Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

What does Merdeka mean to you? For all these years, Merdeka meant holidays! Yay! Other than that, Merdeka has never had any special meaning to me. If I were to be interviewed live with the above question, I'd most probably be giving my blur face I'm famous for. I'd be quiet and stare at the interviewer as if he or she has hair spurting out of their ears. Seriously. I have no idea...I can't just say 'holidays' right? (Sounds so idiotic tsk) I guess it's because I don't really get the true meaning of Merdeka or independence. We, especially the youths born long after the independence, will very unlikely grasp the true meaning and what it actually signifies. But then, who can blame us? Look at the political situation in our country! It's horrible. Is it no wonder so many youths especially students who just finish their SPM opt to further their studies overseas??? I sometimes feel ashamed that I do not have that fiery, patriotic feeling inside of me. Ever...

This post is written in honour of (no, scratch that), is written with the objective to give someone a piece of my mind. (Want my cerebrum or medulla oblongata?) Firstly, this person complained that I did not update my blog often enough. Then he said, "Kenny Sia updates everyday." Yeah right, it's not everyday la Tai Kor! And why compare me to him? I'm so tiny and puny in the blogsphere. Heh. Anyway, I'm super busy and super tired and has had no inspiration whatsoever to blog about anything till today. (Thanks to somebody...) Before I go into the second part, for all those who have yet to hear about it, (it's been publicized in her FB), my sister, Eileen is now formally engaged to her sweetheart of six, seven years. Congrats to my dear dear sister. Finally, eh? Hahah. The second part is related to this. Not referring to my sis, but me. Our good friend who complained that I don't update often, had the gall/balls (Grr...) to 'insult' me. When I sh...

I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, I wish I had it my way, Then I wouldn't be so blue. I finally cried today, The tears all streaming down, It was definitely time I'd say, To let my guard right down. I thought I had it, I thought I had it all, But what I had was just a bit, And I've come crashing into a wall. I think it'd be weird, If I had a beard, So would she in a skirt, In her boyfriend's t-shirt. I don't know what this is, I don't think you do as well, But oblivion is bliss, So you'd still feel just as swell. Finally to end this nonsense, And to part to thy separate ways, I know this is just nonsense, But see ya at the end of days. HAHAHAHAHA. Brain malfunctioned.

I was heading for dinner in Parade yesterday. While we were walking, this little boy of about 3 years of age, walked past us. You know those blown up balloons tied onto plastic sticks...? Well, he was purposely waving his and hitting everyone who passed by him. Naturally, I was one of his targets. His balloon hit me. And, my first reaction was to be annoyed. I like kids and all, but hitting strangers with balloons is not polite. Hahaha. I actually turned round to glare/scowl at him. But OMG, when I turned to glare at him, he was smiling so sweetly at me. The kind of child-like innocence every one of us used to have before we became devils. I started laughing when I saw him. How could I be angry with him? He was so adorable!!! He was just happily swinging his balloon, unknowingly hitting people. And I suddenly felt very happy when I saw his little angelic face...hahaha. *dreamy face*

Oh my gosh... I finally know how my face would look like during my convocation this coming Sunday... Superbly horrendous la wei. I have no idea where UTAR got these photographers. I mean, I do thank them for their efforts and all but oh gosh.... the photos are bleah... Look at the pic... Hahahaha. I didn't know my mouth is senget one also.... Yer... Now I seriously look like some Asian girl albeit the crooked mouth. (Don't care about that!) Imagine... this pic will be shown to thousands and thousands of parents, friends, and relatives. *starts wailing* I thought mine was bad... but a look at others... got me thinking that mine wasn't so bad after all. :) P/S: I sound like a bimbo...sorry. PP/S: I'm just too stupefied...