Oh rly?

'Cos I like it so. But I would be lying if I told you that.

I've been blog hopping lately and I noticed that my writing skills aren't even up to par with average bloggers, how depressing. =(

Honestly, I got a band 5 in MUET without knowing what verbs, tenses, nouns are and possibly every other technical aspects of the English language. With a limited vocabulary and knowing not how to use bombastic words even when I know what they mean, partially. I think.

I do not read articles in full, instead I scan and somehow only read important keywords and make up the rest of the story using common sense. I guess this implicated me in such a way that I'm unable to apply things that I already know. Maybe it's because I'm not much of a reader, and I don't write much unless I have to. Perhaps it's because of the way I was brought up and taught. Whatever it is, I am much aware that pointing the finger to anyone only result in 4 of my own fingers pointing back at me, because I didn't put in any noticeable effort that could change all this.

Such display of ignorance to my own mistake nonetheless would only put me at loss. I have to pull through and I will do it.

Expect increased frequencies of posts, and poorly constructed sentences.

Because he's like soooooooooooooooooooo damn cool, he deserves to be on the TOP! I love the interweb, and i thank the genius who created the internet. THANK YOU! And not forgetting the creator of BT! Now I can watch all the lastest episodes of ANY TV shows just like any fat, dirty, non-showering, TV watching American! And it gets even better..

I GET TO BRING THEM WHEREVER I GO! I Love my PSP to bits I tell you. BITS! THANK YOU, creators of the magnificient console, the EVAH wonderful, and stylish, cool...

PSP! FTW!

Past week has been good so far, nothing much to complain about, except for the fact that this years ang pau is a all time low record. I gueess I made my relatives (especially fathers side) think that they wouldn't need to give away so much considering that I'm working now. So... sucks to that. But at the same time.. I'm not bothered to count the money I've recieved, I mean.. my red packets are still locked and loaded and I forgot to bring back my ang pau from Chi Sum's place. So... yeah.

Boss said that she wanted to change the pay rate from hourly to monthly.. Lets just hope that it's more than what I'm getting paid now. 600~700, please? Considering that I'm working 88 hours per month, if I were to get paid 600~700, that would mean that I'm getting paid.. uh.. 7~8 bucks per hour.

I hope that I do get 700, pretty please?

Uh... nothing much else to report. Other than saying hellow to Joanne for stumbling across. Hehehe..

Signing Out!

Happy CNY, enter the year of the dog.

The dogs celebrated the new year by beheading the chicken. Well... at least that was what my dogs did to the chicken at home.

Happy doggy year people. Get rid of the chickens, and get a dog. You can save yourself the trouble and let the dogs do the job.

I CUT MY FUNKING HAIR.

I'VE GOT NO MORE LONG HAIR, ONLY SPIKES THAT ARE MEANT TO PIERCE THROUGH REINFORCED TITANIUM BLOCKS.

OMFG.

6th Jan.

0900: Woke up and came online. Read stuff about PSP like I usually do. Unlike the other days I rise early from my bed to get a proper haircut in order to make myself more marketable to the work force.

1000: Bath and prepared for the trip to the saloon. Thought about what I wanted to do with my hair. Priority No. 1 Hair must be long. Period.

1015: On the road to the saloon Wai Tuck had his hair done, passed by APT. Still closed, moved on, found a parking space right opposite the salon.

1020: Initiated operation Get My Hair Cut. Stormed the front. Found Aunties waiting. Shit. Waited with Aunties. Nothing to do. Wished that I brought PSP to show off. Took magazine from drawer. All female related. No Choice, settled with FEMALE.

1030: The fella came, asked me what I wanted with my hair. In Chinese. Mentioned priority No. 1. Established mission objective with stylist. He mumbo jumbled something which I didn't understand completely, I nod.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW THAT HE WAS GONNA CUT IT SHORT. ASSSSSSSS!

1040: Watch in disbelief when hair came off slowly.. More hair came from me than the auntieSSSS combined. Made weird faces. He came out with funny scissors and continued with his work.

1100: Almost done, started to style my hair (THERE'S NO MORE FUNKING HAIR!!! FOOOLS!) in different ways, found one nice NOTTT! NEVER! Washed hair, blow dried, gel the hair a little more. Paid..

AND LEFT THE FUNKING PLACE FOR GOOD.

Msg-ed sis, Wai Tuck, Suet Lee, Sue Lynn and some other people

"I now belong to some emo punk cult with spiked hair. SHIT"

SHIT.

Consistency Preveils!


Aww.. don't be sad Dude.. I promise I'll do better next time.


What? You don't believe me?
So much for being man's best friend, eh? Where does your loyalty lies?!
No dinner for you!


Hehe.. i knew you were just kidding about that.. good boy!


Here you go Dude, Beetles for dinner, not much different from your daily staple of Butterflies. Bon appétit!