tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42315124117439264542024-03-14T02:17:07.355+08:00spaceparadeLet's paint the space red!runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-35056683381037046802008-12-19T12:10:00.002+08:002008-12-19T12:17:32.271+08:00Free cable and lessons...in your dreamsYou’re the third person to be hearing this from me; my dreams are so real! It’s like whatever I wanted to do or never had the chance to do in real life, I get to do it in my dreams. Cool, huh? It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “in your dreams, sucker”. Yes, I’ll do it in my dreams, thank you.<br /><br />This only happened recently. I was supposed to pass a message to someone but never quite had the chance to, but I got the message through in my dream. And then there was another time I thought, hmm it’s been some time since I asked my friend out and guess what? I asked her out in my dream that very night. There are a bunch others but you don’t want to hear them.<br /><br />Lately they even come in complete storylines. It’s like a script carefully written for the screens. Really, my dreams have never been so real and interesting before. It’s got the protagonist (usually me, ha ha ha), the climax, the ending, etc. How cool is that?? This is one of the reasons I love to sleep. Who doesn’t? Heh heh.<br /><br />Man, if they’re real, it’d be dating the likes of Fukuyama Masaharu and Kim Jae Won and living in a mansion (Now, that’s what I call dreaming while you’re awake. These don’t happen in my dreams. They’re pretty down to earth, too bad). Earth calling mars. Come back Runawaycat.<br /><br />Now, the problem is this. Because I have realistic…<span style="font-style: italic;">Wait, so it’s realistic now? I thought it was supposed to be an interesting TV drama?</span> Fine, so they’re both interesting and realistic. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wow, this could make me big bucks in Hollywood.</span> Ok back to the problem. You see, I can’t tread water like really tread water. <span style="font-style: italic;">What??</span> I move around when I try to tread water. That’s not really treading water anymore is it? That’s swimming -_-“ It’s probably coz I make significant arm strokes…whatever you call it, at the same time. <span style="font-style: italic;">But that’s swimming!</span> I know that you idiot. If I don’t move my hands I’ll sink like titanic.<br /><br />So now, the problem is… <span style="font-style: italic;">What? Another problem?</span> I think I can tread water already. Or so I think…It’s pretty clear in my mind that I’ve already learnt it but the thing is, as far as I can’t remember, the last time I entered the pool was like 2 years ago (That’s how much I hate the water. Makes me wonder why I throw a shitload of money to learn scuba diving. Sigh. Youth). I would never remember it so clearly if it happened 2 years ago. So you see, the yin of having realistic dreams is that it’ll mess up your mind. I’m not sure if I learnt it in my dreams (which isn’t really learning) or I can tread water without looking like an idiot now. Which is it??<br /><br />Only way to find out – jump into the pool! But that’s not likely gonna happen.<br /><br />500 words just to make a point.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />Wait, how do I tread water again? Okay, I’m waking up. It really must have been a dream.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-66060134458001685802008-12-06T20:26:00.001+08:002008-12-06T20:29:29.843+08:00Almost birthday postYou know there was supposed to be a birthday post. I was looking forward to write one a couple of months ago, about how perfect 2008 was and how enlightening life being 22 years old was.<br /><br />I was going to tell you about the things I did this year; improved my photoshop skills (though still crappy), subbed the Japanese TV show Tensai! Shimura Doubutsuen (that was tough job so I’ll never do it <strike>again</strike> anytime soon), finished reading all my japanese study books…wait I’m sure there are more…traveled the most? Yea, yea, probably. What else? Man, I should have made a list.<br /><br />And I was also supposed to tell you how I bought a cake and ate it whole with a spoon, sitting on my car hood, watching the plane fly by above me. So Taiwanese drama. Ack.<br /><br />And then the day came. And then there was total silence. I got lazy and spent most of my time on the bed. Right. That was how it all went. Who cares? It’s just another day.<br /><br />And right now, I want to eat a cake. And I want udon. My two friends actually celebrated for me 2 weeks earlier in a Japanese restaurant. Yummy. I want fattening food. I don’t care, I’m getting donuts this Sunday.<br /><br />This is starting to sound like a blog which I would never write – a diary.<br /><br />I got a mail yesterday. As in, in my letter box. The one made of steel, where you can open it with a key. No, not the one where you open with your index finger and a mouse.<br /><br />It was by dmail2u, whatever that is. I’ve never heard of it. Funny thing is they know my surname, and that I’m a girl (deduced from the fact that they addressed me as Ms.), my birthday and my address. If they were randomly sending out mails they wouldn’t get all these details right, would they? I googled it and still couldn’t comprehend what this is all about. I checked their website which was of no help. Check it out yourself.<br /><br />Anyway, in this mail was a booklet of adverts with offers valid during your birthday month. I didn’t go through it thoroughly because the offers were like expensive spas, hotel stays, steamboat, etc which pretty much doesn’t suit a cheapskate like me. You know what they should send this kinda stuff to the friends and family of the person with the birthday. Don’t you just agree?<br /><br />Well, that’s all from my almost came true birthday post. Let 23 be an even better time!runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-20219978494330875652008-11-16T21:41:00.006+08:002008-11-20T04:02:29.342+08:00BuglandWhat’s the first thing I hear when I step out of the room in the morning?<br /><br />“Crunch, crunch, crunch.”