Merry Christmas!! =P (Totally unrelated)

Gargh. This is passed on from Yi Ling. Anyway, I don't feel so good right now, after some particularly sour wine. Red wine is so much nicer (and expensive). So don't be disappointed if I'm a little (or a lot) crabby.


Now I've got that over with, here goes:

Would you rather lose your vision or your hearing?

♥_As with Yap, I love reading and I love music. But then there are audiobooks and braille. You can't READ music. Besides, I just bought me a new guitar, so duh, I'll keep my hearing, thanks.

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If you could create your own store, and sell anything in the world, what would you sell?

♥_Interesting...hmmmmmmm......................


Good Stephanie says: "I'd sell happiness! Then everyone will be happy and none of them will come and annoy me. I'd find a miracle cure for all ailments and sell them all!!! ...For a substantial amount of money, of course."

Bad Stephanie says: "Of course I'd sell CDs. I was BORN to sell CDs. But I'd substitute System of a Down, The Click Five, bloody Destiny's Child and other so-called artistes' CDs with brainwashing mantras. Then the WHOLE world will listen to the same music as I do. We'd have SO much in common. We'd all listen to Linkin Park, Marilyn Manson, Incubus, Green Day, Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. Oh, and Britney, of course."

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If you were the King or Queen of the World, and your first task was to restructure the school systems, what would you do?

♥_I /heart/ this question. For one thing, NO MORE SCHOOLS. Duh.


I'd get the world's top scientists to gather all the important information that everyone NEEDS to know ---like why you should never dye your hair (it's tacky and kills your hair) or how to skateboard--- and store it in a microchip.
   
From then on, every baby that is born will have this chip implanted in their brain, so that they don't have to waste a decade in school. Then everyone will be smart, AND happy, AND can spend their time doing healthier activities, like moshing at the next Incubus concert.

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Imagine that you find a remote control with a big red PAUSE button. You hit the button and time stops. Around you, clocks stop, the wind freezes, everyone stops dead in their tracks. If you throw a ball it will travel about a meter from you and then hang suspended in space and time. You continue to pass through time normally, however, needing to eat, use the bathroom, etc. -- and of course, getting older. What would you do with a little bit of uninterrupted, unlimited time? (Of course, everyone is frozen, so mischief is possible as well -- if you are so inclined!)

♥_Yay! If only...if only...


1. Give everyone wedgies! It's fun. =D
2. Take a piece of charcoal and doodle on people's faces. Like how Edmund did in the Chronicles of Narnia.
3. "Borrow" money from all the fat-ass, non-deserving celebrities and buy pressies for EVERYONE!!
4. Read people's diaries.
5. Release all the poor tortured animals from abusive homes. (awwww) But wait, if they're frozen, they can't run, can they?
6. Grab all the CDs I want. Come ON, it takes only 2 ringgit max producing cost for CDs, it's SUCH a rip-off to charge us 40 over bucks for a piece of plastic.
7. /Get rid/ of terrorists. I'd dedicate my time ridding the world of the evil people who are slowly taking over your mind, body and soul.
...Such as Lindsay Lohan.
8. Burn next year's test papers. (mwahahahahaha)
9. Treat myself to a couple eat-all-you-can sessions at my favourite restaurants.
10. Brainwash everyone (again) and make them blog. Properly. =P Then we'd all be happy with so many nice blogs to read. =D
11. Walk over to Yap's house and get my Photoshop CD back. =P Nah, I'm just teasing ya.

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By the way, Merry belated Christmas to everyone! =)
Update:
Yi Ling's version can be found here.
J.L.W.Y.'s version can be found here.

The verdict...

Well, that's it.
I'm screwed.
It's the end of my life.
I'd like to thank all those who stood by me in the hard times (well, that's actually NO ONE) and gave me their unconditional moral support.


You know what? I should probably jump off a bridge or something.
I'd like to make my will before I do that though:
My sci-fi books shall go to Siew Lei.
My classics shall go to Sabrina.
All my other books shall go to Nurul.
To my sister, all my socks, for your sock collection.
To Yi Ling, my camera.
To Jun Yan, my gameboy and all its cartridges.
To Shan Shan, my lip gloss and any beauty products, used or unused.
To Brandon, my Nike Watch. (Even though it's feminine, it suits you)
To Rohan, my new set of colouring pencils and any art tools you want.
To Lakshmi, all my sweets and chocolates.
To Irene, my CD collection.
To Flea (Jamie), my Neopets account and any neopoints, assets, and pets that go along with it.
(And no, my guitar and iPod shall be buried with me, no one can have them)
And to anyone I missed out, you can have an equal part of my Nintendo DS fund. ;o)
*drumroll*

Click the image for a full-sized picture.

Terrible. A disaster. I know.
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KIDDING!
You didn't really think I got Cs in my PMR?? Guess you don't know me that well.
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Click the image for a full-sized picture. Again.
 
Just trying to make light of the situation. Ok, so I didn't get the straight As I wanted, but at least I got the minimum number of As I allowed myself, that is 6. =D Who cares about goddamned BM anyway?
Anyway, congratulations to everyone who got straight As, especially Siew Lei. I KNOW you worked your ass off studying. =) I sit next to you, remember?
And to anyone who didn't get the results they wanted, bleh, PMR isn't all that they make it out to be. *nyeh* Cry and you'll be a sissy above all else.
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Blog idea courtesy of Yi Ling
And I can do fine without Photoshop, thank you. =P Even though there ARE a few stray pixels...
And yeah, that means my will isn't real. Sorry folks! =D

The dumbest invention that made it BIG

Three words. HIGH HEELED SHOES.
Some girls would kill for these 'sexy shoes' as many online sites call them. Why?

