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Monday, September 28, 2009, 7:18 PM
I'm stressed out. Anyway, finals tomorrow. Can't wait to get it done and over with. Good luck to those who are playing. *whispers* Especially my forever M.I.Aing roomie. Ahem. Be back blogging tomorrow, if I can. Right now, my priority is my stomach. WHAT'S FOR DINNER? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 11:33 AM
Okay, not. I was just kidding. I have never felt so deprived of a meal before. Not even when I was dieting. This is worse. I feel like I'm undergoing a stimulating Total Defence Day test or something. The only thing I have in my fridge now are the 3 day old boiled sweet potatoes. Which have gone soggy and probably spoilt by now. I didn't dare check, afraid to find freaking worms in it. Or mine something more gross. Hmm. Luckily for me, I have a stock pile of instant noodles which I have gotten bored eating already. *gags* I have been watching MTV all day long, cleaning the room out of boredom and playing the same games all over in Boyfriend's iPhone. Roomie's rarely in the room, so I have to stay strong when the beds start to shake. Last night was terrifying. I slept alone, because roomie claimed she was locked out from the room when it wasn't even locked. So I panicked. I was sweating bullets, and panicked myself to sleep. I think. But I woke up just to take a crap before receiving a call informing me of morning training. I literally dragged myself to the showers and got ready in time before Pornstar came knocking my door asking for food. I felt so bad for him, I felt so horrible at myself for finishing my own supply. Blame the hungry bollocks who keep banging on my door, bursting into my room and grab whatever edible stuff they could find. I'm actually waiting for lunch. I have no hell of an idea when that will be, but I'm looking forward to having dry rice again. And all the vegan shit. I don't give a damn anymore. I am so hungry, I could turn into a cannibal. So long now. Probably blog later at night or something. Got to get rest for tomorrow, the big day for the finalists. All the best to you, and good luck to us. Stay healthy and behave yourselves. Au reviour. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, September 27, 2009, 10:33 PM
Five days here already and I'm still complaining. I just have to. Why? Because I always do. My bed keeps shaking non stop, halal food is scarce here, the coaches have turned mother cum cook, providing all the necessities and shit. Thank jeeziz, we're well fed and hydrated. Nobody died yet. Everyone looks healthy here. Only because we're forcing ourselves to eat dry. Dry rice, dry veggies, dry almost everything. I'm beginning to think the officials are turning us into Vietnamese. All due to the first night of nonsense dining. Atleast for me it was. No wonder it was hard for me to find fat people here. LOOK AT WHAT THE HELL THEY'RE EATING! Sooner, we'll all turn into vegetarians. God, that would be a nightmare. Oh yeah, the boys are already crazy with Nguyen. Hell would I know what in the blinking flip that means but they are screaming the word everywhere. Nguyen might probably be a name of a dog. I don't know and I don't bother to ask. I don't even care. Nguyen come, Nguyen go. But I never saw the REAL Nguyen yet. If I did, maybe I would die of laughter. Almost 70% of everything here has Nguyen on it. What the hell is Nguyen? Or who, for that matter? Hmm. Who cares anyway. It's already 10pm here, and I'm alone in my room. Room mate's gone to the kids' room at the back, probably laughing their asses off over some video on YouTube. I don't get their sense of entertainment, really. But I hope I get sone company before I go to bed later. I don't want to be alone when my bed starts to shake again. To the rest of you, stay tuned to tomorrow. Goodnight. *sighs* Saturday, September 26, 2009, 2:28 PM
Hmm. Well, maybe a bit. Like food. We had to make do with our coaches recipes. And cold nights, not forgetting my shaking bed. IT ACTUALLY VIBRATED, GOD DAMMIT! I was too freaked out, I thought I was the only sodding one. My other comrades were having the same extra phenomenon of 'free' Osim back massage from their beds too. Jeeziz. It had been raining since the night we arrived. Text messages costs a bomb, we had to buy their prepaids. Survival stock in our fridges are running out. Thanks to my room mate, my US dollars are saved. They don't accept nothing for Dong. Be back blogging later. Have to go. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 10:22 AM
