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Monday, October 26, 2009, 6:02 AM
Hindustani it is. Oh dear, you guys just have to watch it. Pronto. NEXT. I don't know what on earth has gotten into Boyfriend, but he's getting kinda up-in-his-arse and paranoid ultimatum these few days. Some bug must have bit him or something, but he better wake up on the right side of bed and start of well if he wants to be seen around me. I hate him if he gets so uptight about............nothing. *shakes him mad* WHAT IS WRONNNNNGGGG WITH YOUUUUUUUUUU? *LAUGHS* He hates it if I do that. He thinks I make him feel like he's a retard or something when I talk slow to him. Maybe he is. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. Kidding. Anyway, I ended up ironing my panties last night because it was still wet from the laundry, and it was getting late and I was far from packing. Whaaaaaaaat. Don't even dare, you lying bastards. I know you guys have done it before too. I'm still on sleeping mode. Plus, look at the time now. I have to get to the Federation by 8.30am? That's the reason for the Mr. Bean act. Lucky enough I hadn't dried my unders in the oven. Hahahaha. Alright, I'll be gone for two weeks. Behave yourselves, and take care. 26th - 29th October 2009 Singapore Silat Federation 3rd Asian Indoor Games 30th Ocotber - 8th November 2009 Hai Duong City, Vietnam Nacimex Hotel, City Centre Square, No 10-30-10 Boulevard, Hai Duong City GOOD LUCK. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, October 25, 2009, 11:36 AM
Oh, what more could I ever ask for than just a day with Mummy? Ostensibly, us girls went out being singles the whole day yesterday. From the mad shopping at Bugis, which left me nearly broke with only 2 dollars, and the heartfelt movie which left us crying towards the end. We were sobbing, dammit. And so was that woman sitting behind us. She has alot of mucus action going on in her nose and lungs or something. Not forgetting Mat Saleh Celup delivering our free humongous popcorn pack (which has a length nearly the size of my arm) and an extra large bubbly Sprite. We were furiously chomping on those before the sad part came, because apparently, we don't want our popcorn salted. Okay, joking. *rolls eyes* Talentime would be, and must be the best-est one produced by Yasmin Ahmad before she went belly up. It should be box office, or what? And the casts, ESPECIALLY Mahesh, are cute. Mahesh. Mahesh. Mahesh. Why do you have to be Indian? Why? Oh hell, I don't know what I'm talking about, but I find him doing the sign language sexy. (He's not really deaf or speech impaired, is he? I hope it's just the character he's playing) I don't care if he does the flamboyant hand stuff, because I don't even get it, but he's hot anyway. The songs are cool, too. *flutters eyelashes* Speaking of which, I bought the most expensive fakies ever in my life. It costed me nearly 10 bucks for the fake lashes made from human hair. I was thinking if they ever did collected pubic hair to make these, but I don't think pubes would end up so straight. Or so fine. Not in Sri Lanka, they don't. Do they? Or maybe they shaved a corpse bald before they're burnt. Or the armpit hairs of those who grew them long and got then rebonded. *LAUGHS* I'm losing it, but who the heck cares? I was happy. Yesterday. And probably today, because I got a wedding invititation to attend. Till then. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, October 24, 2009, 12:51 PM
*LAUGHS* On the other hand, I was just about to enjoy the sensation (Do I sound sadistic?) when the nurse said, "Okay, done!" Okay, that was fast. I was prepared to be given a "You're so brave!" certificate like the one I got in Kandang Kerbau Hospital 10 years ago, but it never happened. I got a cheap plaster, instead. And diarrhoea because I ate some spicy stuff that Brother cooked. -___________-" Boyfriend got a fever after that. HAHAHAHAHA. *slaps forehead* I am suggesting, the next time he's going to get a jab, is through his ass. I bet now he's grown enough meat in that area to withstand needle-pain. Right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I blackmailed him, saying that if he does not get better, he jolly well forget about talking to me. "Wah... Sooooo fierce!" Not fierce lah boy, very concerned only. He must be swallowing all those