A yellow blob tagged me. Now that doesn't happen everyday, does it? So here goes...
Rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.
Starting time: 0132
Name: Well, duhh?
Sisters: Turned into brothers
Brothers: Turned into sisters :)
Shoe size: Small enough to slip through the bloody drain cover
Height: Tall enough. Short enough.
Where do you live: I live?
Favorite drinks: Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster According to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster; it says that the drink's effect is similar to having one's brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.
Favorite breakfast: A great book and lots of love
Have you ever been on a plane: Everyday. Horizontal and vertical planes.
Swam in the ocean: Straights of Malacca = Ocean? <-- [edit] a Baba pointed out that it should be Straits of Malacca. Not Straights. Crookeds of Malacca = Gays? :D
Fallen asleep at school: *looks around innocently*
Broken someone's heart: by dropping it from the 3874th floor
Fell off your chair: in bits and pieces
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: For some reason, not many people call me at 3 am...
Saved e-mails: are promptly deleted if forwarded
What is your room like: In full view of a badminton court
What's right beside you: Gaseous dihydrogen monoxide
What is the last thing you ate: I'll tell you after I die
Ever had
Chicken pox: Wanna see the photos?
Sore throat: My much abused larynx has much to say
Stitches: on my clothes
Broken nose: of a paperplane
Do you
believe in love at first sight:
like picnics:
The above is a worldwide plot to get everyone who had two YESes to go on a ginormous picnic and start falling in love the moment they see each other.
Who was the last person
You danced with: I want to see what KJ wrote for this one
Who last made you smile: The last person I talked to
You last yelled at: the person who asked if I like picnics
Today did you
Talk to someone you like: I only talk to people I like. So there.
Kissed anyone: Swap saliva? Ya think?
Get sick: 23 sneezes ought to be heralding the Great Flu Era
Talk to an ex: convict
Miss someone: I tried to aim, but he ducked
Eat: lettuce
Best feeling in the world: Nirvana?
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: Real stuffed animals, if you get my drift
What's under your bed: A sniper rifle with those laser target thingys
Who do you really hate: People who smile blankly at my sarcasm
What time is it now: 0230
Random
Is there a person who is on your mind now: That German Shepherd
Do you have any siblings: Redundant questions *rolls eyes*
Do you want children: to stop crying and running around? Yes.
Do you smile often: smile = evil grin = often
Do you like your hand-writing: *squints*
Are your toe nails painted: What toe-nails?
Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Andy Warhol's
What color shirt are you wearing now: Green. This is voyeur-ish.
What were you doing at 7:00 p.m: I don't remember
Are you a friendly person: Don't come near me. I bite.
Do you have any pets: that are alive?
Where is the person you have feelings for right now: Strewing breadcrumbs for the ducks in the River Styx
Did you hold hands with the person who mean anything to you now: A painful image of Wall-e's desperate attempts flashes by
Do you sleep with the TV on: What TV?
What are you doing right now: looking around at my TV-less room
Have you ever crawled through a window: to get to a TV?
Can you handle the truth: that there really is no TV?
Are you too forgiving: no TV never mind lohh..
Are you closer to your mother or father: depends on who is souther. Otherwise, they're around the same distance away.
Who was the last person you cried in front of: Hades
How many people can you say you've really loved: <--- stupid question that does not appreciate the timelessness of love
Do you eat healthy: I eat apples. And instant noodles.
Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: "Satu setengah, boy"
If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: my Flaming Arrows
Are you loud or quiet most of the time: Quietly loud
Are you confident: of failing Pre-Cal?
5 things I was doing 10 years ago
1. That was
2. A
3. Long
4. Time
5. Ago
5 things on my to-do list today
1. I
2. Have
3. A
4. To-do
5. List?
5 snacks I enjoy
1. Damn
2. If
3. I
4. Can
5. Name 'em
5 of my bad habits
1. And
2. Why
3. Would
4. I
5. Tell?
5 places I have lived in
1. Gosh,
2. This
3. Is
4. Damn
5. Voyeur
I've had (including part time)
1. Petted
2. Cerberus
3. On
4. All
5. Heads
5 people I tag
1. Ron Nie
2. Beatrice
3. Yan Ming
4. Shea Yuin
5. Ee Jane (the one without a blog)
6. Woops :)
Wednesday, September 10
Friday, September 5
to kayjay
Mister Kay Jay,
This
is a German Shepherd.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
NOT this
What? Got sheep at the back ma!
Oh well, whatever turns you on, I guess ;)
And I do not know what that shepherd is 'good' at.
[insert what you think I think that dude above is good at]
This
is a German Shepherd.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
NOT this
What? Got sheep at the back ma!
Oh well, whatever turns you on, I guess ;)
And I do not know what that shepherd is 'good' at.
[insert what you think I think that dude above is good at]
acronym-ing the name
The thing about being Mandarin-illiterate is that I never really knew the meaning behind my name. Direct translation would make my name Opening Switzerland Firefly. How perfectly wonderful. It totally makes sense. The meaning is so darn profound, no one but the highest ranking eunuch in the Ming Dynasty can decipher it.
