Okay, there are some blogs that I like reading, and some that I don't. It's probably a shorter list to go with the ones that I don't like, so I'll go with those ones.
1. The personal blogs I'm sorry, but do you really feel that it's right to air your feelings and emotions to the unknown? Like how lonely you are or how much you're in love or how much you're relationship is falling apart. Frankly, I don't give a damn. And if I wanted to use and example, take this person I know. Let's call this person A. A confuses the hell out of me. A's blog contains outpourings of love towards A's partner, but is having a relationship behind the partner's back without ever mentioning it in their blog. And then wonders why the relationship with A's partner is falling apart. And then wants to be with that partner forever. Well... what about the secret lover? I just don't get it. ㅠ___ㅠ Please, just keep the personal stuff personal.
2. The Super Junior fan girl blogs I know what you're thinking. The girl herself is a Super Junior fan girl, what is she on about?. Well, there's fan girl, and then there's crazy-fan-girl, and then there's in-your-face-screaming-her-love-to-the-stars-fan-girl. I probably fit into the crazy-fan-girl category. Because I read someone's blog, and that was definitely in-your-face-screaming-her-love-to-the-stars-fan-girl. I mean, all the posts in the one page were covered in SuJu worships. I didn't even want to go further. And they weren't like the usual "post-video-and-squeal-about-it" posts, they were the "oh-my-god-super-junior-makes-my-life-worth-living-I'd-die-if-I-didn't-have-them" sort of posts. Christ Buddha, you had a life before you started listening to them. They'll probably murder me for thinking that Super Junior's getting a bit boring.
3. The bitch blogs No description needed. A bitch blog will and always be a bitch blog. The only thing that annoys me is that they're usually the most popular ones. What is wrong with the world?!
*note: This rant is not directed at anyone, I'm being general. And I'm doing this purely from my opinion, so early apologies if anyone gets offended.
STOP BUILDING NEW APARTMENTS. You keep building them and no-one's buying them. You know why people aren't buying them? Because they can't afford them. And DON'T give me any bull**** about you not building them, it's the contractors and s**t, because your ministry obviously has to approve them. Think you're modernizing the country? THINK AGAIN.
STOP TEARING DOWN HILLS FOR YOUR FREAKING PROJECTS. HALF THE TIME THEY DON'T GET FINISHED ANYWAY. AND YOU DON'T NEED ANYMORE FREAKIN APARTMENTS/CONDOMINIUMS, YOU'RE DESTROYING THE SKYLINE. AND THEY LOOK LIKE CRAP.
STOP CUTTING DOWN THE TREES AND DESTROYING FORESTS JUST FOR YOUR STUPID BUILDINGS. YOU DESTROYED A FREAKIN MOUNTAIN JUST TO BUILD A NEW AGONG'S PALACE, WHEN HE ALREADY HAS ONE ANYWAY! AND THE NEW ONE IS CRAP! IT LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A KAMPUNG!
STOP GOING ON ABOUT STOPPING GLOBAL WARMING. MY FOOT. The day we stop Global Warming in Malaysia (and I couldn't give a crap on who knows I'm in Malaysia anymore) is the day corruption stops in this God-forsaken country.
Which, for your information, is NEVER going to happen unless you, Dato' Seri Mohd. Najib bin Tun Haji Abdul Razak, clear out your whole government and start again from scratch.
I know I'm in no position to say this, because I have no idea (but I think I do) of how tiresome and frustrating and long this process will be, but let's face it, you're not getting anywhere trying to flush out corruption, because everyone is freaking corrupted.
I meant to just stay on topic of not building anymore apartments, but I got carried away.
A chat on paper between Monkey, Reindeer and Spider [codenames used to protect identities]. THIS IS A REAL CONVERSATION. Enjoy :D
[Chat starts.]
Monkey: She ALWAYS talks about Asian countries --"
Reindeer: LOL I know so annoying. I wanna throw a brick in her mouth!
[Spider has been added to this conversation] Spider: Hallo! :)
Monkey: Hello! USE YOUR OWN PENCILS :P I don't remember what the topic is anymore xD [The topic of our new chapter.]
Reindeer: This is going on forever, the longest period ever! Connex? WTF?... A Global Issue... I don't think so.
