And veronica.

Mmh tomorrow’s a Monday, and normally I HATE Mondays, but when there’s no school on a Monday, what’s there to hate? *shrug.

Ya okay I know I’m really annoying also wth.

But really I can’t believe it’s Monday again. I can’t wait for Chinese New Year! But then they keep reminding us that we have one week after CNY, and then we have our finals already. Wth what kind of nonsense is this! But on the other hand there’ll be the semester break to look forward to! I can have a holiday for 28395834534 months and never get sick of it. Okay realistically if I could, I’d take like 2 years off, just doing nothing, and I’d still love it. This stupid unhealthy obsession with holidays. I am going to drop out of university at this rate.

If only I had some sort of hidden talent that I can depend on.

Daddy says the only thing I am is clumsy. WHY LIKE THAT.

But today Perfect Oo spilled raw garlic on the table during dinner. So obviously I took the opportunity to exclaim annoyingly loudly

“YERRR DADDY WHY SO CLUMSY ONE YOU!”

Because he always say me one. Really. And since he is always such a hero in the family, where ALL scoldings and canings came from ma dearest and he never raises his voice with us, we’d get really depressed and upset just by

“told you to be careful already! always the clumsy one!”

Wah already people break something the mouth still want to be like that, so freaking hurtful.

But then cheng cheng cheng wth, today during dinner we realise that he says it to the BOTH of us. So how can right!

Che was all “eh make up your mind lah we can’t both be the clumsy one”.

And while I was minding my own business, like my usual non invasive sweet self.

“Joyce la”.

THIS IS BECAUSE I AM THE MIDDLE CHILD. I am not anymore clumsy than anybody okay I tell you first.

Anyway while we were discussing it he tried to sweep the garlic to the side of the table so it didn’t look so obvious he is Clumsy Oo, but I saw so I was like “uh uh uh! garlic is not for playing!”

*smug luckily I didn’t spill anything throughout the night -_-.

Panty was a bit late for dinner. And daddy told me not to rush him, to which I said “eh no la I told him my father very angry already! you better drive fast fast and reach here fast fast!”

“Later he reach that time I ask him to go home, see how you feel.”

Wth.

So back to things I’m good at.

I was playing the Wii the other day, and I so pwn at Mario party!

I won like all minigames except for 3 or something, and we played a whopping 35 rounds! I had so much money I wanted to donate it but it’s undonateable awww why am I so generous. So obviously I won because I am just good la why am I so modest -_-. And it is not because it is a girl’s game okay what kind of nonsense is that!

Okay so as much as I would like to take pride in my winning by a huuuuge lead, to which Darryl completely ruined because he is a sore loser and he chose to QUIT while I am being crowned king of the world, the other 3 just suck. So I’m really quite sucky and if you play with me you’d know, so don’t wth.

Other than that I’ve been swamped with law homework, I hate law homework it makes me really sad. Like I have law homework due on Tuesday (le sigh), which I have to do tomorrow I guess.

I was at Genting the weekend, and I’ve never been a more reckless driver than on that Saturday afternoon. Cause I was still at 1U when the limo was already at panty’s house, and I had to drop Beks home first, so I cut like I’ve never cut before and normally I’d be as steady as ever but the other day I was just not my safe, anal-about-breaking-road-rules self!

Umm is this why my essays suck? Because I can never go in chronological order unless I take time to plan and remember -_- and I just blurt out unthought nonsense?

So on with the messy post, I want to cook! I mean I know I really suck in cooking, but it’s fun, and I don’t take it that well (like want to punch people wth just joking) when other people who doesn’t have the cooking face cooks well : (. Drew made lasagna for me and to prove he made it himself (because I still refused to believe he can cook better than me) he baked my initials in the middle layer with alphabet pasta -_- although it didn’t turn out so well cause the c broke wth. Why are some people like that why cannot just let me be accusatory!

Eh and speaking about faces, do you think I have a singing face! Do I look like I can sing!

