Meeting Miss Cheesie (good) and a bit of a rant (bad).

Now I need to brag about meeting up with Miss Cheesie. How could anyone be so pretty and so pleasant at the same time? Most of the time I just wanted to stop speaking and stare at her lovely oval face and touch her silky long hair. She made me want to straighten my hair, 8 times over and over again. Whatā€™s most amazing though is that she writes a good blog, really witty and entertaining (of course her beautiful pictures donā€™t hurt either).

Miss Cheesie and Kimberly.

I think Iā€™ve spoken of this a long time ago. That Iā€™m quite a judgmental person. Not a trait that I fancy very much but lets just say I havenā€™t been proven wrong yet (love relationships asideā€¦.lol). What I didnā€™t say though about this unpleasant trait is that itā€™s due a certain vibe I feel about people. There are people that I like very quickly and there are those that I dislike almost instantaneously. But of course, vibes are triggered by actions and everyone has his or her own unique action that causes me to brand them a certain way. Not the most ideal part of my personality but Iā€™m learning to be less cynical. I really am.

And really, all this crap about peace in the blogosphere and all, oh please just shut the fuck up. Just because youā€™re a spineless fucktard who needs to be nice to every fucking asshole in the world in fear of not being accepted by the same assholes who make your lives miserable doesnā€™t mean I have to as well. Human beings are such accomodating creatures, worse if youā€™re Asians. Worst if youā€™re an Asian who blogs. Iā€™m not a fight happy person and every fucktard Iā€™ve ever had the fortune to dislike and clawed at on my blog (not amounting to 3 people by the way you exaggerative spineless dumbasses ), I happen to have a real and true reason to do so, of which I DONā€™T NEED TO FUCKING EXPLAIN TO YOU.

Suffice to say that two tried to attack me in reality and I was just hitting back online. Weird isnā€™t it that nowadays people are so protective of their online personas that theyā€™re willing to go the extra mile in reality to ruin other peopleā€™s lives. And after ranting online and giving a pass to using some knowledge I could have used against them, what did I get myself in return? A reputation that Iā€™m a war-waging bitch.

Funniest thing is, this war-waging bitch thing is exaggerated by none other than a clique of spineless fucktards who donā€™t like each other very much to begin with (but just too pussy to show it). Probably doing it to make themselves feel better. Cause theyā€™re so devoid of personalities they decide that they can hide behind the ā€œpeace lovingā€ facade.

Conspiracy theories? Conspiring to topple ā€œfamous bloggersā€? You people seriously need to fucking take a look in the mirror and stop behaving so self-important. Oh yes, get a life too while youā€™re at it.

So yeah, please spare me the chats about peace in blogosphere. Youā€™re not in a Korean Drama.

I couldnā€™t be a psychobitch. Iā€™m perfect.

Bought a pair of heels and slippers at a steal in Vincci. Only about RM40 damage. Me love the bargains!!!

Jaynaā€™s sister, Marcia got married over the weekend. Iā€™ve known Marcia for as long as Iā€™ve known Jayn. Iā€™m very happy for her. Itā€™s a lovely wedding, and Jaynaā€™s kooky relatives made it all the better.

Like everyone, Iā€™m still perpetually learning about this boy/girl relationship. At times, Iā€™d be so happy that I would even think that I have found the answer to a perfect relationship. That of course couldnā€™t be further from the truth. I would be jolted back into reality whenever I get terribly offended or upset over seemingly harmless things. And I would for a split second wish I were single again and not be emotionally dependable on anyone.

Here is a question for the men, do you think itā€™s okay for your better half to be offended if sheā€™s not included by proxy into your outing with your mutual friends? And for the women, will you be offended if youā€™re not included by proxy into the outing with your mutual friends? (For the women again) I mean lets face it, doesnā€™t really matter whether we want to go isnā€™t it? Thatā€™s our choice AFTER weā€™re included, isnā€™t it?

Oh gawd, answers. I need answers. I canā€™t be a psychobitch!?

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This headache is giving me the rage. ARGH!!!!

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People with turd parents, Kavi and todayā€™s boob watch.

This morning I went to the bank to deposit and withdraw money. Itā€™s pretty fine until this fucker decided to stand right beside me while I was doing my business. What a rude idiot! I donā€™t know about you, but my Mom has always taught me to stand at least a foot behind the person using the ATM. I donā€™t want people to look at my depleted funds and I certainly hate to think that these fuckers do what they do because theyā€™re preparing to pounce on me at some corner after getting an inkling about my PIN.

The difference between good parents and turd parents is 1 foot.

Kavi my babe came back from down under for her semester break. Apparently sheā€™s pissed because I didnā€™t put ā€œMeet Kaviā€ on my must-be-done-list. I told her that eventhough I didnā€™t write it down, it only meant that I remember it with sheer brain power. Hehehe. Oh and she bought me a bag of my favourite Bounty! :D

Kavi and moi.

We had delicious Vietnamese food at 1U. After lunch, we walked around the complex and stumbled upon the funniest thing of the day. Check out this banner at Dragon-I Restaurantā€¦

The Chef looks damn manly and pro, right? Heā€™s made it into the Guinness Book of Record, but I donā€™t know for what reason cause the words on the certificate were too small. Instead, they made something else extra bigā€¦

They have 2 or 3 of the same banner displayed at the shopfront.

Iā€™ve actually seen the same banner a couple of months back. I canā€™t believe theyā€™re still using it!