painkillers furiously, I think. I just wished him well to prepare for the in-camp this coming Monday. OHMYGOD, I'm left with tomorrow too. Shite. Shite. Shite. IN-CAMP. I feel like I'm going to serve National Service or something. Why am I so nervous? Tell me, why? WHY!? I was being such a princess last night. I had Mummy apply Ketoprofen on my shoulder, and Brother comb my wet hair slowly with a brush. Plus, I think Daddy knew I was going to ask a massage from him, that's why he went to bed early. Jahat punya olang. Chet! NEXT! Anyway, I'm out shopping with Mummy today. Dough's in, and it's smiling to me in my wallet since the last two days. *grins* Mat Saleh Celup's working today, I hope he'll prolong his shift. I want the food freebieeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss............ *chuckles* Mentel. I wonder if he could get me free tickets too? Or am I asking too much? Hmm. *bats eyelashes* Hmm. Bahaha. Alright, be off now. Take care, and put on your best behavior. Till then. Au revoir. P.S: So tell me, how does it feel if someone doesn't pay attention to what you're saying, hmm? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 12:51 PM
*LAUGHS* On the other hand, I was just about to enjoy the sensation (Do I sound sadistic?) when the nurse said, "Okay, done!" Okay, that was fast. I was prepared to be given a "You're so brave!" certificate like the one I got in Kandang Kerbau Hospital 10 years ago, but it never happened. I got a cheap plaster, instead. And diarrhoea because I ate some spicy stuff that Brother cooked. -___________-" Boyfriend got a fever after that. HAHAHAHAHA. *slaps forehead* I am suggesting, the next time he's going to get a jab, is through his ass. I bet now he's grown enough meat in that area to withstand needle-pain. Right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I blackmailed him, saying that if he does not get better, he jolly well forget about talking to me. "Wah... Sooooo fierce!" Not fierce lah boy, very concerned only. He must be swallowing all those painkillers furiously, I think. I just wished him well to prepare for the in-camp this coming Monday. OHMYGOD, I'm left with tomorrow too. Shite. Shite. Shite. IN-CAMP. I feel like I'm going to serve National Service or something. Why am I so nervous? Tell me, why? WHY!? I was being such a princess last night. I had Mummy apply Ketoprofen on my shoulder, and Brother comb my wet hair slowly with a brush. Plus, I think Daddy knew I was going to ask a massage from him, that's why he went to bed early. Jahat punya olang. Chet! NEXT! Anyway, I'm out shopping with Mummy today. Dough's in, and it's smiling to me in my wallet since the last two days. *grins* Mat Saleh Celup's working today, I hope he'll prolong his shift. I want the food freebieeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss............ *chuckles* Mentel. I wonder if he could get me free tickets too? Or am I asking too much? Hmm. *bats eyelashes* Hmm. Bahaha. Alright, be off now. Take care, and put on your best behavior. Till then. Au revoir. P.S: So tell me, how does it feel if someone doesn't pay attention to what you're saying, hmm? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, October 23, 2009, 12:12 PM
There's only one thing that got me pissed right out of my damn self yesterday. I don't know the right term to put it, but I was supposed to mind my agonizing lower back, which I completely forgot because of that old faggot who measured my Sea Games pants. Damn you. Damn you, and your entire Sun Wukong generation, both dead and alive. I hate you. Nevermind your politeness and your almost-alien-German sounding accent which ultimately changes the word 'skinny' into 'soo-kin-nee'. You made a simple word turned into 3 syllables! I hate you. Pants that I wear, I should be comfortable in it, right? WRONG. Stupid old aunty seemed to have abilities and said that I should be wearing a size 'L' instead of 'M'. HELLO! Aku yang pakai seluar tu ke, kau yang pakai? Aku punya suka lah nak pakai size 'M' ke size 'S' ke. Aku tak pakai seluar pun aper kau kisah! Sodalam aku ah. I was already gettin' on steady with my choice, before she said 'L' looks better on me, and proceeded on measuring my waist which needed an inch and a half for alterations. INCH AND A HALF!? That's nearly TWO INCHES, goddammit. Eh tua, satu inci