<br /><br />You wouldn’t have guessed. It’s the sound of dead beetles being squashed by my Japanese slippers. It doesn’t get any better when you actually walk out of the hostel into the corridors on the ground floor. There, you see them plastered all over the walls and piles of them on the floor. They actually remind me of the black pickled beans (is that what you call it?) you eat with porridge. And the smell. Oh the smell!<br /><br />Well, the beetles are more of an annoyance than a danger. Then, what’s danger?<br /><br />People, let me introduce you to Charlie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRv9XkRrLI/AAAAAAAABBk/RO2mM-iWLRE/s1600-h/117_1725.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRv9XkRrLI/AAAAAAAABBk/RO2mM-iWLRE/s320/117_1725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270460564019195058" /></a><br />Oh that’s one on my bed. Yay!<br /><br />See the present they left me on Charlie Eve.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRwp0JecGI/AAAAAAAABB0/HCEBPgWswgs/s1600-h/117_1732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRwp0JecGI/AAAAAAAABB0/HCEBPgWswgs/s320/117_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270461327605657698" /></a><br />One on my arm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSAoPW1jo4I/AAAAAAAABBU/iS3fLtkGl80/s1600-h/117_1722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSAoPW1jo4I/AAAAAAAABBU/iS3fLtkGl80/s320/117_1722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269255808316842882" /></a><br />And one on my thigh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRwQRsBXjI/AAAAAAAABBs/KGSTjklndAs/s1600-h/117_1728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SSRwQRsBXjI/AAAAAAAABBs/KGSTjklndAs/s320/117_1728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270460888858582578" /></a><br />Oops. It’s dead. That’s my gift back to you. Have fun in hell.<br /><br />A few days ago there were so many Charlies I could fill a cookie jar if I collected all of them. Every night about 20 of them will die in my hands (Bwahahahaha!). Killing every Charlie I see is not a hobby you know. I’d pray that they stay away from my room every day. But I have to admit. I did think of making a collage of Charlies. Perhaps an attempt born out of desperation? It started as a collage of bugs when I first came to this place. But I got lazy. And when Charlie infested my room, I thought, why not? They’d actually make a nice piece on the wall. Might even sell for a hundred bucks. No? <br /><br />After that it started raining every night and they disappeared. There’s always one or two, but never 20. That’s when the beetles came. They stink so don’t even bother about beetle collage. <br /><br />And now, it’s back to sunny days. Charlies are coming out to play. There are Charlie juniors and even mutated Charlies. The mutated ones have big butts and look like they cross bred with big ants. <br /><br />Oh hullolejah. I’m now a certified entomologist. Had fun with my lecture?runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-30487724090613832192008-11-11T01:46:00.000+08:002008-11-11T01:49:15.862+08:00UpdatenessFinally, here’s some updatenes. I figured I shouldn’t abandon this place just like that. <br /><br />I was walking in the rain again. We waited for like 3 hours earlier but the rain just wouldn’t stop. For some reason the sky loves to take a leak whenever we go out for our dinners. This is already the second time. But this was better though. The first time, the rain was heavier and we were totally soaked and it was 2 am. <br /><br />I also had the experience of pushing a car. We rented a car and when we got back I switched to the driver’s seat because I wanted to try a manual car. I drive an auto car. The last time I drove a manual car was like 5 years ago. It was exciting and I was circling the school over and over again until when I was doing a three point turn, the engine died. We ran out of gas. Thank god we were in campus grounds. I got out and together with another friend, pushed the car all the way to the hostel. It was midnight. <br /><br />I have to admit, it was fun. I mean I’ve wanted to walk/run in the rain since I haven’t done it for a longggg time. And to run out of gas and push the car, not everyone gets to do that. Call me weird. It was sweet memory. <br /><br />So now I have 11 more days here before my exam finishes and I go back to Penang. I don’t really have much to complain really, except for the slow connection, but that too, I’ve got used to. Another thing is bothering me though. There’s this bug we call ‘Charlie’, or the ‘Nike bug’ that’s quite harmful. You don’t get sick or anything but you get a big papule with pus coming out of it if it bites you. The version of Charlie in Penang can cause this just by walking on your skin. No papule, just pus and ugly. But there aren’t many in Penang. You only see them once in a blue moon. They’re everywhere here, especially in my room, on my table, lately. My friend was bitten on her arms and her nose. I’m just waiting for my turn. Can I be left alone? Please?<br /><br />You know how I was really sad about what I study and how I’ll be bonded to the government for 4 years? It’s amazing how things take its course. Now I have alternatives and life is exciting again. I was thinking, it doesn’t really matter what you do, there will always be new opportunities. So it’s best to follow your heart, even though you are advised against it for ‘practical’ reasons. Even if your dream doesn’t have good prospects, you need not worry. There will always be opportunities, good ones, and you just have to look for it. It’s like treasure hunting. Sometimes I do regret spending 4 years studying this, but hey, it’s not that bad. I’ll just have an extra road to walk on. <br /><br />There, I’ve cramped everything in one post. I have more to say, but that will be after I turn dreams into reality. Wish me luck and courage.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-2155905058115107152008-10-30T04:44:00.001+08:002008-10-30T04:46:46.082+08:00They love Bushso much that they would come up with this<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SQjLbPrEmVI/AAAAAAAABBM/4nQgcx3veSM/s1600-h/same-shit-different-asshole.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SQjLbPrEmVI/AAAAAAAABBM/4nQgcx3veSM/s320/same-shit-different-asshole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262679833506519378" /></a><br /><br />Honestly, whoever did this has got some creativity up his sleeves. Do they get paid? Coz if they do, they'd be rich.