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Wednesday, August 26, 2009, 12:52 PM
Well as you guys know that Mutton is always busy with training and stuff, im doing her a favour as to write sumthing on her blog. Training is tough but strangely satisfying coz all of those hard work make us feel good bout ourselves. Im waiting for my Iphone to be delivered to me by 12pm today but it seems that the freaking deliveryman is LATE! KKKKAAAMMMPPPRRREEETTTT!!!!!!!!!! Do you know y i want my Iphone so badly? Because i just think it is good. Dont ask me y, it is just good and thats y i loike it. WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKA!!!! Speak of the devil, it has just arrived. Dont bother me now, i want to handle my new baby. the boy who is growing, Baby G Tuesday, August 25, 2009, 1:46 PM
Showering has been my hobby eversince, (so is crapping - I don't even know since when) and I've been under cold running waters as many times possible because I'm fried crispy every single time. I'm starting to think I'm HOT-blooded. Maybe.....I AM a werewolf. *LAUGHS* For the first time ever, SOMEBODY has put on his good shoes and behaved very well. I bet he has a hard time controlling the bubbling urge of his muscle twitching game of persecuting me. *LAUGHS* For the first time in two weeks, I have never felt so mentally serene. I was so unfazed, my brain working to the fasting-limits didn't have to crash-shut down-change user-log-off-sleep in the midst of the day. How surprising. Hmm. *rubs chin* It's either I ate potatoes during pre-dawn meal or because Boyfriend thinks it's reasonable enough to give me a cerebral break. (Or maybe it's just for now. Maybe he's scheming for a better method to bully me) All and all, I was free from being harassed. *raised a brow* HAHAHA. Training's started it's kick already, and it's going to get real emotional due to certain stuff. Come to think about it, I have never really talked to myself besides the commonly vain eon years question - "Is my butt big? Is it? Really, is it that big?" This time, talk's deep, and that's what's making me move emotionally. And it ain't about my ass. Some people say I'm just sensitive. IS IT YOUR PROBLEM, I'M SENSITIVE!? *folds arms* Anyway, some A-hole decided he should piss me off last night. Argh. Was that some kind of a mental joke he's trying to pull? Please don't do this to me. I am a weak, humble little frame, I cannot carry this burden, my brain and heart doesn't communicate very well at this point of time. Please, I beg of you. I am not good in temper managing. *bangs head on the wall* I think I'm really turning into a werewolf soon. I could feel the muscle spasms already. Alright, alright. Looking forward to breaking fast tonight. There's Lychee drinks. Wait. There were yesterday, but those were yesterday's Lychee drinks. Today, is today. Every Lychee drink tastes different on every different day. That's why I'm looking forward to tonight's Lychee drinks. And not forgetting my potato-snowpeas-eggs and chicken. I don't know how that sounded appetizing, but........... .........there's Lychee drinks. Can't wait. It's Lychee dammit! P.S: "Gua rasa, lu pergi balik rumah, lu cebok muka lu, sebab gua tengok, muka lu sudah macam taik!" the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, August 23, 2009, 5:32 PM
Some damned soul just stole my blinking oranges from the fridge. I have the right to get upset because it's MY oranges, and there's left with only one and a half of it. I'm making a great big sodding deal out of this because it's my freaking oranges. DAMMIT. How am I suppose to learn to control my anger, if everyone around doesn't seem to show up elsewhere but under my fugging nose!? HOW!!?? I cannot be patient even I'm fasting. ARGH. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you. I am downright pissed off, those were my oranges you ate, and I hope those oranges cause you major diarrhoea till your intestines bleed. I DON'T CARE. Those were my oranges, dammit. My oranges. *SCREAMS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 3:35 PM
