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![]() Amen. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton
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Confirm bodoh. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, January 21, 2010, 7:44 PM
![]() For those who are dog-blind, kindly click on the above image for a larger view. Oh dear, what have I done? As a matter of fact, I was sulking bad with him because he called me a fat monkey. As a result, I blackmailed him saying that I didn't want to talk to him unless he gave me 3000 apologies on his knees, send my 21 white roses and make me laugh until I cry. I'm still waiting. *waits* While we're waiting for the impossible to happen, let me share with you guys an encounter I had this evening. I was nearly shoved a sock in my face. One Admiralty Primary boy waved goodbye after his session ended before trotting his fat ass to me and said, "Bye bye Teacher! Want to smell my socks?" At that instant I totally forgot whether I should laugh or cry or stuff his damned socks up his pale Chinese arse. He asked me that in the most grave manner, I thought he was serious about it. Asking me to smell his socks. What the hell. If only his socks smelt of spring chicken, I'd be most glad to take a whiff. Better yet, I'd even swallow it. Alright. I'm still waiting for Chopper to redeem his evil doings to me with such simple requests. If he doesn't, I swear he'll regret knowing me. Ever. What? What? What? I wonder why he always has to repeat a question word thrice. *shrugs* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, January 20, 2010, 11:32 AM
...telling me to go shoot myself. -____________-'' Only today, I have sulked 3 times because of three different males, and no matter how intricate their consoles were, I wouldn't buy them. I am so goddamn hard to please nowadays. What the heck is wrong with me. Beautiful Bouncer said maybe it's my periods coming. Can't be. Can't be. I just had them.........................oh Lord, I forgot when was the last time I had them. *slaps forehead* Training had commenced. My mood deepened into the blackest waters, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel no more. Everytime my foot touches the arena, there's two things which are inevitable, that I cannot escape from. YOU WISHED IT WAS TWO THINGS. Two hearts were beating in those, and it bugs me like a stupid mosquito, knowing that the best things I could do was to ignore them. I WISH I COULD, oh trust me. How much I wished I could do that with ease. The more I think about it each day, 84 strands of hair fell out from their roots, and no sooner, I would look like somebody who just went for a week in chemotherapy. Yes, that bad, people. *faints* When all those times I tried to run away from her, eh no, RUN FROM IT, 2010 started off pretty bad. Now I'm waiting patiently for my death to arrive. *sighs* I don't know what else to say. I still have these earphones on, but there is no bloody song playing! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? I think it is time.......... So long people. *closes eyes and chokes myself* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, January 17, 2010, 11:34 AM
I am not proposing anything, but can you ever imagine megetting married? No? Ugh. I don't even want to think about it. Though even before I started to plan announcing nuptials, one kind soul was willing to volunteer to be my "tukang kipas". You know, the one who holds a nice big fan, covering the bride's face (I don't even know what's it for, maybe the bride's makeup scares everyone or something) waiting for the groom to arrive and asked the fan to be removed. Want to know who's my "tukang kipas"? Presenting my future, fan holder, the one and only vertically challenged nitwit, with balls and hair........ ![]() ...Mohammad Haider. Handsommmme or nootttttt??? *eyes gleaming* Kau jangan nak perasan mat saleh lah eh, Haider Miller, konon. You didn't think it was coming, didn't you? Male tukang kipas? Or is it? Ahh, can't be bothered with his/her gender, as long as he has strong arms to hold up the fan in case my groom arrives late. *sticks tongue out* Anyway, I cannot imagine how the world would end up like on my wedding day having this blockhead for a friend to be my tukang kipas. ![]() YOU SEE?? How, you tell me. HOWWWW!? If he gave me that look during my matrimonial ceremony, I swear I'm going to kick him to Afghanistan. I was wondering how'd he actually look like if he really does become my tukang kipas. ![]() OMG. Cannot make it. Songkok too high. It's my day dammit! Don't try to steal my limelight. *kicks Haider* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, January 16, 2010, 12:18 PM