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-53709227272966358292008-09-22T20:40:00.000+08:002008-09-22T20:42:12.425+08:00The Glass CastleAs far as I can remember, I never liked reading memoirs. How can it be any more interesting than a textbook? The only memoir I’ve ever read before The Glass Castle was about our former finance minister (are your eyes falling out of its sockets from reading this?) That’s if it can even be regarded as a memoir. If I didn’t remember wrongly, it was more like his life told from the perspective of a third person. For all I know, I only read it after submitting to the requests of my history teacher. <br /><br />But I was glad I read The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. The author wrote about her past without an ounce of self-pity. What initially attracted me to this book was that her parents were homeless. <br /><br />Her dad (other than the drinking and gambling) reminded me of mine, who would sometimes teach me random things kids my age never knew. The journey of reading that book was filled with laughter and tears. Best of all, she could describe it all using simple English unlike some writers who gives you a headache by using bombastic words and sentences of a hundred words long. <br /><br />I think it’s too soon to make any conclusions, but what the heck, I think memoirs are cool coz they’re about progress and not about the ending like most fictional novels and you don’t really look forward to the final chapter or to finish reading it. What’s more, these are actual happenings, and thus making it even more interesting. <br /><br />Reading the last page, and then looking back at its title, The Glass Castle, sent a pang of sadness through my soul.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-80744899049203804472008-09-19T11:33:00.003+08:002008-09-19T11:40:13.400+08:00Tutup sepenuhnyaWanna know what that means? It means ‘Fully closed’. This was the words I got when I reached the doorstep of the library a while ago. I had purposely set the alarm at 10 am (though I only woke up at 10:30) so I could make it in time to borrow another novel before they close for prayers at noon. <br /><br />But surprise, surprise! From 18th to 30th September, the library will be opened from 8:30 am to 4:30 pm from Sunday to Thursday and will be FULLY closed on Fridays and Saturdays. And it’ll be fully closed again during the Raya celebration and two days after that. If you’re wondering why it’s open on Sundays and not Fridays, that’s because the week starts on a Sunday here and Friday is their big day. I’m trying my best not to be sarcastic. <br /><br />So now, <a href="http://spaceparade.blogspot.com/2008/09/wiieee.html">HALF closed</a> makes complete sense to me. If they can say things like FULLY closed, half closed should be a regular word for them. <br /><br />Now I have to make sure I carefully hang on the what quarter of The Glass Castle I have left for the weekend. I don’t know if it’s just my luck with the library. I think I’ll just take it as a morning stroll.<br /><br />I promised I would tell about the toilet here. From what Malaysians know, Kelantan is a place where different sexes must line up in separate lines, and there are no cinemas, or karaoke, or whatever. Well, they’re partly true. I still haven’t come across any ruling which segregates different sexes. But what I did come across was a unisex toilet! <br /><br />There’s one in our hostel café. It’s a lone unit with a label ‘Tandas’ on it which means ‘toilet’. When we saw men and women going in and out, we were intrigued. I knew I had to at least go in that Ally McBeal toilet once. <br /><br />When me and my friend were done, one guy walked in and was shocked to see 2 girls there. He made a 180 degrees turn, paused and made another 180 degrees turn back and into one of the cubicles. When he got out of the toilet he started to investigate its door for labels other than ‘Tandas’. Man, that was funny.<br /><br />There’s also one unisex toilet on all the floors of the sad two-storey library. However, I suspect it to be staff toilets because they’re squeaky clean. Or maybe it’s because the library is a ghost town. The staff toilets in the departments in the hospital are a disappointment. This shows what kind of staff they hire. <br /><br />And last night I discovered that this place transforms into a scary world at night. Me and two of my girl friends walked out of the campus for supper and on the way back around midnight, there were motorcycles passing by that would call us out, and one even slowed down beside us. That was freaking scary. After that fella, another car drove up next to us. My friend saw him roll down the window and smiled a mischievous smile. Other cars honked when they passed us. I’ll never go out for supper here with just girls ever again.<br /><br />There’s nothing positive here to brag about except the intriguing toilet.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-72629114909948670742008-09-15T19:20:00.003+08:002008-09-17T12:14:49.332+08:00Wiieee!~I don’t know why the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wi-Fi_Alliance">Wi-Fi Alliance</a> would coin the phrase ‘Wireless Fidelity’ irresponsibly because it doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe you can say it is a wireless connection that remains faithful to you whenever, wherever you go, never letting you down. If that’s the case then I can very well say this medicine campus here has Wii.<br /><br />Stop! Don’t get too excited! They surely don’t have the Nintendo Wii.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SM5FakKxizI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IhI2XvyBDxs/s1600-h/nintendo+wii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SM5FakKxizI/AAAAAAAAAsg/IhI2XvyBDxs/s320/nintendo+wii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246206938620988210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wii here stands for ‘Wireless Infidelity’ just like how it sometimes is loyal and totally delivers everything (with the approval of the oh-so-loved Fortinet), but most of the time cheats on you and shows you nothing but a blank web browser.