Bowels of Steel

My goal for the week since Tuesday is to defaecate by Friday.
I have 12 hours remaining.
I ought to give up hope.
I live quite a healthy diet, plenty of water and fiber.
But as exams begin to approached, my bowels decided to malfunction.
On Wednesday, I decided to take things to the extreme.
Biology book says eat fiber, drink lots of water.
So I had four bananas and aubergines for lunch, oats and leafy greens for dinner and a great big banana.
I had 3.3 liters of water too.
All that and no progress.
Then I figured out that since I don't have a very sturdy stomach for dairy products, I had one serving of ice cream.
I never really liked ice cream. Too sweet. Corn makes it a double yuck.
Forced down one serving... Yuck.
No whatsoever effect. Bowels of steel?
15 hours 50 minutes left to Friday.
Lilian says, "get up at 5.00am and drink 1 liter of water."
Such a gross topic.
I shall get back to studying.

Tuesday

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."
Genesis 1: 1

I wonder what makes the fortunate complain about how their life sucks while the less fortunate live on telling themselves that tomorrow will be a better day.

100% Insane

I was peacefully doing some Additional Mathematics...
Then a strange creature named Jonas suddenly appeared...
And this strange creature was very creepy indeed.
The person who took all those photos had stolen my hair clip.

I conclude that it is very rare to come across a guy that is 100% sane.

Some Peace

I FEEL AT PEACE TODAY

Irritated Expressions

I know a particular person who really sets my temper off almost every week. I definitely do not have the patience of a saint or pleasant temper. What that really sets me off is the way this person talks. I find it rude especially the overly insulting bits which, are completely unnecessary. I was rather ticked off last Friday when this person interrupted while Cordelia was explaining about directions with, "You no need to tell them wan lah! They very blur wan lah!"

I get even more ticked off when this person asks how to do something and when somebody explains how to do, this particularly person would snap that we are doing it all wrong and that how can we be so stupid. That is just down right rude. What I think is that if you ask somebody for help, leave out the smart-mouthed comments and just listen and later seek for a second opinion from some other person.

Yesterday, I was pretty irritated. I happened to be discussing an undisclosed matter with a good friend of mine and this particular person got severely upset and threw a silent tantrum simply because this particularly person could not get it out of us what we were discussing about. I just do not see the need to throw childish tantrums when somebody refuses to do something of your will. I also get irritated by the way this particular person acts whenever someone this particularly person dislikes comes near.

Overall, I had always been irritated from time to time with this particular person since five years ago when I first knew this person. It is not that I hate or dislike but it is just that I get severely irritated too often. I seriously wonder what is keeping me from blowing up.

PN08: Retro Babyyyy

At Sarawak Club with different people.
More people and I. All kinds of people. All kinds of outfit.
The Voons and I. Miss MBKS Amanda knows too much stuff.
Interesting night, nice food and interesting title I got, "Miss Vain and Hot".
Now vain has a new definition.
This is the last Prefects' Night that I will or can ever attend.

Days Left

Iqmal asked, how many more days left to SPM?

54 days left to mock SPM
119 days left to SPM
140 days left until SPM is officially over

Seven

What I find interesting this week:

  1. I've got a fresh graduate doctor in the house, a.k.a my sister, who is back from Russia.

  2. There is a mad man at my neighborhood who stole my neighbor's undergarments. Creepy.

  3. Five pairs of disarticulated feet had been found in the sea at Canada.

  4. A self-proclaimed shaman in Indonesia murdered 42 women and drank their saliva because he believed that doing so would boosts his powers. He then buried their bodies in a sugar cane field. He was sentenced to death by shooting.

  5. To crack a SIM card pin, there are 10,000 probabilities of 4-numbered codes.

  6. I went to Anna Studio in the afternoon to take photos of my sister's graduation and my mum's "call to the bar" photos. Anna Studio is five times bigger than horrible My Wedding Collection and actually had real professionals (really old men and women) working in there.

