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Dear All.

I facking want this game.

This is where I so do not regret buying my DSi.

I’m prepared to die of a heart attack playing this sh*t…

WoooOOooOOOooo~
ThEditor

I know it’s not much

but I still bother because

I'm in love with every precious moment since that day because of you.

<3,
ThEditor.

Don’t worry now – Britt Nicole

Yeah
Seven years old, you heard me cry
I don’t wanna say goodbye
To the only man that I love
My daddy and everything he was
I don’t think I can live without you
Dad, I know your breaking in two
With tears running down his face, he says we’re gonna make it
We’re gonna make it

[CHORUS]
When you feel like you are all alone
Just like your best friend up and gone
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
I’ve been there yeah, I know how it feels
To wonder if love is even real
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
It’s gonna be ok

I’ve been trying to find a way to understand
When I can’t see the picture of God’s plan
Why would He let us hurt so bad?
Could anything good come of these feelings that I have?
He loved me more than the sand on beaches
He loved me more than the grass is green
And even though he had to go I always knew his love was part of me

When you feel like you are all alone
Just like your best friend up and gone
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
I’ve been there yeah, I know how it feels
To wonder if love is even real
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now

It’s taken so long to let this go
It’s taken so long to feel that
Your right here next to me
And I can finally breathe
It’s taken so long but now I know
I had to find out on my own
When nothing could convince me
Your love it convinced me
That it’s gonna be ok

When you feel like you are all alone
Just like your best friend up and gone
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
I’ve been there yeah, I know how it feels
To wonder if love is even real
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry now
It’s gonna be
It’s gonna be ok…

ThEditor.

Dear All,

Obama is a genius for pulling the Britons into the fray. Planned or not, he’s now somehow managed to unite Gordon Brown and David Cameron, at least on their stand on the NHS, and now he’s got about 60million Brits fighting the US health care reform battle for him.

On the other hand, we have a crook running in by-elections. -.-

I wish I’d never have to grow up.

Oh yeah.. and i may be on holiday the day my boy goes back to france!!!

….

Give me back my world..
ThEditor

Dear All,

This is for those of you who have nothing special on this Sunday =P

Enjoy~!

…Guy Catches Laptop With Butt.

…Your Mother…

…Minesweeper: The Movie

…Why Girls Don’t Fart (18PG)

…The Queen’s an AntiChrist, Sir

ft. Rowan Atkinson and James Dreyfus – from The Thin Blue Line

…The Long Lost Nintendo Sex Ed Tape

If this was legit, (and i think it is) it’s SO FUNNY. IMAGE ENHANCEMENT LMAO!!!!

…Mario and The Princess: Sxx Tape (18SX)

WARNING!! REALLY 18SX!!! DO NOT WATCH WITH MINORS IN THE ROOM!!!!!

And watch to the very end XD

…

Hope I brought smiles to your faces on this lovely lovely day~~

GiddyWithGlee
ThEditor
my heart flutters like a little bird when you call me baby <3

… that I like hearing you say, “but baby, I’m gonna try my best anyway”. It makes my heart soar.

Dear all,

This is just a ranting post that I’m sure even I will laugh about years down the road. I just thought that since something like this can bring me down so bad, someone somewhere out there ought to get a reaalll laugh out of this… since when my boyfriend told his mom, she seemed to enjoy hearing our story -.-

I simply call it,

The Many Ways Fate Likes To Laugh At Our Relationship.

1) the first time I decided to go down and visit my boy in his house in Angouleme after our exams. I made arrangements to stay for ten days. He usually has only two exams a week so we’d planned to go to the beach that one weekend I was going to be down. Fate decides that the week after I arrive, the two exams from the previous week should be pushed back and two from the week after brought forward. Result? No weekend holiday, since he has to study for those 6 exams. I essentially went to play housewife for a week. Not that I didn’t enjoy his company, but still….. Joy.

2) The first time I went to melaka to visit him after he got back.. he caught a slight flu so kena quarantined, cannot go out. I was there for a week. He was quarantined for a week. Quarantine was lifted 2 days after I left. suey mou? Not yet? It gets better…

3) My boy comes up to KL for three days (wed, Thurs, Fri). We’d planned to go clubbing Friday night, but he’s not sure. On Thursday I ask him will I at least get  to see him Friday, so we can have some time together or I can say goodbye, he says ok. The next morning he overslept, kena lock in the house. OKayyyyyy nevermind lor. Then at 6 i sms him “where are you, let me know ur plans?” he smses back “I’m on the way home T.T”.. he got pulled back to Melaka to have dinner with his dad’s friend. walauuuuuuu okay nevermind nevermind.. since he can’t come up i go down lor…

4) My friend supposed to take me down to melaka. Her car rosak earllyyyy in the morning. I decide to drive myself. DAMN la next time i get a bad omen I’m not gonna do anything for the rest of the day…. I got caught for speeding. this is THREE WEEKS BEFORE MY P IS DUE TO BE RENEWED TO A FULL LICENSE. I go to Melaka to my boy’s house. In the end… managed to get my wish.. spent 5 hours just me and him… running to and from police stations………… =.= Not exactly what I’d call a date… but it was an adventure I suppose. Next time I’ll be more careful with what I wish for lor.

