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Don't say a word.
Thursday, December 13, 2007

this post is just to remind myself that, I've been thinking too much, talking too much, and studying too little lately.

and also to remind myself that she's cute.. still ;p.

xo~

"ss too much" haha, I wont forget that xD.

the last post is void.

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As I wonder.. @ 12:12:00 AM

Posers, wannabe, freaks, you name it.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Just had a daring conversation with a good friend today, we were talking about posers. Right after she went off, got something interesting happened to me. Blehh.. read on.

Ignore my ugly face. Bluekk ;P

No, not showing off, the fact is, someone added me, after a LONG time I didnt receive any request, which is kinda weird. This femalegirlkid used Vampire as her display pic, so does her display name. At first thought, wow.. gory. So before I accept her request as usual, went to her profile, uhh everything is bloody yeah I mean it, full off blood splattered everywhere. My first reaction is uhh.. kids nowadays, why cant they just have a simple profile like Darkness v2 (ceh promote skin myspace sendiri) or Starfallen skin (haha mane aku letak tah skin ni). I thought it was okay, so what, im not being a racistskinnist. Okay la, one more friend is better than one more enemy right? How wrong am I that time. She started a chat with me.

See the full convo for a laugh :

Vampire : thanks for accepting. that ok,so dear what ur name i can,t understand.
あおつき : Just call me Ki, from kl. (obviously i'm not telling, aoitsuki is the japanese name)
あおつき : mind to intro yourself?
Vampire : me ina,my age 17,i was born at usa (*cough* okay..sorry but Im allergic to lies)
あおつき : usa eh? which part. near the big apple city eh? i always go there during school break :)

in あおつき's head (bwahaha, i never been outside malaysia except singapore, what a white lie)

Vampire : sory i just dont now,hahahaha my grndma house in bavelly hill,now i stay at malaysia.n i can speak malay well to.

in あおつき's head ( okay this is getting lame.. im better off woo-ing ur grandma? ;p )

あおつき : oh near there. your grands must be pretty rich to land in and settle over there. wow, imagine :). haha my malay arent that great cause ive been moving here and there last time. so i prefer english since ure english born, that wouldnt be a problem aite? :D
Vampire : can u speak malay to me i want to learn more plezzzz,plezzz
u can ryte in malay language
あおつき : saya.. tak reti bercakap bahasa melayu sangat. saya kena pergi dulu. dah lambat ni. haha how was that? Btw really got to go, im onlining at CC. C ya.

in あおつき's head ( gotcha, no im not THAT mean well.. usually, but meh, whatever ;p )
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So next time, if you're a Malaysian, be a Malaysian, be proud of your own country.

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As I wonder.. @ 4:50:00 PM

Some jokes.

With pun intended? ;p, I found it from yakuzas.Org, posted by few people I knew there. enjoy.

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While visiting England, George Bush is invited to tea with the Queen. He asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that it is to surround herself with intelligent people.

Bush asks how she knows if they're intelligent.

"I do so by asking them the right questions," says the Queen. "Allow me to demonstrate."

Bush watches as the Queen phones Tony Blair and says, "Mr. Prime Minister, please answer this question: your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister. Who is it?"

Tony Blair responds, "It's me, ma'am."

"Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says the Queen. She hangs up and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?"

Bush nods: "Yes ma'am. Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!"

Bush, upon returning to Washington, decides he'd better put the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to the test. Bush summons Jesse Helms to the White House and says, "Senator Helms, I wonder if you can answer a question for me."

"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"

Bush poses the question: "Uhh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"

Helms hems and haws and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back to you?"

Bush agrees, and Helms leaves. He immediately calls a meeting of other senior Republican senators, and they puzzle over the question for several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in desperation, Helms calls Colin Powell at the State Department and explains his problem.

"Now look here, son, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"

Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course."

Much relieved, Helms rushes back to the White House, finds George Bush, and exclaims, "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's Colin Powell!"

And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, you dumb shit, it's Tony Blair!"


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Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned."
Priest: "What have you done my child?"
Girl: "I called a man a son of a bitch."
Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a bitch?"
Girl: "Because he touched my hand."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a bitch."
Girl: "Then he touched my breast."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bitch."
Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: "Yes father."
Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bitch."
Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."
Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)
Girl: "YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!"
Priest: (after a few minutes): "That's no reason to call him a son of a bitch."
Girl: "But father he had AIDS!"
Priest: "THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!"

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A little girl and her mother were out and about.

Out of the blue, the girl asked her mother, "Mommy, How old are you?"

The mother responded, "Honey, women don't talk about their age. You'll learn this as you get older."

The girl then asked, "Mommy, how much do you weigh?"

Her mother responded again, "That's another thing women don't talk about. You'll learn this, too, as you grow up."

The girl, still wanting to know about her mother, then fired off another question, "Mommy, why did you and Daddy get a divorce?"

The mother, a little annoyed by the questions, responded, "Honey, that is a subject that hurts me very much, and I don't want to talk about it now."

The little girl, frustrated, sulked until she was dropped off at a friend's house to play. She consulted with her girlfriend about her and her mother's conversation.

The girlfriend said, "All you have to do is sneak a look at your mother's driver's license. It's just a like a report card from school. It tells you everything."

Later, the little girl and her mother were out and about again.

The little girl started off with, "Mommy, Mommy, I know how old you are. I know how old you are. You're 32 years old."

The mother was very shocked. She asked, "Sweetheart, how do you know that?"

The little girl shrugged and said, "I just know. And I know how much you weigh. You weigh 130 pounds."

"Where did you learn that?"

The little girl said, "I just know. And I know why you and Daddy got a divorce. You got an 'F' in sex."

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Lmao, Im no sexist but i find it funny ;p.


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As I wonder.. @ 1:28:00 PM

We miss MMU!

Seriously we do. I'm already rotting at home lol.

Shadap u! Haha, i've got too much free time already lmao. Anyone up for humorous shots with me? xD

Is crazy,
Yeah *nodnod*

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As I wonder.. @ 11:42:00 AM

Friends vs Bestfriends
Saturday, August 11, 2007

Something I found on the net, kinda funny but most of it is true, do enjoy.

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!


FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN!" we fucked up!

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.


FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."


FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...


FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.


FRIENDS: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Bitch drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!

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As I wonder.. @ 10:35:00 PM

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It would be a lie if i say I'm not nobody, and it would also be exaggerating to say I'm somebody. Cut it short, I'm a student, not that friendly but I try to be. ;), to keep it simple, ask people who know me. They judge me better then I judge myself.

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