1. They make you look taller
2. They make long feet look shorter, and therefore prettier
3. They make you look more feminine

My sister's 3-inch heels


Sure...for the sake of beauty, you guys (girls, actually) are willing to pay a price. A steep one at that.
Sure, you say. You don't mind getting premature athritis, shortened calf muscles, disfigured toes,  knee and back problems, ...as long as you look 'pretty and feminine'? ...really?


Oh, and not to mention, some of you heel-wearers walk as if, sorry to say, you have something sharp jammed up where the sun don't shine.

And modelling my sister's 3-inchers, I bring you...yours truly, Stephanie


Ok, so I don't have the nicest feet around, but I'm just trying to make a point. (By the way, now you know what boys-size-9 feet look like in a size-7 shoe.)


In this picture, you can see my toes scrunched up from the effort of bending over to take a photo. And also, imagine trying to walk up (or down) a staircase with short steps would be like.
Forget escaping a burning building, the fire would be the least of your worries. I predict a huge chance of you falling down the staircase because of these immensely unstable shoes. Then you'd just smash your head over the rail and die of a cracked skull. A really attractive thought, eh?
Oh, God forbid that someone wears flats to a party (or a wedding, in my case). Pah, they don't look as bad as you think.

Yeah, I'm wearing girly jeans, I know. You can stop being excited now.



I for one, like my flats. Simple is nice. Less is more. Yeah, yeah. Some of you say that you wear high-heels because you're short. That's crap. Being tall is highly overrated, trust me. You can be beautiful even if you're short. There's nothing that turns me off more than a person who isn't satisfied with his/her self.

See? I'm pretty too! Don't risk your health for those ugly overrated bitches.

If you're still not convinced, here's something to make you think about wearing heels again. I quote: "Nail problems also are common from the constant pressure of toes being pressed against the end of the shoe. That can cause the nail to thicken and promote the growth of foul-smelling fungus."

If you think boys won't be attracted to you for being short, do you think they will love you for having STINKY FEET? Thought not.

Anyway, if a guy judges you by your height, drop him like he's hot. Or actually, don't drop a boy if he's hot, in that sense. Just...drop him.

Well, you get my point. If your guy is so superficial, you're better off without him anyway. Don't waste your money on stupid dates. Get out there and go (sensible) shoe shopping!

*Shoe info taken from here

All I want for Christmas is...

...my two front teeth?

NOT.

Since Christmas is coming, I thought I'd post this up for the heck of it. Let's see if I actually get any of these for Christmas...

1. Fort Minor's new CD, The Rising Tied. (That took you a while, Mike =P) Plus I want the Bonus Double CD Edition, and it costs almost 60 bucks. So I really hope my mom will take the hint and buy it for me. ;o) Or it'll just make a hole in my pocket.

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2. The Nintendo DS, Candy Pink colour. It should come with a case. Doesn't cost more than 550 bucks, don't get conned.

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3. A new mood ring, unadorned. Finger circumference= 5.7 cm. Not an accurate measurement, though, I used a ruler. Better buy them a tad larger.

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4. A Nightwish album. Any one will do, since I don't have any. I'd prefer Wishmaster though. ;o) But I don't know if Malaysia has Nightwish CDs.

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5. A Crow Left of The Murder, enhanced version, Incubus' most recent album, which I should've gotten months ago, but was saving up for the DS.

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6. Ready or Not, by Meg Cabot. The much-awaited sequel of All-American Girl. The semi-hardcover edition (shiny blue and red cover) would be nice. =D Since I couldn't find a picture of the edition I want, I put the pic of the edition I DIDN'T want. So PLEASE don't buy this edition. =)

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7. Glittery black nail polish. That means glittery black, not glitter, nor black. Since I already have both of those. And no, it isn't morbid. *wiggles toes*

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8. Someone to teach me how to ice-skate. I can pretty much stay upright, but my talent sort of ends there.

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9. Someone to play and enjoy GTA with me. I mean, come ON, I've had this game for almost a month now, and I can't find anyone to play it with me. =( And it's not even my CD, I'm sure Jun Yan will want it back sometime. Actually, he's already asked me for it.

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10. MY PHOTOSHOP CD BACK!!! (Yes Yap, that means YOU. Get your butt over to my house sometime this century, hopefully. And yes, it is my intention to make you feel guilty. =P Oh yeah, Merry Christmas) Ok, so it's a pirated version, but whatever.

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11. Black jeans. Bootcut, size 8, thank you.

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<No. No pictures of Stephanie's haircut allowed. You just have to see it for yourself>

12. A decent haircut. No more Hiroshima-on-a-head please.
Update: I have had a haircut. It's OK, functionable...but how come I'm the only one who seems to think so?

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13. Someone to teach me how to ride a bike. I still have bruises from the last attempt.

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14. Free passes to watch King Kong at the iMax theatre. (Actually, my mom can get this for me any time. So all you have to do is invite yourself over ;o)

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15. Headphones that block out all sound. Earphones are SO unhealthy. Hel-lo germ breeding ground.

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16. Straight As!!! Actually, I don't want the As so much for my 'personal satisfaction', but for the iMac I'll get if I do get it. Straight As, I mean.


Update: No, I did not get straight As. Oh well, there's always SPM.

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17. Belgian Chocolate! Buy this for me and I'll love you eternally. <3

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...and so I conclude my list. =D I doubt I'll get any of them though, since I've been terrible friend and haven't done my Christmas Shopping yet. =P

And yeah, I still owe four people birthday presents. *wince* Ok, since I haven't gotten them for you guys yet, I'll um, give you a special mention in my blog. xD Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

So, Happy Birthday again to...