5) That night itself got into an accident. Car now in workshop as a result. That and I was grounded for a week and forbidden to ever drive down to Melaka again. By this time dad is wondering whether he sent me to UK to study or to find boyfriends.

6) The week I was grounded I had no internet because water got into our wires. Internet came back the morning I stopped being grounded, by which time i HAD to get out of the house because my butt was rooting itself to the sofa in front of my PS3.

7) The next week my boy tells me he’ll try to come up thursday or friday. Friday morning he loses his voice. His mom forbids him to go because of H1N1 scare. (by the way he doesn’t wanna travel on weekends either cos that’s when his dad’s home in melaka instead of working in KL). I’m so tulan on Friday I lose it. I now need a new pillow.

The next week (being THIS week, knowing I’m at work for two weeks) he calls me on wednesday and says, he’s 100% coming up this weekend cos got family gathering. I ask him when he’s coming he says friday night come, sunday night go back…. I say, darling… I’m going to SINGAPORE THIS WEEKEND, REMEMBER????? He starts to open his mouth, but i don’t want him to hear me cry, and I don’t want my boss to hear me scream, so i tell him I’m off for lunch, and I hang up.

9) later I’m feeling better and I talk to my mom about it. She suggests we cancel the singapore trip. I’m okay with it… happy in fact. Dad’s a little less than pleased but he mumbles consent, which is enough. In the meantime, my boy is trying to buy a bus ticket to go up Thursday so we can at least have SOME time together.

On Thursday morning, he ODs on cough drops and catches a really high fever.

I decide I’m spending my weekend at home, with some vain hope that he’ll get well enough fast enough and still come up morning. Aforementioned boy makes several trips to hospital.

10) On Friday afternoon he calls to tell me his mom told his dad about his fever. Dad cancels family gathering and decides that whoever wants to see the hero can bloody well make their way down to Melaka.

My heart breaks just writing this shit.

I hope someone’s laughing. I need a little more time… and I’m hoping I have enough.

This morning I woke up discovering that something in me was dangerously different.

TheTULANEDPUNYEditor.

How many people actually realize I have a proper blog? I’m just saying, because I’m aware my notes from this blog get exported to facebook, and I wonder how many people actually bother to check out my real blog. =/ I feel like this blog is a waste if I might as well be posting notes on facebook. So here’s a short poll for today!

Feedback appreciated. :3

Dear All,

So before I go on like I always do about why there isn’t a post everyday, here are some silly snippets I just want to write down so I never forget. If you find a laugh out of it, all the better.

Conversation between me and dad at dinner:
Dad: So he was sitting at his table with his lawyer and rims and rims and rims of papers to sign, and I ask him what’s it for he says it’s for RMxxx, xxx.
Me: Well that makes sense, it’s a lot of money.
Family: *silence*
Me: *stunned* what?? it’s a lot of money, so there’s a lot of paperwork!!
Dad: *glance at mom, who shakes her head. Dad smirks.*
Me: *light bulb turns on* ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Conversation between me and mom in the car on the way home from work:
Mom: you know, I got an email from xxxxx saying that if you eat 6 green apples and 1 orange, u can cure H1N1.
Me: just reply, ‘Yes I know, if you add a banana you can cure cancer’.
Mom: …. er… .I wouldn’t if i were you… *shows me email*
Me: …………………………………. (xxx is my brother’s best friend’s mother)……… *zhaaa touuu*

Conversation between me and a senior/colleague, Por Hai, while waiting for the rain to stop after work in front of our office. The HR lady for the company we’re working for walks out.
HR: Hallo!
PH & Me:   er.. hello……
HR: Do you mind if I borrow your umbrella? *points at PH’s umbrella, since i don’t have one, her attention is completely on PH*
PH: Er, yeah sure, go ahead take it.
HR: Oh, really? You’re not usi…
PH: No, no, it’s ok…
HR:  Ah, ok ah? I bring back for u later…
PH: No, no, it’s fine, you can return it to me tomorrow
HR: Ah? Sure ah? okay… thank you ah…. *walks away*
Me:  *silence, stunned. staring at PH* You know who that is?
PH: yeah, Ms xxxx ma.
Me:  I hate that woman.
PH: Yeah, me too.
Me: *even more stunned* Then WHAT WERE YOU DOING?
PH: *silence, thinking for a while*……… oh yeah. @#$%.

