i think my bday present this year is by far the weirdest that i've ever received...
(last year's was a box of tissue and a plane ticket back home..)
owh, and the most off-key bday song ever sung to me. lol
Not quite sure what to think..but i think it's strange in a good way.
p: *puts on blank look*
class: haaaappppyyy biiirrthdaay toooo youuu, haappyy biirthdaay to pooooriiii
p: *blank look*
it's not my birthday..
class: >.<
*dumps vege on pri*
p: ???????
l: hahahaa!! got 2 aubergines, a carrot and a chilli in there!!
p: *looks at leafy things and pokes the radish*
s: i shaved the carrot.
l: *pulls the carrot out*
eee...so skinny
p: *looks at leafy things*
are there any worms in there?
s: .......
t: don't worry pori. all can eat wan!!
p: uhhh.....thanks?
j: ei! remember to take home!!
l: haha! like auntie buying sayur.....
l: wait.. the banana!! THE BANANA!!
p: *stare blankly at the blacken sorry excuse of a banana..*
l: this is flaccid *points the radish downwards..*
l: this is.. ahaha!! *waves the radish and shags imaginary friend with big fat radish*
class: 0.o
vege: we hate you!!!!
p: the feeling is mutual babes.
veggies --> bane of pri's existence
i don't shove their skinny green sticks into my mouth, they don't make me puke my guts out.
so WHAT am i to do with this?
the rabbit's dead. (dog killed him)
the dogs are a big fan of meat ( oh hey, whaddaya know? i'm like the president of the fan club.)
the fishes eats their puny fish pallet.
the terrapin is also dead. (dog killed him too.)
wallace and gromit: the curse of the wererabbit was vege-ish.
vege-ish as in veggies in every sodding scene.
Big, mutated ones.
very very disturbing.
just like my present.
very very disturbing.
new layout..
atleast it doesn't makes my eyes bleed painfully..
well..not yet anyway..
changed the whole thing from lime green to orange..
riiiight...
must focus..
trials next week...
*slapslap*
you know your mother is mental when she:
1. thinks there is strawberry tea everytime you walk into the room
2. starts groping you and says " wahh..milkbag so big oredi."
3. allows your sibling to enter the college of own choice because of friends and you enter the college of her choice for financial reasons (my arse)
4. buys a cartier watch as her birthday present with your savings. birthday 7 months away.
5. talks to the fishes and treats the dog like a sodding 5 months old infant.
6. reverses hard into the neighbor's car and drives off quickly praying that no one saw that.
7. sets the oven on fire.
8. climbs into another man's car thinking it's her husband's...
9. adds ketchup into the lentil soup.
10. gropes your father in front of the whole family. owh my virgin eyes... >.<
a meme is still an UPDATE. even if it is rubbish.
stolen from jin. oh god. >.<
One song from your early childhood
bruce springsteen's chicken lips and lizards hip..
my dad got me the cd during the dark ages when dinosaurs once roam the earth..
didn't understand the song back then and still don't now.
One song you are associating with your first big love
kiss me by six pence none the richer
One song which reminds you of one of your holidays
jem - wish i.
but i think it's more of marisa by dave's true story..
One song you like, but you have got problems confessing to
owh...none that i know of..
wait..
rubber duckie from sesame street!!! =)
One song which accompanied you while you where lovesick
one song??? i listened to a complete 2 hr playlist when i'm lovesick...
owh shids..tht sounds wrong.
lifehouse - storm.
tori amos - 1000 oceans
One song you listened to most often in your life
sakamoto maaya and steve conte
the garden of everything
One song which is your most favoured instrumental
bloody hell, this is by far the easiest question..
js bach
suite no. 1 in g major for cello - prelude, BWV 1007
One song which represents one of your most favoured bands
no favourites. i don't like every single song of fave my band.
guess it's just most played song or something..
trespassers william - love you more
One song in which you recognize yourself or through which you feel somehow understood
0.o
wow, i would need to write my own songs then..
sakamoto maaya & steve conte - the garden of everything
that's the closest i think.
One song which reminds you to a certain occasion (and the occasion)
oh gods.
sarah mclachlan - ice cream.
one of my happiest moment in life (so far)
i felt positively giddy =3
One song you like and which belongs to the Hip Hop / Rap genre
>.<
is alicia key's karma hip hopish enough?
heck...i don't even like it..
i just find it agreeable..
namie amuro - i love you
One song which is the best for you to relax
appalachia waltz (solo cello vers) - yo-yo ma
didn't it rain - earth girl arjuna
tragedies - loveless
don't ask... @.@
One song which symbolizes a great time in your life
if birthdays are a great time then it's happy birthday.
otherwise..
ave verum corpus..i love it when my choir sang it even if i'm crapping the lyrics... =)
One song which is your most favourite song at the moment
hurrah for simple questions!
i have 4 actually so lets pretend to not see the ONE song on the question..
wachet auf, ruft uns die stimme - sissel
bachianas brasileiras - hayley westenra
volcano- damien rice
the blower's daughter - damien rice
One song which you would dedicate to your best friend
ironic-alanis morisette (neutral territory)
but then again..we have very different taste..
oh well.
