=]

Everytime you ask me if I’m coping, I smile and tell you that I’m strong.
What you don’t know is whenever you’re not around, I break down and cry.

Flash Mob Suprise

This is probably the coolest thing I've ever seen.

First thought that crossed my head - Wow. What a passive crowd. Poor girl in front is probably a deranged fan. XD

I want..

I want him to wake up,

for himself.


I want him to wake up,

for his family.


I want him to wake up,

and live to 80+ like the strong person he is.


I want him to wake up,

So that I can tell him that I didn't mean it.


I want him to wake up..


Because if he doesn't,
I will never live through this.

Long Overdue

Dear Yasmin,

I'm writing a letter to you that is now long overdue. I'm sorry that I put this off for way too long and I think now is the best time to tell you how much you've changed my life.

I remember going to watch Sepet at the cinemas in Bukit Jambul. I anticipated the release of the movie and when it finally aired, I went with my significant other. What I remember then was how much I could feel from watching your movie, and how much I couldn't stop crying.

You see Yasmin, in a twisted and sort of inverted way, I feel like Orked. And he is my Jason. I connected so much with Sepet, I could feel the knives stabbing my heart during the scene where Jason was waiting for Orked at the chinese stall and Keong told Jason that he shouldn't date malays. I felt happy for Orked and Jason whenever they were together, like in the scene where they were taking pictures together or when they ran in the rain.

I've heard the things they told Jason in the movie so many times already. So much that I think if I would get RM1 each time, I'd be close to a millionaire by now.

What I'm trying to say right now is, that you, Yasmin, changed my life. You touched it without trying to, you taught me how to love without any restraints and you taught me that life is never without complications every person must face. Because of you, I learned never to stop loving him whenever we had problems, in fact, I learned to love him more.

I know that the probability of you reading this now is zero, but I want to show the world how much you have helped me love a person from a different race and background.

Dear Yasmin, if it wasn't for you and your wonderful movies and advertisements, I wouldn't be celebrating my 5th year anniversary with him this coming 14th.

My only hope now, is that may be with time, I can get my parents to see how happy I can be with him, and pray that they will approve of our relationship and let us be together.

Through your movies, you have shown us kindness and the ways to love another, no matter who that person may be or what he or she might have done before.

Thank you Yasmin Ahmad, you will be deeply and sorely missed.

Still crying whenever I see any of your films,
j0

=3

Snowball!

Prologue-ing

Little Daisy was always fascinated with stories that her grandmother told her. She comes from a Chinese family and like almost every other little girl, we were fascinated once by our own culture before submitting to puberty. Her grandmother would tell her stories about old China and how the emperors conquered the country. She would also tell her tales about their family venture from China to Malaysia. But this isn't the tale that I am about to tell you about Little Daisy Chin.

It was a dark and stormy night that woke Little Daisy Chin from her slumber. The thunder boomed loudly as the monsoon wind blew fiercely. Little Daisy shaken to her core started bursting into tears. Her parents were out for the night for a company function so she was left to the care of her grandmother. Her grandmother, old as she was, came running with the senior citizen speed she owns.

"What is the matter?" she asked.
"It's so scary outside. So scary," the little girl cooed as her big eyes weld up in tears.

Her grandmother smiled and edge closer to her granddaughter.

"There, there my Little Daisy. It's just the storm, there's nothing to be afraid of," said the old lady as she comforts her granddaughter.
"But it's scary, ama. Its so so scary," she said.
"You have little ducky here to take care of you. Didn't you tell me that ducky was a brave soldier?" said the grandmother as she pointed at the plush.
"Ducky don't like the storm. As brave as he is, ducky is still a duck,"
"Oh...is that so? Then what should we do about that then?"
The little girl sniffed and wiped away her tears, "Maybe...maybe one of your stories will calm him down. You know how ducky loves your stories, why not tell him one?" she asked.
"Hmm...well if that is the case then why not? I do have a story that I think could tell. There, scoot over a little and let the old lady get comfortable,"

The old woman adjusted herself to comfort next to her granddaughter. Little Daisy, delighted, couldn't help but ask what kind of story would she be told.

