Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Some of you might have been wondering where the hell I've been in the past couple of days.
Well, I'm alive. Hah, barely.
I feel like death.
See, I was at a normal visit to the dentist. Get my teeth checked/cleaned/whatnot. Then the dentist looks at the xray for a smidge too long. And you know it's not gonna be good.
Dentist: [stares at xray] ...
Mummy dearest: [the ever panicking one] What's wrong?
Dentist: Oh nothing much. Just that...*blah blah blah I wasn't listening, I was trying to stop myself from drooling all over myself.* We'll have to operate.
Sounds of muffled "!?" came from me. And, ever the lady, I choked on my own spit. Nice.
In the end, it was just my wisdom teeth. They were growing at a weird angle so I had two removed from the bottom row of my teeth. But apparently my teeth were really deep so they had to really dig it out. Resulting in my face looking like a chipmunks' for a couple of days.
Like young Alvin here:
Hai thar, stop lukkin' at mai nutz. Perv.
It hurt like ass too, even with the painkillers. Today's the first day I got out of the bed, 'sides from when I flew back.
Enough ranting though. I have retarded photos of myself to share. The ones I said I'd post couple of days ago. Mah bad.
Remember: it's intentional stupidity. For the hair and poses anyway. I can't do anything about the face. You'll just have to take it up with my parents.
Ai so azn.
Ladybug.
As you can tell, I've been pretty bored.
I don't feel like blogging right now. My internet is being a hoebag, which is just as well 'cause I have nothing else to say. Har har. I shall crawl back to bed and put ice packs on my gigantous cheeks now.
Well, I'm alive. Hah, barely.
I feel like death.
See, I was at a normal visit to the dentist. Get my teeth checked/cleaned/whatnot. Then the dentist looks at the xray for a smidge too long. And you know it's not gonna be good.
Dentist: [stares at xray] ...
Mummy dearest: [the ever panicking one] What's wrong?
Dentist: Oh nothing much. Just that...*blah blah blah I wasn't listening, I was trying to stop myself from drooling all over myself.* We'll have to operate.
Sounds of muffled "!?" came from me. And, ever the lady, I choked on my own spit. Nice.
In the end, it was just my wisdom teeth. They were growing at a weird angle so I had two removed from the bottom row of my teeth. But apparently my teeth were really deep so they had to really dig it out. Resulting in my face looking like a chipmunks' for a couple of days.
Like young Alvin here:
Hai thar, stop lukkin' at mai nutz. Perv.
It hurt like ass too, even with the painkillers. Today's the first day I got out of the bed, 'sides from when I flew back.
Enough ranting though. I have retarded photos of myself to share. The ones I said I'd post couple of days ago. Mah bad.
Remember: it's intentional stupidity. For the hair and poses anyway. I can't do anything about the face. You'll just have to take it up with my parents.
Ai so azn.
Ladybug.
As you can tell, I've been pretty bored.
I don't feel like blogging right now. My internet is being a hoebag, which is just as well 'cause I have nothing else to say. Har har. I shall crawl back to bed and put ice packs on my gigantous cheeks now.
Tata,
* k a y
So, I'd like to get something off my chest.
I would like to have the babies of this man:
If only so my children have his eyes. Gah, his eyes D:
One of the many reasons why I loved the new Star Trek movie. Which was EPIC. I do not care what anyone says, or how lame I am to have liked that movie.
Hell, I admit. Not only did like it, I loved it.
So yeah, call me a trekkie/trekker if you'd like. At least it isn't Twilight.
Besides, Chris Pine is way hotter than Rob whateverhisnameis.
One, the eyes. Dude, you have got to love the eyes.
Two, he doesn't look like an anemic stalker fanboy who's on his way to some anime convention. It's the hair, I swear. (Ooo, rhymed.) And he always has that pedophillic gleam in his eyes. What's with that!?
Three, Chris is the captain of the effin' Enterprise. Men in uniform (Y)(Y) Whereas, Rob is some sparkly vampire. Anemic vampire. Ironic much? Must be his 'vegetarianism.'
Four, *points up. Looks good in a suit. (Y)(Y)(Y)!!!
Five, have I mentioned the eyes?
Okay. I'll stop now. The list will never end. Thus endeth Chris Pine spammage.
So I'm pretty sure I've told the majority of people who actually bother to read this blog that two of my brothers just got married in Kota Kinabalu in the beginning of March. And I've promised wedding photos...well I don't have them.