<br /><br />But even after my ‘long’ rant (really, a rant can never be too long or too short… wait…? Forget it), the main purpose of this post has nothing to do with wireless’ infidelity. It’s again, about the good old library.<br /><br />I was just shoo-ed out of the 2nd floor of the library because it apparently closes at night. *enter lots of exclamation marks here*<br /><br />Not only is this campus’ library small and has nothing but medical and some fictional books (which is located on the god-damned 2nd floor), half of it closes at night? I’m sorry, did you hear that right, coz I didn’t. I simply grabbed a novel because I didn’t want to leave there empty handed and lucky me, so far, the story is good.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-48548441788768271162008-09-08T20:32:00.002+08:002008-09-08T20:39:25.175+08:00A case of OLCD?Geographically, I could get into trouble for putting the following photos on the web. We were assigned to go to a clinic this week. What makes this place worth mentioning is that everything in the office is labeled. Everything!<br /><br />Take the standing fan and the chair for example.<br /><br /><br /><p> </p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcE1CzZlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OwOm3srvowU/s1600-h/07-09-08_1539.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243628210426701394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcE1CzZlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OwOm3srvowU/s320/07-09-08_1539.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Sorry for the bad quality. It only reflects the standard of my cheap phone. Geez, the MP3 installed in it just kamikaze-d itself the other day.<br /><br />Here’s another one which almost made me explode into laughter – a labeled wall clock.</p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcFNOymwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sASNHsDA-D4/s1600-h/07-09-08_1538.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243628216919431938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcFNOymwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sASNHsDA-D4/s320/07-09-08_1538.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>And finally, I don’t think anything can beat this. This is like the jaw-dropper of all things you can ever label. </p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcFC5A8XI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CAZsRXvNVeM/s1600-h/07-09-08_1541.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243628214143742322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SMUcFC5A8XI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CAZsRXvNVeM/s320/07-09-08_1541.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Even the fluorescent light tube is labeled -_-“<br /><br />A case of OCLD – obsessive-compulsive-labeling disorder?<br /></p>P.S.: This post fits perfectly for its 'label'.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-38135830415501123712008-08-28T22:38:00.006+08:002008-08-28T23:06:53.220+08:00And plop it goes downRunawaycat has to run away again! Actually this is last week's story but anyway...here's yours truly in her room getting ready to escape.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa6gxzDWcI/AAAAAAAAArw/ePHhj7mjb5s/s1600-h/116_1687.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239580288778197442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa6gxzDWcI/AAAAAAAAArw/ePHhj7mjb5s/s320/116_1687.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hmm...my 80L bag doesn't look that big does it? Maybe I should get a bigger one next time.</p><p>And here's my new 'haven'. But I don't have much to complain other than the lousy internet connection.</p><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa6wMSAfJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/6Sr4dYnK5R0/s1600-h/116_1688.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239580553585392786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa6wMSAfJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/6Sr4dYnK5R0/s320/116_1688.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa66BI8IPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/l9VYN1hl2AA/s1600-h/116_1690.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239580722393260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLa66BI8IPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/l9VYN1hl2AA/s320/116_1690.JPG" border="0" /></a>None of these pictures have anything to do with the title of this post. I was just trying to kill two posts with one :) Understand? Oh by the way, the reflection in the mirror, it's not me. Stop guessing.</p><p>If I were to really show you a picture of what the title is all about, I think you wouldn't be able to take it. It'd be so hardcore, you would cry and beg for mercy.</p><p>So tell me, what goes <em>plop?</em> Why, that would be shit of course. The toilet in the hostel can't be flushed so each time after you do your business you'll have to wash it down with the hose connected to the tap. </p><p>Just so you know, my poop here is almost beautiful. (Let's not go to how beautiful it is, ok? Though I wouldn't mind.) And when you wash it down, it goes all down with a big heavy <em>plop.</em> Exciting, no? Plop. Plop. Fun. You can even estimate the distance it travelled before hitting the other end. I say it's about three quarters of a foot. And the loudness justifies its weight. I didn't think it'd be that heavy. </p><p>Now I feel so much better. I couldn't share this with my room mates. They'd probably think I'm a fruitcake. I'm disgusting aren't I? But the <em>plop,</em> nothing else will sound like it.<br /></p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-8876580087720714132008-08-26T19:27:00.004+08:002008-08-26T19:57:01.757+08:00Marked DownAfter going through a fair amount of procrastination, I have finally come to post this entry in response to <a href="http://chickenmafia.com/user/philos">Philos</a>’. He was fussing over (Ok maybe he wasn’t. I just wanna make him sound like he is :P) what a bargain he got with Lays potato chips and about <a href="http://chickenmafia.com/50-conspiracy">discount conspiracies</a>. It was still a bargain though but I don’t really care coz Lays will always be expensive to me and it’s not all that nice anyway.