She cleared her throat and promptly reply,"It's a story that I heard from a friend during my trip to the morning market. It's about an ordinary girl like yourself but she is much more older. But life was indeed unkind to Ah Ling,"
"Why is that?" Little Daisy asked.
"Well...,"

~

Dear God,

If this is a joke, it's not funny.

j0

A question

Generalization works very well on personality quizzes. They hit out on general traits one finds in a lot of people, and say it in an ego-stroking way, which makes people go "Hey, that's true about me!"

So here:


I doubt it though.
By the way, I troll people.

Considerate much?

Right now I am very frustrated with the way some people think and their attitudes. It's annoying how everyone each has phones and each has money with talk time but they want to use yours to call everyone they know because they think you have more money. Sure you don't mind. But what are you going to do when that person borrows your phone everytime you go out for the past 10+ years you have known that person? And worse yet, that person often asks you for help in buying prepaid cards but never pay you back even when they said they would? You think, "Oh, you know what? Nevermind. They'll prolly remember to pay me back some other time." Guess what? They won't. And they'll keep doing this no matter how many times you tell them it annoys you.

What also ticks me off is how some people can be so fucking rude sometimes. The things they do are sometimes so full of shit and they laugh it off thinking that it's funny or that it doesn't matter and other shit like that. You can laugh at blind people trying to climb up the stairs on their own. What happens when u become blind? Would you like some other person to laugh at you instead? I hope you go blind one day and feel more discriminated than what others had to go through. You deserved it.

Where does the common sense go in these people? I don't understand them because I can't look at things the way they do but I don't try to force them to see what I see. How is it that their parents brought them up, but never thought them manners? Or maybe I'm wrong, they were thought manners but decided to screw it all and forget about it.

Or maybe it's just me and I'm not rude enough for the world.

People nowadays. Why are you so fucking inconsiderate?

Pissed beyond redemption.
j0

J1 Responded

This is for both j0 and t!^g. This is not being lazy. I have a reason for writing both of you together.

1. One of you is my granddaughter, which “APPARENTLY” I raped for like 11 times” and the other is a daughter I picked up from the trash can. And in some twisted way down the line, we manage to transcend and became sisters.

2. Yes, we are.

3. Indirectly, j0 met me through a teacher who favored me more than her. (Yes, I love rubbing it on your face). Then we truly spoke when her friend had a crush on me and when we reach Form 2, I couldn’t stop dragging her around school with her tie! It was truly beautiful how we met…(sighs, memories). As for t!^g, I sat next to her during Form 2 and somehow, I manage to drag her into a plan where j0, me and her would relay in bringing maggi mee each week and a thermos filled with hot water. We were never close…not until we were in Form 4…then it all begun!

4. Do you mean currently or before?

5. I call j0, “Cow”, cause her dialing tone goes moo-moo every time I call her! And I call t!^g, “choc”, for her love for chocolate!

6. Sweet – j0; ADD – t!^g

7. Once upon a time, j0, to me, was the coolest girl I ever met in my life cause she was like those teenage girls you see on television back then. She was so cool…she just cool! And once upon a time for t!^g, she was nice and funny cause when we sat next to each other…we would make jokes and talk about random stuff.

8. I’m sorry j0 but…that was a long time ago…I hope you understand. But, there were a lot more that manage to be concocted out of this very peculiar friendship we have.

9. Every time I think of K.L…I think of j0. Every time I see anything that has to do with Japanese products…I think of t!^g.

10. Hmm…I can honestly say…the only best thing I can give to both of you is a friend there when you are in need. I am not always here since with studies and all that, but I think that’s the best I can give. But if I have the money, I’ll get j0 a kitty and t!^g a bunny.

11. I know you both well enough to let you in. And I know enough that both of you won’t throw me off the Penang bridge…just yet.

12. The last I saw j0 was when she was back for a holiday and t!^g during the dinner with have with Quah (t!^g’s grandmother and j0’s great-grandmother and my mother…apparently).

13. I guess so. But never really have the nerve to do it…or it just went away after a while…sent back deep deep into my brain somewhere.

14. Blogging…

15. For j0 would be for the fact that I could randomly call you and talk for hours and still do the same for the next few days. I can never get bored talking to you and you have this temperament that makes me not afraid to just open up and be me. As for t!^g, you are not afraid to speak up your mind and you definitely are not bothered by what others would think of you. You have a strong quality in which I admire.

