Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Here you go

Dad,

The REST of the money harvested from the ang pau collection will go into my bank account. Only the 200 buck ang pau from you and mum will be and has been used. But since you accused me of spending my money, i will have to pip a little bit more from the rest of the collections because you refuse to give me my pocket money.

Secondly, about that bloody summon from the fucking fucktards MBPJ. That fat bastard in blue was probably hiding under my car to shelter from the heavy rain. I didn't spend 60 cents on a bloody parking ticket because it was raining, and i'm sorry if i'm not like you but i wouldn't have had stood under the rain punching in my number plate to that yellow machine of some sort. I'd prefer to rush for shelter. Immediately after the rain stopped, which was about 10 minutes before i went back to the car, the bastard in blue already had the summon on my windscreen.

Now i know better, brave the rain, go feed 60 meagre cents to the fucking machine for a little piece of toilet paper to display on my dashboard. But its still unfair to flak me with a barrage of your angry remarks.

You're so fucking sarcastic. Even mum said so.

And for god's sake, its just a careless mistake about the summon, but it had to be like i had rammed into the neighbour's daughter. What if i did? Then i'd rather die along.

This family, my family was raised by elders showing authority in the form of violence. Violence meaning pain as the teacher. Just look at the dog. Whipped for scurrying into the house during a thunderstorm.

As for the consistency of the sky-high phone bills, i'm guilty for that. Without doubt. But you could always ALWAYS be more subtle.

Jinny

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Keong Hee Huat Chai (Give Me Dough Bastards)

Hello everybody. I could have the whole new year holiday talking to you and blogging if my modem or rather Telekom Malaysia(i'd prefer to blame govermental organizations) weren't fucktards.

Firstly, I want to announce to the world that i'm a LEGAL DRIVER now. Forget about my first driving test, it was just pure bad luck, as far as my ego is concerned. Now i can eradicate the feeling of guilt, now i can fetch mlia to faraway lands for meals, now i can also fetch bradley go find himself a girlfriend.

"Brad you need a girlfriend." You really do.

Unless you choose to gradually decompose in your bedroom or on camp 5 walls, you desperately need a companion. Me and ming have tried, we even gave you a 20th february deadline. You may hate me for this post but it is necessary. If you cant find yourself a girlfriend, i think me and ming will have to play fat punjab parents and execute the arrange marriage plan. The other alternative is to audition for a dating show.

You CANT date rocks brad, you cant just look at european climbers and go she's hot, you have to stop whining to yourself about whats passed. Step up, go out there and talk to that blonde girl from the mammut climbing team you so like!

I'm saying all these only because i'm a concerned friend and production partner cum climbing buddy cum person who cooks dinner for the both of us for pre-valentines cum fellow borat impersonator cum anti-semitic partner cum friend.

Aiya dude, help yourself lah.

College starts again tomorrow, the thing i hate about college is that i have to wake up earlier than i did back in high school. I set 5 alarms altogether, one at 5.45, 6.00, 6.10, 6.20 and 6.30. So practically i wake up at 5.45, snooze till 6.20, and when i'm in the toilet, my 6.30 alarm that i always unintentionally forget to disarm would unintentionally wake my dad up.

The only other setback is my chemistry teacher. Its easy to impersonate her really. You stare into thin air, keep a straight face, slant your mouth a little to any side of your choice, and say "pass up your book" in the most monotonous voice you can ever eke out of your sweet little mouth. Remember to keep your face as expressionless as though you just injected yourself with botox. And pity the people who'd have to face you everyday.

Oh and march, march brings us our SPM results. While people are contemplating over how many A1s they'll harvest, i'm worrying about whether i can get credits for my science subjects before i disobey my conditional offer and get kicked out of college. Life is tough if you were preoccupied playing Pro Evolution Soccer 5 during SPM trials.

Ya, i forgot, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR. I play poker until i pokai already.

I surpassed my blogging quota for this month. I better stop. (actually i got nothing else interesting to write already)

Jinny

Saturday, February 03, 2007

You say stop, i ask how.

Jinn. What's happened to your blog?!

I'M STILL FIGURING IT OUT LAHHH!

Being busy is, was, and always will be just an excuse.

After almost 3 years of frantic and/or excessive blogging, was i too ignorant then to realise that blogging might NOT be my thing?

A handful of interesting posts throughout the years does not justify the establishment of my blog. Besides, my english isn't really that good anyway.

And you have a pointless, self pity-ing write into my already flacid blogging portfolio.

My ego tells me that regardless of the storm, (some)people still think i'm an interesting blogger. My intuition tells me otherwise.

Boy i'm so full of shit.

Jinny