Stupidity

"---Did I try too hard? But I guess I did---" Teddy Geiger sang from my phone.
I looked up from my Biology book and glared at my phone.
"SHIT YOU!"
It is that stupid 012****661 number again. Who are you??!!
Everyday missed call for half a year.
Keep saying stuff like why won't I talk to him, why won't I reply and all that shit.
I'll butcher you alive if I could! Then feed your remains to farm animals.
"---Did I try too hard? But I guess I did---" Teddy Geiger sang again.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
I picked up my phone and sent a short and polite SMS that I am busy.
My phone kept quiet for the rest of the day.
Until...

During BM tuition, my phone vibrated and the screen read 012****661
"Who are you??" I snapped.
"What? You don't know me?" the voice replied in a flirtatious way.
"Who the HECK are you?!"
"Are you sure you---" the voice began but I hang up, feeling very annoyed.
Then I switch off my phone and threw it into my pencil case.
A-S-S-H-O-L-E
After tuition ended, I switched on my phone to text Perry.
I saw three text messages from Mr. 012 that read,
"MARIA, I LOVE YOU."

Huh?? Who the heck is Maria? I am not Maria leh and so I replied so.
Another text message came,
"I KNOW YOU LIE BUT MARIA, I WILL ALWAYS FOREVER LOVE YOU!"
Feeling amused, I replied that he is chasing the wrong girl.
When I was at the bakery, he send a message,
"YOU ARE MARIA. YOU LIE. MY FRIEND GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER. I LOVE YOU!"
Then he called...
And I yelled...
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! CANNOT UNDERSTAND SIMPLE ENGLISH IS IT?! PEOPLE GOT WORK TO DO BUT YOU CALL, CALL, CALL! WRONG NUMBER LAH! SALAH NOMBOR! FAHAM ATAU TIDAK?! UNDERSTAND OR NOT! STOP CALLING LAH!!!"

HUNDRED FORTY

Today, I bought a new pair of Levis.
Making it a grand total of five pairs of jeans.
But two pairs hardly ever worn.


Today, I decided that I will only blog on Saturdays.
Why?
Well, because SPM coming...

ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY DAYS TO GO

Little Things

That is what you can get on the streets of Moscow, Russia with the power of Canon. I think "Miss. Five-feet-four-inches-tall-and-size-23" in my class will get wed to her perfect *cough cough cough* "Mr. Six-feet-tall-and-size-29" in 13 years time. I hope she remembers to serve me Chinese tea in a cup.

I bought "Thanks For The Memories" by Ceceilia Adhern and "Message In A Bottle" by Nicholas Sparks at MPH Bookstore yesterday.

Pop Went The Lizard

There was a big and fat lizard on my bedroom wall. I looked at it. It looked back at me as if to say,

"I am in your bedroom, I am in your bedroom. Nyah nyah nyah!"

So, I threw the door stopper at it. It scampered across the wall and hid in between the metal hinge of my bedroom door. I stood there for a moment and wondered what should I do next. My hand slowly reached towards the metal door handle. Bang! I slammed my bedroom door shut.

I swore I heard a faint 'pop' sound and I saw the belly of the lizard burst. Blood and intestinal mess oozed out of its' belly. Its' scaly and bloody brown tail continued to thump madly against the hinge.

It was once a lizard and now, it is nothing but a mere mangled mass of blood, bones and flesh.

I instantly went,

"EWWWWWWWWWW!"

and then I went,

"OOOOO! So that's how a lizard looks like inside!"

This & That

Parents came back from Russia two days ago. They bought two bags for me from Russia (Russia has a lot of unusual designer brands, such as the brown one by a Greek designer), a United Colors of Benetton bag and a Jim Thompson hedgehog that I named Hodges (which came in a green bag with elephants) from Thailand.

"Thanks For The Memories" by Ceceilia Adhern, is what I'll be waiting for to appear in MPH Bookstore.

Two of my classmates and I had a "mini competition" in class today to see if we would last for four whole lessons not speaking in English. First, we tried speaking in only Mandarin and seriously, my Mandarin is horrible. Then, we spoke in only Bahasa Malaysia and I sounded weird. Next, we tried out sign language and teacher commented that how great it would have been if we were that quiet everyday.

That made me realize how vital English and talking is.