Monkey: OMFG does she ever take a break... --" And the new Connex is Chinese, shit they came from China, they must be refugees! D: [Teacher constantly goes on about Asian refugees.]
Spider: LOL, please shut up Ms Vinegar!
Monkey: I want to legally kill her. [Teacher goes on about how they legally children in China for the one-child policy.]
Reindeer: Does anyone have a gun?... for myself or for Vinegar, "Neither can live while the other survives."
Monkey: Vinegar is "neither can live" xD
Spider: Okay... :S [Hasn't read Harry Potter.]
Reindeer: I thought she was done, well, getting to the sheet... then she got sidetracked again. Argh. :(
Monkey: Meh, let her talk, we can do what we want and she won't notice xD So we went from population of Melbourne in the future to Indonesian refugees to Prime Ministers shaking hands to Barcelona cameras on beaches to Connex to China's one-child policy to...?
Spider: ... to what baby boomers and kids need. Hehe. I don't think she's even on topic.
Monkey: She's NOT, she's forgotten what the topic is LOL
[Spider gets pissed at Vinegar and starts 'swearing'.]
Reindeer: Hey Spider, hold your temper otherwise you are going to have green ink off your hand...
Spider: Yes, because I'm turning into the Hulk D:
Monkey: LOL! I'm turning into Flubber so I can get out of here :D
[Explains to Reindeer what Flubber is; green, slimy and blobby.]
Reindeer: But you will then be put into quarantine if you are green and slimy. So either way, you're trapped. Maybe I will morph into Rudolph [the Reindeer] and use the excuse of having to help Santa.
Monkey: WHY DO WE GIVE A SHIT ABOUT CHINA. --" [Teacher still going on about one-child policies]. Damn, always trapped. Santa doesn't exist, nyeh nyeh :P
Spider: Vinegar's got a hunched back! Kekeke.
Monkey: LOL, you just noticed? She was talking [non-stop] for 35 minutes, OMFG :O [Teacher stops talking.]
Spider: How long do we have until this lesson ends?
Monkey: About half an hour D:
Spider: God help us DDD:
Reindeer: 1/2 hour left. 30 minutes, 29 min 58 sec, 29 mins 56 sec, ...
[Pause.]
Spider: ...*cricket chirps*...
Monkey: DaBlaDaBlaDaBla. *eyebrow raise LOLLLL. She's talking to herself.
Reindeer: LOL! I don't even think the front rows fully listening! 25 min 32 sec, 25 min 29 sec...
[Reindeer and Spider start chucking pens around.]
Spider: You fail at the pen thing [Monkey].
[Teacher makes a comment about what Melbourne will be like 10 years later.]
Reindeer: 10 uears later... she'll still be talking to some poor unfortunate souls.
Spider: I wonder how long she lectures her children for...
Monkey: LOLLL [Reindeer] was saying something to Vinegar and she kept tallking xD [Teacher malkes comment about getting a phonecall.] She got a phonecall from God! [Reference to Dead Poets Society]
Reindeer: We are sooo... keeping this [chat].
Monkey: I should have timed how long you kept your hand up xD
Spider: Don't you dare scan this, Little Mrs. Facebook :P
Monkey: I sooo should :P No one knows who we're talking about. But no-one can read our writing xD
Spider: Alright then.
Monkey: What's she on about now? I swear she wante dot be a lawyer or something.
Reindeer: Politician?
Monkey: Nah, she probably failed Politics school; doesn't know when to shut up. And too pessimistic :P
And this is what the world comes to. A screaming mass of endless random violence, intentional violence, and internet violence. Is this your idea of world peace?
Nah, didn't think so.
Some kind of world peace when teenagers are becoming the most sought after topic in newspapers, the radio, the internet. Have you ever noticed that most headlines are dominated by teenage violence? Teenage suicide? Teenage... misfortunes?
This is by far the news that got first on my you-gotta-be-kidding-me list.
Down with random violence. It's disgusting. What right did you have to beat up these kids? Did it even occur to you that they have exams in about a month? That you might have ruined their chances at having even the smallest shot at life after school? At even having a life? That if they missed those exams, there's nothing left for them on this earth? Did it even occur to you that they did absolutely nothing to you? It was a perfectly legal gathering, and I bet you're not even neighbors who were disturbed by the singing.
Why didn't you end your own if you wanted to end theirs so badly.
Pools of blood on the pavement.
