Mmhmm...

I woke up today at 1.15 pm and read Yi Ling's blog.

Cheapest. Lunch. Ever.

Yummm....today we ate at the newly renovated Kenny Rogers outlet at Midvalley. All the staff were so well trained...


Staff #1: Good afternoon ma'am!
Me: Uh, hey.
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Staff #2: Good afternoon ma'am! Welcome to Kenny Rogers!
Me: *ma'am???*
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Staff #3: Good afternoon ma'am!
Me: Uhhhhhh, yeah.
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Staff #4: Good afternoon ma'am!
Me: *mumbles* Enough already!


Finally we reached our table. Geez. I had my usual: Black Pepper Quarter Chicken and a Coke.
Both my parents ordered a quarter set with 3 side dishes and mu muffin each. (I stole my mom's muffin of course, it was CHOCOLATE!! yumm......)


Fine, fine. I'll get to the point: the price.


Guess how much my mom paid for the whole lunch? ( 2 quarter sets + one quarter chicken + coke)
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Ok, I'll tell you lah. The lunch=RM 37.70
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THEN my mom gave the waiter her calling card. +5% dicount :D
Staff rate. :P
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After that: RM 35.90
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THEN, my mom gave them vouchers she got from attending an AGM meeting or something.
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RM 35.90
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Lyke ONG !!1111shiftone!1!!!!!


So worth it la man.........except for the part where I exited the restaurant.


Staff #1: Thank you for eating at Kenny Rogers!


Me: *here we go again*
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Staff #2: Thank you, buh-bye!
Me: *why on earth do they have to be so goddamn CHEERFUL??*
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Staff #3: Thank you!! Please come again!
Me: *dies from the stares (and smirks)from all over the restaurant*
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Staff #4: Thank you! Have a good afternoon, and please visit again!
Me: *mental breakdown* MOOMMMMYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Camp?

=D This year's camp was uber-fun...after my sis left I'm the only alpha-female there. ;o) Actually there's Sas too...but I get loyalty privileges right? I've never missed a single camp since the first camp in 1998 where there were only about 20 people, and we stayed at Aunty KT's house. Now there's 80 people. =( So many, so crowded.

Pottery

Anyway we did lots of fun stuff, like pottery. Only no one made pots. Hehe, everyone made little scuptures, like cakes and flowers, but no pots. I myself made a bird and a lotus...only meddling kids broke of the leaf of my lotus and the tail of my bird, which took my 15 minutes to make and another 30 minutes to stick on cause it was so delicate. *cry* I was very, very angry when I saw my tail-less bird. The offender didn't even bother to leave the broken tail behind so I could fix it. EVIDENCE DESTROYER! *complain* Anyway, anger got the better of me when I lost my temper while holding my little pretty birdie...I broke both its wings off in my fit of rage. What? You're laughing at me?! No fair...=( Now my bird is a handicap...not tail no wings...got head only. Aiya, got brains need beauty for what?

Xmas Card =D

All the kids also joined forces to make a huge Xmas card...they punched out little glittery bits of paper and pasted them on the card, to give it a colourful homemade look. There were snowflakes, stars, flowers and such. Aunty KT asked me to think of ideas to decorate the inner flap of card, the oppurtunity of which was used to throw my alpha-female weight around. ;o) I suggested that I (not we)draw a huge angel, which I was permitted. Painstakingly, I drew the angel with nice flowing wings and dress...I thought my drawing was rather crappy, as they normally are when I blow them up to A3 size, but I liked it anyway.

Football

As usual, the boys and uncles had their annual football match. (Why wasn't I included? *cry*) We went to the Jalan Gasing field to watch the guys get all hot and sweaty, while the girls and spare players cheered from the sidelines. I cheered for a little while until the boys started losing (I jinxed them, haha) Then Saswiny, Nisha and I went to Sas' friends house which was just a couple roads away. They had a cute little house and the family was really nice - they served us Ribena and chocolate cookies even though we only went there for the bathroom. xD

Reshmonu

On the way back from their house, I saw this guy jogging round the field. I was thinking to myself, geez, another Reshmonu wannabe...what with black and red braids and all. Then the guys noticed him and started laughing and staring. Then one of the guys called out from the field 'HEY RESHMONU!' He waved and grinned. Then I was like GEEZ, it's really him. Hahaha...good for the boys, they're huge Resh fans who sing Hey Waley whenever they can. I'm not really a fan, and I actually find his songs kinda irritating, but basically he's a nice guy. =)

He told the guys to wait until he made another round around the field and patiently signed personalized autographs for the guys and shook hands with all of us. He took a picture with a couple of the guys, and left to do some crunches, sit-ups, pumping and goodness-knows-what else. Gotta keep that bod fit, ya know? It's funny to see my friends so star-struck...I was like, lets get autographs and sell it on Ebay! All I got was filthy 'how could you do that?' looks. Oh well. Didn't I say I wasn't a fan?

