my formative Add Maths in Form Five...
    
    
79. ...But other than that, I've never gotten a 'C'. *beams proudly as ego bloats*
    
    
80. I was extremely rude to Puan Zakiah once. But she deserved it. Hmph.
    
    
81. I have more than my fair share of embarassing moments. I thought the rice cooker was my dustbin. And I threw some trash in. While the rice was cooking. Lol. The other moments are way too embarassing to share. Although, I'm sure my KIND friends will gladly fill you in.
    
    
82. I like the Honda Jazz. And surprising, I don't really like sports cars. Ching says that shows I'm more inclined to start a family. Or something along the lines of that. God.
    
    
83. I absolutely adore Italian food. Spaghetti, lasagna, yummy.
    
    
84. I have tons of CDs, but only a few are not pirated. I'm a horrible citizen, aren't I?
    
    
85. I have a ridiculously expensive bag from my siblings for my 16th birthday, and I don't use it in fear of scratching it. How dumb is that? Must dig it out to use it more often.
    
    
86. I think guys these days are too short. Why is that?
    
    
87. I want to watch 'Sepet'. And I also want to go for Starlight Cinema.
    
    
88. I'd like to have three children. After I'm married, of course. Lol.
    
    
89. I like going to church. I feel at ease there.
    
    
90. When people ask me to choose a number between 1 to 100, or whatever, I always say a number which has the digit '8' in it. It's more because of my birthdate, and not so much because of it's Chinese connotation.
    
    
91. I find it hard to work with people who are stuck-up and who speak in a somewhat demeaning manner. Yes, Biatch, I'm talking about you and your kupu-kupu mate.
    
    
92. I actually quite like to listen to Chinese songs, even though I can't for the life of me understand what they're singing sometimes.
    
    
93. I get awfully a lot of Indian guys propositioning me on Friendster. *scratches head*
    
    
94. I am a worrywart. Especially during exams and results time. Not good.
    
    
95. I try not to make failing an option.
    
    
96. I am 'syok sendiri'. And no, I don't know how to translate that to English if you don't understand. I had a metric measurement named after me, for goodness' sakes! Gee, thanks Wei Soon and Andrew. In our class, syok-sendiriness will be measured in Wendys. On a scale of one to ten. For example, if you were being pretty syok sendiri, the guys would say that you were being 8 Wendys. Poor me.
    
    
97. I think romantic guys are almost extinct. Anyone, anyone, guys wanna prove me wrong?
    
    
98. I love the sounds of light guitar strumming and a nice deep voice singing along to it.
    
    
99. I try to be happy. Why waste time being sad and depressed? Cliched, yes. But true.
    
    
100. Well, I think you didn't really really need to know all of the above...
     
     
101. ...But I can't believe I managed to reach 101, and that you still kept on reading till here. Haha. Give yourself a pat on the back if you did.

Yes. Lame, I know I am. But continue to read this blog, you shall. Trying to be Yoda, I am. Hee hee.

Howdy, folks. =)

Well, it's been a pretty typical family weekend all round so far. Went for an early Daddy's Day celebration yesterday night at this cool seafood place at Kg. Kayu Ara. It's nice to see the whole family all dressed nicely, going out for dinner, cause well you know, we're such a huge family that we don't all get to go out together that much. Sometimes it's a hassle, and it's not easy to get everyone free at the same time.


That's me and my darling niece, Vanessa. It's usually so hard to get her to pose for pictures. She looks like a lil princess here in her new white frock. =)

Yeah well, this restaurant is pretty interesting. There's this heeeuge selection of seafood. Many, many types. They have them in tanks, and lil kids just go and stand in front of them, ooh-ing and ahh-ing. Well, me included. Haha. They even have some kind of fish in like this fancy drain-looking pond (lol. well, i don't know how else to describe it) surrounding the tables.

My mum: Hey, look at the fake fish. So cute!

Insulted restaurant owner: They're real.

Now you guys know where I inherited the blur-ness from, huh?



Ate the normal seafood. You know, fish, crab, prawn, squid. Yummy. Had a plate of clams.
"Wen Kor, why the seafood uncle serve us only seashells to eat? He's cheating our money, larhhhh."

I chewed down a Japanese snail. Yes, I did. I mean, I've eaten escargots before, soaked in a nice cheesy garlic sauce where you couldn't really taste anything at all, except garlic and cheese. Yeah, well, duh of course, but anyway, the ones we had yesterday were really quite awful tasting. And slimy. Urgh. And of course things didn't help that Aaron was giving everyone a live commentary while I was trying to keep the slug down in my stomach where it should not even be in the first place.

"Wen Kor!!!! Eeeeee-yerrrrr. After the snail crawl around and leave a lot of slime in your stomach then you know. Yucks."