……

so yeahhhh XD

As the last conversation piece would’ve hinted, I have a job now. i actually started on Monday, and I would’ve blogged it straightaway except it just got funnier and funner  as the week went by. It starts like this;

I show up prim and proper at 8:15 at the office. HR lady walks in at 8:40ish, gives me an Application for Attachment form to fill in and sign. I do so and then give it to her together with my IC. She returns it to me a few minutes later and then motions for me to come into her office. I think, okay, good, she’s gonna say hi, show me around and stuff, so I go in. We say hello, exchange pleasantries for about 30 seconds and then she asks me

“So can you tell me, why you want to do attachment here?”

Now of course I’d expected this kind of question, it’s quite normal for students looking for a job. So I tell her. Then she goes on (as i think she would have regardless of my answer)

“Yes, but you know… I don’t really understand why you want to do attachment here…blablabla”

*stun*

“… I mean, you’ll only be here for two weeks, and our partners are too busy to look after you most of the time… blablabla”

*double-stun*

“… and then we get so many applicants and we have to reject so many of you, you know?… and you’re all like A-Levels, First year university… it’s not like you can be of very much help to us… blablabla”

*900V shock*

At this point I try to regain some composure, and I ask,

“Well when we go for career fairs in London, they encourage us to try to get attachments or summer jobs with them…”

She interrupts and says,

” Well yes, but even if we write a testimonial for you what can we say? Just that you were working here with us for two weeks, and that’s it, you know?”

*about to faint*

She continues,

“And even if you have a good testimonial from us, if your results are no good it’s not going to help you at all.”

Satisfied with her own explanation, she folds her arms.. Suddenly she smiles very gently and dare I say it, pitifully and turns to me,

“… But I’m not just talking about you la… I mean everyone here, you know?”

*nods weakly*. This woman has, at this point, made a complete mess of whatever energy and motivation I had when I got up this morning for my first day of work. Then she delivers the final blow.

“… but really lor, I don’t know why you want to waste your time here when we won’t give you much to do as an attachment student.. you have to do your 9-months chambering (practical work for lawyers la) at the end of your three year degree anyway.. that’s when you’re supposed to be getting your experience in work, you know? Everything before that is just to prepare you……..”

by this point, i’m dying inside and foaming at the mouth. This woman had just let me sign myself off to a company for 2 weeks that was gonna use me as a coffee girl (which i later realized wasn’t even true because the coffee lady had more work to do than me it seemed) and she was doing me the favour of telling me all this NOT during our phone calls, NOT during our email correspondences, but AFTER I’d promised to give them 10 hours of my day every day for the next 2 weeks.

By the time we’d reached my supervisor Gary’s office (Gary is 10 years my senior, a graduate from King’s and the reason I applied to this firm) I was half dead and thinking about how stupid I was to turn down the other 3 offers for summer jobs that I got from smaller but still well-established legal firms. I could barely hear her tell Gary I was under him for two weeks, like I could barely make out the fact that Gary was just on his way to see a client and wouldn’t be back til after lunch.

She then took me to where the other trainees and chambering students were… a little corner in the office.. and said, “This is the Chambering Pen.”

In my mind –>

/\    /\       ~ Oiink*
(^(o o)^)
ii      ii

I was considering telling her at that very moment “Nevermind, I quit, I’m leaving” when I suddenly noticed that ONE OF MY FRIENDS FROM CHURCH IN LONDON WAS WORKING THERE!!!!    (T w T) THANK GODDDDDDD>

and then my friend intro-ed me to the other 4 student-attachees there, one of whom recognized me as his junior in Sri KL. Then another student-attachee came  in and we realized we had common friends, so we got on pretty well =)

That pretty much helped me get through the day though. But after hearing that my fellow attachees spent their entire last week doing STAMPING work, and after being told off by the coffee lady for trying to make my own coffee, and AFTER hearing from a certain senior that this company was one of the WORST places to do attachment, I decided at lunchtime to call my mom and tell her I wanted to quit and I wanted to go home and I didn’t want to waste my time here a moment longer. She calmed me down, asked me to speak to Gary before I made any rash decisions… so i said fine.