The three of us are the oddest bunch to have ganged up together and stay friends. Differences between the three of us collide and don't worry, we hate each other from time to time too! But differences aside...and the petty arguments...disagreements...etc...we went beyond friends and had this "thing"...which remains...unknown. XD (But...its one of the many things that I will come to cherish and never regret cause 50 years from now, I will find a way to make fun of this blog on which we wrote in!).

t1^g's response

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. how do you feel about me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?
15. What is my best quality? Of j0

1. A human being.
2. What say you? Our relationship is blatantly obvious that it transcends these things.
3. We were in the same class in form 2, were we not? All I recall was us doing a play and you are Sang Gajah? =P
4. What sort of feel? I feel that you are human, and that you're someone who can talk about other things than those generic things other people talk about that bores me immensely. But I can SEE that you have huge bewbs. But I will not cop a feel. That's just gross.
5. Monkee. Because it is what the tribe has decided upon. monkee. What was your title again?
6. Demagoguery. Because it has come to mind that describing things with one word is hard. So is politics based on personal emotions.
7. That's really long hair.
8. Not that long anymore, but quite so. Of course, there's other things to consider of course.
9. Sexay clothes? And lemonade.
10. A judgment-free society. But it might collapse on itself due to human nature, but we can always try try again. Though this society might comprise of silent bunnies.
11. Pretty well I presume. Well-er than other people I don't care about. (which is almost a majority of people I know. Touching isn't it?)
12. The same time as the last time you saw me.
13. Not really. Can't think of anything. 'Be brave! Arson is fun once you get the hang of it' 'You know... the janitor sniffs your underwear' 'Don't try cakes from starbucks, except their tiramisu.'? No, not really anything. Except, 'No matter what, if he's with you, and he loves you, and you love him. It'll be fine' Because it was never something I believed in, until now. Like. Last month?
14. Pointless question.
15. Optimism. I sometimes might find it annoying because of the deep-seated cynic within me, but it's because of the cynic in me. And the ability to find cool stuff.


Of j1
1. Someone loud. Human. But loud.
2. No, we're not friends. Aw, cmon. We know what we are.
3. Form 2? Can't really remember you though. Except for this one picture.

Aw. My heart melts at such sweet non-existent memories we had. We were debating when this picture was taken, and looked up to give the camera a smile.
4. A girl who does a lot of 'in retrospect's. You are hyuuuman.
5. Nuudle. Because you are.
6. Vociferous!
7. Loud. Violent.
8. Yes. But a tad less. Now, horny is included?
9. Pastries!
10. The knowing of what love is. Or maybe a sugar glider. I dunno.
11. Pretty much well. (Do I actually know both of you pretty well? Just not the superficial crap I guess)
12. That dinner with Quah. Innit?
13. 'I can see your bra'? Lawl. No. I can't tell you what love is. I can tell you to get a spine, make up your goddamn mind, but I can't tell you what love is.
14. Pointless question.
15. How you just say things you want to say, then screw things up, but still said what you want to say. Even though you may regret it.


On a laptop whilst having wrist pains and disorientation,
t1^g.

How much should we give?

They say there's a limit to kindness. Not them olden days people, but people of today. Should we follow that?

It's hard when you see people begging at the side of the streets, dressed up in torn and dirty clothing, sleeping or sitting on cardboard boxes they found somewhere. They come with a cup in hand, or tissue papers, asking you to donate anything just so they can have food that night. Though, sometimes they're not the deaf, mute or blind, and come up to you asking for donations of the unable, children with problems, old folks, victims of unforeseen circumstances, etc. Sometimes, you just have to take out your wallet and give them something, even if it's 50 cents or rm1. Unless if you're a person without compassion, then by all means, skip this post.

But when should we stop? I don't mean times when you yourself is running out of cash. Where should kindness stop?

There was once back then when my gate was still them manual gates you have to open by hand, an old man came to my house, trespassed our privacy and knocked on the door. There was only me, my sister and put. We had no choice but to open the door because he could see the tv on from where he was standing. He came to ask for money. He said that he was having problems, his shop just closed down [apparently he sold veg at the nearby market or something like that] and he was ashamed but he had to go house to house to ask for donations. I gave him Rm50 and sent him on his way.