setengah bapak kau, bodoh. What the hell do you think I am? I could literally stuff balls in my pants. Pasal kau, seluar aku sekarang dah tak handsome, kau tahu tak? Boleh simpan taik kat dalam. Taik aku, taik kau, taik anjing kau pun aku boleh sumbat kat dalam. Fancy her telling I look nicer with her choice of size. Since when did I hire a personal fashion advisor? When? Tell me ah, when? When ah, when!? How does she want me to look like???? THIS!!!??? WTH!!?? I LOOK ALMOST LIKE HER! And I'm not supposed to be smiling. WHY THE HELL AM I SMILING!? WHY!? I AM SUPPOSED TO BE FURIOUS! And that pants. OMGood Lord of Mercy. Lord, LORD........What is wrong with her, Lord? Aku benci kau. Benci yang amat sekali, aku rasa macam nak tanam kau hidup-hidup sebelah patung Confucius kat Chinese Garden tu. Stupid ah. Stupid ah. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Nie baru aku suruh measure size seluar. Kalau aku suruh kau measure size seluardalam aku? Mampos, bukan taik anjing je, satu anjing German Shepherd aku boleh sorok kat dalam. Lepas tu, aku sumbat seluardalam besar aku kat mulut kau, kasi kau telan. Mesti best. P.S: I hate you, old woman. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, October 22, 2009, 11:36 AM
My goodness. I can barely walk. My whole body is aching, and I can't sleep for 2 nights now. I need help with putting my clothes on and off, especially undoing the hooks to my brassiere. (Which is, exceptionally painful to do so because I feel like my shoulder sockets are about to fall off) My lower back is the killer. I'm walking like I got balls hanging in my middle, and it doesn't help that I look like a crippling old woman trying to get up from the floor. ARRRRGGGHHHHHHH. Need massage. Need massage. Need massage. Off with the team today to ESTA to get our measurements for the bomber jacket done. And then for a photoshoot at the Federation (semalam dah kena buih. Kampret betul), before resuming for practice. Ugh. 3 more days till in-camp. And I have loads to do. Tsk. Oh oh, and Evil Eye accidentally woke me up this morning, calling me attttttttttttt..............10.26am. I was still dreaming. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, October 21, 2009, 1:58 PM
I HAD TO WAKE UP EARLY FOR THIS CRAP! And thank God the security informed us, if not we'd be sitting in our uniforms like idiots, in an empty hall. YOU CALL YOURSELF A TEACHER!? *%$%&*(&. In the end, Boyfriend and I went back to my place, had breakfast and watched Orphan. Mummy was busy in the kitchen, whilst waiting for Beautiful Bouncer to arrive, so I slept. And woke up to eat. And then I slept again. And then I woke up to eat. Again. And right now, I'm blogging. I'm so sleepy right now. i don't know what else to do, but wait till it's time to head off to the Federation. There's trials tonight. Something to look forward to. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, October 20, 2009, 12:44 PM
I had the most precious sleep last night. Maybe because I had the cognitive comfort, knowing that I finally get to squeal into the damned phone excitedly with Fat Boy Hero #1 (he said I sounded like a 1 year old, anyway) blabbering a week's worth. I was fortunate enough I wasn't talking alone. Boyfriend's been quite talkative eversince he's put on weight. Me: What if someone comes to merisik me early, ah? Him: No!! Say that you're chosen. Me: I'll tell them I'm a lesbian ah. I wonder the look on that Pak Haji Mata Buta and his horde. *LAUGHS* My hard disk is currently getting on my sodden nerves. I don't know what the hell is wrong with it, but Daddy's been asking Brother to fix it for ages, yet nothing's done. I have been waiting for a year, infact, for that brat to deliberate on the gadget. I slept after watching 'Enchanted' last night. If you must learn, I grew up watching happily ever after fairytales. I have the fungi-covered tapes to show, somewhere. Sometimes I wish animals would come scurrying at my call to help me with the house chores like in Cinderella. I wish they could talk. I wish I had a magic carpet which could take me places like in Aladdin. I wish everything was nice, get taken to the ball, without having to worry that some dumbass witch's trying to kill me with a poisoned apple. NOT. I wish. Right now, everything has gone apeshit. Not everything ends happily ever after. Such a cruel, cruel world we live in. Even if animals could talk, it's the end of the world already. P.S: "I've been dreaming for a true love's kiss......." Yeahhhhh, right. Go kiss a dog. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 12:44 PM
