Don't judge...me.

Why do they say don't judge a book by its cover?

I think its ridiculous.

They should change it to don't judge a book until you've read the entire story.

*grumbles*

Bulan Baru

I finally watched New Moon with the Twifans and Nav. The movie was not bad, but its hopeless next to the book. But yeah, Chris, I take back what I say about Alice. The actress rocks~

It was pretty hilarious in the cinema.

Nav: *whispers* Eh, watch this part!
Me: *thinks to myself* I will, takkan I pay money to enter cinema then don't watch?

*Jacob rips of his shirt and shows off his abs before he phases*

*Several girls (it sounds like girls, but it could've been guys, for all I know) go ooh, aah, wow..*

*Nav watches me and Pau's reaction closely*

Me: Jealous ke?
Nav: Cheh, I also got la. (He's talking about Jacob's 8 pack)
Me: Yep, just not now.
Pau: Then, when?
Nav: In a few years time.
Me: Plus another 20 years.
Pau: Hahaha
Nav: OI.

*Edward crushes the phone into pieces after speaking to Jacob*

Nav: Cheh, I also can do lar. I bet its not a real phone anyway--
Me: Obviously.
Nav: --bet its just a thing that looks like a phone made of out plastic and the thing already has cracks on it--
Me: Nav, shut up and watch.

*Nav passes popcorn*

Me: Don't want.
Nav: Eat la!
Me: Go away.
Nav: Pass to Chris.
Me: She doesn't want.
Nav: Later if I eat too much, then I get diabetes...
Me: Pass to Pau.
Nav: She doesn't want.. eat la, Vicki Lee..
Me: You eat! Ish! Kacau my show only!

Lol, the rest of the trip involved stripping Christie into several dresses, having lunch and bickering with Nav all the way. I have pictures of Christie in dresses, but you'd have to pay me if you want them. XD

These past few days, I've been having what I call "ramen attacks" (desperate urge to consume Japanese ramen). It hit me today again in the morning and afternoon.

~Smartee Pants

I'm not dead....yet.

- I love holidays.

- Nav lent me his acoustic guitar. Which is why I love holidays.

- Ben-pau-chris-kell kena tersisih.

- I'm out of fiction books to read.

- I dyed part of my hair dark blonde and dull red.

- I wish that I could photoshop on our bad memories.

- I hacked into your MSN account and my suspicions were confirmed. (Yes, I know your password) You really did block me. Fine, if that's the way you want it to be, I'll just play along.

- Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart, tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?

- Navian forced me to update.


~Smartee

P.S. One day, I'll either have to photoshop on our bad memories, or I'll delete them.

Permanently.


P.P.S. Songs are love. That's why I never wrote any for you.

At least, I pretended I never did.

100th post

Wow. This blog actually listened to me rant 100 times over. *applause*

Bleh, I went to 4 restaurants for dinner today. Food court, McD, Sushi King and some other place I forgot.

I feel like a overloaded truck full of piglets.

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We need to finish the Crossroads Project on schedule.

I think it'll be good to unofficially make Caution: Crossroads Ahead Pauline's sweet 16th birthday present. We have 7 months more to put our plans into action, then.

And I also think it'll be good to dedicate Excuse Me to Kelly and Christie... as an unofficial Christmas present.

And then there's Life Goes On, which is for so many people.

And you know what, I should probably change the title of Wait For Me to Idiot, Leave Me Alone.


¬Smartee Pants

P.S. Sometimes I don't know why I even post rubbish up here. Maybe its because I can think more clearly after blogging, even if I blog about nonsensical stuff.

P.P.S. My humour isn't dying. Its just... going on vacation without me. It'll be back when you're gone.

I really need to explain myself.

For someone whose remarks can really bite, I can be really daft sometimes.

For that alone, I'm a complete idiot. Maybe not complete. 99% perhaps.

Bundarkan that 99%.

Do the math.

So I said I need to explain myself. But not here.

All I can say here is "I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" In the cartoon kind of way.

Haih, this post isn't coming out right at all.

And I'm really sorry. Even if its not my place to say it, but still, I'm sorry.

~Idiot

P.S. I'm sorry God, I know I have no right, but this time I really need to call one of your creations an idiot. I can't help it. That person I see whenever I look into the mirror is really such a...nevermind. Once is enough.

P.P.S. Completely unrelated to the post above: With every bit of truth you reveal, comes a fresh wave of crippling pain.

Pain that makes me want to throw up. Physically throw up. I don't know how long I can suppress this feeling. I need to know. I need to know.

After all..this..time.

I shouldn't be bothered, but I'm praying that this isn't a lie too.

Seremban

Local time: 7.52am

I'm actually a night kind of person. (a.k.a. the-sleep-at-4am-wake-at-12pm-kind-of-person) But lately, I don't know what's gotten into me. I've been actually waking up for breakfast, instead of lunch.

Yesterday, I visited my uncle's house. Its the kind of large, old, house that has a huge driveway and a even bigger garden. I remember as a kid I used to climb the abnormally large mango tree, but I'd never reach the top (because those skinny branches might break while I'm on them =P). Or I'd ride the old bicycle round and round the makeshift trail. (Living in an apartment in the town centre means I'd have to be crazy to ride a bike at home.) Or I'd climb the old treehouse and just...write. That old, dusty, dry place is the perfect writing spot.

Yesterday, I did none of those things. The mango tree was overgrown, the bicycle had a tire puncture, the treehouse had been torn down and it was raining. So I spent part of my day in curled up in the attic, but apparently the attic wasn't as inspiring as the treehouse, so I ended up writing 5 words max. Which means I ended up walking in the garden in the rain. (Yes, Christie, really in the rain) And honestly, I'm so good at walking that it didn't even occupy much of my attention.

So I actually ended up thinking about life for approximately 2-and-a-half-hours.

And I think I might change my mind. Probably I'll never get over my aversion for rain, but maybe some rain... isn't that bad. It reminds me of the swimming pool I abandoned long ago.

I feel like I'm losing myself.

How does that even happen?

~Smartee

P.S. Sara's dad said there are only 6 billion people in this world. Meanwhile, there are 200 billion stars and billions of galaxies in this universe. And compare the size of those stars to us humans. Imagine how small we are.

I couldn't help thinking about how an ant would feel.

P.P.S. I visited my grandmother's grave too. It felt nice chucking rainwater into the vase to keep the flowers fresh, until my mum reminded me of how much Amoeba lives in rainwater. To unnerve her, I rattled off the list of microorganisms I learned from Science.

She told me to stop showing off.

So I told her about cilia and flagella.

My first chakra feels so dead.

I'm really starting to dislike socialising with people I barely know.

Its so energy draining.

And I can't believe I'm sick.

Again. (Sorry, Pau, sorry, sorry, sorry X20)

Haih, have a nice life, Vicki.

~Smartee