Saturday, April 11, 2009

I. Am. Freaking. BLEH.

I need human contact.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Why Oh My Orange?

It's like Oh My God.

Only Orange is God.

DUHH!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Wei Yun is incredibly bored.

Wei Yun wants a Skype or phone buddy... Talking on MSN isn't the same.

Must be willing to listen to rants, to have random ideas thrown at them, be willing to talk from 12-3 in the morning.

Yeah, I don't think that I can find anyone.

Wei Yun is pathetic...

And incredibly bored :]

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Facebook chat, baby.
18:04WeiYun

you!!!

18:04Priya

I IZ FOUND.

18:04WeiYun

YEAH BABY

18:04Priya

-grinds-

o___o

18:05WeiYun

how be you!

18:05Priya

tired but good; holidays for me.

you?

18:06WeiYun

holidays for me

but they aren't holidays

18:06Priya

SAME YEAH.

IB holidays = not holidays at all.

18:06WeiYun

i know. especially in your second year right!

come on. history student

test me.

on... something.

18:07WeiYun

even though you're in SL

18:07Priya

okay.

General MacArthur.

What did he do?

18:07WeiYun

he woke up in the morning

went to work

breathed

ate

HEY IT'S TRUE

okay seriously though

18:07Priya

two points for that origin and purpose.

18:07WeiYun

he was the general during the korean war

and he wanted to BOMB THE HELL OUT OF KOREA

BECAUSE HE DID NOT LIKE COMMUNIST KIMCHI

18:08Priya

yes he did and he was amazing but he preferred BIBIMBAP.

18:08WeiYun

YEAH BABY

and and and and and he had twenty cats

grew tomatoes to throw at neighbours

and predicted the future using his toenails

18:09Priya

and experimented with fermented pineapples to throw at Truman

18:13WeiYun

and he was the one that tested the nuclear weapons in north korea

BECAUSE HE IS IMMORTAL

18:13Priya

AND HE'Z GEY.

18:16WeiYun

WITH BUSH

A GAY BUSH

LIKE THE ONE THAT HAS LEAVES

18:16Priya

A GAY NUCLEAR BUSH.

WITH LEAVES.

AND MISSILES.

18:16WeiYun

THAT LEAVES MISSILES

AND... TOMATOES

Monday, April 6, 2009


Okay.

IF YOU DID NOT SEE THIS AS A PHALLIC SYMBOL

THEN DAMN YOU'RE INNOCENT

Sunday, April 5, 2009

As most of you may know I've gone on an ice-cream eating spree, much to the disapproval of Prudy, but she's probably just jealous that she got the basement in my eight-person house. I've had ice-cream for 19 days in a row, and counting... To be honest, out of morbid curiosity, I want to see how long I can go without getting sick of my favourite icy confection. I give myself three months.

My ice cream has ranged from the icy...

To the creamy...

To the ones with cheesecake on the side.
The latest addition to my range of ice cream, however, has really taken the cake. No pun intended.

Let's put it this way. When you tear its cover open, you see this yellow pointy thing that's just calling your name... You bite down, hard, and this yellow fluid spills out all over your tongue and into your throat.


I KID YOU NOT. WRONGEST. ICE CREAM. EVER.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

... I've run out of things to blog about.

There's nothing I can say here anymore, really, without offending or hurting someone I know.

Talked about blog-stalking people yesterday. I wonder who blog-stalks me?

Not that there's anything interesting on here for people to stalk me about. Maybe to mock me with, but nothing interesting to stalk me with. Which I am grateful for.

Went to Chili's. Took photos. Scared Wai Kit. The poor waiter. He probably thinks I'm psycho.

I need to post pictures here some day. Show the world my beautiful gorgeous friends and direct them to their blogs. (That does not include the male ones, that are nowhere near beautiful and gorgeous)

Took a big load of fun photos yesterday, but the USB cable that connects my memory stick to the computer isn't working. Curses. However will I get my new Facebook DP up is my first worry.

Vanity oh vanity. Speaking of which, Jasryn painted my nails orange with blue stars yesterday.

She sucks at Guitar Hero. Darren and Panit are decidedly good. It was funny watching Darren play Sweet Home Alabama. Joey's not bad, better than his sister at least, despite claiming not to have fun.

... To be frank, I've never seen a bunch of males that quiet. They were just staring at the screen.

Everyone leaves.

I laze around. Try to study. ( ).

I sleep.