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Million Dollar Mutton Monday, October 19, 2009, 12:19 PM
Mat Saleh Celup did ushering yesterday. Kerja koyak ticket. *chuckles* So he couldn't get me those freebies. Just my luck. He told me to come down next week. For the sake of food, I will do almost anything. Anyway, Causeway Point's just 3 bus stops away, and most probably, the first fresh face nut he's going to see is mine next weekends. HAHAHAHAHA. I found my new shopping haven walking around Haji Lane, Bussorah Street and North Bridge Road yesterday. OH MY DOG. How come God didn't bestow me with such pleasures much earlier!? Cheap shiet. Not God you fools, the clothings I meant. Either I am too busy to go shopping, or I haven't earned enough goody points to make Him happy. I am so going to drag Boyfriend there once the dough's in. I hope by this week. *prays hard* FASTER LAH DEY. Anyway, Mummy bought me the original Aladdin pants at a textile sale yesterday. How nice!!!! I know. I know. I am so darn lucky to have a walking bank, right? *LAUGHS* Alright, stupid. Atleast I have her to talk about my wedding plans. Strange for someone like me who's terrified of getting married to talk about nuptial plannings, huh. Brother finally got his retro shoes and fugly + gaudy purple long sleeved shirt. (it's super cool because he'd searched for the right outfit for his Retro / Masquerade D&D. But if he's wearing it to my wedding, for example, it looks fugly) I was the one who chose the colour for him, anyway. *LAUGHS* Buuuuuuuutttt, if he doesn't mind the retro get up to wear for normal outings, that's fine with me. *shrugs* Bahaha. I kan fashion expert. CHEH. Tak tahu malu. Boyfriend's back from Labuan today. YES! I have some serious planning to do with him. Not anything about my wedding, anyway. WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU!? Tsk. I slept after watching Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham last night. I still cried. Abit. Okay, no. Alot. But yeah, I got bored watching 'Imagine That' all the time, so I had to entertain myself with a Hindustani movie. Good thing I memorized all the songs, too. *LAUGHS* I hummed Bole Chudiyan all the way till I dreamt of Shah Rukh Khan. And then I woke up today, with my eyes barely open because of the swelling, I had to press two chilled spoons over it to make the puffiness subside. How interesting. Now I look like a goldfish. -________-"...Hmm. Anyone wants to watch Halloween II WITH me? *tilts head* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, October 18, 2009, 12:07 PM
I've gained two stones since Friday. And I purposely went to Causeway Point's Cathay last night (well, not exactly, my family were planning to go there for dessert, until I realized he's working there) to see Mat Saleh Celup and say 'hi' and I saw his face lit up. Suddenly his shrunken eyes looked like they're about to explode. *LAUGHS* Of course, I wonder what those Bangladeshis were there queueing up to his counter for. They seem to purchase nothing but to keep asking questions in a lingua franca not-quite English nor foreign about...movies (what else) and arguing with him about whether their popcorns should be buttered or salted. It's Deepavali, dammit. Go do something festive. It took me ages to get to the front of the counter. *slaps forehead* And when I did, I gave him the biggest smile and a robotic wave, he squealed... "KAK BIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!" How cute. Just like his sisters. HAHAHA. And then I just wasted $1.80 on a damn stick of Mentos, just to prove to those assholes behind me that I was there to atleast...............buy something. -_____________-" Mat Saleh Celup: Kak Bit, you want to buy something? Me: Uh....buy something? YAH. *mind racing* MENTOS. And I think that was the most stupidest answer I could give, now I'm nearly 2 bucks short because of it. Me: How much is it? Mat Saleh Celup: $1.80. So mahal, right? A-hahaha. Me: *eyes widened in shock* I paid for the stupid candy, anyway. Me: *flutters eyelashes* Can I rate you? Mat Saleh Celup: A-hahaha. Yah, can. Wait ah. I rated him. With a happy smile. See, so nice right? HAHAHAHA. Boy texted me later that night saying he completely forgot to issue me food freebies, and that he will the next time I come to 'visit' him at Cathay. Oh, I will. TODAY! All of it. Wedges, Nachos, Popcorns, even those damned Mentos. I will come. You waiiiiiiiiittttt. *chuckles in excitement* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, October 17, 2009, 12:58 PM
