Chee Weng came over... to avoid house chores =_=;; And then he went and stabbed me right in the heart by making fun of the whole making a difference issue. Dahlah last night I was so emo until I almost gave up the whole idealism but Nicole pulled me back and I'm still holding on to YH but now he of all people have to make fun of me =_= It's not that I cannot take jokes, but when it comes to these issues I am hypersensitive =_=
On other news, congratulations Hui Yat I am very happy over your latest entry =)
And on other other news, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MIKO IS A VERY FUNNY DOG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
On the final other other other news, Jazzie, please be patient because it might take me some time to edit your thesis. You know me. Slowpoke. =P
Nowadays my blog entries don't have the "Samantha" feel hor? Sigh. Can't read the older entries since I deleted them already. I have a habit of deleting old entries u_u
I don't know how to type dictator style anymore. No more argumentive entries. I don't even know what issue to speak about.
It's like all my mind think about nowadays are - money, Chee Weng, where to go out to, Chee Weng, money... where to shop.
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I read Nellie's blog and I think, hey, my entries used to look like this, right? What happened to me?
Maybe I'm going out too much. It's corrupting my brain. Sam is corroding away.
I've been trying to think how should Youth for Humanity work now, and think and think, and... nothing. Nothing came to mind.
I don't read the papers anymore, I don't keep articles for the files anymore, I don't check FTC or any of those websites anymore, I don't bug Sheng to update the YH site anymore, I don't update the YH blog anymore, I don't look to find out more, I don't learn, I don't learn, I don't learn, I don't educate myself anymore.
I've been wondering what the hell is foie gras for some time, so I decided to google the word.
Foie gras Expensive, silk-textured goose or duck liver that has been enlarged by a process you don't want to read about if you're going to eat this dish.
....The internet is a very interesting dictionary indeed.
As we all know, my love likes to talk nonsensical crap.
And crap it is.
Having lunch, and the boys are having a conversation of how shit is not disgusting because it's a product of what you ate. And somehow it revolved around the fishball. Speaking of balls.
Chee Weng: *waves the fishball around, speaking to Malcolm* You know what is this anot? You got two right? I got one.
Was woken up by Gin's SMS, which landed me at Leisure Mall two hours later and saw the cutest and sweetest pair of wedding teddy bears ever, and then got so hurt when we found out that it was the last pair and Gin saw it first. *dies*
And then all of a sudden, I found myself whisked off to Bangsar which we initially planned to go to Cats Whiskers, budden... we splurged ourselves broke at Blook. We tried on a gazillion of clothes, she bought 4 tops and I bought 2. I realised I've been buying tops of practically the same style very often @_@ I think I know what you guys mean by "so Sam" now. .__.;;
Went back to Gin's place where I read Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging (I think) and I have to admit it's really quite addictive because I still feel like reading it now and it's really funny and I forgot to kidnap it home with me ;P And I really have to stop changing into Gin's clothes and forgetting to return them to her before I wear home her entire wardrobe =_=;;; I'll pass them to Chee Weng tomorrow.
Dangit bad shot. They're actually holding a banner that says "ALWAYS AND FOREVER". *dies of oversweetness*