Nyeheh, I am back!
Masyitah is my *insert age* old cousin who is damn fat (ok, I am fat too, but she's too chubby as a kid!) and cute. So I was like..
"Masyitah kamu sih gendut sekali! Kalau kakak potong tangannya Masyi, terus dibuat sate, bisa ngga?"
(Translation: Masyitah, you're so chubby! May I cut ur arms and make satay out of it?)And she replied.... "Bisa....."
(Can.....)Heh heh, cannibalism, here I come!
GOD?
Dom: Is that the solar system?
Me: Yes..
Dom: You're making the universe..?
Me: Yep!
Dom: Are you God?
Me: Urm. No....
Dip: Imagine God at his computer, making the universe.
Dom and Me: Eh....? HAHAHA.
Dip: "OH NO! MY COMPUTER HAS NO MORE RAM IN IT!!!"
Me: WTF?! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
On Rain
It's raining, it's pouring,
My old main is snoring.
Let's not wake him up.
Wah!
Do you know that with night lighting, you should probably pose for a second or two longer and keep the camera still before dispersing and checking the image in the viewfinder? Because night lighting means that the camera lens has to be open a little while more for the light to be captured in the camera. So if you move, your picture is going to be blurry.
Do not tap your finger when trying to click the shutter. Instead put your finger on the shutter and press the shutter. Tapping your finger will cause the camera to shake, and thus your picture is going to be blurry.
On the other hand, my Penyamuns aren't as crazy for garlic bread as I am. Howell. I have a sister to be crazy with me.
BREASTS
When you look down and cannot see your feet (well, maybe just the tip of your shoe), that means your breasts are big.
But hey, at least you've got huge tits to ****** ****. hahahahahahaha.
Garlic Bread
How do you like your garlic bread? Do you like it soft, or do you like it crispy? Do you like it drenched with butter, or drenched with garlic? Do you like it on normal bread, on a sliced crossoint, or on a sliced baguette? Do you like eating it just like that, or do you tear it apart, or do you like it sliced for you? Do you stuff all of it into your mouth, or do you eat the garlic parts first, or do you eat the sides before finally stuffing the garlic parts in your mouth? Do you lick your fingers after the entire blissful ordeal, or do you wipe it on the side of your pants, or do you painstakingly take out a piece of tissue and wipe them?
Hey, wait. Do you even like garlic bread?
Dawg Phoo
These days, there's this policy where all dog owners pick up their dog's poo and I think it's kind of disgusting and sad, because the master becomes the dog. I mean, everyone says that dogs are men's best friend but best friends don't pick up each other's shit right? So I am like thinking right, if all the owners just leave them to shit on the grass, and all the humans don't walk on the grass, then everyone is happy. Because numero uno, there's free fertilizer. Numero dos, we don't have to clean up the dog poo. And number tres, the plastic they use to clean up the poo, could have been of better use. You can like use that plastic to put in muffins or buns or egg tarts or garlic bread or something. Right?
Finally back.
I just love being random. It's like sometimes someone just looks at me with that "ARH? WHAT IN THE BLOODY WORLD OF GANJA IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?" look and then I smile. Because I have no bloody idea either.
I love my LJ, yes I do. But sometimes I need to escape a little from that place.
So hello world. Random posts will begin.. well, soon.
she'll be coming round the mountains, when she comes
I am off to school, and settling matters involving my heart. Find me at my livejournal, chat me up at MSN, whatever. I'll come back here when I come back here.
P.S.: I'll still reply messages on my tagboard.
i had to
Now that it's time
Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
Now that it's real
Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe try another time
And do I really have a hand in my forgetting?
Now that I've tried
Now that I've finally found that this is not the way,
Now that I turn
Now that I feel it's time to spend the night away
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe finally split the rhyme
And do I really understand the undernetting?
Yes and the morning has me
Looking in your eyes
And seeing mine warning me
To read the signs carefully.
Now that it's light
Now that the candle's falling smaller in my mind
Now that it's here
Now that I'm almost not so very far behind
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe follow another sign
And do I really have a song that I can ride on?
Now that I can
Now that it's easy, ever easy all around.
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm falling to the sunlights and a song
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And do I have to do just one
And can I choose again if I should lose the reason?
Yes, and the morning
Has me looking in your eyes
And seeing mine warning me
To read the signs more carefully.
Now that I smile,
Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside.
Now that I see,
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
It's now I know do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I'll be leaving
In the fairest of the seasons.
-Nico, The Fairest of the Seasons
This is not going to concern most of you, but I'm going to write it anyway.I'm sorry, but I had to do what I did last night. No doubt I do love you very much, no doubt about it at all, but I really feel that I should be taking a step back, look at the big picture, consider how everyone is feeling and do what I think is best: to learn how to let you go, to start letting you go, to move on and forget that I ever had feelings for you. I'm sorry, but I never really knew how you feel, you never revealed what's in the depths of your heart. Everytime she steps into the picture, my heart aches, and believe me, the heart has long been aching. I cannot carry that burden, and I cannot carry that guilt, that responsibility for your doubt of getting into a relationship because of me. I cannot stand to think that someone else's heart is aching because you don't want mine to do so.That is why I am making this sacrifice, though I think the word "sacrifice" itself sounds too harsh in this matter. I just want you to be happy, I want her to be happy. And hey, we can still be friends and I'll be happy for you. Don't worry about me, I'll be alright, I'll learn to be alright, and I hope one day I'll find another person, someone as good as you, or even better, someone I can learn to love with all of my heart as I had for you. Smile for me, please. Please don't do anything stupid. I do love you, Sharul Azman. But I guess it's time that I let go, and if you are holding on too, and for you to let go too.I'm so so so sorry."You are the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold on to. Goodbye to you."