One song where you have got the feeling that no one besides you likes it
must be julie london's cry me a river.
possibly half of the nonsense in my iPod.
One song you like because of its lyrics
most of my songs then..
the blower's daughter -damien rice
the garden of everything - sakamoto maaya & steve conte
....er...
does anyone wanna see my current playlist then?
since we're already so bloody bored? = )
random beef part 5.607
warning: i found a nut in my printer the other day.
E --> depressed and insane
P --> neurotic/ basketcase
E: the world is my potato
P: without the brown sauce.
E: well, i could whip some up but i dunno...i was feeling like a good kfc meal but then i don't want to spend money if i can help it.
P: so make yr own kfc and label it ejc or something...
E: erk.
P: ejs... eu jin's shickens.
E: erk erk erk erk. i do make a good fried chicken but just too freaking lazy to try now. Hehe..and i don't have chicken..hmm..oh well.
P: you make a good fried chicken as in literally?
E: swt
P: hmm..makes sense doesn't it? you're a erm..cuddly fluffy cow in towel... in a nice way.
E: sigh, yes yes..fat cuddly fluffy cow in a towel. But given my finances, i don't think fat will apply for much longer. gonna have to starve myself somewhat for the next month or so.
P: maybe the only person getting fat is M.
E: er. she can't get fat not even if she tried
P: look at T, he lost all his er...baby fats.
E: erm, not really.
P: but she did
E: ya. she did, by what standards? a stick of celery?
P: >_< .... like from celery stick to a fatter bamboo shoot...
E: lols..i dun like bamboo shoots... although pandas ARE cute
P: so are you actually trying to tell me that deep inside, you see yourself as those cute furry things? like how jay used to run round in what ashton is wearing?
(sparkly heels and pink lace @.@ )
E: er..i don't know...i think my personality is reflective of that of an eville koala can be cute when stoned apparently...according to some people la. but the evilleness i put there myself
P: then it's a wombat.
E: wombats not that cute. koalas are cuter.
P: they're naturally evil. they're so freaky and wrong to the point that it's cute. (the wombats)
E: hee hee
mwahahhaaha
i dunno
P: like honeydew.
E: i prefer becoming something sleek rather than cute.
P: cow in towel is not sleek.
E: yes pri.
i know.
i didn't ask to be a cow in a towel.
P: you assumed. i didn't say you were.
E: beefy and soft like a towel
P: i just said you're nice in a hugable way like fluffy towels.
E: what does anyone draw from that?
P: erm...fluffy towels after washing?
E: swt...where does the beef come in?
P: ..........
the washing part.
E: what? wtf..you use beef for washing?
what sort of sick pervert are you?
P: ...........
(how many types of perverts are there? )
E: do you like slap a bloodied piece of flesh against your soiled panties hoping it becomes clean?
P: ......
owh eew.
well, do you?
E: nope. i make pasta sauce out of it. i have no respect for little dead moomoos
lols.
randomness post #3 ¼
b:hehe something really weird happened ytd. ok mayb not so weird for u butthen it was kinda wonky... its like i went to the bathroom ytd nite and then on my way back guess wat i heard?! hehe i think i heard my neighbour like 'making out' [yes realise the inverted commas so go use ur imagination]. total omg-ness i seriously didn't need to hear that.thank god for the music blasting in my room.... hehe but people ere are like so open. the other day there was like this couple frenching in my college driveway. yes the MAIN ROAD INTO college not some bushes.......saddening.....
p:0.o
that's not weird..or wonky..it's rather kinky XD
it's aussie ler girl.nobody's getting arrested fro making out so of cos they're bloody open.
unless yr feng shui very saddenning and u meet all the exhibitionist in the world instead.
if so then yar, pigs can fly and we are both closet exhibitionist(are we??? oh god..)
can u imagine if the world suddenly decides to make out/snog/shag behind bushes or watever it is tht yr brain comes out wif to protect its fragile innocent mind? *snort* we wud haf nothing to look at or erm..'comment' abt other than the weather(tht wud be bloody boring after a while..)oso, it wud be like a bloody horror movie.bushes shaking for no apparent reason left and right.eergh.
*bush: rustle rustle*
p: ooh look.snogging session!! i think.. can't really see tho. dam bushes blocking
b: heck,shaking bushes and flying clothes...definitely more than snogging dearie.
p: flying....clothes??
but if everyone were to openly snog the living daylights out of one another for the world to view..owh with no bushes or lamp post or anything at all.
p: oh god...so hot..*faints*
b: *big huge eyes* whoa.
b:i have to ask wat possessed u to disable ur bug alarm.... considering it was in ur choc i'm v surprised u didn't realised.... OMG pri's not protecting her prized possessions.... =p
p:
my choc was brown
the choc bits were brown
the bug/bugs was also BROWN
bug alarm abit sluggish when fed with choc or anything remotely sugar-ish
protect wat ler?by the time i realised choc bits were bug, i was already on the last piece..
wat was i to do?
option a) scream bloody murder and try to gag
option b) toss last bit of choc away while screaming bloody murder
option c) shrug and eat last choc bit and faux choc bits (the bugs)
option d) stare and thinks "oh god."den toss bug and choc away. CALMLY.
what did you think i did??
the return of toaster or the randomness strikes again~
exhibit #1
J: i hate you
P: what did i do??