*My sis, Denise. =P You were in Australia lah!
*Sabrina. What am I supposed to buy you? A leather thong and a whip? Kidding...
*Siew Lei. Hm, gift ideas, anyone? Maybe one of those nice wristbands I've been eyeing...
*Brandon. Bleh, I'll just buy you chocolate or something. =P

Oh yeah, and...

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18. World peace. Let there be a world where chickens can cross the road unquestioned.

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...seems impossible? Ok, that's fine. Just get me the mood ring then. =D

Gayyyyydar.

I say gay. You think ________?


Happy? Joyous? Delighted?


No duh. I mean gay, you know like lesbians and stuff? Girl-on-girl, guy-on-guy? Ok, ok that's enough.
Anyway, what is your opinion on *searches for word*...homosexuals? I'm just trying to be politically correct, ok? But since when did I care if I was politically incorrect or not? Anyway, homosexual is such a long word, so I'll just refer to them as gays, ok? Don't be mad at me...=(


I for one, support gays coming out of the closet and coming to terms with their sexuality. I mean, it's not like they can help it. Heck no, I don't think they wish for it at all. And I don't think that they can change themselves either. But then, why should they change? They were born that way, and I think it's perfectly ok that they like people of the same gender.


But oh noooo, the society thinks that this is oh-so-wroooong. Well, condemn society. I also know that my mom is very much against homosexuals. Why? Goodness knows. She said that 'There's a reason that God made males and females.' Fine. Fair point of view.


But then, in my opinion, if God didn't like gays, why did He create them at all? Huh? Since He is the omnipotent, He can get rid of these 'impure' thoughts and behaviour whenever He wants, right? But He didn't. So there.


Anyway, *ponders* why should our preference of life-partners be dictated by the fact that we are male or female? So you've got the balls, and that means   Ellen DeGeneres and Portia DeRossi can't get their fair share of females? Unfair.


So, society, grow up. Gays don't harm you in any way, so don't shun them ok? Encourage the sharing and caring. =)


Or at least, shut up.


Go gay pride!

***Note that when I wrote: 'Gays don't harm you in any way,' I haven't considered the extinction of mankind, since there would be no one left to  procreate with. So in other words, other than THAT, gays don't harm you in any way.

Right?
Update: To all of you faithful Christians, or worshippers of any other religion whatsoever, I'M NOT A SATAN WORSHIPPER, OK? Nor am I blinded by Satan's veil. -.-''

Straight As?

With the PMR results coming out this month, almost everyone I know is worried sick about getting their results, hopefully straight As. But why? (Here's the famous 'why' question again) Why do we have to get straight As?


To the teachers: Is it really that important that your students get all As? Do you really care about how we are doing in school? Or is it really your perfect teaching record you are worried about?
To the parents: If we ever fail to get perfect academic results, are we considered as failures? Are we stupid?
To the students: Are straight As really that important? I mean, is a single letter on your PMR certificate going to change your life?
To the society: So, since straight As are so important, should we neglect everything else, and dedicate the rest of our lives studying?


NO.


I mean, this could be me in 5 years time...


In court


Prosecution: Miss Stephanie Yeong, did you, or did you not deal Methamphetamine at your current workplace, that is at McDonalds Kuala Lumpur?
Stephanie: Yes, I did, but...
Prosecution: Also, is it true that you stole RM 1,500, in cash, from the till at McDonalds?
Stephanie: Indeed, I have, but...
Prosecution: And do you, Miss Yeong, admit to the theft of your employer's vehicle on the 12th of July, 2010?
Stephanie: Yes I do, but...
Prosecution: Your Honour, nothing further.
Justice Pao: Miss Stephanie Yeong, I hereby find you guilty of substance abuse, theft and grand theft auto. I sentence you to 5 years in the Tanjung Rambutan rehabilitation center, and a fine of RM 2,000. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Stephanie: Yes Your Honour, it may please you to know that I, Stephanie Yeong, scored 7 As for my PMR AND straight As for my SPM!
Justice Pao: That is not relevant.
Stephanie: But Your Honour, my teacher said that as long as I score straight As, I will never have trouble later in life one! My parents also said that ah! *proudly holds up PMR and SPM certificates*
Justice <insert name here>: ... ...


Oh really, now how important is your PMR results, huh, HUH?

Sentimental thoughts...

Okay, I admit, I hate sentimental blogs. And here I am writing one (or going to, that is) *smacks self for being a hypocrite*

Today was just another blah day, waking up feeling crummy ,and developing an exasperating sniffle later in the day. I got on the internet again, and I wasn't surprised to see that under my '-view messages' button had (yet again) a bright orange 'new friend reqeusts' sitting there. Rolling my eyes, I clicked on it, thinking "Geez, not ANOTHER one" As expected, the first request was a friend of a friend, whom I don't know at all. Probably another friend collector, eager to show off to everyone how many 'friends' he (she?) has. But the other was, well, someone I haven't seen in a long time.

And you know that someone has to be pretty important to inspire me to blog. (Jangan perasan, Yap. Inspiring is different from harassing, ok?)

Reading her profile made me ask myself, why the heck didn't I keep in touch with my old friends? In fact, I have absolutely no contact with any of my friends from Kuen Cheng OR Chung Hwa. (Except Yap xP Can I help it if she happens to be in the same class?) Anyway, I smacked myself for being such an idiot who wasn't grateful for having so many friends in the past. I saw that this very girl could, in fact, be my twin.