My dumb Facebook friends really think I'm engaged. Yeah right, to my own paternal cousin. *snorts* I'm sleepy. Fact is, I should still be asleep right now, waking up only to shower and get dressed to report myself at the airport by 1.30pm. So it IS real. I AM leaving. For the Pre - 3rd Asian Indoor Games in Hanoi. Today. I can't believe it myself. *rubs chin* Hmmmm. But I am still sleepy because I had to take Northland for their CCA at 7.30am just now. That's why. Ostensibly, Black Grizzly Bear had some errands to scoop up and couldn't manage to get replacements. Lucky my ass, Boyfriend's driving. So I didn't have to wake up so early. The little kids were negotiating all morning. I wish I could slap their faces sore and shut them up. I didn't get breakfast, so I'm hungry. Not that I dig waking up just to have a meal, but usually when I do, it's lunch time. *chuckles* And that added up to my morning cranks. Because I had to wake up so damned early. Anyway...... Have a happy SCHOOL / WORK day and may you enjoy the rest of the weekend before resuming to the usual festive house-visits. Don't forget to wish us the best. 24th - 30th September 2009 Hai Duong City, Hanoi, Vietnam Good luck. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, September 22, 2009, 1:16 PM
Skin's sore due to multiple tapings, I'm lopsided weak right now I can't even wash my own asshole for nuts. I've been communicating well with the toilet right this moment too. Thanks to the laxatives. And thanks to my unmoved bowels that were playing dead for three days. I had to stick to that last resort. I can't believe I have so much shit in me. Oh my God. I'm so full of shit. *LAUGHS* Leaving tomorrow, and I'm far from packing. The only thing that's ready is the luggage sitting in my carpeted room. It's a bloody threat. Sigh. Maybe I'll start tonight. Goodbye. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, September 21, 2009, 9:23 PM
WHAT THE HECK. Selamat Hari Raya to those who have succeeded in fasting (that means no ponteng-ponteng) and to those who are enjoying the festive season thinking they're worth to celebrate this month.... Puasa tak cukup nak raya. Aku ram kang. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, September 10, 2009, 3:10 PM
I couldn't even manage to eat this morning. I was too exhausted to even open my mouth. I need an extra pair of hands to help me move my jaws to chew. I ended up eating a small slice of 'Kuih Bakar' and slid a few milliletres of water down my throat before dragging myself back to bed, only getting up with too much wax in my eyes at nearly one in the afternoon. I had to literally use a damned spoon to scrape out all that crap before startling myself with a cold shower. ......And then I went to the kitchen and opened the ice box. Only to realize that I wasn't supposed to eat. Well actually, I could if I want to 'cause I ain't able to fast just yet, but it suddenly struck me that it was still Ramadhan. *long pause* WHAAAAT!!?? I THOUGHT IT WAS ALREADY HARI RAYA!! *conscience-strickened* In your dreams, asswit. ($@#((^#^&(%#%&. I can swear to you, 10 more days would feel like a year before you could go around house-visiting and do your month's hobby of money-collecting. (for kids like me) So late one ah? And I'm only given 3 days to do some major "jalan-jalan cari duit" before leaving the country for the 3rd Pre-Asian Indoor Games in Hanoi. Sigh. What luck. But still, there's something else to look forward to. *rubs palms* CAN'T WAIT. I'm off now. See you when I see you. Take care and behave yourselves. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, September 9, 2009, 2:59 PM
Well, that is none of your damned business. Truth is, it was only this morning that the skies looked especially spectacular in their violet hues, before rising slowly into place after 15 minutes. The clouds looked like cotton candy, too. (Only because I felt hungry at that point of time) *LAUGHS* Plus, I got amused seeing aunties or enthusiatic-fat burning-ipod-on-arms women sweating profusely making their rounds, swinging their arms like those Minahs in my secondary school during morning run. They were all over the place, I don't know what the hell they're doing. One even jogged in her mini jeans. Another one in slippers. An Apek slapping his armpits for God-knows-what. And then came a swarm of factory workers cycling past like they're in some marathon or something. Not forgetting lorries carrying Bangladeshis who think they're working at the Padi field with their cheap "Hello Morning" towels wrapped around their heads. And then there's the weirdos at the bus stops staring at me like I was some kind of freak. What a morning. Sigh. It's my turn to prepare break fast for the fat boy tonight. Hmm. He needs it, especially after two straight days carrying a market bag filled with grub to feed 4 people, when it's just for the two of us. *LAUGHS* NEXT. Little Girl: *spells* S-I-N-G-A-P-O-R-E. Gayong Perwanit! *enthusiastically* Little Boy: Bukan lah! Singapore lah bodoh. The little things that make me laugh at the end of the day. *smiles* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, September 8, 2009, 2:53 PM