You people make me sick.
But what makes me really want to throw up last night's dinner is when they teenagers start picking on others... for reasons we'll never know. Jealousy? Revenge? Search me. These are the minds that need serious unpicking. Think we love reading about whatever lies you somehow managed to "unearth"?
Think again, if you even have a brain to think with, you anonymous coward.
You know that when people finally find out who you are, you're dead. The whole school will be after you, and then what can you do? "Dish the dirt" on them?
Click if you really want to read idiocy on display.
But I don't recommend ever going back, unless you're the sort of person who feeds on crap. And if you are, you probably don't like me, because crap isn't my thing. So why are you even here? And don't worry, if you don't like me, I probably don't like you.
to gg: I don't give a crap about who you are, what you do, or what goes on in your shitty little life. Because when we find out who you are...
No words needed.
And by the way, flowery language gets you nowhere in this world. Learn how to use vocabulary properly. You're an insult to the blogging world. Stephanie Meyer would cry for you. But then again, she's one for flowery language too. I bet you love her. And thanks so much for providing "detailed" descriptions of T.
T for thank you, because now we all know who you're talking about.
Unfortunately for you, T is my friend.
And no-one messes with my friends, be they close or distant. Not that you would understand, seeing as you obviously don't have a single one.
I don't want to, but I'm keeping a close eye on you. Reading between the lines is an easy thing to do. :)
Yea, sorry about the photobucket - bandwith exceeded mess that my blog has become.
At least the posts can still be seen, which is a *phew factor.
Just to make sure, I went to Leanne's blog to check since we have the same skin (HAHA, yes, laugh at our wannabe twin-ness) and hers is like mine. But at least her title can be seen. If that's possible.
please update it, person who made this blogskin! I really like it!
Begging to a stranger here.
* And by the way, bitching about people who are bitch-blogging about you only evokes sympathy from your friends. Apparently bitch-blogging was sad. Hey, guess what? Announcing it in public is even sadder.
Getting your friends to gang up on the person who bitch-blogged is even sadder.
Just because you're seniors doesn't mean you rule the school. Seniors, pshaw. Senior citizens, more like. All you know is how to complain and other people would get the job done for you. Oh, and in case it slipped your pretty little heads, you scared the life out of that girl. And then when she made her blog private, deleted the incriminating post, and removed you from her facebook, you laugh about it. We live in a free world, in case you haven't noticed. Or maybe you were just too busy getting manicures.
Heartless bitches, all of you.
Want to take me down? I'd like to see you try. Well, more news for you. See if you can digest all of this at once. One year younger doesn't make any difference at all.
Neither does make-up, pretty pictures or skinny bodies.
So don't think you can get away with it.
I mean, if bitch blogging was so S-A-D, what your friends said was probably the saddest thing in sad history.
Evidence is a lovely thing.
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In a less polite way,
bitch, it was ONE post. And if you didn't give a crap about it like even-minded people would, your friends wouldn't have referred to themselves as 'assassins', or said "tomorrow's gonna be hell for you. pray to all your "angels" for luck tonight. XOXO."
Leave her alone and let her be, you bastards. So what're you going to do if she does something stupid like killing herself? Didn't even think of the effect. If you even had a brain to think in the first place.
I'm sure we all know about that show called (or formerly called) jon and kate plus 8.
If you haven't, get with the times man.
Anyway, just another reason to the growing list to never make a reality show about families. Especially when the parents are young, the children are young, and the dog is young.
So what if they had eight kids? Let them live their life and deal with it. Just because there is virtually nothing left as reality-tv-material doesn't mean you had to choose a family with 8 children. I mean, just focus on the one with 17 (and counting!) and that should get the viewers attentions. What's 8 to 17 kids? Not even half!
So now what happens? Well, Jon Gosselin gets his new girlfriend, Kate Gosselin gets the kids, they both get a divorce, and life goes on as usual. I wonder if people will watch the new and improved show named Kate plus 8: Single Mom Handles 8 Kids Without Her Husband Who's Out Looking For New Hot Chicks but Apparently Still Loves His Kids.
If you loved them, you'd stay with your wife and you'd saty with your husband and you make the marriage work, you brainless bastards (Sorry)(No, not to you Jon and Kate Gosselin.) alsdkasfbkas. There's no other way to describe them.