<br /><br />So I was telling him that I’ve seen prices being marked down before being discounted. I’m starting to sound like a grandma telling stories aren’t I? Anyway, point is, I came across the same situation again.<br /><br />Here’s the price tag of a shirt I bought for 70% off:<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLPum9Mwp_I/AAAAAAAAArg/QUYPwu-4czo/s1600-h/116_1693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238793144592541682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLPum9Mwp_I/AAAAAAAAArg/QUYPwu-4czo/s320/116_1693.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />You can see that the price has been marked down before. If you don’t trust the price ticket at the bottom, I have another pic that shows the price ticket hidden underneath the new one:</p><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLPuwYD7o5I/AAAAAAAAAro/-hlBjxjcYv8/s1600-h/116_1694.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238793306422092690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SLPuwYD7o5I/AAAAAAAAAro/-hlBjxjcYv8/s320/116_1694.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>So yay! Prices aren’t always marked up. In fact, they do get marked down, sometimes. Uh…the end.</p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-82954373682017200242008-08-21T10:51:00.003+08:002008-08-22T19:32:18.882+08:00OMFG!!!OMFG!!! They just grabbed my last piece of entertainment right out of my hands!!! Just like that!!! I was 'happily' (relatively) streaming (extremely slowly) from Crunchyroll last night and today it has been blocked!!!!!!!! OMFGGGGG!!!! What the f*ck is wrong with these people trying to suck every possible life out of you?!?!?!runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-44572652189906453822008-08-20T23:13:00.002+08:002008-08-22T19:29:22.639+08:00How you define a lifeless soulIf you live in a shabby room, it’s still a life. If there’s practically no entertainment and the most hip shopping mall is worse than the worst mall back home, you’ll still survive. But if the internet connection sucks and you cannot visit your favourite webpages because it’s being freaking blocked, then I tell you, you have no life.<br /><br />Yours truly have no life. All the energy in me has been sucked out when I found out how the connection here sucked. I have no complains about the shabby room, or the relatively undeveloped environment. But you don’t take away one’s internet. No. That’s the next worst thing you could ever do to someone next to taking away their freedom. Heck I’ll even give up on sleeping late and waking at 6 am everyday for a better connection.<br /><br />Oh just in case you’re wondering what happened to me, I’ve come to Kelantan as part of my uni course.<br /><br />Let’s list down the things that are slowly eating away my life.<br />1. The connection sucks big time.<br /><br />2. Firefox doesn’t work with this connection, god knows why. And now that I’ve gotten used to Firefox, and webpages I visit function better with Firefox, they decide to make my life suck even more by taking it away. Sheesh, even Yahoo Mail can’t load properly with IE, what’s there left to say about Gmail?<br /><br />3. Megaupload and Mediafire is totally blocked. There goes my Tensai Shimura Doubutsuen and Himitsu no Arashi-chan. I can’t log into IRC. There goes the dramas I download from the IRC servers. My one and only source now is Crunchyroll which streams at a speed 10 times slower than at home.<br /><br />4. This is practically the only detectable WiFi in this area. No WiFi service outside campus. Geez I don’t even know if there’s one 300 km away. It wouldn’t matter. I have no car now so I can’t possibly carry the laptop around this sad town.<br /><br />5. Did I say this is a sad town?<br /><br />6. Things here are more expensive. One would expect things in small towns to be cheaper but nooo…The reason is they don’t produce these things and have to ‘import’ them from neighbouring states? (i.e. Penang? Since it’s cheaper there? :/) I don’t remember Penang producing instant noodles and biscuits and bla bla bla. I thought we produce electronics. Oh well, I suppose I don’t know my home so well. Well of course there are certain things which are cheaper. Bah. Whatever. I can’t have <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keropok">keropok</a> everyday.<br /><br />Let’s share one interesting story with you. On the way here, we passed a place in another state, I don’t know, maybe it was Grik. The bus stopped there (which sold food at amazingly high prices, higher than KL) for lunch. I went to the paid toilet (which is also more expensive than elsewhere) and saw a notice which says you have to remove your shoes and wear the slippers provided before you go in. Huh???? I’m sorry, come again?! I was not only confused. I was VERY confused. Who goes to a public toilet this way?! And it’s not like it’s a 7 star toilet. I rate it 1 star. Take off my shoes? Not even in you dreams man.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-38261044158261317072008-08-03T01:20:00.000+08:002008-08-03T01:21:48.410+08:00Geometry is disgusting<p class="MsoNormal">One of the few things that I absolutely cannot look at is identical geometrically shaped little things placed in a certain repetitive design. Remember the email which was circulating around since years ago about this woman who had stuff growing out of her breasts after visiting <st1:place st="on">Africa</st1:place>? Yea? Yea, that geometrically shaped holes arranged in a repetitive pattern. Remember? It doesn’t matter if it really happened. I couldn’t sleep or eat without having flashes of those disgusting holes for a whole week. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And now the nightmare is repeating itself. I came across something which matched those criteria – identical geometrically shaped little things arranged in a certain order on the rearlamp of my car. They were yellowish, shiny, and oval-like shaped, about 5 times smaller than a sesame seed, aligned in rows of 4 or 5, I don’t know, I can’t afford to picture it any longer otherwise I would puke all over my laptop. Too bad I didn’t have a camera or my phone with me at that time. But that could be a good thing. I don’t need pictures of it plastered over my blog to remind me of it. No thank you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">They looked like eggs and I bet they were. God knows what’s developing inside. Shit. Now I feel itchy all over. I hate living things with 6 or more legs. It creeps me out. I hate looking at scales too. They’re repetitive. I’m fine with scales on fishes but not if they are scales growing out of a furry animal. Fuuoooaah stop imagining!