Now, don’t you ever think that the Chinese are creative? I’ve learnt that they can make anything under the sun seem edible. Just a coupla days ago, i learnt that they can make any activity seem “more fun” too. So, there i was, sleepily reading my daily dose of health news and my jaw dropped when i came across…
yea! that! un-buh-lieeeevable! And that’s one of every other creative stuffs that are manufactured in CHINA! walaau! Contains silver leh! Don’t play-play!
Apparently this spray-on condom is for women and that 8cm tall bottle can be sprayed 9 times. Walau. It’s known that the Chinese are giam-siap (stingy) and i can’t help but to wonder what if that person who’s using this does not spray enough in her? I mean, hey… that can contains SILVER, for goodness sake! How much you think that thing gonna cost man?! This is just too weird lah! I think the woman actually get more stimulated while using that spray even before she hits on the real thang!
That was the week of 12th to the 19th of November 2005.
From Glasgow to Manchester, to Liverpool and to London. The whole week of journey were made so memorable that I have to say:
“If my parents are the heartbeat to my life, my friends are the veins that run through my soul. I love my friends.”
First night after a visit to a night-geriatric-club, i bugged Fei from Hypertension along with the other 2 Hypten Alex and Cmingo to hum a few tunes and that actually led to the whole bus singing along the Calsberg ad-tune. This was one ordinary bus travelling turned musical. How cool was that?! ho ho!
On the second day visit to Old Trafford’s Manchester United stadium was AWESOOOOME! Just imagine seven young ladies and five young men having that similar fun as the few kindie kids and running through the path of the champions and yelling for the heck of the fun.
The visit to Liverpool and meeting up with Jack, Hsu Pheen, Jon and Alex was no ordinary too. Did some massive shopping and able to taste the home-cooked food by Jon, Aiky’s cousin and Jack and all that was totally fab. Shykes! The Liverpool student residence is nicer than ours! Walau! Damn jealous k! bugger… Oh, and not to forget.. even the travelling moments were made so exciting. Gosh!
Down to Tuesday and we hopped onto the bus down to London and chilled with the Londoners. Oh boy…! The hottie was hotter than ever, totally comfortably fashionable. Eddie’s still his usual self and Li Shien’s also beginning to britonize herself. Looks like the Londoners found their place there. Woot! And did I mention we had a blast of fun in Madame Thussaud’s?! Lolly goody! A whole great fun in there man!
Walaaau-weh! I LOVE my friends! i love MY friends! i love my FRIENDS!
I’ll let the the pictures in the link tell the stories. Quite malas now. Have to go back to studying.
Yeap. It’s the calling again… to buck up, moi les LAZY BIATCH!
I am so in need of motivation. Inspiration, perhaps? Better, if there is a pill that i can swallow and it may somehow stimulate my cerebral cortex to function and improve the limbic system, thus allowing more memory storage!
Wow… now i have found the inspiration to continue studying. Soon after this i’ll find the motivation to further studies, excel and graduate like a star. After that, i may formulate that kinda pill to kick start all lazy students that seem exactly like me at present state. A few years later I’ll win a Nobel Prize! Wolly wonka-looloo! wee…
On the more impossible, but rather more of an ideal way, i could do by sleeping with my literature materials as my pillow and allow the diffusion or extraction of information to my brains directly. Those information can be utilised soon after i wake up.
I must be developing ADD. i need help!
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Sometimes they claim i am bitchy but i do not gossip or backstab other people at all. I am just one domineering bitch at times, i know… at least there are the right-minded people who put in a specific way of calling me a perfectioniastabitzcha. Nobody has ever called me a pain in the ass yet, thank goodness.
When i smoke pot, they labelled me “keep away”. and i haven’t even get addicted yet or do not intend to be anyway, anyhow or anywhen. So, how does one plan to label the good-for-or-at-nothing-and-waste-momma’s-dadda’s-cash-on-drugs kids?
The tattoos keep eyes either away or sharply on me. Why? They look away and think that i am a mischievious mugger. Sharply in case i kidnap any of the kids and turn them to another being like me. Anyway, it’s actually good to have kids to grow up like me. At least they’ll turn independent and have that nobody-messes-with-me kinda aura hanging around them.
Having alcohol is not sinful. It is never sinful, even if u overbinge on it. I never recall any point of time that my kakiz and myself abuse (verbally or physically) another innocent soul due to over-drinking nights… If you or your child have just got that low level of treshold to alcohol acceptance, just admit it and nobody will force you down or whatsoever.
Being a free thinker and not religious may have made me a better soul than alot out there. At least i do not “need” to persuade and convert other people with different beliefs in order to “turn the world into a better place” by believing only in one god. I respect everyone with their own faith and beliefs individually. I respect you, so don’t try to say i am criticizing your religious-being when i do not want to practice whatever heck u are currently doing. If i question, you don’t answer, that’s your own mistake, not your religion’s. For God’s sake, let there be world peace.
Things happen for a reason. Therefore, the word “bizarre” existed for the same reason as its meaning. Surely the creator of the word must have encountered a bizarre situation and accidentally uttered “hey! this is bizarre!” and another man said, “What?! What did u just say? That sounds sooooo cool for this incident to occur. It’s a bizarre situation! Wow!” So the world out there is a sphere toned with certain bizarreness here and there so that individuals like me can live to tell this generation, their children and the children of theirs, “Hey! Bizarre is the way this world is. Don’t be bothered with what ill-talks people speak of u.”
I’m sure “misunderstood” appears in the dictionary for some reasons too.
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