Why do people always ask me to sing and ask me things like “eh you sing one right” or “you can sing well what!” when I sing like a cow. It really makes me very sad, so don’t ask me if I sing because if I attempt to sing your ears might die really one. All the aunties like to tell me that I look like I “surely can sing very well”, WHY LIKE THAT. Is it the freckles wth or maybe the height wth.

Okay what is this with this long, incoherent post? Is it the alcohol? Or is this just the 5am talk? HEE.

Never take friendship personal.

I am feeling so incredibly annoyed with this health cycle I’ve been having.

It seems like I’m falling sick every other day almost. Nothing major, but it is damn annoying to wake up with a blocked nose, or an itchy eye, or sounding like a man, or something lah!

And have I talked about my jogging thing since I mentioned it a while ago? I went three times! I think. Or maybe twice. But anyway I’ve stopped. And the reason I am no longer happy about going to the park is because Esther Bratty Oo BANGED ME WITH HER BICYCLE!!!

Okay granted it wasn’t on purpose or anything, but still! It was damn painful, and I had a long drip of blood. (Okay maybe a speck, but that is hardly exaggerating, the pain felt as if it was a long drip. Exaggerating would be saying I bled a whole pool.)

Do you want to know how I fell??? Aunty Smelly Chong decided to race with me, and then suddenly I didn’t feel like racing very much anymore (because my shoes were slipping off, and I didn’t want to lose heheheheh WHAT), so I stopped short, while Esther was cycling behind me, and that B.O (Bratty Oo) doesn’t know how to use her brakes! So she ran into me and I fell on my ass like the kind like really on the floor kind. Like the kind the BB will laugh at if she sees because she is evil like that.

But if I witnessed her fall in the foyer I would have laughed like anything also HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (but I will help you after I am done laughing, promise!). Clumsy Ng! Fall in front of a lot of people Ng! Embarrassed yourself Ng!

But anyway, how can! If I had a bicycle when I was 10, I’d make sure I knew how to use the brakes! And then this is another sensitive issue about how she could get a bicycle, and Stella Oo also had a bicycle, BUT I NEVER GOT ONE.

I never got one even though I pleaded and begged for one!!! Daddy bought me a Barbie with a bicycle instead! So angry! Pui him!

But okay shall not go too deep into that.

I have to get back to studying I guess. I am the saddest girl in the world. I sneezed about 34857395 times in the past hour, and my left eye is slightly reddish. That and I have to do Accounting tonight because I hate Accounting.

I haven’t done any Accounting at all since.. quite a while back. Helen (the fiercey fiercey mentor) called me and asked me why I haven’t been attending revision classes, but that new lecturer takes one and a half hours to discuss ONE subjective question, can? Our entire paper is only 2 hours ok madam. And although I don’t really get it and it’s probably at my pace, I don’t like it and I fall asleep. Heehee. What.

So between not attending classes and not doing homework, maybe I should just not do any Accounting at all and count on my prayers because they say prayer works what hahaha no la no la study also la won’t take prayers for granted la yada yada yada.

Babes! We’ll hang out (as you like to say it now eww) after my exams yo!

Nothing in this worrrrrld.

Why isn’t my bloody mouse working properly!

It’s 3.15am and I just got up a while ago from my good 15 minutes nap.

I am technically supposed to go through that whole chunk of experiments like I promised but I still have that 5 more left from about an hour ago. I don’t know why but it still hasn’t really hit me yet that A2′s starting tomorrow! But I think it will hit me hard if I open my paper tomorrow and realise I cannot do it omgomgomgomgomg I am quite panicky now.

I drove like, a few times (or like twice maybe) this weekend you know!

Once when I sweetly volunteered to fetch Bratty Oo to school because Mummy dearest was leaving to China and Daddykins was sending her to the airport.

I was about to die when I found out I had to send her because that’d mean I’d have to drive home alone, correct? Which I have never done before besides around that miserable park behind my house wth. But then I thought, if I panic, she’d be all jittery and I’d panic even more, so I just confidently said “Eh lets go!”

