Dear mosquito,

Sup? You've been buzzing about in my room now for quite awhile, and I have to say.. That you're fucking annoying. You've just won yourself a one-way ticket to masquito hell when I woke up this morning to find 6 different mozzie bites all over my right arm. I assume that it was you that have been sucking on my thirst quenching blood all night while I was asleep, because I've attempted countless times in trying to smack you dead everytime I see you buzzing about. I don't see two masquitoes, I only see one, and I'm certain that it's you! You blood sucking vampire that never seems to want to get out of my room even though I leave my door wide open for you. Instead you decide to hang about in my room. You're ticking me off right now too, because I see you flying around my dressing table. You look really stupid.

I don't know how many of you you've managed to bring into my room, but I swear to Buddha that the next time I see you around me again, I'll grab you with my hand and watch you struggle while I pluck all your wings out, then I'll stick a needle through you and put you over the BBQ set and roast you into masquito-satay! Same goes to all your masquito pals. But because I've been brought up to think that my ancestors have taken the form of insects and animals.. I think I'll just smack you silly and rub you in between my palms and hear the slow "squish-squish" sounds.. SOUNDDD OF MUSICCCC~~ I'll fart right onto you if you happen to buzz pass my ass, and I'll watch you faint onto the floor. You're probably behind me and reading this.. I'm going to start hunting you down today, I swear to god. So buzz out the door while you still have the bloody chance to. Ugh.

Much love, Annnn >:)

Photo time

Empire
YOU!



While waiting for the buggy


I feel tall!!!!
Our version of Hannibal Rising

I ask Azim to pose for a photo

Birthday boy ah?!?
I feel short. Fuck.
Staying over at Ann Lau's

'CB LA LE!!!'
Then we join in

Cannibals, bees and legs

Heliooo-Cheriooo! My computer has finally decided to let me blog. GodDamn it, stupid Internet Explorer. So yipee-yoo hah, I'll try my best to blog a little more now.

Nothing has been up man.. Here I am, trying to complete my business project by Tuesday, and I don't think I'm doing too much of a good job here - For one, I'm here blogging instead of actually trying to complete it. Business studies I swear to Buddha is being a big bitch in a turd-bucket! I really want tie it around a tree with a rope and let a horse drag the other end of the rope until it gets way too tight for it to handle. The pressure will eventually work itself up its throat and pop its guts out of its head! :( I have to work on my originality, because if it's sounding a little familiar to you, it's from Hannibal Rising..

Which by the way, you have to check out! It's really gruesome-ish, brutally gross in the coolest way ever you dont' want to miss! So you know, be sure to watch it.. After watching it, I had the weirdest dream/nightmare ever. I was somewhere, GodDamn-it I can't remember where.. But I was somewhere, and a fat ass bee came chasing me. It eventually bit me at 2 spots on my leg, the first time as I remembered wasn't too painful.. but the second time it stung me, it hurt shitless. The 2 spots started to itch like crazy, but the second spot it stung me at was itching exceptionally bad.. So bad to the extent that I actually bit a whole chunk of my leg out. Obviously, it wasn't itching anymore, because the whole chunk of that meat had been bitten off by me. For some reason, I vaguely remember actually seeing the layers of meat where it had been bitten off.. It was spongey and white..? I'm not certainly sure whether it was a nightmare or a dream, because I dont' remember being scared, and I didn't wake up to a pool of sweat beside me. But when I actually recall the dream, I would think to my self; Mann.. that's one fucked up nightmare! During basketball training the next morning, I suddenly realized what my dream/nightmare could've been related to! The biting a chunk off my leg was obvious.. It was from all those disturbing scenes from Hanibal Rising. The bee? It was the book I was reading before I went to bed, 'The secret life of bees'. But fuckdown.. Why my leg? It was probably because of the obsession I have with my legs, and how self concious I am with them. I remember thinking to myself in my dream "shit.. My leg's going to look soo fucked up now.." HAHAHAHA. That was one crazy sleep..

Funny how a dream could be related to events that had happened beforehand. I've always thought dreams were just random thoughts that streamed across your mind while you're off in Slumber-land.. It really has been the first time I've ever really actually been in one of these situations, where I realize that the dream I've just had were related to events that had happened the day before, or just generally relating to me - myself. I know I've seen movies where people have nightmares of them being chased by big bunnies, because they have a phobia of bunnies. But hrmm.. It's not often I actually could find what my dreams were about. Usually I'd sweep them off my shoulder, and go back to bed for another one.

