Speaking of results, ain't I nervous? Sigh.

I find myself Googling for ways to reduce the size of thighs, ain't I desperate? Sigh.

I actually thought it was my jeans going out of shape. But in fact, I've put on weight. Plus the jeans going a little out of shape... Emm..

I woke up this morning and look in the mirror. OMG whats with the dark eye circles?!!

Supposedly sufficient sleep does not eliminate dark eye rings. I slept at 10pm last night.

I am going to exercise. Maybe eat a little lesser(hesitating...). So I could fit into the new pair of trousers. Hopefully. Because mom will skin me alive.

After bugging her for a long time she finally bought me a pair of black jeans. She asked for a 28'. I said no I'm not so fat. Then I say 27'. Then I squeezed myself in. Mom says is it too tight? I said no man no it's great. Just nice.

And so I found my aim this hols. Awesome.

The Grudge

Today is the 26th of November. My passport is not renewed yet. I am very frustrated. Can my parents not give me so much excuses. Spoon.

I shouted at my mom because she dragged me for the whole month and the way she says things sounded like my stuff is not at all urgent. Great.

Why when I have my finals I have to sit in my isolated room while everyone is watching movies the hell out of them. But when my sister is having her SPM she could lie on the sofa in the living room and supposedly I have to turn off the TV and accommodate with her. Awesome.

I watch sports games during the hols

I am currently following the World Grand Championship Cup (WGCC). Checking out volleyball hot guys.

The Egyptian team has their King (technically the ancient King) to play for them, the Pharoah. His name is A. Salah.

I do not know about resemblance in this picture. But watch the game please. I find him amusing :)

Oh and by the way, BWF men's doubles semifinal second set point 19 to 21 was superb. We lost the third set though, so we lost.

War of the Confectioneries

There was a butterfly fluttering its wings in front of me and a thought crossed my mind. The powder is going to come off and make me sneeze. True enough, I sneezed. Then I had another bizarre thought. The powder would multiply and turned everything smoky. The butterfly will increase in size while I shrunk. And it happened. Then I thought, maybe it’s a giant moth, not a butterfly. And the yellow-greenish butterfly turned into an enormous grey moth. Now it would open its mouth and speak. The giant moth opened its supposed mouth and said, “My name is Spongebob Squarepants.” I giggled uncontrollably. The moth has now turned into Spongebob with a pair of gray wings. No. Squidward look better with the wings. The creature that looked like Squidward opened its mouth and said, “My name is Squidward Tentacles.” Meanwhile, I could see his big nose wobble and I grinned crazily.

“Our nation is under attack. The King summons you.” Okay, this is crazy. The next moment I find myself kneeling in front of the King. His Majesty spoke, “My great warrior, do you know who am I?” Yes. You are Darth Vader. That was because he looked like Darth Vader, smells like Darth Vader, and feels like Darth Vader. I screamed, you are an evil king! I will not fight for you! But he’s not Darth Vader. The King took off his mask and I had the shock of my life. McDull appeared as King. “I am the Prince of Polo Buns. The king of Egg Tarts has sworn to take us down.” This time, I laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks. Omg this is crazy. The King spoke again. “You, my mighty warrior, will lead my army against them and return in triumph!” Just as the words leave his mouth, an army of assorted buns roared in consent and of high-spirit, “All hail the King of Buns!!!”

The Prince of Polo Buns pronounced me knight with the title ‘Naik Buns’. “Go forth! And return in victory! Crush the enemy and vindicate my people.” My army and I stood in front of our fort and await the arrival of the king of Egg Tarts and his legion. Soon a line of assorted tarts appeared in the distant horizon. All sorts of tarts. Traditional egg tarts, Portuguese egg tarts, pineapple tarts, fruit tarts, all freshly baked from the oven. The aroma of the newly baked enemy intensifies the spirit of my army, and the buns roared, chanting the national bun anthem. I raised my bread-cutting knife, and shouted, “For McDull!” My legion echoed in enthusiasm. “Chaaaarge!!!” And the War of the Confectioneries has begun. I rushed forth and sliced a few tarts into halves. Tart fillings and pastries were scattered everywhere. This is a cruel battle. I hope that history would not repeat itself. I thought as I see my fellow soldier disembowel an opponent. The hardened pastry was cut open and soft fillings of baked eggs poured out like coagulated blood. The enemy soldier gave a heart piercing shriek and he died as his body fell amongst the carcasses of his comrades.