Anyhow, the guys and uncles tied (5-5), which is a good sign, since the boys lost consecutively for 3 years, I think. They deserve to win next year. (So that my cheering won't be in vain =D)

Car Wash

We also had a car wash. =D=D=D (Excuse to get wet) The first was fun, and by the end of the day we were completely drenched and RM70 richer. =) The next day, while I was having a chess game with Jeanette I was shocked to hear Saswiny tell me that the boys had asked the girls to do the car wash by ourselves so that they could play freaking FOOTBALL. WHERE'S OUR WOMEN'S RIGHTS??? I was so pissed that I almost lost to Jeanette. How embarassing. Whatever. I gave the 'supervisor' an earful, although it wasn't really his fault. He was like 'Ok, ok. I won't go, I didn't bring my boots anyway.' o_o Is that supposed to make me feel better or feel guilty? I still have no idea.

I don't care what they say, if the boys HAD gone, I'd have made my friends boycott the carwash, leaving only the Penang gang (which consists of 4 willing workers) to do all the dirty work, while the boys are having a hell of a time at Jalan Gasing.

In the end, they didn't go...but they didn't exactly help with the car wash either. To hell with them. But at least some of the guys took their responsibilty and helped, unlike the twits who spent the evening playing football, while we work our butts off to raise funds. Not that the car wash was something I dreaded, but it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing, ya know?

Chess

An inpromptu chess tournament was organized, and I happily signed up, since I love playing Chess. Not to mention that this is one of the only times where I can enjoy a good chess game with players that are actually challenging. I blame this on the common perception that chess is a boring game. Yeah right, if chess is boring, then the dictionary has no term left to describe window-shopping.

Anyhow, the tournament was a best of 3 thing, so I only had to win 2 out of three to advance. The first opponent was easy. Even Sean, this 9-year-old boy who is astonishingly good at chess, agreed. 'Khaielaash, (sp?) you're soooo gonna lose' *shakes head* Such a cute boy. =D Well, anyone that supports me is cute, from my point of view, heehee.

I was a little worried about my 2nd round, against Jakaesh, at 19 years old, the senior of the camp. However, Aunty KT was right when she said that age doesn't matter when playing chess. I steamrollered over him the first two rounds, as I did with Khaielaash.

The 3rd round (and semi-final) was against Nitya, who was, along with her brother Kaness, notoriously good at chess. I was dead nervous...I lost the first round without much resistance. But as I said before, I tend to do better when faced with tough competition, and finally I beat Nitya. A little thanks to Jun Yan too *wink* Shh, don't tell anyone I had outside help.

With that victory in my hands, it was time for the finals. My opponent, unsurprisingly, was Kaness. All I can say is Kudos to this guy. He checkmated so fast in the first round I barely had time to blink. His confidence scared me too, his words 'checkmate' were accompanied with such a smug grin, I was practically speechless. The second round was grueling, I started first, and he copied Jun Yan's strategy by mirroring my every move. It's very irritating if you didn't know. It's like the Shan Shan of chess strategies. About 10 moves into the game, I finally shook him off by sacrificing my pawn. One by one, I murdered his key pieces, queen included, until he finally gave up.

For me, the queen isn't my key piece. I love my bishops to death, as they tend to go unnoticed, whereas the queen tends to be the target of assassination. xD As for the results? We will never know, Kaness and I never had time to finish and it was declared a tie. =D I felt slightly relieved, albeit a slightly discontented relief, as I didn't get the chance to find out who was the better player after all. =( In the end, we shared the prize, which was a bag of gummies that we distributed to the kids. We're so nice, aren't we? =P

Museum Visit

On Saturday, the last day of camp (=() We all went to the National Museum. I hated the place. At first I thought it was ok. It's kinda nice to see life-size models of animals that you normally can't get close to in the woods...like crocodiles, tigers and such. Well, nice until the guard told me they were REAL. Sure enough, when I went closer (and squatted down) I could see operation marks on the tiger and a couple of bullet (tranquilizer?) holes. I was like, MURDERERS!!!