And then 3 of us slept through watching 'Setem' leaving Mummy alone, before playing 'Imagine That' for the I-forgot-how-many times, I memorized the lines. I ate alot, too. Yes, that girl. Sodden human being is an appetite incease-er. Whenever I see her, I feel like eating. She could make bulimics and anorexics fatr. And to those who are already fat, she could make them obese. What a specialty. And now that she's gone, I feel like starving myself. *LAUGHS* I don't care if it's Deepavali, with ladoos, and murukus, and curry shit, I am not eating because she's not there. So, I shall not eat. NOT! I'm going to watch 'Orphan' again. And then I'm forcing everyone in the house out to spend the day together. I don't care. I don't care if it's Deepavali, with ladoos, and murukus, and curry shit, I'm taking everyone out and eat elsewhere rather than Mustafa Centre. I DON'T CARE! *pouts* Diarrhoea's still hanging around. I'm done with rushing to the loo every now and then to get my bowels cleaned. And everytime I felt the need to break wind, I can't do it comfortably without feeling like shit is going to come out with it. So everytime I feel like farting, I had to do a mad rush to the toilet. I have no idea how much gas I have in me, but right now, the toilet bowl is my best friend. Sigh. I feel so weak. And now I understood why I had to eat pills for 'strengthening my gut flora'. To strengthen my....uh, guts. *LAUGHS* Duh. Alright, till tomorrow. *winks* Take care and behave yourselves. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, October 16, 2009, 5:42 PM
Last two days, I woke up with a hangover. Overdosed on RedBull, 8 cans altogether (for the sake of trying to stay awake) and by night time, I couldn't remember what the hell I was doing, finding myself waking up with a massive headache the next morning because I had to drag myself out for Northland Primary. And then to demo training at Tampines before evening practice at the Federation. Hardly gotten enough sleep, I was zombified throughout the whole day, and the migraine was killing me. That's the reason why this place was neglected for two straight days. Pardon my absence, Readers. *clears throat* Gosh. What else. Had a bad case of flatulence for three days now (thinking it must be the works of those RedBulls), and I'm suffering from diarrhoea since yesterday. Still wondering what I ate, before realizing that it was probably the 1 litre strawberry milk culprit I downed for breakfast yesterday. Just returned from the doctor's and they gave me an extra dosage for "strengthening of GUT FLORA". STRENGTHENING OF GUT FLORA?! What in the blue hell is is a gut flora!? Do I look like I have some botanical garden growing inside or what. Pill tasted like cola candy. Anyway, Beautiful Bouncer's here. Plus, Daddy's got in a couple of new DVDs, so it's movie marathoning, tonight. I'm expected to stay home burning the player with 'BIG' company....*LAUGHS*....and recover during the weekends. Plus, I overheard Annimal's planning nuptials in a few years. OMG, am I dreaming or what!? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, October 13, 2009, 3:25 PM
I'm pretty sure Kilat's sulking right about then because I had to cancel having breakfast WITH her, just to have breakfast with Fat Boy Hero #1 just now. *LAUGHS* Plus, it's Long John Silvers, man. It's the LOVE. You get what I mean? Not forgetting the cheap ultimate breakfast deals. Size does matter, so they say. "Nature made seafood nutritious, They make it delicious." Have you guys not heard about it? I enjoyed my morning anyway (I had to sacrifice my morning ills 'cause usually when I'm up, it's lunch time) with you-know-who. Cheap breakfast made us full, but I was dried up thirsty the whole time, I knocked back gallons at home upon reaching. Watched "Imagine That" for the 73894856th time with Boyfriend. And right now, I'm sleepy like the deprived. Downed two cans of RedBull, hoping to get drunk with it for me to sustain throughout the whole day later, though lacking of sleep. I think I need 3 more cans. I'd be hyped up. I think. I can have a RedBull party. P.S: Bored. Bore. Boring. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, October 12, 2009, 12:46 PM