As an example(s):
-She speaks (or types) in perfect English
-She reads and watches (-ed?) Buffy
-Her writing skills knock me out cold, and that's saying something, ya know?
-She has a peculiar interest Emily the Strange, as I, just as bizarrely, do too
-She reads classics (yeah!)
-She listens to frickin' NIRVANA *You go girl, woohoo!*

Out of curiousity, I decided to take a peek at her blog. And man oh man, she is a kick-ass blogger, yes. And not kick-ass in the Kenny Sia oh-so-hilarious sense either. This lass can definitely write. She doesn't spare her feelings the pain of being bloggefied, as I do most of the time. You can tell that she isn't shallow and self-centered like *cough* SOME people are when they blog. (Actually, they are exactly the same in real life too Dx)

If that wasn't enough, you can tell she is something else when I can remember the content of her last letter to me, which sadly, I didn't respond to. That letter in question, is sitting right before my eyes at this precise moment. It kicks off with:

Well, hey Steph!
    This is a letter for you okay? And I wonder why everybody likes to write "dear Shan Wen," (Man, she got her punctuation right)or bla, bla, bla... ...(And the correct amount of dots too) And that's the word they always use while writing a letter, maybe that is "menghormati"... ...

That made me laugh, why DOES everyone start off their letters with 'dear' or 'to'? Why indeed? That's my favourite 'Wh' question by the way, as my parents can attest to. Why? It's a good question, if you think about it. And don't you dare ask me 'WHY is that so?'

Anyway, tucked into a little corner of the letter there is a little box that reads: 

Beware:
And *name censored*'s a LESBIAN NOW!!!

Awesome.
Sounds just like me when I say: "You know what? *name censored* is GAY!!!" <insert glee here>

The letter ends with a conspirational little box in the bottom right-hand corner of the crumples sheet of paper.

(BAD WORDS INCLUDED)
Extra note: *mei you jiang ni* Which means 'I'm not talking about you' in Chinese.
Those FUCKIN' PESSES just simply take this and read, and I wish that I could kick their DAMN ASSHOLE!

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Sweet. Anyway, it's about to rain (big flashes of lightning and thunder included). I'm going to end my blog post right here, before my comp blacks out and this post gets erased (AGAIN. No thanks to you, Shan2).

Thus it ends, the fucking tribute to the girl who taught me how to curse.

J.L.W.Y.

Things To Do Before I Die

As agreed, here's:

Things To Do Before I Die *touchwood*
 
Only strike the *touchwood* part, I'm not superstitious. Ok, let's get down to business. Things to do before YOU die, Stephanie style.

*Walk up to Donald Trump, laugh at him and grab his toupee. Then look up at him with innocent eyes and say 'I'm your HUGEST fan, can you sign this?'

*Buy 10 tickets to watch an extremely popular movie, say HP4. Get the best seats (middle to back row) Then buy lots of popcorn and throw over the movie-goers when Harry gets chased by the Horntail, or when Voldemort appears, or any part you think is exciting. Then right before the usher throws you out, scatter the popcorn over your ten prime seats so that no one else can have them.


*Get a degree in midwifery =O


*Get a couple of friends to ride on a motorbike with you, wearing only your bikinis/speedos while throwing flying kisses to the adoring crowd.


*Give your most hated teacher a world-class wedgie (or if it's a female, flip her skirt in front of everyone during assembly)


*Ride the DNA mixer in Berjaya Times Square and throw up on everyone while you're spinning.


*Go to school in spaghetti straps and a miniskirt, while carrying a huge radio blasting Nine Inch Nails.


*Organize a sleepover and paint your guyfriends' nails shocking pink/baby blue while they're asleep (For girlfriends, you can switch their lip gloss with nail polish. They'll never notice the difference, at least until their lips are glued shut =D)


*Crash your arch enemy's wedding wearing a banana suit.


*Streak during a world peace conference.


*Dress up as a vampire, heavy black trenchcoat and all, then go to the beach and sunbathe, while slowly patting suntan lotion all over your face and hands. Then tell inquiring strangers: "Hey, vampires like to get out once in a while, you know? I even brought SPF 40,000 suntan lotion for the occasion!"


*Make out with a stranger.


*Volunteer to bathe the animals SPCA, then dye the dogs pink with green spots and the cats green with yellow stripes. Then demand payment from the person-in-charge, for your oh-so-beautiful handiwork.


*At your school's 10-year reunion, tell your friends that you've been working on a cure for bird flu, with hands-on experience and all. Then start sneezing and coughing, and then tell your friends that you think "you have come down with /something/."


*At your friend's sister's birthday party, while everyone is enjoying the delicious birthday cake, exclaim loudly: "Ohmygosh! Is that the birthday cake? I'm SO, SO sorry, I couldn't control myself. I kinda sneezed all over it just now while I was in the kitchen!" Then you grin sheepishly at the horrified crowd.


*While watching 'The Ring' with all your friends, preferably at home late at night, use your handphone to call the housephone right after you watch the cursed tape in the movie.


*Open one of those doors at shopping malls where they say "Don't use unless in an emergency" and make the alarms go off. When the security guards ask you, "Don't you understand what the sign means?" You reply, "But it WAS an emergency! I needed to pee!"


*Dress up as a punk, with fake tattoos, kohl and all and parade round your neighbourhood shopping mall. Just when you're attracting the most looks, start singing 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' at the top of voice while shaking your booty like Britney Spears.