At about 3 I finally saw Gary alone and somewhat unoccupied in his office. I knocked on his door and said, “Gary, can I speak with you?”

And after exchanging about two minutes of pleasantries I tell him about how Ms xxxx from HR has been telling me that I won’t get any work and that I’m wasting my time. He listens with all the patience in the world and then laughs and says, “You mean Ms xxxx right? Don’t worry about it, she’s very old-fashioned. Just ignore her. And don’t worry, I’m quite the slave-driver around here. I’ll give you lots to do, don’t worry.”

Reluctantly, I say okay, and decide to give it one more day.

The next day I don’t regret it, because I left the office at 6 with a stack of papers to read and extract, 3 law journal titles to find and having to retype some notes I took at a Bar Council meeting that day (by the way I got the chance to see Darryl Goon, Dato’ Cecil Abraham and Tommy Thomas all in the same room talking during the forum. Wow.   O_O)

So yeahhhhh the week went on like normal lor.. and everything was hunky dory. =) One more week of work to go!!!!!!… I think I was really lucky to get a boss like Gary though.

… I’m supposed to be in Singapore now but some shit came up lor. But that’s a story for another post I think….  Really tired now. This took damn long to write. And when I’m emo, it gets even shittier…

I GOTS A JOB!
ThEditor.
baby why does fate hate us so? </3

Dear All,

I pulled this of my cousin’s webbie. It just made me smile, so I thought I ought to share. ^^

What God Has To Say

Alright, so you don’t believe in me. (But what if you’re wrong?)
God.

Don’t forget your umbrella. I might water the plants today.
God.

Its not the end of the world. Not until I say so, anyway.
God.

If you missed the sunrise I made for you today, never mind. I’ll make you another one tomorrow.
God.

How can you possibly be a self-made man? I specifically recall creating you.
God.

Nietzche is dead.
God.

I was thinking of making the world black and white. Then I thought Naaah.
God.

How can you call yourself a free thinker when you can’t even accept the possibility of my existence?
God.

If you think Mona Lisa is stunning, you should look at my masterpiece. Look in the Mirror.
God.

Please don’t drink and drive. You’re not quite ready to meet me.
God.

When you’re weary, feeling small. When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. Simon and Garfunkel. Ditto.
God.

I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world. OK, I’m biased.
God.

What do I have to do to get your attention? Take out an ad in the newspaper?
God.

Earthlings, don’t treat me like an alien.
God.

Let’s meet at my house Sunday before the game.
God

C’mon over and bring the kids.
God

What part of “Thou Shalt Not…” didn’t you understand?
God

We need to talk.
God

Keep using my name in vain, I’ll make rush hour longer.
God

Loved the wedding, invite me to the marriage.
God

That “Love Thy Neighbor” thing… I meant it.
God

I love you and you and you and you and…
God

Will the road you’re on get you to my place?
God

Follow me.
God

My way is the highway.
God

Need directions?
God

You think it’s hot here?
God

Have you read my #1 best seller? There will be a test.
God

Do you have any idea where you’re going?
God

Don’t make me come down there.
God

Praise and GodBless,
ThEditor

Dear All,

Yesterday, I found one of my old diaries.

I cut it up into pieces and threw it in the fire. =D

I’m thinking of changing the theme on my blog to celebrate. It’s getting a bit too old, dontcha think?

xxxxx,
ThEditor.

can i open my eyes now?
Dear All,

Disclaimer: another post full of emo shit, okay?

Then again, I’m aware some people like to read this kinda thing. =.=

No one should have to feel this lonely.

It’s not like I’m being ungrateful for my lot in life… I just wonder why when things happen to me, they happen in truckloads. If something bad starts off my day I can expect it to continue throughout. I wonder if that happens to everyone? Cos I’m sick of letting fate or luck or Whoever is pulling the strings chuck obstacles at me nonstop. Is it meant to make me stronger? i know I will be but it hurts too, you know.

For those of you who don’t know my miserable little sob story, I got into a little love affair with the Melaccan police authorities. Spent an entire day chasing police station after police station, with my boyfriend in tow. As a result, I’m no longer allowed down there the rest of my holiday by myself, and my car is in the shop for servicing. You can go ahead and laugh and say it serves me right, but that’s not the end of it. I come home to find I’ve no internet and I’m grounded for a week. I sleep the days away waiting for the weekend to come and for the internet to return. It comes back Thursday, along with a letter from MPH saying they’re publishing another of my short stories. Happy happy joy joy. Along with that letter is one requesting a copy of my contract for he first story they’d published cos they can’t find it. blah.