As if that wasn't bad enough, seeing the dead tiger and crocodiles, I saw an orang-utan staring through the display case with glassy eyes. Wait, AREN'T THEY ENDANGERED???!! Then what the hell are they doing here in glass display cases, slaughtered and gutted for all the world to see? Is this what the government wants to do? Encourage hunting? I am NEVER going there ever again. It's not a bloody museum (well, in a way it is, pun intended), it's an effing GRAVEYARD!!! If there's anywhere that's haunted, it's most definitely the museum. Visit the museum at your own risk. And endangered ghosts aren't the only that will haunt you, my wrath shall be taken out upon you if you even go near that filthy place. *snarls*

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That's all I have to say about camp. For today, anyway. What with multiple messages from Yap reminding me that she WAI-TING and my persistent cold that has now morphed into a horrible sore throat and cough. So good night folks! ;o) Can't wait for next year's camp. (And PMR results =D)

The epic tale of friendship: The burdens of my teenage years

When I say 'teenage years', what do you think of? Yes, they're the best years of your life, we're finally growing up, we have pimples, hardest part of life yadda yadda yadda.


I don't know what YOU think. When I say that, thanks to some individuals, I think of sex-crazed, obnoxious, rebellious young minds. It's all really odd, really. Because people I used to know have changed SO much. And it's all his fault. HIS fault, you know, THE MAN.


As many of you know, I grew up mostly around guys. :o) So the changes happen so subtly, even I hardly notice it. So much for being observant. When I was 10 or 11, I could run around with my friends without bothering if my neckline fell too low (not that I have much too show xD), or if I could spend the night together with a guy in the same room. Actually, what does it matter now?

As if my growing pains weren't  bad enough, SHE had to come along and mess up whole life. When I was trying so hard to convince all the conservative aunties to let me sleep together with the guys  on the floor(instead of next to some old fart who probably snores the whole night and hogged the blankets)on the eve of a friend's birthday party, she was right there whining like a sick pig ('but I want to sleep with them TOO!'). Almost ruined my whole night. You know how fun it is with sleepovers? Yeah, she was there to ruin it.


But nevermind, I got the all clear. BUT, she got to sleep next to me. If you know her well enough, she was a blanket-hog that gets violent while sleeping. She sleeptalks and snores too. Wait...the thing is, this girl had a HUGE (I can't explain) crush on one of my friends. So while I was trying to chat to my friends, she was there giving furtive glances to that boy in particular. And giggling. How embarassing.
"Shes's YOUR friend" "What? I have nothing to do with her!" If you couldn't tell, that was the silent conversation that only friends can master. It's all about the death glares, baby.


Okay, let me explain the love triangle (or some other weird shape). X and Y are my guy friends. A and B are two female...acquaintences. Blahblahblah , A and B had huge crushes on X *roll eyeball*; Y had huge crush on B; X was interested in A. Got that? So congrats to A and X.

X was one of my close friends, and we decided to take a peek at B's 'secret' diary that fateful night. (B was the girl that slept over) Of course, I love reading other people's diaries. :D And when she boasted about how well she hid her diary, I wanted to find it all the more. So X and I waited until all was quiet, and started searching for our prize.

Guess where the diary was? In her BLANKET. Geez, that was called good? Unlocked too. So X and I had a ball of a time reading her secret thoughts about X. It wasn't as juicy as I had expected. :K (I'm evil, aren't I? *smug grin*)


The best part was when B woke up the next morning, giving us this smug smile. "Bet you couldn't find my diary, eh?" And she felt her blanket for the coveted book, and found it exactly where it was the night before. O, how hard X and I had to try and supress our grins.

Then came the feud. B found out that we read her diary. Uh-oh.


Girls: "How could you do that?"
Boys: "She made me do it!"
*dies*
And the worst part. They made me pick a side. My worst mistake ever.
Guess what? I decided to pick the girls over the guys. The worst damned mistake ever.

Thankfully, my relationship with the guys wasn't irreparable. Though I think they're still wary of me. And yeah, I quit football too. You know why??? Because B insisted on playing as goalie (which was ahem, one of MY positions)


I also played badly because of the guilt of troubling the guys with A and B following me around like sick puppies, especially to the field. AS IF I LIKED THAT A LOT!


The guys started to dislike the girls then, you know lah, puppy love doesn't last long. (after the trouble they put me through!) So with the girls acting like my shadow, following me everywhere...even to the BATHROOM for goodness sake!! They guys avoided them, and in the course avoided me! Curses.

Not to mention the girls questioning me like some guilty criminal everytime I talked to the guys. I'm like haiyooo......., they're my friends lah, I'm not gonna steal him from you or something! Then of course the girls became angry with me talking to them like that, and now I kena from BOTH sides.
But thanks to my infinite genius. :o) I solved the problem. They don't want to speak to me? FINE! Two can play at that game! Don't want to talk to you also! After weeks, then months, then years...
VICTORY! Both finally got over their childishness and wanted my friendship again. This time I did the wise thing and showed were my loyalties lay: with the guys! :D After making THAT clear, I befriended the girls again. Now BOTH are my friends! Clever or not??