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have to crush it. Crush those eggs. Make it messy. Of course not with my fingers. No fucking way. Maybe with a long stick or something. I should imagine myself doing it right now. And break all those geometrical holes in that woman’s breast. Maybe dip a stick into one of those holes and start stirring vigorously until all those holes become one huge hole. Must destroy it. Must. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shit. There it is again. Flashes of those yellowish stuff. My mind! My mind! AhHhhHHh!!! My mind!!!</p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-61804391602843259552008-07-21T19:14:00.003+08:002008-07-21T19:28:57.342+08:00Fall FashionNo matter how many times I watch this, I would still laugh my head off.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02gYDDFNoR0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02gYDDFNoR0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://paolomendoza.com">Paolo</a> for embedding it <a href="http://chickenmafia.com/i-fall-all-over-again">here</a>. I can't help but include it in my nice little archive. Ahh...satisfied.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-31988316253246507182008-07-18T23:09:00.005+08:002008-07-18T23:41:33.614+08:00You don't ban a country...a country bans you, no?I just found out Veoh has banned Malaysia from accessing its contents...the hell, I can't even access the main page. Yea, yea, I know this is yesterday's news. But I bet none of you that actually read my blog uses Veoh so you don't care right? Yea, I don't care whether you like reading this or not too.<br /><br />This is what I got from Yahoo answers. I can't even access the freaking Veoh site so how the hell can I get the original announcement and freaking (like reluctantly) link to it?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Unfortunately Veoh has ended service in your country due to a low concentration of users. Veoh is maintaining service in countries when we have the highest concentration of viewers.<br /><br />We are sorry for any inconvenience."<br /><br />"Veoh is maintaining markets when we have the highest concentration of<br />viewers."</span><br /><br />The hell this is the reason.<br /><br />Sigh. Veoh downloads are like super fast compared to other P2Ps (at least for me it is) and this is heartbreaking! I was still happily downloading in Singapore last month. Oh wait, am I breaking Singapore's rules? Sheesh! You did not hear this.<br /><br />And if I really wanna use Veoh there are like some proxy methods or something I should use. Huh? What? Poksi? Too much homework.<br /><br />So no more fast downloads, only fast streaming from <a href="http://crunchyroll.com/">Crunchyroll</a>. But for some reason I'm having problems with it right now. It's like stuck. Oh no not them too. Not crunchyroll. NO! Dame! Zettai dame! <span style="font-style: italic;">It'll get better tomorrow. I'm sure it will. Haha. My streaming life depends on it.</span>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-91414640272417688432008-07-15T20:07:00.001+08:002008-07-16T19:13:21.553+08:00My stuff have legsThings I own have legs. They have mutated. Just the other day I couldn’t find my newly photocopied notes. I could swear I flipped over all my notes and I still couldn’t find it. I don’t know why but this happens every semester, I’ll somehow manage to misplace my notes. F*ck (I’m polite today, Alzheimer’s can’t be rude, I don’t remember why)<br /><br />Luckily I did not photocopy another set because it showed up yesterday, nicely tucked in its folder. Anyway, I’ll give it the benefit of doubt – it doesn’t have legs. <br /><br />The story doesn’t end there however. That set of notes is still there, I think, but my student card has disappeared. Completely vanished into thin air. I think the last I saw it was on Saturday, the day I bought a new wallet. I could swear it was still around when I switched to the new wallet. <br /><br />I’ve searched everywhere (ok so maybe not everywhere, just everywhere possible) but I still can’t find it. My head hurts. This is not funny. I can’t f*cking find it! <br /><br />Things don’t disappear. That defies the law of…law of…indestructibility of matter. Molecules don’t just disappear and David Copperfield is a liar. Now where the hell is my student card?runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-33614626139494906902008-07-11T21:11:00.004+08:002008-07-11T22:10:26.681+08:00Cool~With the Olympics approaching, I guess this is appropriate :)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4maVA471_Q&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4maVA471_Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />But people still get into fights, Olympic season or not,<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXTkatrN2c4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXTkatrN2c4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />This was actually the first vid I watched and I was pretty confused at first coz the one I watched had really bad quality.<br /><br />Try to figure out how they did this:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiWX4t8QyGs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiWX4t8QyGs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQYNIh9x93Y&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQYNIh9x93Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Apparently I'm supposed to link to <a href="http://www.japanprobe.com/">this site</a>.<br /><br />Great. Now I can't stop watching.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-9852227471447588242008-07-09T20:34:00.004+08:002008-07-09T20:42:54.643+08:00Gaki no TsukaiI used to think that Gaki no Tsukai is just a show about the players having to hold their laughter or get smacked right on the butt. But these links that I'm going to show you (and you are going to click), are just harsh. They can laugh all they want, but I don't think they would want to anymore.