Thanks a lot, boy.

Oh yeah, have I ever told you guys that my oldest brother is a Star Wars geek-freak-nerd-maniac-fanatic? Well. Take a look at him, and you'll just see why.


That Darth Vader mask/helmet-lookalike has this cool voice box thing, where it changes your voice and makes it sound Vader-ish. Haha. That thing scared the shit out of me. And my mum, too.

Brother / Darth : [in authentic Darth Vader voice courtesy of the mask/helmet] "Mummy. You. Have. The. Force. With. You."

Mum: [shrieks] "Sot chor ar lei? Kam tai chek yan chung kau mai yi tit kam ke yeh! Ngo yau huet ngak kor ka lei chi mou!" *rambles on and on* [Haha. For those of you who don't get it, she says : Have you lost your mind? Still playing with these kind of things even when you're so old! I have high blood pressure, you know!]

I had to type that in Cantonese to portray the true essence of Mummy. Haha. I laughed my arse off. Hilarious stuff.


Oh, oh, oh. And before I forget. I got a puppy! Ain't he absolutely adorable?


Loadsa lurve you all. I've still got another week of lazing, couch potato-ing and pigging out to go. Yay!

I see Sher Reen running towards me. Her figure, at first only a dot on the horizon, is now only a couple of metres away from me. In her hand she holds a silver baton. I start jogging on the spot, sweat dripping off my brow, heart pounding in anticipation. I can almost see the finish line from here. The adrenalin runs through me as the she passes the baton to me. I fumble... And drop it.

Time stops. I've dropped the Blogger's Baton, you all. I never liked relay races anyway.

Haha!!

For those of you who are slow, and do not appreciate my weak attempt at humour, clear out. This is obviously not the place for you. You need at least half a brain to understand me.

Gosh, I'm getting way too lame for my own good. It just sort of comes with the ton of free time, you know. Lol. Or maybe I should say drama queen. Oh come on people, I just miss writing fictional stories. You know, where everyone is perfect and they live in houses with white picket fences and three dogs. Some fluff or other, but I used to love conjuring them up a few years ago. More on that another day, anyway.

So anyway, I'VE BEEN TAGGED! Yeah, remember those catching games we used to play in primary school, which resulted in scraped knees, huffing and puffing? Yeah well, I'm IT now. Haha, who would've thought?

Anyway.. Here goes, dropped baton and all.

LAST BLOG I READ WAS : Sher Reen's of course. When I saw her running towards me with the baton and all. Hee hee. She also made me blush.

IMO, THE BEST ENTRY I HAVE EVER BLOGGED IS : Hmm, that's a pretty tough one. But I shall be modest, and not say all of them. *pauses* Yes, I'm just kidding. I think I'll go with the ones I started off with, back last year in December where I blogged pretty religiously. =)

FIVE BLOGS THAT MAY BE BETTER THAN MINE :

Sharmin, with her continuous razor-sharp gigantic bag of wits and sarcasm.
Sher Reen, whose language never fails to impress me, and whose classy layout I oh-so-adore.
Mei Ling, and all her cool anime backgrounds, plus, I love the way she rants.
Sheng, I love the way she updates regularly, telling us all about the day she had. It's familiar and comforting, warm and fuzzy. :) Am I making sense? Of course, I like to laugh at her too, lah!
Chris, because the topics he blogs on are well-thought out and defined. Rather than just my usual psycho-babble bull. He makes me think. Even though he's mean, and he keeps on ditching me. Hmph.

I KNOW MY READERS ARE ADDICTED TO MY BLOG BECAUSE : I'm too damn funny. And they like looking at my pictures. Hah! They're probably just thinking, "God, what a sad blog. Let's just visit it daily to make the visit counter go up."

I PASS THIS TO :

Sharm, because I miss you. And let's give you something Malaysian to do while you're over there fishing and what not. Freezing and all, and nearly drinking dishwashing liquid.

Sheng, because I miss you too, lah. And I so wanna see you answer the "I know my readers are addicted to my blog because..." part! Haha!

K Vin, because I want to disturb you! Mwahahahahahaha! Here's the baton, buddy! *inserts another evil chuckle here* Ain't I just mean? And sadistic? Nah, I just like the way you express yourself. It's so "frickin'" interesting. :) Yea, you use that term, like, tons.

Wern Ai, because your aunt won't ever see it. Lol. Giving you more opportunities at linguistic freedom. Not that you need it and all, you know. That's just it. I know that didn't make a hell whole lot of sense. But anyway, you're IT, because I say so. :) And I like the way you write. :)

So that's that, people! The Big Bad Blogger's Baton is coming your way. The guy who created this is probably wishing that it had never reached me at all in the first place.