Brother brought his happy bus-sized horde crashing through my front door, and they sprawled across the carpets occupying both my living and dining room altogether. No wonder I had an anxiety attack last night, trying to sleep. Maybe. I am not used to having too many chatty human beings crowded in tight spaces, leaving me all panicky and suddenly I have butterfingers and sweaty palms, it's like I'm meeting God or something. Plus, I was in my Benggali suit the whole damn day. Daddy wouldn't let me a chance to change out from them even when he asked me and Mummy out for dinner at Kentucky last night. So I was trotting (literally) in the hot hot suit eating chicken, with nosey mofos staring at me like I'm a runaway Singh bride or something more ludicrous. Yeah, right. Hi. My name is Mutton. Mutton Kaur. My dad's name is Gurmit Singh. *LAUGHS* Annimal came for a sleepover last night, so we ended up in a movie marathon which lasted for nearly four hours. *snorts* And then I tried to get myself to sleep. Which was extremely hard because my head was playing a re-run of an old woman walking with a basketball from The Grudge I watched with the boys. Damn these attacks. I had to force myself to imagine painting colours on the white old woman's face with red circles on the cheeks and lipstick before trying to admire my masterpiece which ended up looking more frightening than at first, looking like a demented circus clown like the one in SAW, I scared myself to sleep. Eventually. And I woke up today, with my hair all over my face, and some in my mouth, I think I might have swallowed a clump. I'm waiting for a hairball to be excreted, because now my tummy's not feeling too well. P.S: "Ain't nothing but a thing." What is that? It is nothing, but something? Or it's something, but it's nothing, but it's not. What the hell. I'm confused. What is that? P.P.S: Misses. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, October 11, 2009, 12:07 PM
Me: Did you do it half naked? Boyfriend: NO!!!! Me: I would. In a bikini. YOU WISH. I cannot believe I gained 3 kilogrammes in a day. I was enjoying myself. How fun. Thanks to Eton's open house last afternoon, I didn't have to feed my puffed face for the rest of the day. Well, 'cept for the 5 tiny curry chicken drumsticks at my neighbours' ending as dinner. Thank lord my family came first, we get to taste everything first hand fresh. And there's a wedding invitation today, too. My weekends couldn't get any better than this, or what. Now, the trouble is, I'm torn on what to wear for later. My feet are suffering from blisters, I cannot possibly wear anything like kurung or kebaya. 'Cause I'll have to pair them up with heels. AND I HAVE TO SACRIFICE MYSELF NOT TO. *sigh* What luck. (phone rings) Me: Yes? Lutot Bengkok: Hello. You pergi telan bomb sudah, "I am good after all." Hahaha. Me: HUH!!?? Little did I realize, he was actually talking about the quiz I made on Facebook. For a moment, I thought he was my secondary school principal, which later I doubt so because my principals have always been crazy small-headed women. Strange. Oh well, still, I know I'm good. So eat it. *sticks tongue out* And currently, Daddy's singing Boom Boom Pow. "Boom boom BOOM! Boom boom BOOOOM~! Boom boom BOOOOOOOM~! He made it sound so depressingly Indian, I'm laughing my ass off. *LAUGHS* Crazy. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, October 10, 2009, 11:48 AM