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-204760/Gaki-no-Tsukai-Oct-17-1999-Part-1.html">Part 1</a><br /><a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-204998/Gaki-no-Tsukai-Oct-17-1999-Part-2.html">Part 2</a><br /><a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/media-205032/Gaki-no-Tsukai-Oct-17-1999-Part-3.html">Part 3</a><br /><br />It's hardcore but it gets funnier and funnier too.<br />Look out for the -Ass-, -Heipo-, etc :Prunawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-7273998154773952012008-07-05T17:31:00.000+08:002008-07-05T17:32:28.315+08:00What flavour are you?<p class="MsoNormal">You know I’ve got used to the dollar so much so that the price of everything in ringgit seems small here. It makes me wanna buy. I can’t imagine how it would be like if I came back from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">UK</st1:place></st1:country-region> or something.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyway that’s not what I wanna say here. Today’s topic is about condoms. Condoms are interesting blogthings though they sometimes get you into trouble in this highly conservative we-encourage-the-spread-of-aids country. Well it won’t be about vibrating condoms today. Today it will be about flavours. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Don’t ask me why or how but we joined a product training and one of the products happened to be Durex. Out of the wide range of Durex condoms, one had flavour. So my innocent guy friend decided to ask a highly sophisticated question in a highly intelligent manner.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“What are the flavours for? Why did they have to incorporate flavours into condoms?” (Imagine Einstein asking Hawking about the big bang)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My girl friend pretended not to hear his question. Now if you don’t know what the flavours are for, you won’t find this funny and (shame on you!).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She repeated his question to us and we felt like bursting into laughter. A guy asking that question! Doesn’t the other guy sitting next to him know the answer?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Apparently not. Thirsty (or rather, hungry) to know why, that friend of mine (oh where should I hide my face?) raised his hands during the Q&A session. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“What are the flavours in the condoms for?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">*FAINT!!!* </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Of course he got his answer in a highly professional manner. No bursts of laughter. Boring. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What I find unbelievable is when we told others about this nobody laughed. Instead we got questions like, “So what are the flavours for?” and “I thought it was so it wouldn’t smell?” -_-“ Citizens of a conservative country indeed. Now, when I meet my high school friends and if they don’t laugh, I’m gonna bang my head against the wall. So please, for my loving head’s sake, laugh.</p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-18699353284425031542008-07-04T20:23:00.001+08:002008-07-04T20:25:34.367+08:00Where the hell is my welcome home drink!?<p class="MsoNormal">I’m back!!! The monster is back! (For some reason I feel like calling myself the monster today. Like what I would always advise my readers, it’s best to ignore me). Anyway, as much as you may think I’m delighted to be back, from my outrageous opening of this entry (add the Godzilla moves), I’m not. After 2 weeks in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Singapore</st1:place></st1:country-region> I was crying to go home because of boredom but now that I’ve adjusted to the MRTs and the crazy queues, I don’t want to come back! Going home means going back to piles and piles of uninteresting letters, bills, classes, assignments, long to-do lists, yada yada yada. And they’ve already started to haunt me, only hours after I reached the island. To save you from the misery, I shall keep them all to myself. What a nice monster. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyhow, I’m just writing to tell you guys I’m still very well alive even though I somehow had forgotten I have a blog. Sorry for not updating this place and the other one. I’ve a list of things to blog about and I hate lists so God help me do this before I leave the island again! Yes, it has been confirmed, I’ll be going to another state next month to finish up my semester. As much as I love to travel, having to adjust to new environments every month is starting to make me feel sick.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’d accomplish some of the blogthings in my list tomorrow. I’m sure I will. Pretty sure…</p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-17082021789198078182008-06-11T12:39:00.003+08:002008-06-29T17:45:44.886+08:00Lactose Intolerance?<p class="MsoNormal">What would you get if you are lactose intolerant but drink milk?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=""><span style="">-<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->A lactating anus?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That’s probably it huh? If you can’t digest the milk surely in comes out intact right? Well, something like that. Main thing is you expect liquid. (I hate being quoted by people for giving false info. Especially when it comes to poo issue. You can’t possibly be too serious. Sheesh. This is a blog, hello. Not an encyclopedia. Get a grip.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I personally never had any lactose intolerant problems but now I’m wondering, can I ever develop one? Some of you may already know from my previous poo entries (<a href="http://spaceparade.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-of-shit.html">here</a> and <a href="http://spaceparade.