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Phew, I have more of these, but frankly, I'm getting bored of typing. Maybe I'll continue another day. DO try some of the above suggestions...or you might just die regretting not doing so. =(
*Yi Ling's version of Things To Do Before I Die can be found here

Daymare o_O

Before I say anything else...I'm BA-ACK! =D Camp was great and I had tons of fun.=P I'll blog more about that another time. For now, I want to talk about my weird, weird daymare, cause it's not nighttime yet (only 6.30 pm) and technically it can't be a nightmare, but anyway.

I was really tired after camp, what with only 8 hours of sleep every night, as compared to my customary 12 hours. So today after coming home from shopping today I collapsed on the couch and went to sleep.

There was an article in Reader's Digest a couple months ago about lucid dreaming, which unknowingly, I've been doing all the time. It's a state of mind where you are conscious in your sleep. I like to call it the twilight zone.=D When you are drifting between wakefulness and sleep, you can pick what you're going to dream about. Amazing isn't it? I didn't know what was it called then, but I've been doing this since I was young to ward off nightmares.

It didn't work for me today.

When I'm in the 'twilight zone' I can't move, unless I will myself very hard to, then I jerk into complete conciousness. In the twilight zone can hear my surroundings, feel the bed I'm sleeping on, but I can't really control my body, yet I can think. It's complicated. Today, as I was picking a topic to dream about, someone started whispering in my ear. To my utmost horror, it was the little girl I used to dream, or rather, have nightmares about.

So I opened my eyes, which was supposed to wake me up completely. I saw my mom sleeping on the couch across of me, and I heard the lawnmower roaring it's way across the lawn. The terrible thing was, I could hear the girl whispering in my ear all this while. I couldn't make her go away. I felt something pressing down on me and I tried to sit up, then I started drifting in and out of conciousness. One second I could hear the lawnmower and see my mom, the next second I could only see the girl and hear her whispering in my ear. Creepy.

I never realised that if I could take reality into my dreams, I could probably turn my dreams, or nightmares into reality too. The brain is a complicated thing.

Gotta go now, I'll finish this blog post later. Pray for my safety for now. =O

Update: I'm back! =D

Anyway, I see Yap's back from goodness-knows-where and has already commented, so nyeh to her. =Þ And Yap, there's a scientific explanation for that. Apparently, that happens when your brain is partially awake but your nerves haven't been stimulated yet. :o) (Don't ask me where I got all these info)

Back to the story. Some history about this little girl. As I don't really believe in spirits, I'll just say that she's a fictional character made up by my brain with some help from my previous maid and the movie The Ring. This little girl is also the source of my brief period of paranoia a couple years back, when I was convinced my house was haunted. I couldn't sleep at night because I heard her whispering and someone breathing next to me. Scary huh? The thing is, those weren't dreams. I was completely awake when I experienced those things. I could probably say that was the scariest time of my life. I'd practically pee in my pants when I hear something behind me and couldn't find the cause of it. (Hey I was 12 then, ok?)

ANYWAY, I've found scientific explanations for all those things. The whisperings in my ear and the girl from the corner of my eye was my overactive imagination stimulated by fear. The roaring and breathing in my ear was the sudden rush my blood to head, also stimulated by fear. As for the bumps and creaks at night? That would be the wooden furniture contracting. Since then I haven't been afraid anymore. You could say science saved me from having a mental breakdown. Then you would understand why I have so little faith in anything spiritual and believe a lot in science.

I DO believe in God, though I don't believe in religion. Freethinker, as people say. Not an atheist, as many people tend to confuse that with a freethinker. But as science progresses, you can find so many more explanations to the miracles in life, which is just...sad. Nothing is as interesting anymore. Give or take a couple more decades, and science can probably take away (explain) the miracles in life. Depressing.

But it's still disturbing to think that the little girl is back. I'm still scared shitless of her, I'll admit. I don't know why, but she just freaks me out. Maybe I'll just use what little faith I have and believe that she won't disturb me anymore.

Or maybe I'll just put it down to long-term supressed trauma and check myself into a mental institute.

GTA

Grand Theft Auto: Great game? Possibly. =D



=O Yesterday my friends came over to stay,so that the next day we could all go watch HP4 together. (And no, I'm not gonna blog about HP4 so you readers are safe from spoilers ;o) Anyway, Jun Yan brought over the game I've been wanting to play for a looong time, Grand Theft Auto (not SA) =D It's very fun...especially when you take head shots! :O You have NO idea how much fun it is to watch people's head pop off and watch their blood shooting out of their head like fountains. *cackles*


 
Anyway, it's a kinda sick game with lots of swear words, so you should keep this game away from little kiddos. I heard you could rape girls in the San Andreas version, but luckily they didn't bring that over. :K I would be very embarassed if I was caught watching that particular scene, and the guys would think I'm a lesbian or something. Heehee! As if it wasn't enough with the guy's singing My Humps the whole day, though they cracked me up, it's hilarious! (Guy's cue: Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk? My cue: I'ma getgetget you drunk, get you love drunk off my humps) Nice song though. Guys, you should buy me some icies and then you can sing: She's got me spen-din'... =P



Anyway, GTA is a fun game, especially if you're a very sick and destructive person.



Rohan: *laughs hysterically* Look at that guys leg! It flew right across the street! *laughs some more*
Brandon: Man, you're sick la. *covers eyes*



Anyway, right after that, Brandon took back control of the weapons and proceeded to murder some more passersby without so much as batting an eyelid. So much for empathy, huh?