![]() ![]() *LAUGHS* It's of no wonder why I love long-distance video calling with this boy. He cracks me up until 4 in the morning. Silly noob who immediately did a google translation from 'tumour' to inflammation when I said that tumours would kill him. *LAUGHS* Tahu takuuuuuut. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 12:58 AM
![]() Presenting my long-distance friend, Chanon Untakool. It's cool when he does that. It's even cooler when I got it on print screen and then sabotage-ing him on Facebook and not forgetting here. I am reaaaallllyyyy bad. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Now you know why I call him babi. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, January 15, 2010, 11:29 PM
OKTOLive went very well just now. I'm so proud of my little shits. *LAUGHS* SweatSkin surprisingly shocked me when he demo-ed his moves in the canteen without the slightest mistake. And then proceeded to call Boyfriend to tell him all about his tremendous improvement. How cute. Good thing is, my kids were all well-behaved. No smoking, no drugs, no weed. HAHAHAHA. Listened intently to my instructions and they got even better with every Hi-Five I gave. Am I THAT bad, you tell me? I'm so nice, riiiiight? All in all, those kids loved us, their in-charged texted us for thanks and asked us to open a fan club. What the hell. *LAUGHS* Can't wait to start them training again. Missed them already. *sighs* NEXT. FOOD GALORE THIS WEEKENDS! Hee. What else do you need me to say? the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Thursday, January 14, 2010, 8:15 PM
The one who carries my shopping bags. The one who likes to poke me until I peed (Okay bedekkkk). Silly goober who makes stupid faces during late night video calls, and everything that's love-hate. Just today I had my ass stamped. Reliving the good ol' memories of Bujang Lapok, when the man cycles with his beau sitting on the bars at the front. Everyone was looking. OMG, we are so cute. *LAUGHS* Because of that, now my buttock is sore. All in the name of bad romance, aye. -_____________-" Anyway, I finally managed to control my temper for about................ *cricket cricket* 5 minutes. *LAUGHS* I know. That is the best that I could do just now, and afterwhich I countered it with a lame statement. "Eh eh dekni. Aku sayang dia tak nampak. Yang aku bikin dia jealous jer dia I knowwwwwwwww~. *LAUGHS* Meeting the kids tomorrow. The brats are itching to see me, sending me IM messages in Facebook, and getting all excited when I feel like I'm housing butterfly breeds in my tummy. I am so damn nervous for the next day. P.S: No matter what, you da best. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Wednesday, January 13, 2010, 7:50 PM
Me: You busuk! Splurge went worthwhile today. Boyfriend was jealous of the fact that women's clothes are cheaper. I kept laughing into his face whenever I grabbed my materials off the lines and then circling the entire boutique for others. Worse thing was (for him, atleast) was paying for them without exceeding my budget. Poor boy was rolling his eyes everytime. Atleast he was such a sweetie to carry my shopping bags. (He just needs to because I treated him to Kentucky just now) *LAUGHS* Sleeping over at Beautiful Bouncer's tonight. My brain is still recovering from the news that there'll be another interview this weekends. When will this ever stop? ARGH. Gotta sleep a little early, gym tomorrow as usual and then rush home to get ample rest before having a class to teach in the evening. Tired. Tired. Tired. I wonder how the heck will I survive, once I step into career. *rubs chin* NEXT. I am looking forward to more splurging adventures, actually. Too bad someone have to dedicate his time for the nation. Who the hell's going to carry those plastic bags?! This is a problem for me. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Tuesday, January 12, 2010, 7:08 PM