Can't wait. Me: Nanti lepas Sea Games, aku nak try carik kerja yang berfaedah sikit. Sassyfella: Like? Me: Like.................... (a few seconds later...) Me: Hell. Me: Aku tak tahu. Sassyfella: Bbaaiikkkk. I don't even have slight speck of what kind of ambition I want to have, let alone getting a job in a particular field. So that means, I will be, (hell knows how long) unemployed till an opportunity comes by. Anyway, my usual jacuzzi sessions at the pool are finally settling in next week. I miss that silly girl terribly. *sighs* Which means, there's loads to catch up on! God, I can finally leave half of Boyfriend's ears to absorb my gossipings, and share it with my forever M.I.Aing girlfriend. We can get mentel again. And the hunks at the gym........... ........*eyes gleaming* Bitch mode off. *switches menjeng mode on* I'm rubbing my palms till it's burning, ooh, I can't help getting excited! Currently, Sassyfella's having a hate relationship with her workplace and management. So what does a good girlfriend like me have to say? Me: Mampos! Me: Teruk nah. Kau quit cepat cepat ah. Jadi hari hari kau free. Sebelum tu, collect duit kau. Sassyfella: Meaning? (I swear I wanted to slap herself silly at this point. She can be quite the blur queen) Me: Maknanya in simpler terms... Me: KAU QUIT SEKARANG JUGAK! *shrugs* No point working if you hate your job. So what if you've tried multiple companies of various job scopes and haven't made it to "The Longest Serving Award"? You're still young, you can find some suitable others. Don't worry. *winks* In the meantime, GO QUIT. And then I'm all hugs and sloppy kisses for you if you happen to regret your decision. A heartbreak doesn't last long. *LAUGHS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, October 9, 2009, 1:01 PM
Annnnnnnndddd....it's Friday. You know what that means. CLEANING DAY! Not the house. It's one of those days I finally get to do thorough cleaning in every nook and cranny I can possibly find on my frail, fragile anatomy. Now that I finally have human hair on my crown, there's extra care to take precaution. Plus combing, which feels alien to me. Having not done it in 3 very looooong years. Bad, huh. And Boyfriend keeps breathing down my neck, making sure I pay immaculate attention to the latter. I cannot believe he's turning into the OTHER mother already. And he doesn't even mind me calling him that, because he knows he's badgering me, most of the time. -__________________-" And he even knows, cleverly, how to translate the above icon expression, having seen me done it 89,3736,4846,5848 times whenever I think he's lame. Although the way he does it made him look like I could stick two hotdogs in each of his nostrils. *LAUGHS* He is seriously going to barbeque my ass if he reads this. *whimpers* PLEASE DON'T DO IT, I STILL LOVE YOU. *LAUGHS* Anyway, the last day of my practice week. Finally. Can't wait to get it done and over with, and end it with half a day of sleep, which I have been doing for the past 2 months or so. Hmm. I can't believe my days are spent with 12 hour recovery, and 12 hours of transportation, showering and training. Amaze-ze-zing. And to think I could actually pull it off. *LAUGHS* Meeting OTHER mother later, so I need to do some moisturizing and untangling with a brush, and exfoliating, clipping and shaving, plus foot filing, before grooming myself and then spending an hour on a bus ride to Bedok. I am starting to get hungry, though I just gorged my face 45 minutes ago. Got to go. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, October 8, 2009, 2:12 PM
My God, I have never spent so much time (4 damn hours) at the hairdresser's before. Only because I have grown 3 years of frizzy worth on my round head, and before I was forced to keep it by....*clears throat*....I had very very short spiky, almost mohawk do of which I cropped it myself using a pair of useless clippers. My parents completely lost their minds after that. But then I decided to keep it simply short but nothing outrageous, trimming it ever so often if I found strands sticking out annoyingly. 2009 year-end resolution perhaps, happening today? Gees, no. I only did it because, I just felt like spending my festive money on something fullfilling. Like going to the hairdresser's for example. Get a haircut. Sporting Japanese bangs. And some straightening so I wouldn't look like a deranged lion. I wonder where I got these genes. It was like a field trip to a salon, and me being a such a schoolgirl. Of course I'm excited. I am 3-years deprived of hair scissors and massage wash. So don't blame me. Four hours seemed satisfying enough, though I keep dozing off once in awhile, startling myself before wondering where the hell I was, and why do I have chemicals in my wet hair. So presenting you, the former stiff-big haired ridiculous nut... ...to Million Dollar Mutton. I hope SOMEONE wants to have brunch with me again. Yesterday's was fun till doubling up with laughters felt like a chore. Made my day fall into a perfect end. Thank you, Love. *winks* And please, stop being so annoying. *LAUGHS* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, October 7, 2009, 10:07 AM
