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Friday, July 31, 2009, 8:59 AM
Concluding to the fact that Blogger's operational surface has gone back to it's sensible state, I'm excited to blog again. Thank you to whoever is that bloody genius who fixed it. *bats eyelashes* *clears throat* Now let's get down to business. Well, actually there is no business. The only business I have is minding my own business. Not like a busybody business. It's my personal business. Like my usual conference with the toilet bowl and the shower head business. Oooookay. The last sentence sounded wrong, if only I hadn't typed 'shower head' with it. *LAUGHS* Stop laughing, whoever you are. Tsk. *folds arms and pouts* Anyway, Grinch and the other 5 are off to Bangkok later for the prestigious ASEAN Martial Arts Games (I think that's what it is) for a week and would only be back on the 8th August before shaking their skinny asses wearing red and white. .......I could almost hear our National Anthem. *mind strays* And after that, preparation to kill ourselves whilst pesevering the tormenting month of fast. Damn. BUT, there is always something to look forward to, like the ASEAN Indoor Games. *rubs chin* Hmm. Before that, I have to settle some crap at Subordinate Court in the late afternoon later, and I am seriously getting sick of it. Everyone's asking, and I find myself repeating my answers out of unwillingness. All this sodding shit about school's driving me nuts. I'm really tired. *sighs* If there's anybody who asks again, they can all come and kiss my juicy arse. Eat it! P.S: Caramel Macchiato. Mmmmmmm. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, July 30, 2009, 12:54 PM
Finally, Blogger's being good. Last night, I had to put down my diet regime, and I filled myself to the brim till I had difficulty breathing, trying to sleep. GhazMan and the family came by for dinner first with Milo and Haider Miller, and Sunny Boy Surf was willing enough to stray me from getting disappointed because he didn't arrive with the horde, and flagged a cab just to have supper at my place after sending his girlfriend back home. How sweet. "Pasal si setan tu...bla bla bla..." Somehow, his complains sounded hilarious the way I heard it. Boy left my domain at nearly 2am this morning and after that, I had the most deepest sleep for the week. God, I needed that after taking Northland in the damned morning yesterday. So Grinch had his coaches finalized which class he would be playing in the future, and by golly, I was elated hearing it. Guess he wouldn't have to starve, dieting his skinny ass off no more. I'm all smiles now. My dreams of not having a lollipop head partner is finally coming true! Weehuu! I hope he's not growing fatter. Hmm. I'm uploading 4th InterGrasio's pictures on Facebook right now. So I'm pretty busy. See, isn't it nice to have colours back? I can now put pictures too. Hee. Off now. Behave. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, July 29, 2009, 6:46 PM
*slumps over chair* I can do with 6 year olds and below, but primary school kids give me a splitting headache, and everytime I feel like shouting at them, I had to think of lollipops. Why, lollipops? Don't ask me. It was just random. Of course, there was always one of my favourites. Nabil Shafawi. If only Blogger would stop being such a bitch to me again, maybe I'll post his picture up here. IF, I shall say it again. IF Blogger behaves. IF. Now, the actual reason for today's post. Kindly scroll down to view further. How do you spell "BUIH"? EYLA SASSYFELLA. Ostensibly, that girl said she's going to be meeting me last night for dinner, but her mobile was turned off when I called after waiting for 3 bloody hours. Even my messages were not responded. KAU BUIH AA MINAH. Yes, I'm letting the whole world know. And I don't care. I haven't heard from her even today, and for whatever reasons she's going to give me, she's still a buih. PEMBUIH PALING BESAR. *rolls eyes* You better come up with a sensible explanation. And TREAT me to dinner next time. Hmph. *folds arms* Sayang punya pasal, aku kasi kau chance. LAST WARNING EH. Jeeziz wailing. Now I hate it when I can't do italics or bold or even colours on my post. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, BLOGGER!!!!!!??? Argh. This is killing me. GODDAMMIT. Hmph. P.S: Menjeng #1. Monyong #2. *wags brows* Hee. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, July 28, 2009, 12:44 PM
