Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

The Pink Ribbon/Passionately Pink event was held in Jaya One (Groud Floor) near Utar PJ campus recently. Actually it was quite a while, haha. But the gallery is still open where we can admire/criticise the pink rubber ducks which were self-decorated by various local artistes including the likes of Sarimah Ibrahim, Daphne Iking even Amber Chia. I was there with my three sisters where we only had the intention of eating at Wendy's, then we decided to walk around for a bit and came across the gallery. So, being busybodies and since Eileen's a pink maniac, we went in to have a look. The ducks were cute! Unfortunately we didn't bring any cameras so no pics. But we did buy one pink rubber duck of our own as the proceeds went to charity for breast cancer (Sth like that.) RM10 per duck . Quite ok lo. Haha. Here is our duck. Original. No additives, preservatives, colourings and what nots. Hahaha. This is what's written at the bottom of our duck! I super like the pun! Pink

I am sick. Not only physically but also sick/tired of what is going on. I can be said to be a perfectionist. Maybe a tad too much. :P My stupid final year project has caused me headaches, sore throat and slight fever. On top of that, I also have to study for a miserable subject. (Dr. T la!) Sometimes I wonder how my seniors make it through. Just when I feel like curling up and cry, another voice sounds in my ears. Final year project only ma... Very hard meh? One subject to study... Are you that incapable till you cannot handle? Cry... is your project going to be settled automatically by itself? If your seniors can do it, you can also do it wert. After all, we're all humans without much physical disablities. Eyes, ears, mouth, limbs and other stuff. We have it. So what's stopping us? Well, if my seniors can make it through, then I definitely can make it through as well .

My form six days were really great. So many fun and unexpected memories. Of course, not saying that my other years were full of sorrow, just that my form six days sticks in my mind more vividly. I remember the day when ST scared me with a cockroach. We were having biology class in the lab and she decided to play a trick on me. She said in a serious tone of voice, "There's a cockroach underneath our bench!" I am scared of cockroaches. So I screamed and jumped off my stool , scaring the whole class into a silent shock. Even our biology teacher was shocked and her eyes were so big staring at me and my other friends, who had recover from the shock of my scream and were laughing away. I apologised profusely. Stupid cockroach was a dead one. Needless to say, I was quite embarrassed after that. I remember the day when I cried during biology lab , when we were required to dissect mice. The unlucky mouse I had chosen was pregnant! I felt so sad for it. The foetuses could be seen j

Warning: May cause some disagreements. Don't read. Don't have pre-marital sex. Ever!! Why? Why do I feel so strongly about this?? Smoke yourself dead and drink yourself drunk, all you want. I don't care. (Maybe a bit) But say No, TAK NAK and Bu Yao to pre-marital sex. An analogy. Take a piece of masking tape and stick it on yourself first. Peel it off and stick it on another person. Peel it off and repeat the steps for four more people. What can you observe about the masking tape after that? It gets DIRTIER and LESS STICKY. You are the masking tape. The people whom the tape gets stuck on are your sex partners. The stickiness is the bond between you and your partner. As you have sex with more people, the bond between you and that person becomes less. You no longer see that person as a person, rather a tool for your sexual tension release. Sex IS a beautiful thing. But because of irresponsible people and media, it becomes dirty. A thing looked upon as taboo and something disg