Just then, I heard another shriek. My fellow companion in war, Lieutenant Red Bean Paste Bun, arched his back in pain as the spear of a brawny fruit tart pierce through his stomach. When my eyes met his, I saw horror and fear in his small black pupils. My heart stopped beating as I see his stomach being ripped open and red bean paste gushed out like a fountain. Anger filled my head and I rushed to the fruit tart who killed my friend. With my anointed knife, I sliced the tart into pieces but the pain of the loss of a friend did not recede even as I watch pieces of fruits falling before my eyes. Our army was winning, and more tarts were being killed. We charged forth, more tarts ran in fear. Someone shouted, “Take down their King! Take down their King!” We charged to the end of the enemy’s legion and I saw a humongous piece of egg tart radiating rays of glorious golden egg fillings. You are beautiful. I said to the King of Egg Tarts. He smiled a shy smile, “Well, it’s the golden syrup I paint on myself everyday…”

“For McDull! For Red Bean!” General Kaya Bun stormed forth and sliced the king into half. Hence, the end of the war.

Back in the palace, we were feasting with the King. The Prince of Polo Buns raised his cup, inviting us for a toast. “For the late Red Bean! For our foreign warrior with K.O Count of 2563!” Everyone cheered. I was given the hand in marriage of the Princess.

The sound of a car honk pulled me out of my reverie. I glance at my worthless suitor and walk out. He studied me from head to toe, squinted his eyes and blurted, “Why are you dressed like you’re going to the market?” “Well, if you wish to appease me, you would bring forth the sexy leather jacket I adore.” “What? I thought I told you not to ask me buy you things for I take that as materialistic.”

Yes, and you may leave.

What I can say is that I've really busted something. By chopping my fringe (which is too long). By myself (which is the big wrong...).

Description:

1. Dog-bite

2. Too short until it's sticking out.

I've regretted much. Blame my mom for not bringing me for a proper haircut.

So much for small eyes and hair that defy gravity. Perfect combination.

"Ooh baby don't you know I suffer

Ooh baby can you hear me moan..?"

Sorry I just felt like I must quote something from Muse.

Even until now, I do not know how to customise my blogskin.

Tsiyin Nicole heeeelllpp!!

2012

I have planned to watch 2012, but then I wanted to wait for the pirateds...

Hence, the birth of conflicts.

Apparently the world's gonna end because the Mayan calender ended at 2012. History Channel took chunks of Nostradamus' philosophy and some verses from the book of Revelation to explain.

I don't know. But why 2012? Maybe the Mayans just got really tired after writing hundreds of years of calenders so they just stopped?

But then, if Judgement Day is so predictable then it wouldn't be God anymore.

But then, if everything's gonna end at 2012. I'll only be 22... Young and beautiful(face now beaming with unusual light)... Not married no kids(I want to have at least four)... Don't want man!!

The Time Traveler's Wife

I do not regret watching Time Traveler's Wife!!

Plot:

1. Henry was in car with his mother singing, then they met with an accident.

2. Henry's head hit somewhere. Was injured.

3. Henry started to disappear. He screamed. His mom watched in horror.

4. Henry traveled in time to a week before his mother died.

5. Henry traveled back to where then accident happened.

6. His mother died in the crash. He didn't because he 'teleported'.

7. Henry met with Claire when she was 6 and he was 40 something.

8. They got married when they were 20 something.

9. Then a whole bunch of weird things just happen got to watch it I'm so lazy to tell.

10. Then Henry supposedly died.

11. Oh and before that, they had a daughter called Alba.

12. She could travel through time too.

13. So Henry supposedly died, but then he appeared time to time after his death and his loved ones could still see him even after he's dead. Because he could travel through time.

I've just wrote a very bizarre plot. Spoiled everything. But I enjoyed it so much because it was so romantic... They're just a really good-looking pair.

It's a romantic movie though some may call it a sci-fi with so called time traveling genes and stuff. The Dr. Kendrick a genaelogist (idk supposedly ppl who study genetic traits) was of little importance although I actually expect him to come up with something to cure Henry. He just became a friend to the family. I was like, "What..?"

At the end of the movie I sighed a sigh of relief. Maybe I was somewhat ready. Anne's ending was much more touching. I was quite sure she co-wrote the book hehe.

"So he kept disappearing and reappearing. Then one day he saw her and she saw him. And they know it was the last time they're gonna see each other."

But awh, it wasn't so I didn't cry. But then, I had waters welling up to be honest. Aah whatever >.<