But I did steal some off facebook. They were taken by a friend of my brothers' and he happens to be a professional photographer. But first, brief background. James (second oldest brother) married Crissie, and Alan (youngest of my brothers) married Athena.
Crissie and James.
From left to right; Crissie, James, Alan and Athena. Cute pic, no?
Me and my three sister-in-laws. The one in yellow is the wife of my oldest brother. Notice the bump, she's pregnant! Due June/July?
A candid one of us. I apologise for my retarded face.
Alan and Athena walking to the place where the ceremony was held.
Funny story: They actually had to do the walk twice. Cause the first time, the grooms walked with the bride, as you can see in the picture. Which is kinda hmmm, 'cause they're supposed to wait by the priest...right? But also, because the dearest daddy of mine (the same one who laughed and spat tea at my oldest brother's face at his wedding. And then pushed the blame to me who was 'making him laugh with her face.' I wasn't even doing anything with my face! Your genes made this face the way it is!) was missing. MIA. AWOL. Just left. And so, we had to run around looking for him and it turned out he was in the toilet. 'Cause he thought it was over.
I love my family. I really, really do.
And not only did that happen. The priest actually made a mistake when saying the vows. He said the wrong names. There was this awkward silence for a moment, 'cause he realised his error. Then of course, I had to burst out laughing. (nice one.) Luckily the rest of the people joined in and the priest started over again.
Okay, long entry. I think that's enough. See y'all next post.
I would like to have the babies of this man:
If only so my children have his eyes. Gah, his eyes D:
One of the many reasons why I loved the new Star Trek movie. Which was EPIC. I do not care what anyone says, or how lame I am to have liked that movie.
Hell, I admit. Not only did like it, I loved it.
So yeah, call me a trekkie/trekker if you'd like. At least it isn't Twilight.
Besides, Chris Pine is way hotter than Rob whateverhisnameis.
One, the eyes. Dude, you have got to love the eyes.
Two, he doesn't look like an anemic stalker fanboy who's on his way to some anime convention. It's the hair, I swear. (Ooo, rhymed.) And he always has that pedophillic gleam in his eyes. What's with that!?
Three, Chris is the captain of the effin' Enterprise. Men in uniform (Y)(Y) Whereas, Rob is some sparkly vampire. Anemic vampire. Ironic much? Must be his 'vegetarianism.'
Four, *points up. Looks good in a suit. (Y)(Y)(Y)!!!
Five, have I mentioned the eyes?
Okay. I'll stop now. The list will never end. Thus endeth Chris Pine spammage.
So I'm pretty sure I've told the majority of people who actually bother to read this blog that two of my brothers just got married in Kota Kinabalu in the beginning of March. And I've promised wedding photos...well I don't have them.
But I did steal some off facebook. They were taken by a friend of my brothers' and he happens to be a professional photographer. But first, brief background. James (second oldest brother) married Crissie, and Alan (youngest of my brothers) married Athena.
Crissie and James.
From left to right; Crissie, James, Alan and Athena. Cute pic, no?
Me and my three sister-in-laws. The one in yellow is the wife of my oldest brother. Notice the bump, she's pregnant! Due June/July?
A candid one of us. I apologise for my retarded face.
Alan and Athena walking to the place where the ceremony was held.
Funny story: They actually had to do the walk twice. Cause the first time, the grooms walked with the bride, as you can see in the picture. Which is kinda hmmm, 'cause they're supposed to wait by the priest...right? But also, because the dearest daddy of mine (the same one who laughed and spat tea at my oldest brother's face at his wedding. And then pushed the blame to me who was 'making him laugh with her face.' I wasn't even doing anything with my face! Your genes made this face the way it is!) was missing. MIA. AWOL. Just left. And so, we had to run around looking for him and it turned out he was in the toilet. 'Cause he thought it was over.
I love my family. I really, really do.
And not only did that happen. The priest actually made a mistake when saying the vows. He said the wrong names. There was this awkward silence for a moment, 'cause he realised his error. Then of course, I had to burst out laughing. (nice one.) Luckily the rest of the people joined in and the priest started over again.
Okay, long entry. I think that's enough. See y'all next post.
Hearts,
*k a y
(Don't you just LOVE how I just go on like nothing has happened after 5 months of not blogging?)
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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