A few months or a year later, he came back. This time the gate was renewed to an automatic one and my parents were around. I didn't go to the door, I think my mum did. He came and said thanks for donating the money last time but he needed help again this time. My mum told him he got the wrong house and no one gave him anything before [we didn't tell her what we did then] and he left.

So where does kindness stop? What do we do when they come, palms faced up, looking haggard, just asking for a bit of kindness from a random stranger while praying for luck? What do we do when they come back and depend on you? Depend as in ask for more? Is it called greed? Or is it pure hardship asking help from someone that has lent them a hand before? What do we do then?

xxx

Today I bought a bun for dinner so that I don't have to cook because I need to study for my exams tomorrow. While I was leaving the campus, there was an old man hunched at the bottom of the steps with a plastic cup in his hand, bowing to everyone that walked along. Without even thinking, I gave him the bun. Now I wish that I would've brought him to the mamak to eat instead.

j0.

j0's memoirs

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. how do you feel about me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?
15. What is my best quality?


Of t1^g.

1. You are a some-ting.
2. Nope. Comrades. Blood sisters. Partners in crime.
3. I would say it was the year 2002 when I saw you walking around with JL. We didn't get close until form 4 tho. =D
4. I would not like to "feel" you. LOL.
5. Bunneehh. Bcos chu like em.
6. Sarcastic [First word that came up]
7. She's always asleep in class..
8. Well.. Sometimes? I dno. I haven't been in the same class with you for the past 4 years? 3?
9. Anything cute like that ilikecheezburgers site
10. Your own apartment? But not with my money yea. Imma help u find it after I look myself.
11. Pretty well I would say.
12. Erm. The last time I went back for holidays?
13. I don't think so.
14. This is a blog?
15. Your wittyness and ability to find sarcastic videos of Hugh Laurie. XD

For J1.

1. You are my rapist grandmother who is now my sister but in a way still my grandmother and still attempts to rape me [and a bunch of other ppl]
2. You raped me 11 times. You say leh?
3. I think we both know this story oh-too-well. You only try to rub it in my face everytime you can. :pouts:
4. I feel you. Definitely. Figuratively and sometimes physically. XD
5. Noodles. We spent form 2 bringing maggi cup for each other no? Plus tingting as well?
6. Adventurist. Lucky. HOT.
7. Then: Stupid nerdy girl with her big glasses stealing my attention. Pfft. XD
8. Now: Stupid nerdy girl with her big boobs stealing my attention. Pfft. XDXD
9. Whenever I see the word canada or whenever I try to copy your "I'm so happy" phrase.
10. Lovey dovey love. And fashion sense.
11. Ask me a question about you [not regarding canada] and I'll answer.
12. Same day I saw tingting last time.
13. Maybe? You're never around. :pouts somemore:
14. Dis is a bloggg.
15. Boobihotness. XD Plus how you listen when you do. =]

We are so going shabu when I come back.

Your lovely highness,
j0.

Kitty Blog

I'm in love with cats. Here's a cutey website for it!

http://cuteoverload.com

Memories

Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot or u didn't like me, anything you remember! Don't send a message, leave a comment on here. Next, re-post this in your notes and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. Repost as "memories."
After you leave your memory, answer this.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. how do you feel about me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?
15. What is my best quality?

Once again

I begin to write once more

How odd it is to lose myself in a vicious circle, and be able to return as myself.

Gigi Susu

Ever found something online that's super cute and totally random that you can't help but bookmark it and go back at least once a week to check for updates?

We found something [with a few recommendations from some very reliable resources] that everyone would love.

Check it out:-

"Hello?"

"Aaaaghhhhh!"

Visit Ickle & Lardee at My Milk Toof today!


P.s - And yes, I've realized how dorky that all sounded but who wouldn't love these little toofs? 8-]

On Your Behalf

I got bored so Jo gave me something to do. This artist is cool with some of the stuff he does. He is a street artist and there's link if you're interested more in the stuff he does.