So I asked friends who are better in Mandarin. By god, the number of different interpretations! I got things like Sharp Firefly, Paper Hero, Sharp Hero, and so on. Aduh. My imagination just broke down. Why on earth did my parents name me after an insect that glows to attract mates?!
While I continue with my quest to derive some form of meaning to my name, I'll just indulge in a little bout of narcissism. I know I don't normally do this, but who cares?
S - skilled in soporification
U - understandably unapproachable
I - inanely idiosyncratic
Y - yearns to yacht up the Yangtze
I - ideal ignoramus
N - naturally nocturnal
G - game to gallivant with gays
that makes more sense than Paper Firefly, doesn't it?
So I asked friends who are better in Mandarin. By god, the number of different interpretations! I got things like Sharp Firefly, Paper Hero, Sharp Hero, and so on. Aduh. My imagination just broke down. Why on earth did my parents name me after an insect that glows to attract mates?!
While I continue with my quest to derive some form of meaning to my name, I'll just indulge in a little bout of narcissism. I know I don't normally do this, but who cares?
S - skilled in soporification
U - understandably unapproachable
I - inanely idiosyncratic
Y - yearns to yacht up the Yangtze
I - ideal ignoramus
N - naturally nocturnal
G - game to gallivant with gays
that makes more sense than Paper Firefly, doesn't it?
Tuesday, September 2
lepas geram. again.
I am frustrated.
I am tired.
I am malnourished.
I have sleep problems.
I am bleeding in the toe.
I am mentally fatigued.
I am stupid.
I am unimaginative.
I feel so inferior.
I am doomed.
BAH.
I get tired of life sometimes. Don't you? The unvarying routine, the repetitive chores, the lack of variety. And the realization that I actually have so many things to do but I am just too lazy to start doing any of them. And the fact that time feels like it takes forever to pass when I am bored, and yet, at this time, I am beginning to wonder what happened to the 8 hours I could have studied Pre-Cal. Damn. I am SO dead. Let me kill myself before I die in the hands of CGPA.
I feel forsaken, by everyone and everything, by the whole world.
My Pre-Cal is moderately okay, when I really need it to be perfect.
My MSN is as populated as The Dead Sea. I'm not blaming you people, I know it's 3 am.
My roommate is sleeping. Soundly. As always.
I, on the other hand, am having trouble sleeping at night.
My blog is my proof.
My brain decided to celebrate independence.
And the most irritating thing is, when I tried to scream away my ke-kns-an, all that came out was a growl. Dammit. Scream oso dunno. Is that retarded or what?
When I tried to snap my stupid pencil in half, I ended up sharpening all of them.
When I start thinking of burning the Pre-Cal book, I realized I have no matches. or lighters.
Oh God. I need someone to strangle.
But looking at my failed attempts to 'let go' physically, I'll probably end up shaking hands or something.
Garrrrhhhhh.
This failure of the human race is going to vent out her frustration by razing the entire British colony to the ground with her uber-cool Japanese army.
Wow. The thought of that made me feel better already :)
I am tired.
I am malnourished.
I have sleep problems.
I am bleeding in the toe.
I am mentally fatigued.
I am stupid.
I am unimaginative.
I feel so inferior.
I am doomed.
BAH.
I get tired of life sometimes. Don't you? The unvarying routine, the repetitive chores, the lack of variety. And the realization that I actually have so many things to do but I am just too lazy to start doing any of them. And the fact that time feels like it takes forever to pass when I am bored, and yet, at this time, I am beginning to wonder what happened to the 8 hours I could have studied Pre-Cal. Damn. I am SO dead. Let me kill myself before I die in the hands of CGPA.
I feel forsaken, by everyone and everything, by the whole world.
My Pre-Cal is moderately okay, when I really need it to be perfect.
My MSN is as populated as The Dead Sea. I'm not blaming you people, I know it's 3 am.
My roommate is sleeping. Soundly. As always.
I, on the other hand, am having trouble sleeping at night.
My blog is my proof.
My brain decided to celebrate independence.
And the most irritating thing is, when I tried to scream away my ke-kns-an, all that came out was a growl. Dammit. Scream oso dunno. Is that retarded or what?
When I tried to snap my stupid pencil in half, I ended up sharpening all of them.
When I start thinking of burning the Pre-Cal book, I realized I have no matches. or lighters.
Oh God. I need someone to strangle.
But looking at my failed attempts to 'let go' physically, I'll probably end up shaking hands or something.
Garrrrhhhhh.
This failure of the human race is going to vent out her frustration by razing the entire British colony to the ground with her uber-cool Japanese army.
Wow. The thought of that made me feel better already :)
Monday, September 1
lovely vibrations
Vincent, by Don McLean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
in the darkest moments of the day, i am soothed and at peace. for i know death can be beautiful. and so can life.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will...
in the darkest moments of the day, i am soothed and at peace. for i know death can be beautiful. and so can life.
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