So I got myself a four-leaf clover anklet yesterday. Whoever was that git who claimed clovers with an extra leaf was to bring good charm and luck, well, I supposed I'm bamboozled with that statement. Probably. Okay no. I chose it only because it was nice, the beau liked it too, and still there was also the stigma that four-leaf clovers bring good luck. *LAUGHS* WHO WOULD WANT TO BELIEVE THAT SHIT, ANYWAY? It's only a damned leaf, with an extra green flap (well, it IS a rare find to chance upon a clover with an extra leaf), and what the hell do you do if you found them? Stick it on your forehead? And then suddenly your life brightens up, you happen to embrace all the good fortune which comes rolling to you? So selfish one ah. Hmph. *folds arms* NEXT! Gentle Giant is being super annoying when he starts mentally bullying me, swaggering his skills on Word Search last night. Action betul. Hmph. *pouts* Tak suka. Tak suka. One day, I will beat your score; ON YOUR IPHONE. The kids are going gaga over iPhones anyway. I'm just school girl-excited because I get to play the games they have installed, killing time while the rest have to perform Maghrib and Tarawih prayers. There's always a good side to having a happy period. *winks* BUT, as Ramadhan's coming to an end, the food at the Federation seems to get lesser, too. Maybe our benefactor's saving up for the festive season and all the Kuih Tart and Ketupat. *LAUGHS* Lucky me, I have my own generous 'fat' partner with his ridiculous amount of food to share with. No wonder he's getting fatter. Like, seriously. Okay, joking joking. *chuckles* Injured the same arm, yet again. This 14th feels like forever to wait before I get to see my doctor. Sigh. And the SSC's reception must be getting notorious remarks from athletes on not picking up our damned calls. What the hell are they doing over there anyway? Carik pasal betul. Anyway, I have some Facebook-ing to do plus checking my ever-growing emails before meeting the other FAT half (Whaaaaaaaaaat? Correct what. HAHAHAHA) to buy the Rendang Currypuff I fell in love with eversince Gentle Giant let me have ONE BITE of his. So the Cik Kedek-Kedek-Kot, right? Chet. *LAUGHS* I have been peeing alot recently. And trust me, ALOT. It's like my bladder could hold 7 to 10 counts of piss. Oh, come on. Why do you think that counting the secondswhile I'm taking a leak sounds weird? I bet you dig your damn nose and count the boogers that came out of it. Maybe even stick it on the wall. Or anywhere, for that matter. *LAUGHS* Alright. Take care people, behave yourselves. Au revoir. P.S: You're spoiling meeeeeeeeeeeeeee. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, September 7, 2009, 1:18 PM
DON'T YOU THINK OUR BAZAAR RAMADHAN AT CAUSEWAY POINT IS GETTING SMALLER? Precisely. (No matter what your damn answers are, but I totally concur to my own statement above) So you see, the last time I saw the entire white gazebo packed with endless stalls selling Dum Briyani at every corner was like what.........3 or 4 years ago? And now? Those freaking Briyani-selling people are still there selling orange-coloured rice, cows and sheeps, BUT, they're almost the ONLY ones there. And it's getting boring. Even the smell bores you till you gag. And then there's dealers selling cars, manipulating dense onlookers with their $1 payment before scraping and squeezing every dollar from buyers, leaving them to scratch their worthless balls being bankrupt at the end of the day. I missed those times where organisers arranged lucky draws and performances by local artistes on a fairly big stage, and then all the sweaty people get together, aunties go mad over Didicazli and Minahs drooling over Taufik Batisah. (Read: Not that I cared even if they invited Michael Jackson to perform because I do not participate in cheap merriment. I just like it because of the atmosphere) And the Mats are just there to checkout those underaged girls with stick-thin McDonalds eyebrows. What is happening to this world? Back to my declaration, yes, I surely think the bazaar's shrinking every year. And they're selling the same old things that Hajah Maimunah might probably sell at Lorong Pisang. Or even at Asia Ghani just right across my home at 888 Plaza. Briyani. Briyani. Briyani. Siput Sedut. Briyani. Briyani. Briyani. The only new thing about Briyani is the Mee Hoon Briyani. I don't care hell how that tastes like, but it's so strange, I don't think I'd want to touch it, let alone eat. Hmm. But that's the only new grub I know. The rest.....................................................