And it ain't because of practice and gym. Some dense noob just decided to run on my tight nerves, physically assaulting my frail, fragile self for the past two weeks. If it isn't for our affaire de coeur, I would have shaved that head in patches, and beat the lights out of him. Nut. Some anger management programme he's trying to pull. And some days (no, every bleeding day as a matter of fact), frustration kicks in leaving me exhausted, I feel like breaking glasses. Or more like breaking his head. Pffffffftttt. The Holy Month's here, and I'm expecting myself to lie low for awhile, if only that boy seriously would stop being such an annoying bother, bullying me like I'm some piece of unwanted trash. What in the blinking flip does he think I am? Anyway, 30 days of fast will end pretty soon, and there SHOULDN'T be any news about any damned Nenek Keropok since her piggy-backed Pontianak had went to serve her sentence in Hell for a month. If there ever was I heard.......... ........then you must be a sodding liar. Grandma Rock has went to spend her whole month fasting at Jeddah, I hope she's doing fine, well, and happy with her friends over there. Can't wait for her homecoming during the festive season. Hmm. Speaking of which, I'm left with merely a month before leaving the country for the Pre-Asian Indoor Games. Alright, let's not talk about that. Breaking fast over at Boyfriend's tonight. Hope that irritant wouldn't dig, punch, pinch, bite me again. I swear if it really happened, my teeth would start to sink in. I would, even turn to become a real werewolf. Or maybe a vampire. He is starting to be a pain in my butt nowadays. *rolls eyes* ARE YOU READING THIS? YOU are a pain in my white arse. So stop being such a bully, okay. You really drive me crazy, in a bad way. *folds arms* And to all my religious readers, pardon me for the lack of updates. I am tied-down busy with preparations (NOT for the festive season) next month. Please bear with me. P.S: Be careful of what you ask for. P.P.S: What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. P.P.P.S: He's my secret. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, August 18, 2009, 2:52 PM
*gulps* I have woken up days, feeling like boiled vegetables, and let's not mention my body frame for now. SOMEBODY has been happily poking me all over, jabbing my bony parts and forcing me to feed my scrawny face. Bloody hell. I am not scrawny, Jesus sake. Im just partially defined. I will be whole by the end of this year. EHEM. Boyfriend has difficulties putting on weight. I think he's crazy. Gorging like a pig is his first pastime (the other one is sleeping like a pig) and I don't see why it's called upon him like some predicament. He has lost it, for sure. I'm typing this because I know he's going to read it and then laugh his still-skinny ass off before proceeding to dig my ribs again. Right now, he has no clue yet, (he's lying next to me, watching telly in the gym) but I'm prepared getting the worst from him after he reads this. Before he does....... *run away* 2.5kg more till Thursday, and SOMEBODY'S not happy. Who cares? I'm dancing the Macarena infront of him. *sticks tongue out* And tonight, I'm having a rendezvous with "TAN SOO ZHING", and partaking in this same event are Pooh and Eton. HAHAHAHA. Alright, alright. I'm hitting the sack soon before waking up for hell - I mean training. Argh. I can't even lift my arms to shampoo my hair without looking like an incompetent retard spasming all over. Dammit. Take care now. Behave yourself. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, August 16, 2009, 5:21 PM
And right now, I am blogging (courtesy of Boyfriend's handphone) at Tampines North CC, awaiting for the closing ceremony. My headache is killing me, it's throbbing so hard I can feel the blood gushing up to my brain. I think I'm going to die. 3 days and I've lost 6 kilogrammes at that, I am thus labelled an alien by the other half himself. Karma's probably taking place, since he needn't diet anymore. *rolls eyes* I really need to go now. I already feel like puking. *gags* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, August 13, 2009, 11:42 AM
Though somehow, somewhere, somewhat, somebody call 911.................................I feel like a hopeless sack of potatoes after the drills and routine yesterday, I do not wish to beguille anyone with the explanation or rather, complain to you people about it. Because you will never understand the pain I am going through. National Service men should be the ones going through their duties like us! Because their drills, I suppose, weren't even close to a tiny speck of freckle on my face. Anyway, I woke up today, feeling like a bulldozer had just rolled over me, and as I look at my white thighs, I just happen to witness a slight muscle spasm on my right. It was so interesting, I thought there was a nanomite or something crawling underneath my skin. Okay, bullshit. I am expecting the mother to purchase an electronic wheelchair for me in a few days, possibly the one like Transformers kind of thing. Because I do not wish to embarrass myself walking like I just sat on a horse and not getting up for two years. *LAUGHS* Alright, alright. I'll be off now. Take care and behave yourselves, people. P.S: I saw you looking. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, August 11, 2009, 12:21 PM
