Happy Birthday, albeit a bit belated one. Sorry. Phone's dead. (Or so I say :o) HAHA. But yes, I'm sorry): And my internet was being retarded so I couldn't get this up until now. But I bet you had fun anyway, with all your friends in UK celebrating with you. ): Too bad I couldn't be there, I would have been the life of the party HAHA. So did you get a birthday kiss from some cute boy? HAHAHA. If yes, congrats ;) If no, well...there's always other holidays. Like Christmas, that's just around the corner. :DD MISTLETOE HIJACK YO! ;P
Well well, known you for...gosh...since Year 6! That's a looong time. Back in the ol' days when people used to confuse me for you and visa versa. Just cause we're Chinese and tall and glasses. Pshh. Whites. (I JOKE. You know ilu gaiz rly ;)
So you're 19 now, huh? You old grandma, you :p Gonna do all those grown-up type things soon.
Anyway, HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME (even though, I know, it's really hard because you miss me so much)
Well well, known you for...gosh...since Year 6! That's a looong time. Back in the ol' days when people used to confuse me for you and visa versa. Just cause we're Chinese and tall and glasses. Pshh. Whites. (I JOKE. You know ilu gaiz rly ;)
So you're 19 now, huh? You old grandma, you :p Gonna do all those grown-up type things soon.
Anyway, HOPE YOU'RE HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME (even though, I know, it's really hard because you miss me so much)
Love,
K a y
K a y
PS: I'm joking about the mistletoe thing.
PPS: But if you really want to do it...go for it. HAHA ;)
PPS: But if you really want to do it...go for it. HAHA ;)
I...don't know what this is. Haha. A random piece of prose for you to sample, I suppose.
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The sounds of harsh panting filtered through the air, husky and rasp. Two lone figures stood, draped by the silvery ribbons of moonlight, twisted and melding into the sandpaper rough wall, scratching fragile tissue-like skin. Gasps rebounded across cold, hard surfaces as steel pins dug deep, bringing forth molten scarlet warmth, like the first forkful into an oozing chocolate cake. Her hair hung around her like a golden cloud, platinum strands dyed crimson, tainted by sin.
White canines flashed, highlighted by the effervescent glow of the moon. Drops splashed across hungry lips, a sticky tattoo when left to dry. Limp hands were woven into inky curls. Paler now. Her azure gaze fluttered shut, lashes that were painted black with mascara weighed down heavily against her fragile lids, crow's feet framed the outer corners of her eyes. Salty tears leaked under closed lids, travelling over powdered cheeks.
Eyes forced open with tremendous effort, and a shaky smile spread across ruby lips. Both remained, standing still, for a split second, before she fell into a crumpled heap on the dusty pavement.
He reached for his corner pocket, lifted his pristine white handkerchief from its place and lightly dabbed his mouth clean, as one would do after a meal. Gloved fingers combed through his dishevelled hair, before tossing the now dirty cloth onto the unmoving figure beneath him.
He turned.
Then left.
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Anyway, hoped you enjoyed it. Whatever. Figured I should blog and this just happened.
Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it:)
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The sounds of harsh panting filtered through the air, husky and rasp. Two lone figures stood, draped by the silvery ribbons of moonlight, twisted and melding into the sandpaper rough wall, scratching fragile tissue-like skin. Gasps rebounded across cold, hard surfaces as steel pins dug deep, bringing forth molten scarlet warmth, like the first forkful into an oozing chocolate cake. Her hair hung around her like a golden cloud, platinum strands dyed crimson, tainted by sin.
White canines flashed, highlighted by the effervescent glow of the moon. Drops splashed across hungry lips, a sticky tattoo when left to dry. Limp hands were woven into inky curls. Paler now. Her azure gaze fluttered shut, lashes that were painted black with mascara weighed down heavily against her fragile lids, crow's feet framed the outer corners of her eyes. Salty tears leaked under closed lids, travelling over powdered cheeks.
Eyes forced open with tremendous effort, and a shaky smile spread across ruby lips. Both remained, standing still, for a split second, before she fell into a crumpled heap on the dusty pavement.
He reached for his corner pocket, lifted his pristine white handkerchief from its place and lightly dabbed his mouth clean, as one would do after a meal. Gloved fingers combed through his dishevelled hair, before tossing the now dirty cloth onto the unmoving figure beneath him.
He turned.
Then left.
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Anyway, hoped you enjoyed it. Whatever. Figured I should blog and this just happened.
Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it:)
Love,
K a y
K a y
Heh. Long time no blog. Shockingly, this blog has lasted more than 3 posts.
University applications are a right pain in the ass. :| I don't even want to think about it, cause I'll start checking my email every 5 minutes for replies and stuff. Then I'll start panicking once I don't see any new emails, and think "What if none of the unis accept me? omgomgomg, will I have to make hamburgers in McDonalds for the rest of my life? Will I have to work as a maid to a pompous jackass...?" And etc.
You get the picture.
Went to CheezBox on Thursday with Krish and Fatso, Hui was supposed to come but then she cancelled last minute cause of a clash in schedules. The food was...alriiight, but I was craving milk tea.
Here's Krish picking her nose, and Fatso with her spoon.
omg Fathin, you look like a psycho killer :| and Krishna...HAHA your face is just classic. :D
After that we were joined by Jo, who came late cause of 'work.' And we watched Max Payne...which, by the way, was horrible. Bad bad bad. Plotholes here there and everywhere. AND predictable. It was really funny though, cause we (mostly me and Fathin) laughed throughout the entire movie. They abused slow-mo; raped it to the extent that it probably added 30 minutes in total to the entire movie.