*snores* And those $1 cars too. How annoying~. Last evening, I went there just to get 4 packets of Kathira of which I couldn't finish till today. I couldn't even finish half of a packet. But surely, one packet goes to the good samaritan whom I will be meeting later. EHEM!! Shopping really is a stress-reliever. Especially if you have company. Who cares how many of them are there, or even if it's just one bleeding soul, if they are shopaholics like you are, the least you guys could get orgasm from is just by window-shopping. But the real sex is purchasing them, of course. Speaking of which, I don't even know what shall I get for myself today with Boyfriend. See? He's spoiling me, and he doesn't care. Usually cosseting might cause mental pandemoniums, or even erratic behaviour but it seems to me that my other half is enjoying it. Which is dangerous. Because I'll end up more a brat than I already am. Who cares? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *evil laughs* And.....thanks to Lutot Bengkok for introducing me to this song. Gua sayang lo. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, September 6, 2009, 2:36 PM
No more Butt Talk? Nooooooo. I told you it's on hiatus already. Maybe because the author's trying to figure out new topics or something. Hmm. I have yet to ask her. Currently, she's on a very good mood. And pampered too much, you see. Only yesterday had she indulged into a mini shopping trip and got herself two pairs of earrings, two toe rings, and two sets of bangles. Tsk tsk tsk. *shakes head* She's got time for shopping, and neglected her precious online baby. How sad. But, a girl's got to do, what a girl's got to do. *chuckles* So readers, please hold on to your hairy asses and await for the brand new Butt Talk which will launch some time (but not so soon) later when Mutton has decided it's actually time. *LAUGHS* What the hell. Speaking of pampering, that girl got her hair brushed, her earrings put on, her feet rubbed and even fed till she nearly suffocated. Such a baby. *rolls eyes* Plus, she even beat her other half's Dactyl bomb detonating score by a triple. How impressive. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *evil laughs* Try beating that, boy. Anyway, her "NyotNyot" decided to bring her for another pleasure-shopping trip again tomorrow. Sooner, he's going to spoil her. Wait, wait. Not reaaaaalllly spoiling her, more of like being very well taken care of. What kind of girl hates being mollycoddled, anyway? A dead one, perhaps. So alright, I be off now. Got some Facebook-ing to do. And yah...... Signing off right now is.......the spoilt little girl herself. *LAUGHS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, September 5, 2009, 1:22 PM
I had actually blogged for three straight days now. Hurrah to me. *claps* And during those three days, I have put on weight, I'd started perspiring like a mad cow everywhere, even walking seemed like I was jogging to the pit of my grave. Not to mention just sitting under the shade when the sun's out. I amuse myself every single time. And then, I'd get annoyed. I could find things like these becoming interesting topics for a conversation. And those people who would rather lie down on their beds and rot but instead, whole-heartedly willing to hear me whine about a stupid matter would be none other than Beautiful Bouncer and my infamous "NyotNyot" - also known as.... ......you know who the darn you are. *LAUGHS LIKE MAD* I am such a nice person today, I even concealed your identity. Don't laugh. No, I am ALWAYS nice. *bats eyelashes* Hee hee hee. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Can't I indulge in self-pleasures of praising myself? I am so nice, I can even praise an African baboon for owning an ass which looks like it's having haemorrhoids or something. It's too sodding disgusting, it looks like a strawberry fruit cake. See? Who else could make a git for a primate feel so proud to have buttocks which looks like food? Eventhough I bet it doesn't smell like one. Who? Who? None other than myself. Anyway, I couldn't sleep last night. Maybe I was too tired to sleep. What the heck. Maybe it was the fan. Maybe it was the air-conditioner. Maybe it was the pillows. Maybe it was those 18 Siput Sedut that burned my whole mouth and throat till I had to cool it with the fan switched to the fullest. I don't know. Who in the hell in the name of humankind would make Siput Sedut so spicy, it would have given people stomach ulcer? And don't ask me why I still ate it. It's Siput Sedut dammit. Siput Sedut in Lemak Chilli gravy. SEE-PODE SUR-DOTE. It's like those Lychee drinks I went ga-ga over, but it's Siput Sedut. That's why I ate it. Fortunately my tummy didn't get upset or anything. But if it does, it's worth it. Because it's Siput Sedut. And the only time I get to eat them is during Ramadhan. It completes the atmosphere, you know. Like the bottles or packets filled with Kathira water in green, pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange, red, chocolate, black....