*Ok lah...it didn't really make sense cause I had to edit out some details. If not there will be MAJOR pissage. Directed at me, of course. -_-''*

Quotes

I quote, the citizens of Neopia.


Check out the kind of people that co-exist in our universe.


Future Philosophers:
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
Live forever...or die trying!
uR cOmPuTeR hAs FeeLiNgS, dOn'T hIt It WhEn It RuNs sLoW.
Nothing beats a good dung fight.
a wise person always thinks he is wrong but a foolish person always thinks he is right
To have others LOVE you........You FIRST have to LOVE yourself
.x. it is better to be looked over, than to be over looked.

It's hard to describe yourself in one sentence, as is evident in the following quotes:
I am NOT a NOOB
...Hah me Roaylty... ...and you can't spell?
Obsesses with hot chocolate and marshmallows
I♥CAPS
Nobody saw me do it! You can't prove anything!
WHOO HOO i love rockwhat what WHAT was that you said i coudlnt hear you my ear drums are bustedI
The Queen of Junk
Im A PUNCH,,,, PUNCH....ROCKER!
Oo *Cackle* I'm not a witch oO
I like cheese!!!
HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY TO ME
I'M THE REAL HILARY DUFF
i dont walk or run i...lurk
Don't you lie to me!!! I'm better at it!

Some plain weird quotes:
Your Mother was a hamster...And your Father smelt of elderberries
I attack u with my veggies!!! @*_*@
In unserer sanduhr fällt das letzte korn Ich hab gewonnen und had ebenso verloren
U all can stop screaming now I'm just a harmless ghost
Pic r8tr, but also r8te my pics!...she even got her chatspeak wrong. o.O
No i'm a pro muso, i know my music ...and you insult Green Day??


Desperates (board titles):
GUYS PICK A GIRL TO NEOMAIL!SOMEONE PICK ME! This was just sad...
no boys! got to sneak in!!! (boys get to choose girl to sit next to)
Guys come in and chat(Girls can sneek in)
i told this guy i liked him and now he avoids me but i like his bf wat can i do
Erin//♥ I'm such a ugly kid. Rate my pics....she's asking for it.
ahh...yes...that's right...harder..ahhh...erm...
Retort to an insult to Green Day:
Well personally I disagree. They've worked hard for 15 years to produce good music. And most of the time they have achieved that. Just because they have released a few crappy songs in the last year does not make them bad. Plus, most people only dislike them because it's uncool to dislike them and being uncool is the new cool recently. It's all quite sad really.
Couldn't have put it better myself.


Meh, sorry for the crappy post. My head's been kinda blank since I left school.

o.o Reputation smeared?

Imagine my surprise when Yi Ling told me to go visit the Malay Mail webbie today.
---> www.mmail.com.my <---
Actually I wasn't really surprised, but let's just take a further look...

In case you didn't know, that's our next door neighbour. Our brotherly brothers of St John's Institution. Next.


I clicked on the pic, and this is what I saw:
St Johns' under ACA investigation


KUALA LUMPUR, Oct 25 - One of the country’s premier schools, the St John’s Institution, is under investigation by the Anti-Corruption Agency (ACA) and the Ministry of Education over RM150,000 allegedly ‘missing’ from the school’s funds. More...


Interesting...*click*


You go and read the article yourself, I'm not gonna post here. :K


Well, I'm not really surprised at the level of corruption in our country. That's probably why we're still a 'third-world country'. :o( But in St Johns? That's a little...I dunno, surprising and sad. They're our neighbours after all, must have some 'neighbourly love' maaa...;o)


I have also wondered if MY school had corrupt officials. You know la, all the fund-raisers. Jogathon, Malam Kenangan Silam and all...where on earth did the money go to? And the Majalah Sekolah does not take RM10 to print, you know. Money go -poof!-.


Well that WAS what I thought until they got us the computers (which were really chapalang, btw, and was actually donated by some Datuk's wife) and started to rebuild the Nazareth.


No thanks though, I don't really want to use computers that may crash when if you nudge the CPU with your toe, and study in a building that supposedly has ghosts of beheaded people there. O.o


Well, as they always say, 'better him then me'. So CBN's name is still preserved. *smug grin* Now if only the feature on the front page were another school *cough*SBU*cough*...I'd feel slightly better. :o)


Now before anyone flames me, I AM PROTECTED BY THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH. So nyeh to you too.:P


...or is that only in America?