J you got more A's!!! *points finger*
P: *stare*
P: .......
J: ......
exhibit #2
Mom:I'm registering yr bro for TBS.
P:WHAT??
Mom:Teee. Beeee. Asss.
P: you chucked me into INTI!!!
Mom:mmm....is there anymore strawberry tea?
Toaster:........demmik woman!! didn't you hear me???
P: that's me mom.
exhibit #3:
made it math lecture (late as usual) , had to sit far behind..sigh.
can't see the sodding board as well...
M: 0.o
you made it.
P: ya.
W: whoa. apple
P: .......
5 minutes later
P: *scribble scribble*
W: apple or strawberry
P: strawberry
W: owh.
15 minutes later
P: *batting M away from my notes*
L: Ehhhh!! I don't know how to do this ler....
*sniff pori*
P: hoi!!!!!you saje!!!!
L: *choke choke*
yalar, strawberry!!! *choke*
*dies*
1 hour later
W: i can't see the board. why isit like that ar?
*stares at my notes*
P:*stares at the board*
urm...teacher tembak
W: *stare*
hahaha!! no seriously.
P: urm...
i think because got 2 positive signs....kua...
*sigh...*
for some odd reason i'm still alive here.
pri ate chocolates with bugs
blergh..
i thot" oh, hmm there's holes in my chocolates"
so continued eating until saw tiny chocolaty bits on wrapper
then,tried to eat the bits as well..( regret!!regret!!)
until bits moved, then pri thot "oh, my chocolaty bits are moving.."
upon closer inspection, chocolaty bits have legs
very blergh-ed .
still waiting to drop dead any moment..
sigh..mom thinks that i'm a strawberry tea,
i'm starting to think of a very strawberry-chocolaty death..
m: Mmmm...
pori: *stare*
m: is that the strawberry tea?
pori: mom, that's me.
m: no that's the tea. nice isn't it?
pori:mom, that's my body butter.
m: *stares at the very very empty table* i thot i smelled tea.you finished everything!!
pori: >_<
woot!! i have found lolita!! *dies of excitement..*
the importance of being earnest is a play of mistaken identity, full of amusing paradoxes, irritating characters and the sophisticated wit of someone who’s been dead for nearly a century and oscar wilde was a homosexual who spent his days buggering men half his age
it kinda makes you wonder where he get the inspiration to write this story from..
mebe it was:
mr.wilde writing the play and suddenly
"aiyak. writer's block just came and bit me on the bum. *insert preferred profanity here*"
"i need sex now or i'll never finish this story"
then he picks a pretty boy or two from his harem, located at the basement of his ridiculously large mansion.
several hours later of hot passionate wild rugged sex in the purest form later, he said
"owh! i've found you, sweet inspiration"
no paradoxes or hypocrisy included.
probably wouldn't have survived mr wilde's carnal activities.
or the sight of his chest hair (that is if he had any) .
actually he's quite a pitiful man.
charged for committing acts of gross indecency.
so much for being a closet gay.
owh, and he was seeing a Lord Alfred Douglas who was 16 years younger
when the importance of being earnest was first opened
very 0_o
wonder if this Lord Douglas look anything like boyd holbrook.
mmmmm......
from the first trial of oscar wilde:
Prosecutor Charles Gill asked,
"What is 'the Love that dare not speak its name'?"
(referring to Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas)
Wilde's response drew a loud applause--and a few hisses:
"The love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so the world does not understand. The world mocks it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it.
pri: a very amusing trial in a disturbing way.
While spending 2 years in prison, Mr. W had wrote De Profundis.
spent years travelling Europe and finally died in Paris.
pity, meh.
"All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death, and three times I have been tried. The first time I left the box to be arrested, the second time to be led back to the house of detention, and the third time to pass into prison for two years. Society as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”
[Oscar Wilde, De Profundis]
oh god.
not only that it is red.
it's those i'll-make-your-eye's-bleed type of red.
beggers can't be choosers (though, i'd like a pair of yellow socks) .
The Royal Arsed-itty:
have somehow managed to screwed a pretty black skin.
not entirely my fault though.
i was only trying to fix the blogheader tag, etc, etc
Might try that again later..mustn't let pretty (tho very arsed) skin go to waste.
and if you'd leave a comment, it actually sticks its' tiny little bum within the same page.
really felt like shoving my sharp pointy pencil ____________
extremely GRRR situation.
i swear, my internet explorer hates wednesday.
Taking billions of years to load a sodding page.
Had the nerve to go all white screen on me after that.
might as well had flashed "kicked the bucket. please try again later."
look what i've been messing with lately:
opening an icon journal soon.
can't write anymore...even if it's rubbish.
good luck with entertaining yourself jin.
my other invisible half insists that i stop writing now
to slap the comp, etc, etc, senseless.