Bollocks. Me, married? Good Lord, the earth's experiencing Judgement Day already or something? What's with you people with the age-old pain in my arse phrases like, "You're 20 now, you should be ready" or "You're old enough to get married" and if it's already that annoying, the one that puts the damned cherry on top of the icings on a bloody cake is everything that starts with...... "When I was your age....". Do you know how humble the start of a phrase could turn into something so painfully irritating, almost burning the lobes of my ears when everything that ends with it has got something to do about void-deck mega celebrations, dais and table themes? Worse part yet, BABIES. Oh motherfuggingduck, tell me it's not happening. Atleast it ain't happening to me, yet. Jeeziz, I'm 20 for crap's sake, and instead of listening to you old fags chicken-butting about conjugal rites and all those Dr Seuss meets Tok Kadi shit, I should be schooling you about my sunshine years. Like when I'm 20, I am still free from carrying a load that's stuck to my underbelly which obviously has a living thing breathing inside. When I'm 20, I am still jumping about without having to worry about preparing myself for late-adulthood. Or like some of you in your twenties...... ....you are still playing on your PSPs, you don't have to wake up in the morning, dreading to see your boss's fugly face when you enter the office, or you might even be unemployed, or maybe still sleeping around with various walks of life, just for the fun of it. In my twenties, I don't have such responsibilities like you hags do in your cavemen years. I don't have to wake up in the morning to clean the house. I mean, who wakes up in the morning to clean? Probably my housekeeper. But she's only here every two weeks. But that's not my point. I do agree that the house needs a little bit of tender loving care once in a while, but all in all it's of good maintenance every single day. What the hell do you expect us 20 year old girls to do in the morning? Cook? OMG. In this millennium, almost everybody's eating out. Maybe if they decided to cook, it'll be Maggi or anything instant. AND WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? I am wayyyyyyyyyy sidetracking into nonsense. Well, that's the point. Being 20 now and 20 then is different. In your T-Rex era, 20 year olds carry responsibilities of Barrack Obama and look so serious. In MY era, 20 year olds don't give a damn and they have ultimately gone mad. Maybe I am one. Oh Solomon's sake, I'm still carrying a purple dinosaur keychain everywhere, dammit. I don't even think I'm 20. And I like it that way. Whatever, okay. To whoever who's 20, act like one. According to THIS year. Not your grandmother's. And to those who simply have something more of like sparing their two cents worth and opposing to every letter in this post, feel free to tag anonymously (like you always do, you pretentious cowards). But until then... EAT IT! And I'm not getting hitched anytime later. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, October 6, 2009, 12:09 PM
Pardon me. Again. Things have gone all crazy eversince, and I don't have the time to collect my pathetic self. Hmm. Only until yesternight, perhaps. Atleast that person knocked some sense back down into me, juddering the whole of my self-worth and dignity into place. Good God. *covers head in palms* Anyway, the shoulder's getting pretty bad, got worse when I got a glance to read what my physiotherapist wrote on my excuse letter. I didn't know I was suffering from a long-assed hakuna matata junk of a name, something so long, it should belong in a science laboratory in Germany. I'm thoroughly wasted. Rehab sessions, seeing my geek female therapist every week, trying to sustain under immense arctic chill from the compressor 15 minutes every day. *sigh* And the shit's not getting any better. What the hell. Anyway, so long. Until the next update, supposingly tomorrow. I can't promise, but I am sure if I can, I will. Behave yourselves. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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