No, it's not about the weather, nor was it the colour of the boxshorts I wore, nor did I meet some racists bastards at Harbourfront. Ostensibly, Brother and I have communicated telepathically that that's going to be what we were wearing for yesterday. Hmm. Although I have set my eyes on purple, but somehow I wanted to wear white for the double date that day. That very special day. Not so much of an occasion, but, maybe celebrating my post-3rd year anniversary (which was dued last 2 freaking weeks) in pure innocence. Which means, I have to start learning to arrive on time first. *clears throat* But I was late. Again. For the 390485647590936759th time in 3 years. I am the persistent late-comer. I literally have that plastered across my forehead. Then, I had to eat carefully so I wouldn't spill anything on my white get-up. I wouldn't want to walk around with a stain of what may look like dried menstruation blood on my front. Worse, maybe something which looks like goat dung. When I didn't even plan to go to the zoo. My gladiator sandals tore apart eventhough I just glued the bloody straps last two nights while watching the Parade. I had actually sacrificed 13 minutes to glue a worthless piece of strap back, and it failed, and I got a bitch fit. Maybe I did turn into a werewolf. In day time. I didn't care. I was STILL LATE. *folds arms* Two shows at two different movies, and the Fried Fish Soup, Red Ruby, and Chicken Chop left me filled to the brim till today. Thanks to the starving. Well, not actually starved, but, saving the space in my tummy to make place for the gorging. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON A DIET!?" Yeah yeah. Who the hell's dieting? Me or you? So shut up and let me have my moment guilt-free, would you? Jeeziz. Be quiet. *folds arms* I did say to the other half, I wouldn't be late. So I had to get going then or I had to forgo putting on the fake lashes. No. I WANT TO PUT ON THE FAKIES. It may take me less than 3 minutes to fix them on, but you'll never know how long it took when I was running late. I KNEW I was late, but things made it slower for me to fix those damned things on my eyelids, and I didn't want to NOT put them on, because I WANTED TO PUT ON THE FAKIES. (Boys will never understand) Which made me late. Plus, my sandals acted up. WHICH MADE ME LATE-er. Okay, I made myself clear at that. Still, I had my feel-good day. I was in such a blithsome mood, I couldn't bear leave someone sleeping in the cinema, so I had to wake him up lest he'll be missing on the last train home. See, I am such a good person. *clears throat* Hmm. *LAUGHS* P.S: I'm dangerous. I'm a threat. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, August 9, 2009, 10:24 AM
Reading Dorothy Koomson's on bed was interesting. It was as if I am accompanied by "Tremende Fartissimo Symphony" reading page after page, amusing myself with bubbling vibrations coming from the very cleavage of my white bottom. I sounded different in every position I sat. And the more compact my buttcheeks stuck together, the more silent and shrill it sounded. I was at the verge of expecting it to be runny. Eww. *LAUGHS* I can almost see myself rated at the 683rd page of the Guinness Book for having created such an amazing piece for the musical scoreboard. Even Bach would bow down to be. Damn, I would be popular. I guessed I slept right after I had farted all the wind and lights out of myself last night. Which took me more than 2 hours (this part includes reading the book altogether) plus the usual tossing and turning. What a riot. *LAUGHS* The people are back, so is Grinch. He's still skinny though. Hmm. *taps chin* Anyway, I almost forgot. Happy Birthday Singapore. And how come you're much younger than my parents?! Really, and you look younger too with all these constructions getting around. And damn, WE PAID FOR IT. How come no one's paying us to do a liposuction? How bloody unfair. Still, have a great birthday, though I still never knew what your gender is. Au revoir. P.S: Only one person can call me that. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, August 8, 2009, 8:03 AM