The bazooka is a cun-ted weapon, especially for blowing up helicopters. =D The sniper is great if you can get yourself up to a high spot. Byebye, innocent people. *malicious laughter* My favourite weapon is the gun thingy, I'm not sure what the name is, but you sure can take out a whole row of bystanders with one spread shot. Then sit back and watch the blood splatter like fireworks. Muhahahaha. The only downside is that it only has 60 rounds of ammo, then you have to stop to reload, and this could pretty much cost your life. =P



Jun Yan: Nice view!
*person walks by*
Jun Yan: Eh, you blocking my view.
*SPLAT! Person's head flies off and blood starts gushing out like a waterfall*
I couldn't help laughing, even though I knew it was sick and twisted. (Haven't I always been sick and twisted anyway?)



Anyway, get this game if you want a few laughs. If you can't stand the sight of blood? Don't even think or dream about it.



Stephanie's last words before being packed off to camp: *takes gun and fires* DIE PEOPLE DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *insert cue: pretend you're dead now, or I will run you over with the police car whose owners I had murdered and you'll die anyway.* STILL not dead yet? Fine, flamethrower time! Woohoo! Barbecued humans for dinner? YAY! It's finger lickin' good! =D

You call that a blog? *harsh laugh* Pathetic.

Recently, I have come across several blogs, which are pathetic little things you would want to turn your back, run away and never visit that page again.
For they have crossed the line on the 10 sacred blogging taboos *gasp* (Wait, how can taboos be sacred? Anyway...) So here they are, Stephanie's 10 blogging taboos.


Taboo #1: Ch4t5p34k

Who the hell do you think wants to read your chatspeak? Lyke c3r741nly I D0n'7!!!shiftone11!! Chat speak may have been cool 5 years ago, but definitely isn't now. Or maybe now being uncool is the new in thing, and you guys are trying to be uncool to be cool....(?) But anyway, if you type in chatspeak, you can be sure that people like myself will never visit your page again.




Taboo #2: Multicoloured Text

This is a big no-no. Text like this makes people want scream in frustration when they try to decipher your text. You want to 'express your creativity'? Take a box of crayons and sit in the corner with a drawing pad, like the baby you are.


Taboo#3: Invisible text <------Triple click here

Do you think you readers are going to spend their time triple-clicking or pressing Ctrl+A to read your blog? Maybe some tolerant viewers will, but you can count me out as one of them. LOSERS!!! Hahaha.


Taboo#4: Using too many short forms

For me, this is highly irritating. In fact I get vv mad whn i rd this. Last ngt, I almst blew my top ovr this. Leaving out vowels just proves what a bad speller/typist you are.


Taboo#5: Posting nothing but pictures

There's a photo album for this reason you know? And without putting captions, how the hell are we supposed to know what you're trying to tell us? I may be *coughcoughcough*super-smart*hack* but I'm definitely not psychic. My pokemon may be, (*hugs Ralts*) but you can't count on everyone having Ralts with them, can you?


Taboo#6: Posting up lyrics and nothing else (also known OMG! I LOVE THIS SONG! syndrome)

OMGOMGOMG THIS SO LYKE SO TTL RAWKS MY SOX!!!! <insert copy-and-paste lyrics of song here>
It's irritating, ok? I know you love that song, but this is a blog, not letssingit.com.


Taboo#7: CAPITALIZATION

IF YOU IDIOTS DIDN'T KNOW, ON THE INTERNET, CAPITAL LETTERS ARE THE EQUIVALENT OF YELLING. SO KEEP YOUR RUDENESS TO YOURSELF, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!


Taboo#8: PRe-SCHooL CHaTSPeaK

THiS iS WHeRe PeoPLe CaPiTaLiZe THe CoNsoNaNTS oR ViCe VeRSa. iRRiTaTiNG HuH? O_o GeeZ, I DoN'T KNoW HoW You GuYS CaN TYPe LiKe THiS, I'M eXHauSTeD aLReaDY.


Taboo#9: Ignoring Punctuation

This is so stupid since no one can tell where your sentence starts and where it ends its kinda like those mensa puzzles where you try to divide all sentences equally and have them make sense as well only this time its for complete cretins dont you think so i do and i dont care if you dont it annoys me very much


Taboo#10: The last but not least...THe sUPeR  cOMbo

This is a bloggers worst nightmare. A combo of all the above sins.  I don't even want to talk about it.

aND So I coNCLude My SPeEch tHANks v much aND gNitE YOU IMBECILES

If you can read this, you've probably commited one these sins as well. -smacks- Now you have to promise me to blog nicely or I'll boycott your page forever! Muahahahaha.......

=The end, thank you=

Your favourite antagonist,
Stephanie
P.s. On blogging hiatus until 27th November, so ta-ta people. Even if you miss me (as if) I certainly won't miss you!! -evil cackle-

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One question.


Do I look like a boy? Do I sound like one? Do I act like one?


Ok, that's 3 questions, but what the hell. I may have a boy's figure, and be generally less girlish than the girlie crowd out there, but is there anyway to justify THAT?? *points downward*


Click for full pic, please.


O_o...I get tons of these everyday.


Conclusion#1
I made a mistake when signing up for hotmail, and selected my gender as 'Male'.


Conclusion#2
Stephanie has suddenly become a girls's AND boy's name.


Conclusion#3
It's for me to forward to my boyfriend. o_o Since his penis isn't big enough. Actually, I don't have a boyfriend, but tell that to the spam company.


Conclusion#4
Apparently, I'm not giving my non-existent boyfriend enough pleasure in bed, and they found out. *gasp*


Conclusion#5
There's a top secret gene mutation lab in the United States producing hermaphrodites! And the media got hold of their top secret blueprints and produced a super-drug that is *cough*'super-fast' with 'perfect results'. o_o The US government threatened to kill each and every one of the drug-producers, but they weren't afraid since they could now double their sales, since now girls could have penises too! -super gasp-
Hahaha....wait, does this mean....does this mean that people could have sex with themselves now?? =O -jawdrop-


HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!