Something just crossed my mind. Why do these guys need super-atas cameras when the quality is damn terok when it's being published on papers? Waste of time one, sia. Okay, that was a random one. NEXT. Oh, dammit. My whole body's aching like it has never been since a month ago. I missed it. *LAUGHS* I am now walking like I have balls hanging. Hmm. And it's shopping day tomorrow! Can't you see the excitement gleaming from my eyes!!!??? Can you? Oh my, oh my, it's been such donkey years since I went crazy in town. And I'm just glad Boyfriend's volunteering to paint it red with me. Heeeeeeeeeee. NEXT. Now here's another dilemma. What the hell shall I wear for tomorrow? Sleepover at Beautiful Bouncer tomorrow night. And I miss Blurcock and Annimal too. The kids are anticipating this Friday's OKTO Live. Can't be more honest to say that I'm as nervous as them, though. I hope they'll do well. And I hope they'll provide food for us too. I miss those brats. Anyway, after much investigation on the Thai song Chopper sang to me, I discovered it was the OST for Sexphone. And out of curiosity, I searched for the movie and watched it that very same night. Trust me, you wished it was pornography, darling. I cried watching at what you thought was a blue film, but it's actually a romantic-comedy made in 2003. It was wonderful. Seriously. I am watching it again, tonight. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, January 11, 2010, 8:03 PM
And I'd also like to think that I'm studying in Singapore American School, but how disappointing it is to some people when I try to explain that it's School of Applied Studies. It's really irritating. I know. I'm sitting here, at the back of the class, drinking sparkling Peach. The only view I have here (besides the back of these people's heads) are the coloured lights draped on the Macdonald House. And I have a tummyache. I had Kentucky with Boyfriend today. *LAUGHS* It's been quite awhile. I wonder, is there any difference eating with a partner that sits infront of you, or beside you? How well can you communicate in both manners? Another random topic to deliberate. NEXT. And I think I think I have butch classmate. Too bad the she-man is old. *LAUGHS* And I feel like slapping the hairy mouth of one of my group partners. OMG. She just can't stop yapping. Worse thing is, SHE'S TOADALLY OUT OF TOPIC. I wished I could 360 degrees back-kick her back to Calcutta. I was thinking of appointing her to become a speaker for my group if we ever had a presentation. Hmmmm. But I hope I'd still get to jack her off to India. -_________-" And I met my junior too. It's been two classes, but I haven't learnt of her name. And she's sitting just beside me, the hairs on her arms are literally saying hello to my pores on my upper limbs. Plus, can anybody tell me, if there's a woman behind every successful man, why ain't there no man behind successful women? WHYYYYYYY~? Alright. Group discussion again! *stretches hamstrings and calves* Can't wait to do some butt-hole deep kicking tonight. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, January 10, 2010, 5:04 PM
![]() Memorable. Dare to dream, believe in yourself, and I'll see you at the the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Friday, January 8, 2010, 5:56 PM
It's the coldest night, people passing by Thank you to my special penpal who took the time to sing this on Video Call with his guitar last night. Almost brought me into tears. *smiles* the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Monday, January 4, 2010, 2:54 PM
And, thinking of what that is in my bloody heck of a closet to wear for tonight's first class. As you can see, I am quite sex-cited about my first day (or night, rather) of school and I have this dilemma of choosing an outfit for every occasion. Girls, what do you expect? *rolls eyeballs* Anyway, last night I was arguing with Chopper about who looks better, Ashraf Sinclair or Ashraf Muslim. He kept opposing to my taste in guys and saying that he looks hotter. -____________________-" No shame. We kept on arguing until I got tired, also because I don't know what the hell he's talking about in Thai, and I'm tired of using Google translator everytime and I slept without waiting for Sunny Boy Surf to get online. Sorry dude. And now Beautiful Bouncer's asking me to search for the meaning of 'bukake'. HOW IN THE BLUE HELL WOULD I KNOW!? It's not in my Macmillan dictionary. Anybody who's willing to help poor me to find this stupid meaning of bukake, please leave a tag. In the meantime, I'm going to cause an apocalypse to my closet. I'm growing fatter, and my pants don't fit. don't make me wear a kain sarong to school. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Sunday, January 3, 2010, 6:06 PM
I think it's gotten into me. I will never underestimate the power of an unusual name anymore. Even if it sounds something scientific but belongs to some species of endangered apes. I will not. Never, again. Not that the name I'll be mentioning in awhile later has got anything close to a hair on an ape, but....ALRIGHT, FORGET ABOUT THE APE. Leave the thought aside. LEAVE IT. I'm here to present my new hotties, with the same first name.