My baby cousin has been staying in Brunei with me for the past week or so, and remember how I told you he chooses the absolute worst times to poop?
Well. It happened again.
I was carrying him to his cot, so we wouldn't have to worry about him during dinner. And he dropped the bomb on me. D: It wasn't just a small bomb either. It was a BIG, SPLATTERING, STINK bomb. Evil. Evil. Baby.
Needless to say, I didn't have much dinner that night.
University applications are a right pain in the ass. :| I don't even want to think about it, cause I'll start checking my email every 5 minutes for replies and stuff. Then I'll start panicking once I don't see any new emails, and think "What if none of the unis accept me? omgomgomg, will I have to make hamburgers in McDonalds for the rest of my life? Will I have to work as a maid to a pompous jackass...?" And etc.
You get the picture.
Went to CheezBox on Thursday with Krish and Fatso, Hui was supposed to come but then she cancelled last minute cause of a clash in schedules. The food was...alriiight, but I was craving milk tea.
Here's Krish picking her nose, and Fatso with her spoon.
omg Fathin, you look like a psycho killer :| and Krishna...HAHA your face is just classic. :D
After that we were joined by Jo, who came late cause of 'work.' And we watched Max Payne...which, by the way, was horrible. Bad bad bad. Plotholes here there and everywhere. AND predictable. It was really funny though, cause we (mostly me and Fathin) laughed throughout the entire movie. They abused slow-mo; raped it to the extent that it probably added 30 minutes in total to the entire movie.
My baby cousin has been staying in Brunei with me for the past week or so, and remember how I told you he chooses the absolute worst times to poop?
Well. It happened again.
I was carrying him to his cot, so we wouldn't have to worry about him during dinner. And he dropped the bomb on me. D: It wasn't just a small bomb either. It was a BIG, SPLATTERING, STINK bomb. Evil. Evil. Baby.
Needless to say, I didn't have much dinner that night.
Buh Byes,
♥ K a y
♥ K a y
So I watched this show on Channel V, and it was about China's youth movement. Basically, it's about the culture of the 'youngsters' (wow, I feel so old when I use that word. HAHA.) in China.
Most of it was very funny, mostly consisting of Chinese 'hip-harp.' (Hip-hop to you and me both) There was a man who was saying how most people don't truly understand the meaning of 'hip-harp' and just wear the clothes to be fashionable and etc. But people like him, really appreciate hip-hip and feel the music shaking in his BONES. And he also went on about something to do with hip-hop becoming more and more 'parp' (Pop) and how it's ruining the whole hip-hop culture. Whatever, I wasn't really paying attention.
So anyway, there was one bit that kinda annoyed me. One boy/man said that he was “yellow on the outside, but black on the inside.” And he was the same one who kept saying 'nigga' and 'yoyoyo' among other 'gangsta' terms.
I mean, wth? HAHAHA.
Is it so bad to be CHINESE? Is there a rule which states that you couldn't 'be Chinese and practise' hip-hop? Does claiming to be African-American on the inside make you feel superior?
And dude, what's with the 'being black on the inside?' You're clearly Chinese. Not. Fooling. Anyone. A blind man can tell you're Chinese.
You're not convincing anyone with your hip-HARP. Saying 'nigga' continuously doesn't make you black.
I'm not dissing anyone. Well, I am. I'm dissing that 'yellow on the outside, black on the inside' guy. But not anyone else, promise (:0
I just don't get why he can't be a Chinese (yellow on the outside, yellow on the inside) hip-hop artist.
You don't see John Mayer claiming to be black on the inside, and blues originated from the African-American slaves.
Okay. End of rant. I'll post my pictures from KK up another time.
Most of it was very funny, mostly consisting of Chinese 'hip-harp.' (Hip-hop to you and me both) There was a man who was saying how most people don't truly understand the meaning of 'hip-harp' and just wear the clothes to be fashionable and etc. But people like him, really appreciate hip-hip and feel the music shaking in his BONES. And he also went on about something to do with hip-hop becoming more and more 'parp' (Pop) and how it's ruining the whole hip-hop culture. Whatever, I wasn't really paying attention.
So anyway, there was one bit that kinda annoyed me. One boy/man said that he was “yellow on the outside, but black on the inside.” And he was the same one who kept saying 'nigga' and 'yoyoyo' among other 'gangsta' terms.
I mean, wth? HAHAHA.
Is it so bad to be CHINESE? Is there a rule which states that you couldn't 'be Chinese and practise' hip-hop? Does claiming to be African-American on the inside make you feel superior?
And dude, what's with the 'being black on the inside?' You're clearly Chinese. Not. Fooling. Anyone. A blind man can tell you're Chinese.
You're not convincing anyone with your hip-HARP. Saying 'nigga' continuously doesn't make you black.
I'm not dissing anyone. Well, I am. I'm dissing that 'yellow on the outside, black on the inside' guy. But not anyone else, promise (:0
I just don't get why he can't be a Chinese (yellow on the outside, yellow on the inside) hip-hop artist.
You don't see John Mayer claiming to be black on the inside, and blues originated from the African-American slaves.
Okay. End of rant. I'll post my pictures from KK up another time.
Buh Byes,
♥ K a y
♥ K a y
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