Here's the link to his webpage:

http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/index.html

Vous avez su cela..

picture taken from - RaminaRibcage

Oinkers

Last weekend, my significant other, Bee Aeh and I, went to One Two Utama. As we had just finished having lunch, I asked Aeh if he wanted to have mango honeydew pudding for dessert at a certain dessert store.




Upon reaching, Aeh commented, "No sayang, I don't want to eat at Honeymoon Sweetmoon."
j0: Why not? They have mango honeydew pudding. U love that.
Aeh: Yeah, but I don't want to eat there.
j0: Why la?
Aeh: Because can't you see? They're giving out pork for free!





:facepalm:


facepalming away,
j0

Superficial

There are reasons to hating reunions.
A gaggle of people you don't feel like meeting, come together to 'chat'.

"So, what are you doing now? What do you plan to study? Working?"

Bloody boring.
These sessions are not 'chats'. They are rehearsed conversations. You disagree? Then why do people say the same things? Ask the same questions?

"Haiya, come see us ma,"

But I don't want to see you people. Why do you think that you've not seen me or heard from me for so long? It's simply because I don't want you to see me or hear from me. It's simple.

I refrain, of course, from stating the obvious.
You can say "She don't get to see her boyfriend, she won't come one la," because you refuse to admit "She don't want to come because she don't want to come la,". You need an excuse. Something to comfort yourselves that I am awful rather than me losing interest in you.

I have hated gatherings which involves eating and roaming in shopping malls. There is nothing, and I am very sure, nothing to do. It is already bad that we all cannot talk frankly because no one believes in it and those who do will simply be ignored (and therefore have given up in bothering).

I don't need gatherings or reunions. I see those I want to see. I talk to those I want to talk often enough. You gather because you have already separated from each other. The difference is obvious and the chasm is there.

I don't need a bridge across it. I don't want your bridges on my cliff.

We can't please everybody.
I've simply chosen to please myself.

Social norms?
I don't need them. I don't follow them. I just rant about them and dump them aside.

Ciao. I'm not seeing you people to-morrow. Because I don't want to. Sucks to the movies, sucks to lunch, sucks to 'because we were a class'. It was fun riding with you guys, but it won't be fun to continue. We are simply too different, and it's not your fault. Y'all are normal. I'm just too weird. I talk about things you people don't want to talk about. You talk about things that bores me.

It's true. =D
All too true.
I don't say it because you won't accept it.

This blog post is to increase the activity, and to become an outlet of temporary emotions.

Bu bu poruche!

I Get Paid To Pretend!!!

A thought manage to strike an interest in me. I just finished watching a commentary on the movie 300 and the director manage to say something out that I find funny.

"We are in a warehouse where they used to build trains in Montreal and it is freezing cold outside. But inside, we are pretending to be at a dusty war place. It's funny how we get paid to pretend!" 

And I realized, since I'm in almost the same line of job...I'm getting paid to come up with random doodles and sketches. That...I find honestly funny! 

[insert symbols followed by XYZ!!!]

I HATE my college.

j0

Idle

I have two ulcers. One of them under my tongue.
It sucks when you can't lick hot chocolate off a tumbler lid because it causes a lot of pain. Little droplets of liquid chocolate plus a hint of milk and sugar, are wasted due to my inability to use my tongue.
Eating is now also a pain thanks to my liking towards spicy food. Most of the time, when the ulcer gets too much, I make a bowl of instant tom yam noodles (spicy ones, mind you) and 'kill' the pain by causing a large amount of pain in one go.
Oh, but I'm still eating, lots. PMS sucks.
My PMS usually involves insatiable thirst, hunger and lethargy. It's not fun to keep drinking water until you feel sick because your body tells you "I'm parched, hydrate me," for a few hours straight. Also, I've been eating a lot. Over-hydrated and over-fed AND tired.
And then there is the short-fused phase, the emo-phase plus abdominal pain.
Some people think PMS is created as an excuse. I believe that they should be given the Tantalus treatment whilst being punched in the stomach while their brains are being pumped with a myriad of hormones women get that messes with their brains during PMS.

Yay.