It took me balls to realize that I was a werewolf. Somehow or rather, my undergarments were still intact, strangely, it grew to accommodate my humongous furry self, yet my clothes were all torn to shreds. Feeling slightly awkward with turquoise (EHEM!) hanging onto me, I took them off. Hooks and laces. I felt so powerful. AND HAIRY. Then suddenly, I was starving. It was gruellingly frustrating that I couldn't smell meat anywhere. I had to insult my werewolf dignity, to settle on a packet of prunes instead. Never in my entire life have I felt so ashamed within my werewolf clan, eating prunes. PITTED. God. The 21st century must really be getting into me. Sooner or later, all the animals will. And in no time, monkeys decided they should take the public transport rather than having to swing from trees, and penguins can be seen gliding down snowy slopes with a ski. Now, that's some scary shit. Can you imagine a chimpanzee having it's own concession card? What do you think it's I.D picture would be like? Heck, all the monkeys would look the same anyway. So, back to me being a werewolf. I am, yet, but a dainty creature, though VERY HAIRY, fierce-looking carnivore (supposedly) indeed I was, I am never backed down even when a revolver is pointed straight at me loaded with silver bullets. Because I take (not just by a hairline) but a full head of hair precaution with wearing a bulletproof bodysuit and helmet. Then I can proudly strut forward and scoff, "Try and shoot me, you dumb ass. This is the millenia, dammit. Not your grandmama's World War 3!" Pete's sake, am I so clever. *sighs happily* A werewolf living the good city life. No more jungle and edge of cliff how-wow-wow-ling for me. I prefer being noticed at night talking on the phone, actually. Maybe texting some good ol' friend. Hmmm. *cricket cricket* Okay, that was total bullshit. No, I didn't grow to a werewolf, though I might be a tad bit hairy at some places, *clears throat* but yeah, I was bored and my blog needed a facelift. So here's what a bored girl could come up with. Sigh. A werewolf. I would still prefer a vampire though. It's sexier. Plus, I wouldn't have to be so hairy. And butt naked. Ugh. I guess that's enough for today, go play and behave yourselves. Au revoir. P.S: It's homecoming. Yay! the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, August 7, 2009, 12:36 PM
I was so far from experiencing some sort of emotion. I couldn't even make myself suffer from any kind of troubling vehemence to put myself to a deep sleep. No. Not even my usual anxiety attacks, or even read-a-book-till-you-can't-read-anymore solution. I couldn't sleep after dawn prayers too. I was tossing and turning in bed, (I would have made Caesar's Salad lobbed so good), till my hair was in a tangled mess around my head and face, I nearly choked myself to death. If I had a string attached, I would have made a very good cocoon out of myself. And when time comes, I'd be tearing out of it, looking like a rotting blue gargoyle. Whatever. *rolls eyes* Last night's dinner was good. Some crazy girl (attention to: Cayenne Karmila) decided she should just use oyster and chilli sauce for seasonings. It tasted nice, with the baked calamari sides, not forgetting the personal dip of packet-ed tomato sauce. WHICH I HAVE TO BRING ON MY OWN. *smacks forehead* What the hell. It was like dining in a restaurant, but you have to bring your own seats. Or more like, cleaning your home when you have a damned housekeeper. Or was it actually....... ...Umpama meletakkan kurap di tempat yang sudah berkurap. *three second silence* Okay. That doesn't make any sense, aku punya seluardalam G's Triumph lah. Thing is, I had my fill with just chicken and seafood, though I drank alot. It surprises me that I peed so little today. I wonder where have all the liquid's gone to. Anyway, Ibu signalled the green light to me yesterday. So now, I can wholely be full of myself feeling honoured to put my fists to good use against her eldest son. Look who's going to get a swollen head now, aye? SWOLLEN HEAD!? *LAUGHS* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Teringat sekejap. 