P.S. I like the last conclusion the most. =D


P.P.S. Hey, it's likely ok?? -conspirational whisper- Who knows what the US government might be doing? -shifty eyes-


P.P.P.S.*cough* *coughcoughcough*At least I don't have writer's pop like *cough* Yap.*cough*

Celeb crushes, what for??

I'm curious. Recently I read a book about a teen celebrity going undercover. He's nothing special. An average kid in high-school, until it's revealed to the that he is THE hot-shot teen celeb of the century.
Then everyone stalks him. The fans and the paparazzi. What sets them apart from everyone else? I want to know. Other than their obvious talents, at singing, performing, acting etc.


They're only human after all. For all you care, it could be YOU.


Ok, imagine you had your 5 minutes of fame, just like William Hung on American Idol. You did crap at singing your favourite song, but whatever, it's was only 5 minutes on national TV right? The embarassment's all over, or so you think.


Then suddenly everyone is stalking you. A random picture of you eating at a hawker stall is featuring in Galaxie, there are pictures of your friends and family on MTV, and bullshit articles about your personal life is sitting on newsstands everywhere. A gajillion fan clubs mushroomed out of nowhere on the Internet overnight.


Remember the discarded tissue that you blew your nose on? Well, good ol' tissue is selling on E-bay for a thousand bucks. Then finally, you go..."WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING??"


Don't you think celebrities feel that way too? After all, they're human, just like you. What's so special about them? That makes them have fans worshipping the ground they stand on, stalkers trailing them to the toilet, and paparazzi hiding in that bush next to their home, hoping to snap a picture of them brushing their teeth or something?


I certainly wouldn't like that. It would seriously suck.


Admit it, you had that one-time serious, serious crush on that hot rock-star, and kissed all his CD covers before going to sleep. (I'm not saying there's a certain SOMEONE who does this, though there could be. *grin*) What drove you to do that?


Dreams that someday you would marry the guy? Puh-leeze. You KNOW that's not gonna happen. But so what if you do? Marry the guy, I mean?


Oh, you tell me you've found the man of your dreams and you're living happily ever after, yaddayaddayadda.


Goodness, WAKE UP! This is EARTH, not UTOPIA. Every person has their flaws, believe or not. Angelina Jolie has them, Josh Groban has them, Brad Pitt has them, geez, even BONO has flaws.
And why are you still lusting after that guy/girl that you don't even KNOW??


You don't know? Wait, I hear you saying...


"Oh my god! He/She's sooooooo cute! And did you see that movie he/she did? Remember that scene??? It's SOOOOOO COOOOOOL!!! I LURRRVE IT!!! WOOHOO!! <insert celebrity name here> RAWKS!!!"


Tell me that and I'll smack you. You DO know that it's just a movie/song, right?


So that's obviously not real. Now, clear your head, think again and tell me why.


*hears nothing*


What?? You don't know why you have a POTC movie poster on your wall? You don't know why Orly Bloom is your permanent desktop wallpaper? You don't know why you sleep with Lindsay Lohan picture under your pillow?


*hears more silence*


See? There definitely are mysteries in the universe that can't be solved. At least not by your lowly minion, Poofanie. :o( Guess I'll never learn the secret charm celebrities have that keep their fans spellbound. Oh well. There'll never be a Stephanie fan club, I guess.

It's definitely not my week. ;.;

Warning: The following post contains a lot of pent-up anger and stress, therefore it is lacking of quality. Read at your own risk.


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I feel so cruddy right now. -cry-


Ever since Friday when I handed in the banner for the Deepavali celebration. *sniff*


I was so proud of my work...cutting out the letters, painting them and sprinkling glitter (even though I messed up with the glitter and my mom had to do it =P). And then when I saw the backdrop it was to be against......oh my god. Purple sari with bright golden embroidery...it was so beautiful until my horrible paper letters were pinned up against it.


Bright red, green and blue poster colour paint with 2 ringgit glitter, against that piece of art?? -faints-
So I sat there and watched the adults pin it up, trying -hard- to pretend to like it, feeling like a piece of shit for messing up the decorations.


Imagine working 4 hours without rest and then see your work practically destroying the decor. Horrible, innit?


Sadly, that Friday night, I couldn't sleep until 4 am, which sucked. Then I had to wake up at 10:30 am for my piano lesson with my super weird teacher who thinks that she's my best friend (???) and her devilish little son who loves to press the car horn following the rhythm of the piano. -_-''


*Mozart's Sonatina playing*


Lalalalala *plonk* (wrong note)..........lalalalalalala....................very nice song...


Suddenly,


PONPONPONPONPONPONPON!!!!!!!!!! (car horn if you didn't know)


*laughter from said little boy*...*honks some more*


*sigh*


I felt like walking over and dunking the little kid's head into the pond. Bleh.


As if the day didn't start off horribly enough already, I had a dental appointment immediately after my piano class. You DO know about my low tolerance level with kids, right? :o(


In the clinic, there was a young Down's Syndrome kid kicking the couch, screaming and whining at his mom. Geez, like my ears didn't need a rest after all that honking.


"Maa-aa-aa.......taknaktaknaktaknak.....*hits mother*.


Anyway, the dentist tightened my braces AGAIN and made it hurt really bad. Thanks, that did a lot to improve my mood. Grr.


Then my mom asked the dentist how long more I needed to wear my braces.