9 Years Old

It was the 2nd week of me going down to KL. And this time, it was to pick up my passport from the High Commission. It all began when I thought I was the only one visiting KL and will be the only niece/nephew that will be visiting my uncle and aunt. After booking a flight with AirAsia, I promptly called my uncle the very next day to tell him about my arrival.

As I waited patiently by my phone, my called was missed by my uncle. Thus, I proceeded dialing his house phone number, in which, my aunt picked up instead. I told my aunt about my arrival instead and to my surpirse, I was told that another cousin of mine would be arriving in KL that very same day. We would be arriving at the same location but different time. He was to arrive at Sentral Station at around 1 in the afternoon whilst I was to arrive at LCCT at about 10 in the morning. My aunt, who didn't want to make two trips at the same time, told me to call my cousin and arranged a new time instead. I, being me, was confused with the information given to me by my aunt. I thought my cousin's arrival time at LCCT station would be at 1 pm and my aunt wanted me to wait for a few hours for my cousin's arrival. I told this to my parents over dinner and it manage to cause up a frenzy!
Everything kept getting messier and messier, and the more I called my cousin to talk about it, the more confusing it got for everyone. Finally, I manage to receive the informati0n that my cousin would be arriving at LCCT at 11 am. I was being pestered by my cousin the very next day for ruining up a perfect plan.

Just as I thought my problems were over, another risen with the visit of my aunt's nephew. The little boy was only 9 years old and he is the epitome of annoyance. When my aunt first picked up my cousin and I, the little boy was the sweetest little angel. He did not make a sound and he was obedient all the way. I have met with him once, long before. And I remembered the last time I've met this boy, he was only 7 and he kept on telling everyone that he is about to commit suicide. Since he kept on pestering everyone about it, I reached my point and just went along with him by telling him to go ahead. He was quiet for a while but he kept on pestering. So I have my doubts when he was a little angel. But as soon as my aunt left to pick up her kids from school, the little devil began emerging. My cousin and I were powerless to the 9 year old. He is unbearable but at the same time, he is only seeking attention which he lacks. But I have to be honest, his ways of seeking it is totally at the brink of annoyance and I am tempted to unleash my wrath of J1-ness if he doesn't shut up.

Oh well, kids will be kids and since everything turn up well for me through immigration. I will bare with this torture. Plus, he goes home tomorrow! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Letter of Approval

Dear Brands Outlet,

1. I have recently visited your branch in Ikano with a friend of mine & happened to chance upon a pair of shoes on display that I liked for Rm22.50. The following was a series of events that occurred:-

i. I walked up to the people working in the shoe department [a guy and a lady] and asked if that particular pair was the last pair. The lady answered "yes" and proceeded to put the shoes for me at the counter without a box. I figured, never mind, maybe the counter will help put them in later.

ii. When I went to pay, the cashier was all sour faced as if I had run over her cat the day before. I pushed it aside and gave her my friendliest smile and my cash as well. The bag boy upon handling my shoes dumped them into a plastic bag and handed it to me. I was already dumb-founded by this point but shrugged it off.

iii. I went back to my friend who was still lingering at the shoe and accessories section and lo-behold, I saw the lady & the guy bent over a shoe box, removing a brand new pair of the same shoes I bought. She then proceeded to put that pair on display. By this time I was flabbergasted.

iv. I then told my friend what had happened and proceeded to leave but asked her to check the size of the shoes before we left. That lady, the same one who told me that I had just bought the last pair, had just put on display a newer version of the same shoe I bought in my size. Where's the justice in that? Immediately, I left the store swearing.

2. Please understand. I had already set my mind in buying those shoes. The least the sales people could've done was either to put my shoes in a box and wait until I left to put new ones on display or get me a new pair. That's not too much to ask, right? It's not as if I wanted to bring it up to her and go, "Hey auntie. This one ah, still got or not? Got ah? *tries shoes and gives it back* I don't want la. Not nice." Is it that hard to just pull out a box of a new pair that has not been tried on by hundreds of people and put it on the counter? What are they paying you to stand there and count shoes for? As you can tell, I'm fairly pissed and has been for the last 6 hours.

3. Let's just say, I am definitely NOT going back to Brands Outlet anytime soon.

Thank you for your service,
j0.

Egads, I speak.