5th day of fast today, and I have to make my own dinner. I guess I'll be tucking into tomato chilli tuna in a can tonight. I feel like a pussy-cat. Without having to eat from an animal dish, that is. Even if I was to be eating from an animal dish, it would make me feel more like a doggy-dog. DOGGY-DOG!!?? *LAUGHS* Stop it. *clears throat* Lutut Bengkok's lent me his "The Cupid Effect" paperback novel (no, he didn't write the damned thing) so I guess I'll be busy killing time putting my nose into it (by the bestselling author, Dorothy Komsoon and NOT by Dzulkarnain Abdul Raziz). And probably busy smacking the latter's head till his brain turns purple. Hmm. Somehow, the sentence already sounded funny. HAHAHA. Alright, gotta be off now. Stay hot. Au revoir. P.S: Umpama kurap di mana? *LAUGHS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, August 6, 2009, 12:38 PM
No seriously, it got me craving for more. You pay two banknotes, you get 2-slightly-bigger-than-ping pong-balls homemade mashed potatoes, and that heavenly piece of roasted chicken meat which is about the size of your palm and a half, over crispy lettuces, glazed with generous amount of mushroom sauce. Canteen food is cheap, and delicious too. Unfortunately, I could get it only on Wednesdays. So I can't wait for next week. *rubs palms* Anyway, I finally received the much-awaited call after staring at the damned phone day and night. And when it finally rang yesterday, that familliar voice informed that everything was going well on one side. Though my heart sympathize for the other one, I am elated that God granted me half of my prayers. Now, I can't wait for homecoming. To the unfortunate one, stay strong. Fight it. You are in our prayers nevertheless. Have a speedy upturn and well convalesce. We know you can pull through. God bless. Amen. My fourth day of fast, and I wonder what Cayenne had dished up for my break fast tonight. I hope she doesn't cook some nasty-looking piece of worthless meat or something. *LAUGHS* Oh well, everything tastes good when you're starving. So Cayenne, no matter how bad of a cook you are, food will turn out good during fast. HAHAHA. Hmm. Come dusk, I'm expecting the few to have a short moment having dinner together like pathetic hungry half-dead souls (which includes me) at the Federation. Ahh. The bond whilst pre-fasting month. *LAUGHS* Got to go now. Behave yourselves. Au revoir. P.S: Come back soon. I'm waiting. P.P.S: *eyes gleaming* The dimple's showing. P.P.P.S: I want to be 100% sure. But I don't EAT my Dettol. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, August 5, 2009, 2:38 PM
Sigh. Pity, pity me. Or those who were with me, rather. The girls and I were sharing intimate wardrobe secrets in the showers last night, comparing waist sizes and lucky colour brassieres for competing. Shame on Cayenne and myself, we don't even buy our own unders. Crazy girl must be lucky to have Evil Eye purchasing her shit, and Mummy and Grinch is the one doing the honourable job for me. How wonderful. Came that night, my heart was sunken upon hearing some unpleasant news. It got me with a rude shock, like a hard clench to the stomach. It was the first time I couldn't sleep whilst on the bus ride home. And my bad for having bad thoughts when I ain't supposed to. I couldn't sleep last night. I was worrying too much, till I think I worried myself to sleep. I caught almost 3 hours, probably? It was the first time I took a class alone at Northland this morning, and I made it out alive. Lucky my ass there were just a handful, but their smiles just made my day a little. Nabil Shafawi was just a dear little thing. Nabil: Kak Bit, don't tell anyone. I have a crush. Me: *wide eyed* CRUSH!? Is she your classmate? Nabil: Yes. But we're in different malay class. Me: Does she like you back? Nabil: *shrugs* I don't know. But I'm afraid to tell her. Me: WHY!? Is she here for recess today? Can you show her to me? Nabil: Yah, can. How sweet. And the girl was sitting with her friends, drinking Milo. And Nabil, he just stood there blurry eyed like he was in love or something, before running off after perspiring for quite some time. He perspires alot for no reason. I don't know why. *LAUGHS* Must be catching the nerves or something. Hmmm. *rubs chin* I think I know somebody else who has the same problem. HAHAHA. Anyway, training's cancelled for today. So I'm breaking my fast at home. Plus, I have time to suck my ovaries down myself. With a very long straw. Yuck. *LAUGHS* Behave yourselves alright. Au revoir. P.S: To you guys out there, stay strong with us alright. You are in our prayers. Get well really soon. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, August 4, 2009, 11:59 AM