The next morning starts off with events i wouldn’t say i didn’t expect, and I’m going to leave it at that. The rest of the day finds me emoing because the people I made plans to go out with after my grounding-period can no longer make it or have to  postpone/reschedule. Which is difficult, considering i start work for two weeks on monday and I’ll be working in KL from 8 to 5, which is going to make meeting anyone with any sense of how impossible traffic is in KL close to impossible.

I turn on the internet to try and find something to be cheerful about and I read about the roasted apples we have as heads of government, which only serves to piss me off further. I search my list for people i can talk to about what i’m feeling, anyone… but those i feel i can talk to have their statuses offline or busy or away. I turn it all off and go to sleep only to friggin DREAM about people deciding that my company isn’t worth their time or effort.

Have i mentioned my biggest fear in the world is feeling alone?

I wake up and lie on the chair, staring at the com in front of me for hours, not doing anything. By this time I’m waiting for a sign, a call, an sms, anything to prove my subconscious wrong, anything to say “Karyn you’re not alone, Karyn someone does care for you, Karyn if you need reassurance we’re here.” But i stare at a static screen for ages, letting my thoughts run free without anything to hinder or divert them. I think about all the times I felt like I wasn’t worth anything. I tried thinking about times i’d been worse off, and i end up finding that I believe that all the mistakes i made have repercussions even now. I find myself running toward a past I’ve been trying to ignore.. I find myself making ridiculous resolutions about how I’m going to do better things with my life from this point on, only to be discouraged by the thought that I’ve tried before and failed. I try to pray but I can’t concentrate because I don’t know what it is I’m asking for.

I’m about to give up, when, before retiring for the night, I give someone a poke.

Things get started, and it takes all of two hours, but in the end I heard the words I needed to hear.

And I realize I’d been crying because I wanted to know i was wanted.

And slowly things start looking up… night time seems to be when people my age come back to life because one by one we share thoughts and emo stories and rants.. and i feel better, knowing throughout that one person finally proved me wrong. I didn’t need someone just to talk to.. I needed someone who wanted to talk to me, who wanted my company… I wanted to hear those words without having to say that I want to hear them. It feels too long since the last time I heard them..

And I’m going to hold those words to sleep tonight because they make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

No, there’s no real moral value or purpose to this story. It’s just something I’m doing because I can get away with it, so there.

I’m terrified of being alone… and i think it’s because my biggest enemy is myself. I can’t stand it. Isn’t that pathetic? I can be optimistic about anything in the world that doesn’t involve me.

And when it hits that stage all you can do is go to bed and hope tomorrow will be better.. which is fine, as long as you never tire of hearing yourself say it.

ThEditor.

*do you know the meaning
of chasing butterflies?

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Professor Layton and Pandora's Box

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NFS SHIFT

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Cross Edge - PS3

AW $G%HN^# BQVC%F D@VIN #JVOIM)(@$UCF)D#)(C%@ $FVI#B JOIWEM( JP(EVIWP!!!!!!!!!!

Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days

*faints*

General translation: Total damage to wallet AFTER membership discounts = 120 pounds.

ThEditor,
who sereiously plans to starve herself for 2 months to afford this sh*t.

Dear all,

This was a bit late in coming up, but I’ve finally LOST it with the photobucket+malaysian streamyx combination, and at the same time I’ve discovered a new use for the 200 photo limit on Facebook per album.. MWAHAHA.

Having said all that, here goes =)

We went for dinner at this place called the Memphis Bistro, which my family said was really really good.. apparantly they went while I was in Langkawi or Melaka or sometihng =.= anywayyyy…

Pretty classy look, no? ^^

And we were lucky we booked it too…

And once we’d entered, you could feel the memphis mood kicking in…

And of course, the pièce de résistance…

Il est le roi! :3

Long live the King!!! XD

Of course, I didn’t forget that we were in a restaurant… so here’s the most important bit… the FOOD!

Lobster you would DIE for. cooked with Cheese and something...

The other half of the lobster you would die for. cooked in buttersauce and somethin else.. paiseh la really dn remember.

And of course, this kind of a meal would be incomplete without dessert…. <3*

This is called Lava Cake... because, well....

Tadaa...!!! <3

and banana pudding cake to go~! =D

All in all, this was a night well spent… according to my stomach at least, anyway XD Although i suppose this means spending an extra hour in the pool for the next couple of mornings… Oh well… there’s a price for everything I guess.. and this is one I wouldn’t mind paying again XD the one other thing as far as food is concerned being Williams, of course.. but that’s in a class all its own.. heehee…

Stressed spelt backwards = Desserts!
ThEditor.

yummy~*

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