“Huh really one ah? YOU SURE YOU CAN DRIVE MEH?!???” she asked with her eyes super wide open. Make me feel like pok-ing her only.

And after that at night when we were having dinner with Daddy, che, Kongs, and Aunty Chongs, she imitated my driving! Where can!! If she did it truthfully I’d be fine with it because my driving was not bad okay (really one), but she made me look so retarded! Everybody believe her she think like very nice like that lah! Pui her a zillion times. Where got people like that one. So ungrateful. Next time force her to cycle to school. Die also don’t want to fetch her anywhere anymore.

Heehee. Okay I should really get to some reading. But my paper’s in the afternoon tomorrow so actually technically I can study tomorrow morning, or wake up late late if I want *shrug*.

I’ve been super spacey today though. I was cooking maggi mee for Esther when I told her to get a plate…

“Huh? Plate or bowl?”
“PLATE LAH THEN?!”

And then I turned around to look at her to make sure she took the correct thing, resisting the urge to ask her why she’s asking me such a stupid question, when I saw her taking well, a plate, and I go

“Esther where got people eat maggi mee with a plate one all the soup spill you happy la!”

And then she goes in a really panicky tone, “YOU ASKED ME TO TAKE PLATE ONE!!!”

This is when I like her best. When she notices the 9 year gap between us! That shaky voice! The fact that she was going to stupidly get me a flat plate just because I said so even though she knew she should eat it from a bowl! I LIKE I LIKE I LIKE.

Lists.

Today.
1. Tore ANOTHER pair of jeans wthhhh.

School.
1. 2 weeks to A2!
2. Pray I don’t fail Physics.

Yesterday.
1. Slept at 9.30pm.
2. Played Mario until I slept.
3. Woke up at 3am and played more Mario until I slept again.

Past week.
1. 8 months baby!
2. Twister, twister and more twister.
3. Marks the end of the school holidays : (.
4. Became AUNTY Joyce to Cassidy Smalls.

How to get money after A2 (because I am very broke, okay!)
1. Sell all A-level books
2. Sell anything sellable, in fact!
3. Create new blog not on wordpress, sign up for advertising shit, shamelessly publicise said blog.
4. Sell my aunty’s car, handphone, and computer. Sell my BB’s tamagotchi and all her shoes.
5. Work *cries until I die*

Things I wish I can do.
1. Lie. PLSPLSPLS.
2. Eat less.
3. Have money.
4. Sit down and study.
5. Be a good girlfriend.
6. Have a pink room complete with a pink ps2 set that I will never play and then I’d invite Stella Oo for the grand opening of the pink room which will annoy her endlessly and I’m just tired lah haha.

Things I want to do.
1. Play mario omg why laaaa.
2. Colour.
3. Buy something new.
4. Go to the library in hopes of passing Physics wth.
5. Get that call over and done with.
6. Sleep early.
7. Get that BB thing.

I’ve been so deprived of art that I’m actually helping Esther with all her art wth wth wth. She always goes “da che is good at painting, I am good at drawing, and er che is… er… good at… running…”

I WANT TO DIE LA. I’ve never been good at running la okay. Just because got a few stupid medals from my ancient days she want to say until I like got no proper talent like that. That Bratty Oo! Pui her!

I was helping her with this one that only really required skill in mixing colours and painting inside the lines, because it’s all geometrical-ish. She said I was very good at it. Wah damn happy. Then she had to add, “because this one don’t need to be creative one. if creative things like they give you a topic to draw the beach right, you sure cannot do one!” I was staring at her almost as if I wanted to pour water over her painting when she continued with “hor? hor?”

Where got people like that one say people already still want to make people agree!!!

I’m going to bed.

I love you just the way you are.

I just spent about 2 hours on Esther’s Nintendo DS why why why I suddenly become like that one.