I still owe 10 days of fast, and before Ramadhan arrives, I better clear them off soon. I don't like the idea of being beguilled in debt with the 'upper people'. You never know if 'they' would ever give you another chance to celebrate the festive season. DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS? The more I think of it, I'm scared shitless. Anyway, I'm expecting to be clapped out of my soul and dead on my bare feet by the time I get home every other night that's coming. Training has just commenced last evening, and Shawtay's the second person we know best in physical drills. You could end up having your ovaries stuck in your throat and needed a straw to suck them back down. Atleast I have SOMEBODY willing to do the dirty job for me. *inside joke* Stop laughing. Whoever you are. I haven't even gotten to the worst part of practice, and I've already injured my arm, my foot and my breasts. Courtesy of Miyo's stick-long legs and brick-hard foot and a set of stupid teeth, not forgetting her dual, Fishball, who's having multiple hormonal breeding and decided she needed to squeeze my twins trigger-happily. Sick pervert. *LAUGHS* On another note, I think something's wrong with me. I tend to want to say things without thinking, but because I finally snapped out of it, I ended up blushing to myself. I'm lucky enough I hadn't said my thoughts aloud, people would think................................................just so wrongly of me. *shrugs* I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about. Sheesh. Plus, I didn't know Nenek Keropok has a Facebook account. Hmm. Some people really do not want to feel deprived of keeping up with today's high technology in socializing. I'm fasting today. Please be patient if I happen to be slow, uh...............no, taking my damned time to register certain minor information. If you have a lot to say, please do so after 7.16pm tonight. I will be waiting. Till then, behave yourself. Au revoir. P.S: You melt in my mouth, not at the palm of my hand. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, August 3, 2009, 2:04 PM
Ama-ze-zingly, I stayed home throughout the entire 24 hours yesterday, burning electricity from the computer and the telly. And surprisingly, I was the one suggesting that the whole family stayed indoors (which NEVER happened before), and I did not even once complained. Yes, it was boring. BUT, 'boring' even bored me when I started chatting with Cayenne. I think she's lost it already, seriously, she doesn't even know what the hell she was talking about. It's far less weird if we were talking about myself, because, who doesn't know me? I am the ultimate ambassador of I-don't-know-what-the-hell-I'm-talking-about. Geez, she must be screwed up there. *points to head* So boredom eventually led me to channel surfing, and then boredom turned sleepy-ish, so I took a short nap before Daddy woke me up in the evening to watch Garfield on 5. How thoughtful. *giggles* I can't believe I stayed home to watch Garfield. What the heck. No, I stayed home to WAIT for Garfield (okay, that didn't sound right either). *LAUGHS* But really, I never understood why Garfield loves lasagna till the latter explained it in the movie while dancing the macarena. And then now, I'm hungry. And the very least I could get close to eating lasagna today, was Cheese Pizza. Homemade. *smells air* And yah, Garfield's going to die sooner. He's just too fat. Anyway, the afters were pretty much nonsense, like the Miss USA 2009 and shit. Thanks to Dol & Minah : Nak Kahwin, I now feel like blowing the wind out of that stamme-me-mering son of sod. Man can't even speak normally without having neuron spasms in his brain. I know it's just an act, but so what. And the rest of the night, was spent playing Diner Dash : Hometown Hero before Lutot Bengkok called to whine me all about the Melaka demo trip, and complaining he was "berlengas gila babi" and wanted to take a shower. I'd like to think of it as...... BERLENGAS MACAM BABI. *LAUGHS* I couldn't resist it, buddy. You knew I was going to put it up here. Anyway, there's training tonight, so I got to go settle some personal issues first, like checking my mail and Facebook and Tagged and Multiply, abit of bloghopping, maybe some YouTube, chatting on MSN, bakar rumah orang, and maybe have a little slice of that Cheese Pizza, again. Mmmmmmmm. So long, and goodbye. Au revoir. P.S: Teringat sekejap. HAHAHAHAHA. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, August 2, 2009, 1:57 PM