I have been bugged by someone for updates, so here it is. *clears throat* I know I have been gone again for three days now, and blame Blogger for my absence because ostensibly, something is wrong with the operations. Is it just me, or is everyone facing the same annoying predicament? The last time, I couldn't upload the pictures, now all the operational icons have disappeared. *sighs* And yes, it was worth the two-day wait till the final day of IG arrived last Sunday. *winks* God knows how hard it was suffering from gastric and cramps and hunger, fighting my fear against lion dances, tolerating Perv-Boy's mischief, and have a hand in a fellowship between my other twin, Condom Girl, being mentel. Not forgetting being Sunny Boy Surf's mental skills instructor for 3 days straight. Now, all that's left are memories. And Australian chocolates. And I had fun dressing up handsomely. Hee. *LAUGHS* I am currently uploading the 4th InterGrasio '09 pictures on Facebook, so I will let you know when I'm done. Be patient, balls. Plus, I can't stand seeing my updates so mundane like this. No colours, no images, so.....................................boring. WHAT IS WRONG WITH BLOGGER!? What sin have I done towards you? -_____-" Stupid-ass. Simply can't wait for tomorrow. GhazMan and family are coming over for dinner! *skips around* *smiles* Which means, it's my last meet-up with bosom girlfriends, and my last critical gossiping session with Sunny Boy Surf and my last live kiss from Perv-Boy. Hmm. Why do all good things come to an end? I'm off now. Be good and stay handsome. Au revoir. P.S: "Your mine. All mine. Can?" the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, July 24, 2009, 2:19 PM
*LAUGHS* Another round with the rebana boys later today at Thomson CC before preparing for the opening tonight. It's going to be a long-ass day later, but atleast I have something to look forward to. I think. *giggles* I hope the skies would cry later. Seriously. And I hope the competition hall would be air-conditioned. The weather's killing me these few days, and nights make me feel like I'm being shoved in the microwave. I'm breaking my fast for three days from today, and I have to keep vigil of my diet. Sigh. On the other hand, here's the other half of the Terengganu pictures which I have uploaded on Facebook. Nenek Kau Peh Scandal P.S: Do that again. 'Cause I love it. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, July 23, 2009, 1:24 PM
Sigh. Blogger's trying to test my patience yet again, I am disheartened to upload Terengganu pictures which I had promised anywhere here. I'm truly sorry to break it, but here's the link for the first part if you need to pursue for viewing pleasures. Bapak Kau Peh Bini Grinch have been experiencing major cranky-ness from yours truly eversince she had to wake up at 5.30am last two days to teach Northland Primary in addition to her being contracted to the ill. I swore I was being such a baby. Anyway, demo rehearsals have been excrutiatingly painful. The musicians have been called in last night, and only then the fun begins. Still, I was at the verge of throwing up and my head was heavy. Plus, I'm fasting. That's what I get for not listening to Mummy when she was persistently nagging at me a few months back. Argh. And right now, I am struggling to get in shape because the scales never lie. Nearly 60 kilogrammes? I MUST BE OUT OF MY DAMNED MIND. P.S: Thanks Condom Girl for the wonderful gift. Love you. To the other boy, wish I could see you. Missed you loads. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, July 21, 2009, 12:18 PM
Yes, of course I am frustrated. WHAT DO YOU THINK? Ass. Not forgetting about school, it's killing me and the chances of me getting my money back is damned slim. Go figure. Nonsense. And I'm having the flu. Shit. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, July 19, 2009, 8:28 AM
[PRANK-ing] Note: This post is done from research and loads of experience. Do not attempt to copy. This is just for entertainment. Pranker: Message to Fatimah Binte Hashim, S*******F. A $1000 reward for being Singtel's loyal customer. Please reply to this message. Me: Who is this? Pranker: We are from Singtel. Do you mind calling me so we can talk about the reward easier? Me: Liar. Do you think Singtel would stoop so low and insult their own integrity to ask MY mother to call THEM about a bogus reward? Who in a sane state of mind would dare to believe that bullshit? Shit. He knew my mom's I.D number too. Didn't it ever occured to you that at such instances if an opportunity like this comes by, a polite Singtel samaritan would be the one calling? Are you stupid, or stupid? Stupid. Pranker: Okay. We will send the reward to the next nominee. Thanks. ASS. Mom doesn't even want your money, sucka. $1000? By the time she uses it to constantly buy sanitary pads for me and some other female relatives, 3/4 of it would be used up. BUT, that idiot came back. Pranker: Salam. Anda telah menang duit draw Berita Harian. Sudikah anda kahwin dengan saya? And that bastard sent it 4 times. Such a coward when I called, but you didn't pick it up. Balls got stuck in your throat or something, fag? *rolls eyes* To you guys who ever want to know this anonymous identity, please call..... Maybe he / she would want to marry you too. May your life be HELL. *smiles* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, July 18, 2009, 1:25 PM
Friday, July 17, 2009, 8:58 AM
When can I ever get proper emotional rest after all the mayhem? R-osak called up last morning, so I have to attend today's case at sub court pertaining to school. In the morning, too. Argh. As you may now learn, Brookes Business School is now officially..... It was all over the news and papers. It's such a total let down, so the horde are coming down today to contest for full refunds. I guess my appointment with the lawyer this coming Monday will be cancelled. Dammit. I hope the day goes well. I had to sleep early last night because of this shit. So better make it good for me. Pictures of Terengganu will be uploaded tomorrow. And I promise that. For now, continue bloghopping and I will see you at another chance. Behave yourself. P.S: I love to be molested. *inside joke* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, July 16, 2009, 2:05 PM