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-pooping.html">here</a> if you're interested, but I must warn you, it's not for the faint-hearted), I can’t ‘go’ unless it’s in my home sweet toilet. Seems like I’ve gotten over it already (so yay for me) coz in the past 2 months, I’ve basically poo-ed in a boat in Vietnam, and also in the air 30000 ft above sea level, and of course multiple times in Singapore. But could my bowels have thought of the evil idea of getting over lactase enzymes as well? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why, oh why am I getting this sort of idea?? That’s coz for the past 2 weeks, whenever I drink milk I get a nature call minutes later. And today, I’ve gone to the loo 3 times in the past 3 hours. Oh please no. Imagine the food I’ll have to miss out if I become lactose intolerant. Cakes, cheese, chocolate…owwww…who looks at the package to see how much lactose they contain?? You just eat dammit. </p>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-12046575857629005582008-06-07T14:48:00.004+08:002008-12-09T07:15:08.211+08:00Interested in our tourims?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEow_p976QI/AAAAAAAAArY/uRYtbEQ021o/s1600-h/tourims.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEow_p976QI/AAAAAAAAArY/uRYtbEQ021o/s320/tourims.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209029789162924290" border="0" /></a><br />It's everywhere; their inability to either spell, or type, or detect mistakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEovjJuV-JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xM4vMk1Hx_A/s1600-h/tourims1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEovjJuV-JI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xM4vMk1Hx_A/s320/tourims1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209028199959623826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I ought to start a new category for Yahoo's mistakes.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-64933967842273128182008-06-05T23:40:00.007+08:002008-12-09T07:15:08.712+08:00SlogOk what’s a slog? <a href="http://chickenmafia.com/user/joyfulchicken">Joyfulchicken</a> was the one to come up with this word. Slog is a snack blog but the word gives me the impression of laziness. So you see, I’m going to do a slog today and then feel lazy about doing it and not do it again for a very, very, long time.<br /><br />Now, you would most probably think that this entry will be all about food but let me tell you something. You’ll see food alright, but it’s food I can’t touch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorGLfCaVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OQ8sdNJcKrI/s1600-h/113_1345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorGLfCaVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OQ8sdNJcKrI/s320/113_1345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209023304169580882" border="0" /></a><br />This is all I have to last me one month courtesy of my cousin. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Because my wallet definitely can’t buy me all these snacks. Honestly I’ve never been in such a sad condition in my life. Of course I’ve been broke before but I’ll just need to stay home till my wallet is replenished regardless how long it may be. But right now I don’t think I have enough money to last me till the end of the month here.<br /><br />So right now what I do everyday is scout for the cheapest food I can find. I’ve plunged to that low a level in life. Hahahah. I look at all the other delicious food (they look delicious but remember you can’t always judge a book by its cover, same goes for food) but I can never eat them. I’ve betrayed the food club I belong to. I’ve sinned. Forgive me!<br /><br />Now I have to make sure my snacks last till the end of the month. I get hungry easily and snacks are an essential part of my life. If I’m at home now, these snacks would have been finished in two weeks. Thanks to my mom too for telling my cuz that I love snacks *teary eyed*<br /><br />We were so poor when we wanted to buy bathroom slippers we walked around Toa Payoh until we found the cheapest that we could possibly find.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorV58keVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ml5GZU_q5mg/s1600-h/113_1338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorV58keVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ml5GZU_q5mg/s320/113_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209023574339516754" border="0" /></a><br />Tweety slippers for S$ 2. Back home, I would never buy Tweety. Ok maybe.<br /><br />So this is how poor students are like. I wanna go home! Tsk. Anyway, this is one experience money (definitely) cannot buy. I'm gonna tell my niece years later like how my uncle told me his flipping burgers story in UK. Yay. But it's less glamorous though. Tsk.<br /><br />Just so that this is still a slog, let me share with you another snack that I found good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorhxXHGRI/AAAAAAAAArA/Q1YAMgGJiN4/s1600-h/113_1339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorhxXHGRI/AAAAAAAAArA/Q1YAMgGJiN4/s320/113_1339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209023778193348882" /></a><br />Oheya by Oishi. I think I’m starting to be a fan of Oishi.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorwlCXQaI/AAAAAAAAArI/CgQSoCRNFz0/s1600-h/112_1271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEorwlCXQaI/AAAAAAAAArI/CgQSoCRNFz0/s320/112_1271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209024032583139746" /></a><br />And here you have barley drink in a can. Never seen barley in a can before in my entire life. Exaggerating huh? It’s true.<br /><br />There you have it, my slog.runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231512411743926454.post-82623659574525342822008-06-04T20:57:00.000+08:002008-12-09T07:15:08.833+08:00We all have stuffs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEaRfwwFUJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WgLoPapMxfE/s1600-h/113_1341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QvFHitTaj7U/SEaRfwwFUJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WgLoPapMxfE/s320/113_1341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208009993949106322" /></a>runawaycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18401885900167842567noreply@blogger.com3