So well, lately I've been feeling really lazy.. I dont' have the urge to break out of my house anymore, rather I'd stay cooped up in my room and listen to slow Indie-Rock music. The best way to clear your head man! haha When you listen to the right music, you get that certain feeling that everything's going to be cool, and everything's happy. You get that little tinggle feeling inside, and you just cant' wait to be up for anything that's coming your way. Well, to me anyway, hahaha and Oh my god is this Indie-Music doing its job!

Anyway, photos are posted above! I'll update another time. Toodly doos!

MY BLOG'S STILL ALIVE!!

Fuckdown!! It's been forever since I last blogged, man is my blog dead. New layout, new layout if you guys have not realised. Was feeling very environmental, so I thought a nice green layout for my dead blog would be pretty. Carrie helped me with it, so credits to her *clap clap* *pat pat* *tap tap* *snap snap* *spit spit* to her.

So, if you guys are wondering why the sudden runaway from my blog - several reasons; my internet explorer wouldnt' let me get into blogger.com, so that's pretty fucked up if you ask me. Kill the blogger/internet explorer gang then they know! I've really been lazy with all this blogging things with all the damn school projects and Fobissea training coming up, and I sort of forgot about my blog :(. BUT HERE I AM, and I've got a gazillion-bazillion-mazillion-razillion-annazilion things to post up about, but I really haven't got the time and I feel a little chemical reaction going on in my head, it's going to explode soon with a head ache!

Okley-dokley, mokley-hokley.. Well, first of all, let me start you of with a word of advice: Never buy food or go into a restaurant when you're hungry. If you go into a supermarket with an empty trolley when you're hungry, you'll come out with a trolley full of Lays crisps, Crunchy chocolates, Ice-cream, sweets, candies and everything nice. Totally not the best thing to do if you're planning on saving up for a birthday gift. Same goes to restaurants really, you grab a menu and you order everything that sounds so good. You go in feeling empty and skinny, and you come out feeling like a pregnant pinyata stuffed with meat, fats and calories. Now, that isn't the best thing to do if you're planning in going on a diet.

Another word of advice: Don't go into the female's toilet alone in Centrepoint next to coffee bean/Dynasty. Fuckdownnn, a pervert cleaner who works there likes to peek in whenever a girl enters the toilet. It's scary, and it makes you wonder what he really had planned up his sleeves. I went in alone, not to take a piss, but to fix my hair. Moments later, the door opens, and a head pops in and runs off instantly after seeing me. I'm convinced it was the cleaner! Because it happened two times in a row, god dammit! What, he doesn't have enough money to get some porn CD's, and has to experience having pleasure by peeking into a female's toilet?! Cibaiii... The next time I go in, I'll be sure to take a video of him peeking in again (If he ever does) Made me wonder.. What if I actually was taking a piss? What could he have possibly done? Maybe he gets the pleasure from hearing girls take a piss. You never know, sick people these days..

When I say 'Bang', you say 'Kok'! - 'Bang'! '..Cock?' That's right! Bangkok here I come! I've only been there once, and I hardly remember anything from that trip. Maybe a vague memory of me being scared shitless of the largest elephant I've ever seen, but I'd get to go back to all of that in May for Fobissea! I'm really looking forward to it, except all the damn trainings I have to go through, really not up for that shit. But I'm just hoping time would fast forward itself to the day we all get to the airport, yay! I'd be so excited, I'd probably pee in my pants on the way to the airport. So that's all good, something I get to look forward to.

I finished OC Season 3 a weekend ago, and oh my god am I glad I got over that. People decided to spoil it for me and told me Marissa was going to die, but then I realized that I had been looking forward to the scene where she bloody dies. She had been annoying throughout the whole of OC, I really wanted to enter the TV screen and stranggle her till she chokes and dies! One thing for sure, is that OC really gives you the feeling of wanting to be in a relationship. That's what I find so fustrating. You just dream about it all and it makes you want to have something like that. The whole 'spending your days with a boyfriend' thing, and being picked up by a boyfriend and going to the beach, doing shit stunts and getting into trouble with them, having fun with them, calling them and just wanting to talk to them, telling them your deepest secret or simply just going through everything with them, you know.. all that crappy-crap-crap. Though I'd prefer a Summer-Seth relationship to a Ryan-Marissa relationship.

I'll post a few photos up soon, well no maybe not. I'm on the other computer at the moment, my computer won't let me log into blogger.com. So for now, enjoy. Toodles. Might be awhile until the next post.