Thoroughly, to put it in short, it has been quite an emotional ride overseas at least for some. Especially me. But then again, not surprisingly, all ends well the moment we arrived back home safely. Memories still linger at the back of everyone's mind. But of course, who could actually stand cobwebs, spiders, spoilt washing machine, hard beds, wet fungi, litters and a little dingy stay housing 12 inhabitants who cringe at the first sight of it. Eventually, we got used to having uninvited guests like stray lizards and bloody mosquitos which were starving of blood. It's hard to forget, but what else can I say? WELCOME TO TERENGGANU. We can't even get Singapore channels, and Astro should invent a satellite which doesn't cast blanks if it rained heavily. Luckily Pornstar brought his PlayStation 2 along. First night of Tekken with the boys was noisily hilarious. Go easy on me~. Bet we woke the neighbours up. To accumulate, there's about a thousand of pictures taken from different individuals, and I'm quite a bum to upload it anywhere (besides, I don't know if Blogger's still being a damned bitch) but I will on facebook, if not here. I'm still sleepy after the 12 hour bus ride, though I slept more than three quarters of the journey back. Phrase of the week? MATSALEH BODOH! You're such a joke. P.S: If you don't kiss and tell, you don't need a fucker to screw your shit. So would you please stop bitcin' and don't be an asshole. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, July 9, 2009, 7:07 AM
Indoor Stadium, Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia 10 - 15 July 2009 Daisy Inn, Jalan Lapangan Terbang, Gong Badak. Badak dia lah. Be off now. Miss me. And take care when I'm gone. GOOD LUCK. P.S: Dear God, the only thing I ask of you, is to hold him when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, July 8, 2009, 12:40 PM
Fishball scared me. There was no standard subject to talk about. We went from hair, all the way to having your first pregnancy which literally left me gagging. As she shared her maternal moments, and the inside scoop of that instant when she was at her birthing position, I was thoroughly shaken. *gags* Ugh. Who knows how many pairs of different hands, long and slender, thick and hairy, gloved and un-gloved would have had a feel of your udders and beyond. Not forgetting the utensils digging in the hole. The stitches. God~. The contractions, the stretchmarks, the pushing (this is not included of that part where you crap yourself), before you can finally say "Barney is not gay", a shiny hairy head pops out from your vagina. Ewwwwwww. I don't think I could go through this torment. Let alone getting married. I thought I was the only one, but my female cousins seem to think so too. I'm just too panic-stricken talking nuptials and it's taboo secrets. I don't wish to get married. Well, maybe not now (or not ever, probably), but I want to have kids. Me: Eh, siol ah. Aku tanak pregnant ah camni. Bila kahwin jer aku nak anak instant. Fishball: Macam siak. Kau try ah bikin kat oven. Tengok keluar camne. Peduli apa aku. Kau ingat anak aku epok-epok kape bakar kat oven. Eh, tapi epok-epok kena goreng kan. Ah. Peduli apa aku. So if there's any chance you heard of me getting hitched anytime soon, I must have lost my goddamn mind. What's next? Leaving tomorrow, so last practice's today. Sigh. I can't even move shit, my muscles are suffering from erratic movements, I'm looking spasmodic, and my gluteus maximus (thanks to Alex for missing me THAT deep *INSIDE JOKE*) are aching. Sigh. Shopping a little while later with Mummy. Be off now. Au revoir. P.S: I am going to miss you. Hell lot. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, July 7, 2009, 12:44 PM
It was my feel-good day yesterday. Well, apparently. It was, before night came but I will come to that as soon as I finish my ramblings like a bitch. Let's get to the nitty gritty, and start whining when I tell you to. *clears throat* Got on 168 to SCOE, and my eyes were given a treat on this particular figure sitting infront of me. Well, not exactly right under my very nose but was sitting a couple of seats away. I must be in heaven or something. *drools* Porcelain features, sharp nose, visible jawline, thick chest, to-die for built and celebrity-done hair, it was the first time I'm blown away by his dashing looks and I am still now, if you must learn. The moment he flipped his fringe away and his eyes showed, my guts shrank and I blushed as I found me smiling to myself. He had the analogy of Zac Efron's before another familiar face emerged and I saw..............................................Hazel Eyes. Oh my balls. Alighted, and told mom about it. She kept emphasizing on his height. Fact is, he was short. WHO IN THE BLUE HELL CARES IF HE'S SHORT!? Pijak bumi sama jejak, tidur katil sama rata what. Okay, I totally made that shit up. He was the most gorgeous little thing I have ever set my eyes upon, and I don't even know if he's Malay or Chinese. *smacks forehead* I knew I should have asked. Dammit. *swoons* I think I'm in lup. *LAUGHS* Oh my God. Oh my God. This is getting crazy. I better stop now. *calms self* NEXT. On the downside, I have to lose weight. And it's crazier. There's this fine line about losing weight. It's either you have the drive to do it yourself, or being asked to do so. You feel the immense pressure being forced to. And that's what makes me go mad. ARGH. Okay, I'll think about it when I get back from Terengganu next week. Belah ikan, belah itik Au revoir. P.S: Hazel Eyes, when can I see you again? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, July 6, 2009, 12:56 PM
I don't even know where they came from. Anyway, the Toyols were here last evening and we watched Apocalypto, again. Atleast for me it was. Whaaaaaaaaaat? I loved that movie. It's all about the tribal rites and...........some kind of shit. *LAUGHS* Blurcock's flying off to Perth tomorrow with his clan of balls so I reminded him of my request for a pair of COACH's wedges since there's a warehouse sale over or something. SO DON'T FORGET. And he made a requisition for a sling bag when I'm at Terengganu. *smacks forehead* Perth don't sell bag one meh? No wonder I named him Blurcock. He really lived up to it. Crazy boy. Practice today. *sigh* So much to do, so little time. And suddenly I'm listening to Tamil songs. What the hell. And Gentle Giant, LU KECOH AH BEB. Tommy, Tommy. *LAUGHS* Damn. Chat partner's gone to work, so I'm left with the other half of dynamic duo. No Dzulkarnain, Dzulfadly also can. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. P.S: Somebody slept with a smile on his face. La la la~. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, July 5, 2009, 1:50 PM
[KANTOI TRANSLATED : MALE COMEBACK] Note: This post is done from research and loads of experience. Do not attempt to copy. This is just for entertainment. This is what happens when I am bored and creative, and I wish I could really draw on walls and break some glasses. Since I have that bit of humankind left, last afternoon I scribbled out lyrics on paper and I did not harm anybody. To those who have heard the Malaysian melodic 'Kantoi' rendition, this is my reply if there hasn't been any, yet. Semalam you call I, I tak answer I wish I had a male friend to sing this for me, on the guitar. Hmm. A recording, maybe? I am too bored, really. P.S: Malam is a must. *LAUGHS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, July 3, 2009, 9:55 AM
*rolls eyes* I wonder how after all that, he's still bloody adorable. His cheeks, seems like it's filled with cotton candy or something. His speech is but a slurrish string of spit and nonsense, and none of it makes any sense at all. It gets to mayhem if he starts story-telling with spasmodic hand gestures. " %$@#&&%$#@&^%$#@#$%^&!! The predicted language as quoted from the latter. I supposed so. It doesn't matter if he likes smacking my ass or stealing 'Peeping Tom' moments in the showers. That's my flat-footed Baby D for you. I wished he was mine, but I'm glad he ain't. I can't have a little devil running all over the walls in my house, breaking glasses and damaging compact rouges and powder kits. I wonder what's bitchin' with Blogger, the images don't seem to appear when it said it does. Na-bei. Off to meet the tua bangka-s at Maxwell pertaining to the damned school's court proceedings, so I'll be a tad busy today filing reports and cases. Shit, this school stuff's getting my head all in one heck of a turmoil. Argh. Gonna be a long day ahead. *smacks forehead* Speaking of which, Grinch received a letter for a court hearing regarding his collision with another vehicle which occured some time last year. I guess it's my shot to return the favour when the time comes. Au revoir. P.S: Wished you would come. *sobs* You, my OTHER Baby D. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, July 2, 2009, 12:27 PM
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Grinch gave me no chance to take a breather at all. And now I have these bruises to show. Though under relentless pressure being bullied to nothings, that sadistic little nut got his share of my infamous man grip. He asked for it, so he's got my jantan moment for awhile, before begging me to stop. What a loser. *LAUGHS* "Ini macam jadi Best Pesilat?" And that didn't came from me, but himself. Some balls, huh. But I truly appreciate his honesty when he reviews himself. Bahaha. *smacks forehead* It's been four straight days of Fried Fish Soup indulgence, I'm obsessed about it. Not forgetting the discovery of another air sedap at Harbourfront's Cheers. How can Green Tea and Pomegranate taste like Chocolate? Really. It's a mystery concoction I wish to drink everyday if I could. AND DIE A DIABETIC. Anyway, I got to go now. Practice's commencing later, and my toe's still being a damned bitch. Argh. And I need money. Show me the fugging monaaayyyyyyy, P.S: I like it big, thick and juicy. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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