Cut the crap about wanting to still be there for your children because let's face it, you're not there with them anymore.
So there we are, happily watching Ice Age 3, sitting on the couch(es), drinking ginger beer (yum), when the CD starts to stall, right where the movie's ending. Of course we started making jokes about my dad taking it back to Malaysia to replace it because of course it's pirated and of course it's from Malaysia.
Exact thoughts: Damn, I hate it when pirated CD's do that, now I can't watch the ending properly.
So when it ended (and when I say ended, what I really mean is the movie decided to stall permanently on us.), we decided to watch Seven Pounds. And to all unanswered questions, it has nothing to do with heavy people or people losing 7 pounds (this is for the ignorant people out there). I put in the CD, let it load, and then the player starting buzzing and making this spastic noise.
freaking scary.
Hurriedly took out the CD and switched off the player. Obviously it wasn't the pirated CD that was stalling, it was the spastic DVD player. *Rawr.
Damn these China-made technology. Now, if only Decepticons were Made in China, they'd be easy to defeat, eh? Just have to find some faulty place and the whole thing falls apart. Or if they fight too long, they might just go spastic like my lovely DVD player here. Wouldn't the Autobots have an easy time fighting them then? *Transformers mode.
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Learning dance steps for Super Junior - It's You: Day 2. Status: Getting there. Verdict: I can do the first verse and chorus! :D
Just a quickie simply because I felt like blogging. I've just noticed that the background behind the 'quotes' part of a post has gone conveniently missing. Looks like I have to replace it with a colour. *Sigh.
Today was the best weather ever to play badminton in the backyard (again!) only my sis isn't home yet... damn them VCE (Victorian Certificate of Education) students and their damned SACs (School Assessed Coursework) that makes them finish at 5pm.. as if finishing at 3.30 every day except Wednesdays isn't bad enough.
I played with - I mean, hit the shuttlecock back to - my mum and it was hilarious because we'd do a few rallies, and then she'd bend down and inspect the grass for weeds. Then when she found one she's pull it out while I inspect myself in the sun room glass.
A couple of months ago I was going through my friend's iPod, looking for her My Chemical Romance songs because she loves them, like me.
Only they were nowhere to be found. D:
So I asked her were they were, and she said she deleted them. And then her friend (who should be mine too, only I don't like her much. I mean, she has a 22 year old boyfriend, it's kinda sick to me.) sitting next to her said 'Oh, she doesn't like MCR anymore, do you?'
And she replied. "Nope."
I got so mad then, not because she'd deleted the songs (I have the very same ones) and wiped the band out of her life completely, but because her supposed 'best friend' (let's call her M) got her to delete the songs because M didn't like them.
It's her fckin life, not yours! You don't dictate what songs she listens to just because you don't like them. She lived just fine before she met you, she wasn't like lost or anything.
And there's nothing wrong with MCR you stupid cow, they're an awesome band who've been misunderstood. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean the whole world has to as well.
Time for a rant, because I feel like I really need one!
Soo for starters, I got ditched by Shuriken. Again. I'm so pissed off because I can't call out his name or bang on the window to get his attention when he walks past because for some unknown reason, I'm a coward. This is where the internet turns us into fakes, even when we think it doesn't. It makes us brave on MSN, gives the impression that we're funny and loud and we laugh a lot when we really don't. Some of us do, but not all of us possess that spirit in real life.
This is where I fail.
I'm not asking for so much, simply for some time where it's just me and you. It could even be awkward, but sometimes silence is much more powerful than words. If anything, I'm asking for nothing. Just for that 15 minutes train ride. Is that too much?
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I've never hated anyone so much in my life. Nothing you do could ever make me un-hate you, because there's not a shred of light inside me that remotely likes you or feel anything apart from loathing towards you. Call me evil, but if I ever hear you say "Millie" one more time, nothing will stop me from running across the classroom and attacking you.
It seems that saying "Who the hell is Millie" doesn't have any effect on you.
Maybe you should get some fckin hearing aids you deaf human being.
Reasons why you shouldn't be teaching anymore. > No-one listens to you. > You don't know a shred of information about the topic. > Sorry, but photocopied worksheets that you don't know how to do aren't going to teach us anything. > You're fckin retired. > You have dinosaur breath.
