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How yA doiN'?
As you can tell, this blog is where I put in some of my most unoriginal monologues for times when I refuse to listen to myself anymore. Hence, there will often be moments of self-obsession so read with that in mind and try not to bash your head against your keyboard. Leave a comment/tag or two if you will and remember: individuals mentioned here are in no way in reference to any living persons, dead or alive(look! I made a funny already!), unless mentioned so.
Again, I would like to stress that this blog DOES NOT act as a diary, or a journal of some sort... it's made to be somewhat of a feel-good blog. What, do u really think that my life's THAT goofy and meaningless?
Well, maybe it is but I'd like to keep that to myself, thank you.
Obligatory "About Me" Column:-
Contrary to popular opinion, I DO NOT have an Elvis fetish. Although i DO admit to being a manic fan, at best. But don't you agree his voice is just oh-so-sexay? And those sideburns!
I thought I found the love of my life in the form of a yellow Getz ( and have even taken to referring to it as the lemon of my eye, albeit in an affectionate manner) but my bro decided that it wasn't too gay for him after all when I left for Australia. It's not so yellow now nor does it look very much like a getz so I guess I'll go find a beemer to fall in love with next I also enjoy spending time alone in my pjs with Johnnie Walker. Probably the only male name to ever be associated with me for a long time to come, at least until said bro quits telling everyone that I'm lesbian.
I'm not lesbian. I think.
Quiet by nature, and only chatty with myself or when I'm not in a good mood. Go figure.
I only wear clothes comfortable enough to feel like I'm wearing nothing, but they also have to be uncomfortable enough to assure me that I AM wearing something, lest I venture out one day forgetting to put on a pair of pants. Highly possible.
I love Hoarding curios like empty bottles and broken lemon-shaped radios complete with eyes and feet because someday they'll be worth big bucks and I'll be richer than the guy at the top of the Ipoh White Coffee franchise.
Enjoying life right now compared to my pre-teen years. A significant reason is the dying off of the boyband era. Heaven forbid should they do a Jesus Christ.
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Saturday, July 16, 2005
EEEENTRODUCING.... PEI WEY (a.k.a PW for short)!!!
Peiwey, peiwey... now what can I POSSIBLY say about her that's so totally embarrasing, degrading, ego-busting, etc etc...? oh yeah... loads. Naw, not really, actually... she's just too nice n all but i'll try my best anyway... nothing's impossible n besides, i can, at the same time, fulfill her wishes to make this post as boring as possible... yes, she actually WANTED to be portrayed as a boring person! Guess she wouldnt appreciate it much if i were to make even a tiny claim like her havin a history of drug abuse and pole-dancing experiences as well as uh nvm...
Well, in truth, pws LOADS of fun! like, serious shit weii... u can be tellin her all sorts of nonsense (how many kinds are there anyway?) as well as all sorts of anti-nonsense (damn where'd that come from? must be my sarah-syndrome actin up again... oh well...) basically she's someone u can be talkin with, not to... and that's what makes a good conversation rite?
Let us run through the basics shall we? just like any other chickaz (copyright: sarah... again) around, she's got it all! but what makes pw PW is that she's called PW! (oh. my. GOD) uhh... as i said, she's got, like, STYLE, man! i know im not gettin anywhere here so what im gonna do is to allow all u guys out there to feast ur eyes on this babe here n u'll know what i mean when i say she's got STYLE!
Now what'd i say about ST~ uhhh... oh damn not again... wait wait... lemme try again... get it right this time... (oh n btw, thats Triple-B, pw's bear, featuring pw's hat...)
(insert clip from Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy":
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk.....)
*ahem*
~ gets feeling of impending doom but nvm it happens all the time~
Now what'd i say about style? this is like the grandmomma of all styles!!! And don't underestimate this girl she's got da brains and boy do i mean she's got them! Barely nineteen and she's already a major archeology buff doin her own research on our very own soil, Malaysia and wadaya know she's made a major discovery! what is it, u ask? well c'mon laa... what else could it be other than what we've been suspecting all these years since the japs packed up and left/hara-kiried? it's... it's... *waits with baited breath for pic to upload*
DINOSAURS IN GENTING!!!
*gasp*
~ gets more feeling of impending doom but nvm it happens all the time~
Alright ppl let's not gawk too much at the beheaded, de-skinned, de-everything but nevertheless still toothed dino with our pw brimming with pride in a cause-to-worry-about-if-dino-was-still-alive pose and let's move on aight?
Now, pw's a real 'together' person... like... makes u feel real important coz they way she goes about things makes u feel as tho u mean the world to her... maybe we do but who am i to say so? makes u feel on top of da world! so uh that means ur on top of whatever it is that means the world to her... so if u mean the world to her, ur basically on top of urself... damnit that sounds wrong! Now, let's have a look at what i mean by togetherness:
(featuring Sean and ed lookin on top of them...uh... da world!)
I could go on n on actually but i don't think the limited space here permits it... nor will pw herself... so guess i'll be leavin here with just a final comment on how loving, or rather, full-of-love she's been...
(featuring deb, who, trust me, was wearing pants that looked funnier than what is seen here)
see that? "Love is Joy"! she's even found a fellow 'Love' enthusiast! which brings us to a prob of competition here... what sorta competition u ask? why... it's SO apparent! OBVIOUSLY she's competing for the affections of our very own DEB!
see? SEE WHAT I MEAN?! The NERVE!!!
Oh, and by the way, peiwey... (hey it rhymes!)... *ahem* BLOODY HELL!!! (u know what this means! hahahah!) *ahem* damn my throat's killin me...
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