Today, due to some grey matter malfunction and my obstinate refusal to blog when Blogger is experiencing neverending PMS has caused readers like you to start having unpleasant thoughts like....................... .........labelling me as a lazy bum. No matter how constructive those criticisms I may have been given to improve on this intolerable behaviour (as classified from religious bloghoppers / bloggers), I am adamant NOT to continue blogging if Blogger does not commit to it's responsibilities. Yes, I am blatantly blaming you, Blogger. The brutal truth really hurts, but no, I am not closing down this space, not now, not ever (probably) but it seems that you have left no pity for me anymore, though I yearned so much to take advantage......no wait.......opportunity to use you. And it's nothing sexual. It is such a sad, sad predicament, really. It is because of YOU, now people may think my life is boring. That is really an understatement, and I shall not comply to it, and I insist that you go fix your damned problem. Because of you, it is such a total let down that I can no more post pictures, nor can I colour my fonts and everything else that you USED TO provide. Now it is nothing but a sick, sad, sodding little blank page. How I wish I could take all that and shove it into your rotting little mouth. If ONLY you had a mouth. I would have done that a long time ago, plus, my sized 8 foot has never seen a set of teeth for a long long time already. It has missed digging deep into palates till they fall off their gums. If only you were human. Do you understand? No, do you REALLY understand? If you were human, I would have done alot of things to you. Not sexually but, none other such as physically assaulting (I said, NOT sexually) or maybe make you eat faeces, vomitting them out and eating them again (I said, NOT sexually) and probably whip you till you bleed. I EMPHASIZE AGAIN, NOT SEXUALLY, MOFOS. GOD. What the hell do you think I am? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!? Jeeziz christ. *pulls hair out* Is everyone going crazy, or is it just me? Because I just stated that I shall blog no more, and yet I am doing it right now. Things have made me go crazy, and I blame you for it. I don't care whoever YOU is, but yes. You are at fault as the cause of me losing my goddamn mind. Watch out, YOU. Whoever YOU are. Dammit. P.S: I am going to stay home the whole day and watch Garfield tonight. Hmm. Garfield. *rubs chin* P.P.S: Grinch just texted to inform me of a glitch that has happened. And I'm getting pretty worried. *paces room* P.P.P.S: Blogger better stop being an ass. NOT SEXUALLY. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, August 1, 2009, 1:15 PM
No wait, that sounded wrong. They've left and thank god had reached safely. HAHAHAHAHA. *smacks forehead* Blogger is being a BITCH today, AGAIN! *furious* So have the Sil'Art team which has gone off to Melaka for a demo this morning, and returning tomorrow. Guess it's just me and the world now. *pouts* The hearing at the chamber last afternoon with the other claimants was short. Registrar announced that a court order will be issued to the respondent as none of it's representatives were present for the consultation yesterday. How irresponsible. *sighs* I guess I just have to wait. The order lasts for 6 years dammit. I would have gotten myself married by then. I don't know if I can wait that long, I might be dead halfway, still waiting like a cold idiot. Hmm. I slept so much yesterday. I slept everywhere. Seriously, I have never felt so lethargic in my whole life before, walking like a crippling faggot. I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed a massage. And there's only one person who would do it willingly. *rubs palms* *bats eyelashes* You know who you are. Let's get down to lavender baby oil. Something to look forward to today. Brother's sent out invitations for the whole family to attend an investiture later on at Nanyang Polytechnic. Now it got me excited, planning on what to wear already. Best part is, there's reception right after that. Yes! I guess I'll be starving myself for awhile before dinner. And I hope these breakouts clear soon, I have a magazine interview jeeziz sake. ARGH. I hate interviews. Shite! P.S: Hitting is not allowed. It hurts people. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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