What are we all after? What is the purpose of life?
Self-inflicted questions are so cliche. Yet it goes on and on because no one knows an answer we're really satisfied with.
Roller-shutters roll and squeak as they descend and fall with a crash.
Bird calls echo loudly, even with so much noise from cars, from houses, from families and from the hum of a CPU.
I recall things.

I recall my personal wants, my own opinions, my ideas, my dreams.
Why are they all so irrational when applied to this thing people have dubbed 'reality'?
I...don't care.

People debate over jobs, over money, over the existence of God, philosophies, the meaning of life, what other people think about their clothes, the way they act, what other people say about them and so many other things.
They are all just simply things.
I don't care.

Jobs, money. They are duties we give ourselves. We need a job because we need money. We need money because money buys us necessities and things we want. They are important because we made them so, yet more people are subjected to greed and pride. The poor wants money to survive, the rich wants to get richer. Things become expensive. People forget what it's like to share because they want things, and more things. We forget what life really is because of our greed. No, we have already forgotten.

God or no God? Life? Afterlife? Beforelife? Arguments on religion are always tedious. A Christian girl I know once said to me that she needs to find something unexplainable so that I can accept that it is a miracle and believe in God. Why is there a need to explain things? Everything can be considered a miracle. Colours are a miracle, families are miracles. Why do we need to explain things? It was as if we explain things because we don't understand them, and we don't understand them because we don't accept them.
I don't care.
God or no God. Whether I am doomed to hell or not. The sun still rises from the east in the morning and I'll still get hungry. Locoroco will still be cute.

People judge because they don't understand, and if they do they will not judge. "Don't judge me based on your ignorance." Because of these ideas, I've grown to not be affected by other people's thoughts.

I'm crazy, irrational, odd. Yes, I know. You've all told me a million times.
I look at the sky, therefore I am weird.
I once asked myself: Why have a window when you won't look out of it?
And I answered my own question.

I can't live the life people expect me to. My examination results say I'm stupid, but some people say I'm smart. I sit in class but I don't feel as if I've learnt anything except that memorizing facts will ensure that I score. People say it's good to have a degree and a job but a job is just for money. People say lots of money is good, but I see rich people and I think that I don't want to be like them. I can't see the way 'normal' people see, nor think the way normal people think. That is why people who don't know me always dismiss my ideas and opinions. It's too odd, too 'negative'. My hitouts on 'society', on 'education', on 'the monetary system' and 'humanity'. They avert their eyes because it's too depressing for them, yet too true. But why is it depressing? It's not as if we can't fix it, it's just that no one wants to fix it. People say they want change yet stick to the same thing over and over again. Like how I keep saying the same things and sticking by my own path even though I will not gain a respectable job or earn good money and disappoint other people because I think other people just 'don't get it/want to get it'

I'm not metaphilosophical. I'm just too detached.
That's why I can say so much.
That's why people call me crazy.


Why do we have a window if we won't look out of it?

Because at least we'll have something to jump out of.

by me, the Slightly mad, but quite insane.

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Sometimes, it takes something life shattering to change your perspective on life.

What was easy, is now harsh. What was then a mere topic, is now a discussion of your sins. What was perfect, is now tainted. What was supposed to be something of the norm, now cuts you deep whenever you think about it, scarring you for life.

How does one live with this?

The simplest things ever can change, break and destroy you.

What do you do?

Cry every day for spilled milk? Blame everything and everyone for what happened? Shut yourself out from the world?

I just pretend it never happened.

J1 - Life's Short

"This life is for yours to take. No one will ever steer for you on where you want to go. You got to do all of it yourself. We are only here as a guide but the rest of it, its all up to you!"

~Words of Wisdom from J1 m@m@~

There was a picture on the newspaper where a bunch of 18 year old girls, all dressed up in Han Dynasty costumes, going through a ceremony for turning 18. It is a ceremony where they celebrate the fact that they have all grown up now and have a need to understand the responsibilities at hand.