I'm not done with insults, but who's going to read a blog filled with nothing but complaints? I'm not a whinger, I don't even complain much, but I seriously can't take this anymore. You're the only teacher I ever talk back to, and damn does it feel good. You have no idea.
I hope you're getting paid good for this term, because then you could go to a dentist and buy some good strong mouth wash. And mints. And make sure you use them everyday, because this is why we don't want to come near you.
I didn't go to school today, I've got the flu. And to all those noobs out there, NO, it is NOT H1N1... so don't even let that idea pop into your little cerebellums.
So I'm feeling a bit crappy because I'm sick obviously, but I'm also feeling insanely relieved, because I don't have to go to school and be subject to Tarzan and all her ways that piss the hell out of me.
I mean, at least the animated Tarzan didn't swear, flash others or act like a slut. The Tarzan I know is just disgusting. I mean, seriously, if you just love flashing your undies around and dressing like a slut and thinking you have all that when you most definitely don't, why don't you just walk around naked? Why do you even bother with clothes, Tarzan, when you only wear the bare minimum of it? At least I know what you have in common with the cartoonTarzan, he probably had a head full of dandruff like you and I bet he didn't wash his hair exactly like you. I also bet that he doesn't wash his hands at all, but I bet he doesn't spit all over the place like you.
Oh, and don't ever touch me because I don't want to feel your disgusting hands on me, ever. And I bet the animated Tarzan doesn't go around grabbing food off other people, thinking he knows everything when he doesn't and screaming when a fly flies around his head. Unlike someone. And I have a name, in case you haven't noticed, so the next time you ask me a question by poking me or saying 'Oi', I won't respond. That's your friggin problem.
Sorry, this post just turned into a rant. I didn't mean it to be, but I needed to let it out. D: Tarzan's seriously pissing me off.
I'm sitting in the bedroom, looking out the window, doing parabolas. A couple of hours ago a white butterfly suddenly flew into the backyard and fell straight into a pile of weeds that we'd pulled up. I had a feeling I'd just witnessed my 2nd death of an animal (my first was watching a pigeon get run over. Not a pretty sight.)
It stayed in that pile of weeds for a long time. Maybe around 10 minutes.
I wished it'd get back up, fly away. Why do butterflies only live for around 2 weeks? Something as pretty as them should live longer. But then again, if they did, the risk of them getting caught and pinned to a board might be higher.
So I stared at that pile of weeds, willing that butterfly to get back up.
I watched the wind blow the white wings around, just visible above the green.
That was when the pretty white butterfly flew up and landed on the rosemary bush just to the left of it.
I cheered. Out loud. Thank God my mum wasn't in the house :P
And then I watched that butterfly fly away over the roof of the neighbour's house.
So, a happy ending.
Doesn't it make you wish that wishing hard enough could bring someone back from the dead?
This is MY substitute for that nasty little four letter word that is becoming such a common thing in our world. I mean, name one person you can think of who hasn't said it in their life, however short or long it is.
See? Can't find anyone. And as I far as I can remember, even kids in primary school are saying it too, so who can deprive me of saying it when I feel like it?
And sure as hell do I feel like it right now.
I AM READY TO KILL MY FREAKIN SCIENCE TEACHER!!
She has NO idea how to teach, doesn't give us any work to do, and then gives a test tomorrow! When we have learnt virtually nothing! D:<
I am sooo pissed off right now. I don't make it very clear to the teacher though, but hell Suelyn does. Or more like Suelyn makes it clear to me that she hates the teacher because she starts punching me on the arm. It's kinda funny, and I let her coz I'd probably punch her too but she might get a bruise. :P
Fook me. I just finished my science homework and now I have to start studying for that freakin test tomorrow only I have NO idea what to study! Because we learnt nothing! So there's nothing to study!
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WARNING: Contains mild swearing; bouts of fangirly-ness; random outbursts in Korean/Japanese/Chinese/Malay. You have been warned.
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IN ABSTRACT
"It won't work. It just won't work."
"Can't you try to be a bit more positive?"
"Fine, I'm positive it won't work."
- Charlotte's Web
Kpop nutshell
ss501; super junior; big bang; dbsk; epik high; u-kiss; ze:a; shinee; 2pm; cnblue; ft island; 2ne1; mblaq; b2st; after school; brown eyed girls; g.na; 2am; infinite; code v; miss A.