(okay, part ni aku dah mengarot).....and many other ridiculous colours you can think of. Time flies and we're left with two more weeks of fast. School holidays have kicked in too. *rubs chin* ZAMAN BILA MAU SEKOLAH. Cheh, cheh. *LAUGHS* The last time I went to school was like what...................4 months ago? 4 months is a long time, quite gruelling too if you have to make your way to and fro from the court and to the Police HQ to make criminal reports and then proceeding to waste your life away waiting for the refund when you know it will never come. Nor will it fall from the sky. Not even if you went to a Bomoh. You have spent travelling expenses, and all you get is a bloody piece of letter from the Subordinates pertaining to something you have already known, or very much predicted because (LIKE DUH) it's obvious. I'm getting tired, too. Sigh. The world is but a cruel place we're living in. No wonder the Apeks are screaming "Go and die lah!" I really wonder if the hereafter would be a better place......... .....for you and for me and the en-tire human race. There are, people dying, if you care enough for the living.......(carries away in MJ's Heal The World) OKAY, MENGAROT. Alright, I'm done here. Off to do a bit of shopping before heading for a talk at SCOE. *yawns* And I need some sleep. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, September 4, 2009, 2:13 PM
It's CLEANING DAY today. And by that, I solemnly say, it ain't got nothing to do about sweeping the floors of my house. No, no. Not anywhere near that. CLEANING DAY means, I'm cleaning myself. Not that I don't any other day, but today, it's thorough. Which ultimately means I've shaved, trimmed, clipped, plucked, brushed, scrubbed, wiped, exfoliated, peeled and filed. The only thing I haven't done is digging. (Somehow that sounded wrong) But fortunately, I had already done that last night. That sounded wrong too. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS THINKING! OH MY GOD! I meant cleaning out the wax in my ears and nose. Oh my goodness, you people. *chuckles* Anyway, SSC is getting on my freaking nerves or what. I've called them 31 times, and not a bloody soul picked the damned phone up. Either they're deaf, or dead. Or maybe it's lunch time or something. Maybe some terrorist held them hostage. *shrugs* Hmm. On another note, a samaritan has been very kind to me for two straight days now. (Oh my Lord, I can't believe I'm doing this) Ostensibly Boyfriend has been a goody-two-shoes and quite the charm for being tender-hearted to a fragile girl none other than myself. DANG. I cannot believe I'm crediting him. HA-HA-HA. *whispers* Actually he forced me into blogging about how nice he had been these few days, but he forgot about the promise he broke last week. Now all of you know he's not a nice person after all, aye? *LAUGHS* Good thing is, the latter's bringing me food for break fast tonight. How nice. (I swear I'm forced to do this) *gagging* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. But seriously, it beats having to pack your own darn meal and bringing them a few kilometres, weighing yourself down during the fasting month and bla bla bla bla bla......(I refuse to start complaining here). Alright, I'm off. Behave yourselves. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, September 3, 2009, 2:02 PM
How long has it been since I took advantage of this space? 2 years, perhaps? *LAUGHS* I have been abstaining from the computer for too long already, I nearly forgot my passwords. Not that there were many, only two specific ones. Alright, alright. I really apologize for my absence these few weeks. Practice has gone on full throttle, and I'm left with that bit of time to get rest. Which I still haven't. That's why I got ill. Now that's where the problem lies. Getting this damned pyrexia is like playing hide-and-seek with a poltergeist. At first it's there, and then it's gone, and then it'll come back. I'm actually experiencing some sort of season with my immune system. The fever will appear and disappear 4 or 5 times in a day. Do you know how frustrating it is? It's so frustrating, it's making myself confused. And, because of it, I'm made a rotten egg for a rotten subject within a sector. I don't know why people are so self-centered these days. Hmm. And I gained 3 kilogrammes from staying home, recuperating. -____-" Yeah, and I can't promise that I would be updating frequently right this moment since my days are pretty packed, and sadly I'd only be back home when you people are already asleep. Every weekday. Kesian kan. I tahu. *chuckles* BUT, I would probably put my heart to updating during the weekends. That, I'm sure of. One thing, I hope the fever would subside pretty soon. Because the migraine is killing me, I'm reaaaaally beginning to think a tumour is growing in there. And my chest hurts so bad, I bet I'm being voodoo-ed or something. Bahaha. I guess that's it for now. Gotta be off already. See you around. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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