It’s already technically Sunday! So I’m technically supposed to go to college tomorrow I WANT TO DIE. On a better note the school holidays are over so I won’t have to hear Esther going

“Er che! You got school tomorrow?”
“Ya, why?”
“I DON’T HAVE!!!”

Shitter her. Shitter school holidays. Pui to the max. I hate everybody who had holidays last week. *shrug. What. Why cannot.

I’m so tired, I should probably go to bed. It’s 3am and I am grouchy. I don’t have my pillow to sleep on tonight, so I don’t like going to bed! Pillow stealer Oo! I don’t know if it was big Oo or little Oo, because they pretended to be too tired to give me my pillow wth where got people like that one. Somemore dare to go like “eh don’t la, you always get to choose the pillow”. MY PILLOW WHAT. IT’S BEEN MY PILLOW SINCE FOREVER HOW CAN JUST SIMPLY TAKE AND SLEEP ON ONE!

Eh. I’m damn sad la. Why la the weekend pass so quickly one! I haven’t even watched any of the movies I wanted to. I have so many I haven’t watched that I want to! 300! Bridge to Terabithia (plsplspls I hope it’s correct)! Pan’s Labyrinth! The Pursuit of Happyness! Mukhsin even!

SO CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW I ENDED UP WATCHING UNHOLY MATRIMONY!

And and and then today, I saw somebody giving out flyers for SPM/PMR seminars or whatever, point is it’s secondary school nonsense, and he kept asking me to join. I kept saying I don’t want to but he still kept asking and asking I damn tulan I answered in a really annoyed tone

“Saya sudah dalam kolej laaaa.” (eh wtf that sounds damn wrong why my Malay like that one)
“Eh. Betul ke? Jangan bohong la.”

BLUFF YOU GET KISS FROM YOU IS IT WHICH PART OF ME LOOK LIKE I’M STILL IN SECONDARY SCHOOL. Don’t even try to talk about my height hor, it’s a very sensitive issue.

I am just going to play more Nintendo while using a gross pillow.

Oh ya, like Happy St Patricks or whatever. Haha. I never knew and I’ve never celebrated. I asked Jarjarbinks (the Irish) if she celebrated it and she’s like “OMG I FORGOT!” so I guess it’s not a very big thing *SHRUG*. HEEHEE.

All we need for some romance.

I am very determined to have a category on my blog titled “MCS”. Which stands for ‘middle child syndrome’, der.

But then when I gleefully announced it to Stella Oo,

[03:01] Funny hat, shiny pants.: must be cause i’m the middle child.
[03:01] Funny hat, shiny pants.: i should have a category on my blog titled “MCS”
[03:01] Stella: eh. i ALWAYS give in to you. even esther gives in to you okay.
[03:02] Stella: when you and esther both want to use the compuer or watch tv, she’ll let you have it even after you screamed at her. then she’ll look at me and say (because she knows i’m probably gonna scold you for scolding her) and she says “its okay, let er jie”
[03:02] Stella: MCS my backside

Eh why la. Why la she like that. I don’t care I’m still going to have it.

And I’m sure it’s only going to fill up like anything.

Take for example last night when I was cooking Maggi Mee with the Beks in the kitchen, Esther saw a cockroach and started screaming like the mad kid she is.

“COCKROACH!!! COCKROACH!!!”
“Is it. Cockroach only maaaaa.”
“You also scared of cockroach one!”
“I where got. You don’t simply like like just say hor.”

I didn’t see it, so it meant nothing to me!

I continued my cooking, when all of a sudden I felt something on my hand and Esther started screaming “OMG ER CHE GOT COCKROACH! COCKROACH ON YOUR HAND!”

So then I start screaming like the mad person I’m usually NOT, only to find out it was some chocolate candy of hers!

Wahlau! Damn tulan!

“That’s why! Next time don’t simply say you’re not scared of cockroaches!”

…

I want to die.

I will never catch her doing anything slightly similar to da che ok.