(Its fascinating whenever you want a sign, they don't come to you. But when you stare at random things, they're like RIGHT THERE in front of you and you're just like, "Huh, a sign,")

Its also funny how we're just walking aimlessly in our lives, thinking that everything is going great than suddenly, BAM! We hit a sign and fall flat on our faces. (Think that its called a "turning point") We hit a lot of turning points in our lives and I think it takes a lot before the message actually decoded in our brains. For example, people tell you not to do it but as delinquents we are, we kept on doing it. Over and over and over and over again. We sometimes don't know why we kept on barging on the same wall but we just do it till we have a concussion. Then we realized, "Ooooooh, that's not the door!"

What ever happened to the whole quick learning thing we had when we were kids? I mean, as little kids we would do something stupid like throw a pebble at a dog and once being ripped to shreds by it, it just clicks to us that it is indeed stupid to throw a pebble at a dog. I think generation nowadays enjoy being inflicted by pain. I find it rather comical since I'm picturing dominatrix happening all over the place.

We get hurt once, we go back again.
We get hurt twice, we get hooked onto it.
We get hurt thrice, oh god its suicide time!

I mean, if things aren't turning out the way you want em to be, just change them yourself! Cause you can make the best out of any situation. Just look at the glass half full and just try to be strong. It is never easy to be an optimist cause its always easier to give up and give in. But consider this, you only have one life at hand. One life at stake and time is simply just going by really fast. Realized this, that once you lose time, you will never have the chance to get it back ever again. Like, yesterday's history and tomorrow is always a mystery. But today that the day you have, its a gift. That's why they call it the present. (Words from Kung Fu Panda...XD)

Another thing to realize, that the choices you make or don't make. Don't blame it on someone else when its not going your way. Cause if you made the choices and the sacrifices, you wouldn't be living such a shitty life at the current moment. Everything is a chain reaction. You just got to set it off, at the right tempo, at the right time. And life is like riding a roller coaster (and it sucks since we say it metaphorically and not literally cause it would be cool to just live everyday riding an awesome roller coaster). You got to take in the bads, if you ever want the goods. So that it balance everything out. Cause you can't always have it all. (And if I don't succeed as an artist I will try to become a Zen master! XD)

So, seize the day! Live up every moment! Don't do drugs and don't be suicidal! Cause no matter how deep you fall, stay strong and surely you will rise again!

Life is short, so try not to take it for granted.

362

Hola amigos.

This blog was created by 3 beautiful babies from 3 different sets of parents in attempt to keep in contact with each others lives [and not feel left out] from different parts of the world.

362 actually stands for the number of days this blog has been given life. Unfortunately, since the first day this blog was made, none of us to the liberty of raping it. XD You can tell how lazy we are and how easily distracted we get. However, that's gonna change for good.

That being said, just enjoy the ride. =]

xoxo,
t1^g.j0.J1

J1 - Spiteful

This blog was suppose to be the bridge that connect the three of us together since we're separated by the ocean for periods of time. But ever since the blog was created, it was left barren and empty as we decided to catch on with stupider things in our lives!

Frankly speaking, the past 8 months of my life was the most outrages, tremendous, ABSOLUTELY, mind f**king boggling roller coaster ride of my life. Not only did my sister moved in with me but at the same time, I decided its fun to go after another guy. Sure...I could juggle it all at the same time. I mean...I'm animated!

(NOTE: Animated Psycho Gigis has it own meaning! In a sentence...it means animated crazy teeth...but word by word...it means something else! "Animated" is me, since I'm in an animation course! We decided "Psycho" goes to Ting...ever since I met her, I've made up my mind that she is indeed crazy. "Gigis" is for "Jo". That's cause she's studying dentistry and she loathes it with a passion...not HATE...just LOATHES!!)

Still, too much juggling causes everything to fall apart. Think somehow I expect too much from the public or I try too hard just to get everything right for them and me, it just all fell apart so FAST!! I guess multi-tasking isn't ideal when it comes to your life! Then again, its fun from time to time! I stare at clowns juggling...they seem to be having fun!

But now, I'm back home! MILES AND MILES AWAY FROM PEOPLE I DON'T HAVE TO EVEN TRY AND PRETEND TO!! I don't pretend most of the time. Its just easier to hate within rather than tell em' I hate you out loud. Sometimes. Then again...I'm a changed...young adult I presume. Plus...got my hair cut and I GOT BANGS!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!

With Honesty and Hatefulness,
J1