Like any girls........may I? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . *squeals in delight* Aren't they hot? They are practically smokin', they make my eyes water. Oh, Ashraf-s. You sweep me off my feet although Zac Efron will always be my #1 and you can't match him anyhow, but oh, you guys do lift me almost three feet off the ground. So what if I'm lying? *swoons* Oh my Lord, help me control the oestrogen which is tipping off from the hole in my head. I can't help but drool. I will never look at any Ashraf the same way again. Even the name has changed it's meaning all over. So to the rest of the Ashraf-s trotting on Earth, please, I beg you, don't tarnish the good looks (if you HAVE good looks) behind that name. Let's take a look at them again. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() *faints* *dreamy eyes* Oh somebody, please slap this smirk off my damn face. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton , 12:21 AM
Another orgasmic aeronautics experience last evening. Though my Flight Priority Piece (it's the second biggest, The Glider. If anybody calls it a kite, I'll slap your crooked face twice) didn't even manage to get lifted above 30 feet, I had Plan B. The new baby Daddy bought for 12 bucks at the 7-11 store could wing it. I was the happiest goober in the world, perhaps. It was the biggest kite besides my glider and it needed only one good string. My glider needed TWO to manouver. And it's smaller than the latter! Bloody wicked men who made my life miserable. *sulk* Yesterday was my 4th visit to the open area beside Singapore Sports School, the space where I could chance upon all walks of life with funny looking kites. I even saw Batman. Some even tried to fly their damned kites when the air is still. I don't even know if I should call them stupid. I was laughing my ass off the whole time. Funny nuts. Everytime my babies flew, I found my sanity and then after a few minutes I realized that I'm singing heart-wrenching songs, I feel like digging a hole and burying my head in it before happily suffocating to my sad death. What the hell. How can I ever forgive myself humming to Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On? Oh My Lord, even my ears' wax are dripping down to the sides of my neck while I mention this. And then after my conscience has gotten cleared, I forced myself to bop to Sexy Bitch. And then the weirdos around thought I was the weirdo because I ended up jerking my head weirdly like I had Parkinson's. *smacks forehead* It happens. Well, most of the time. I lose myself when I fly them. *shrugs* It only makes me normal. Like losing 4 nights of sleep. And drinking coffee when I hated the taste of it. Doing something out of pure curiosity yet I have no reason to save me from it but THAT reason itself. And yes, I miss someone right now. Hmm. *rubs chin* I have 2 weeks left before training resumes. *wags brows* So, call me. Ooh, and class is starting tomorrow night! *jumps around* Me: I love you so much though sometimes I don't sound like I do. So there. I think it's us being so far apart, it's eating me alive. Whoever made "ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW STRONGER" is a total idiot. Him: I love you too dear. Me: I am going to kill that man. Him: Love me, and go kill that man. Me: Please let's do this together. I feel the need of lovers-in-crime to perform manslaughter. Him: I'd love to. You are going down, you crap-talking fag. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton Saturday, January 2, 2010, 2:55 PM
![]() A blasting end for 2009's closure. Wraps up everything all in one night. Perfect. That's the cause for the unending hangover I'm having till today. I haven't had a decent 8 hour sleep since that night, thus this place is neglected. My bad. I got to start my engine again. Hmm. Partly because I ate too much junk, talked alot of crap, sang like it's going to be the end of the world till I croaked, stayed up late doing movie marathons, and waiting up for Chanon Untakool(my Thailand penpal, or that cute dude I befriended during my stay in Laos for the Sea Games) to give me a call. And worrying about...........................................................something. Anyway.... My attempts to run away from Yusuf Rahman appeared futile when he called me today to set up an informal meeting for the interview and photoshoot. Dammit. Why Lord? WHY? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. *faints* Wednesday will pass very soon. Hope I could just get this done and over with. Kite flying today with Blurcock. I hope it doesn't rain on me like yesterday did. Naughty skies. We had to end up eating a shole spring chicken spotlessly clean. Hmm. Hungry people. And I've been stuffing my face, I gained 7 kilogrammes already. I have a proper ass now. *LAUGHS* -____________-" Like I haven't all these glorious years. Hahaha. I'm off now. Behave yourselves. Yes, yes. I know what you were going to say. I'll make it a habit to blog everyday from today okay? Plus, I got a collage to make. I'll show it to you when I'm done. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
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