"Oh, another 6 months more I think, at the rate she's going." I SWEAR her face was completely gleeful under that accursed paper mask. The last time I asked her, she said it'd be out in FOUR BLOODY months. LIAR! I've HAD THEM ON FOR NEARLY 4 YEARS NOW, and the time I need to wear them seems to get longer and longer and longer. *complain*


Gee whiz. Starving, I went for the Deepavali dinner.


Guess what they had? Tandoori chicken, fried prawns, fried rice, some green gloop that only reminded too much about the previous posts's leeks. Yummm........^_^ *is happier already*


*Takes a cracker while waiting for dinner*


-bite-


YEOWWWWWW!!!! My teeth hurt so bad. -tries to bite again- Oh my god, I can't bite a BLOODY FISH CRACKER!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! What about the tandoori chicken??? -cry-


So I sat there all alone. Guilty, hungry, sleepy, extremely grumpy and with a toothache. No make that TEETHache.


So I tried to drown my sorrows with a cup of punch.


-holds cup while trying to find other snacks-


*BUMP*


This huge guy walked BACKWARD of all directions, and his elbow went /splat/ into my cup. And the contents of the cup splattered all over me.


All over ME, MY NEW NECKLACE that my cousin gave me, on my bag that I JUST WASHED, and on the floor. NONE on the clumsy guy AT ALL. HOW FAIR IS THAT?? Really, really pissed, I went to find my mom. She was talking to her friends.


"Hi girl." -takes in drenched appearance of her daughter- "You took a shower ah? Who gave you a shower?" -looks at Dad and friends-


Laughter, and more laughter. How nice.


Stomping away to dry off in front off this huge fan, I passed a couple of friends. This really nice 'gentleman' as he calls himself, *roll eyeball* greeted me. And bloody, I just snapped. I SNARLED at him for goodness sake, though I really hope he dismissed that.


Now, I'm SLEEPY, HUNGRY, IN PAIN, DRENCHED and feeling bloody GUILTY.


How awfully, terribly nice.


A couple of people stopped to ask me what's the matter, and I just waved them off. And when my friend wanted to start a conversation, he leant on my shoulder, I just went, "My shoulder is NOT a bloody ARM rest!" I could feel my face twisting into a snarl again. He just backed off, not a word, not even his customary "Chill, man."


Gee, I always scare the shit out of people. I wonder why. *inserts sarcasm here* I wonder if my friends even want to come see Harry Potter with me after all that. Or even talk to me, for that matter.


This sucks.


SOMEBODY COME CHEER ME UP! -cry- Pat me on the back or something. I'll even allow you to give me hug, that's just how crappy I feel.
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........Or maybe just hand me that chocolate bar.

Unorthodox.

[Date and time unknown so I made it up]


That's my favourite word. Other than 'oxymoron' and 'owning' and 'evilness' of course.


Unorthodox. See the way it rolls off your tongue? Yummmm.......


We live in such a superficial world nowadays. People judge you by what you wear, what you do, what music you listen to...etcetc. I'm sure you get what I mean.


So I'm gonna relish in my weirdness and unorthodoxness. I'm not sure if I used the word right...:/ I'm pretty sure it's for actions...ANYWAY...


Why am I different? Because I am. :P  I don't get influenced by other people. Well, at least I try HARD not to. I don't listen to Papa Roach, or pierce my nose to look and 'feel' cool. Because that wouldn't be me.


When other people are fawning over SOAD or Slipknot...I'm listening to Britney Spears, because I like it.Screw those who say she's 'poppy' and not cool.
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When people are decking out themselves in shiny accessories and have chains hanging from studded belts...I'm wearing a T and jeans, because I feel comfy in them.
Screw those who think it's boring.
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When people are busy counting calories...I'm having YET another caramel frappe, because I love frappes, so there.
Screw those who think it's fattening.
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When people are having wet dreams...I dream about chasing faceless people and throttling them to death, because I'm like that.
Screw those who think it's weird.
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When wannabes are sucking up to the cool people, trying to be part of the 'in' crowd...I'm hanging out with my friends, even if they are so-called nerds, because I'm cool like that.
Screw those who think it's loser-ish.
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When people are typing in ch4t5p35k, I use proper grammer, because I don't want to let my literacy go to waste.
Screw those who think it's uncool.
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When people are showing off their newest handphones which they don't use...I'm sitting in the corner playing my 3 year old Gameboy, because I'd choose Pokemon over SMSes any day.
Screw those who think it's childish.
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When people are spending an hour primping...I'm walking around with uncombed hair, because my time's more precious than my hair.
Screw those who think it's inappropriate.
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So WHAT do I think is cool? I hear you ask. ;D
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THIS is what I think is cool.

Zachary Dean. The sexiest guitar alive. So there. =D
...Trust me, this boy ALIVE!

Sparkly pink nail polish! Plain black is so...boring.
And it's NOT gross to post pics of your toes on your blog. =o

Poddie! <3 My pink iPod mini with her skin on. :D
Nicer than YOUR mp3 player. Mwahaha.

Pokemon. I don't care. It'll always be my favourite game. *huggles Pichu*

Having a sweat-drenched Pierre Bouvier panting right in front of you is cool, too. *wink* =D

Last pic, since it's 2 am and the photo thing takes SO long to load...
FLUNKIES!!!! Hahahaha!!!! Followers are cool.
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No, not really...I just put this is to annoy her. Mwahaha....cause i'm evil like that. *evil laugh*
There ya go, guys. Dear ol' Sunshine wearing only her super long skirt! (and a very, very odd look on her face, which I haven't noticed before) Heeheehee....
Don't you just love me for me?