Somethin useful I learned today. :o)

I learnt that.....*drumroll*....You get free refills at McDonalds! For coke at least...xD You all must be thinking I'm pretty dense to not know all that. :P But hey, no one told me before, and I'm pretty sure the McD people don't want the word out, after all they will rugi mah. :D


Nisha, Jeanette, Shan Shan, Kishor and I went out to McD today...there were some really weird people there. I saw this guy that was REALLY, really tall, he must be well over 6 feet. :O Weird, cause his girlfriend was like THREE heads shorter than him. :S You see people? Don't tell me I won't be able to find a boyfriend with my height. :P:P:P But of course, that was where the guy was taller so...:*


And then I saw this person, at first I thought SHE was really, really tall. I was happy cause hey, if there are more tall girls around then I won't stick out so much anymore.^^ Then Shan2 started sniggering and pointed at that *girl. She said 'Look at that guy! He's gay!' and started laughing like crazy. I was like :O:O OMG. HE was standing with his ass sticking like those gedik girls at shopping malls, and HE was wearing a BRA! ROTFLLMAOOL!!! I was like NO way...It's a definitely a GIRL, but then I never caught sight his/her (?) face. Then Kishor said it's DEFINITELY a guy. Well, I take the guy's word for it so....HAHAHAHA!!!


Ok, there's nothing wrong with pondans and all, but, I SWEAR, this one looked so odd I couldn't help gaping. Yea so you wanna be a girl...but you have to wear girl's underwear also?? xDD
Weird stuff around nowadays...well, I get more laughs, then better lah. n.n


~Poofie.

What I did in school. (And other stuff)

Ok, so on Thursday I went to school, because apparently only 30+ people went to school on Wed...x.x
But I was gonna go anyway, so...


So they had this art and design ceramah which I found kind of interesting, since I like art and all that. Some people found it bo-ring. Poor them. If you get bored so easily, no doubt you'd have a pretty boring life. (Great vocab eh?)


Apparently you only need 3 credits (which is?) for SPM to go to a good art school. Which is no prob...Get A for english, math and science and I'm SO outta the stupid school. xP


At the end there was a Q&A session, and everyone refused to ask questions, until YAY free pens! =) 
So I made up a really stupid question, which is the one above, about qualifications, and I got a free pen^^ Booyah! That was pretty much the highest point of the day. :( Btw, the pen writes pretty well for a ball-point. :D


After school, I had to wait for 50 bloody minutes under the shade at tangga ampang, because there was a HUGE jam. Bleh. And hell, my thighs (and ass) hurt like shit, sitting there for so long. Everyone had had their parents pick them up already, so I was sitting all alone waiting for the exhaust fumes to colour my lungs black. And THANK GOODNESS they built a shade all the way to the bus stop, because it started to RAIN. T_T Unfair. I told myself I'm gonna think twice before I go to school again.


But nooo....then I remembered, like the idiot I was, that I promised Siew Lei I'd go to school to keep her company. :O See? I'm so kind-hearted and co-operative.:P I really hate wearing my PBSM uniform because yeah, my shirt reaches half-way down my thighs and my pants don't even make it to my ankle. x.o My body is so horribly out of proportion. Nyeh.


Anyway, we did mazes in school to see if we were 'kritis and kreatif' or not. If you didn't know, I happen to LOVE mazes and yeah, I DO kick-ass at them. *perasan xP* Abuthen I didn't finish first. O.o I think Valerie beat me to it. So I took my pencil and traced it through-out the whole maze as quick as I could. I made to the next round, and the next, and the next.


It was supposed to be by elimination (the first few who finished the first round could move on to the next round...etc) But THEN, the slow-coachies who couldn't finish the first round fast enough to move on to the second round, took the third round mazes. CHEATS!!! I finished the first four papers and didn't get the fifth sheet (level 3). T_T Big deal, I hear you say...but HEY I love mazes, didn't I tell you that? This maze was AWESOME.


It was almost A3 sized and each passage was like,only  2 mm thick. It's not even made out of straight lines. Imagine that. I'd take a photo, but the maze is downstairs and my cam is upstairs, and I'm a fat lazy bum, so nahhhhh.


Ohohoh, I forgot. After the art and design thingy on Thurs, some lady came to SELL tuition. Bleh. 'I'm not here to sell you tuition, but you MUST remember, SPM is the KEY to your future!' Yeurgh. I've made it this far with no tuition whatsoever. Hey, the only subject I fail constantly is Sejarah, and that's because I don't study Sej at all. Actually, I don't study ANY subject at all. -_-'' But am I the last of the class? Noooo, not even close. :K (If you're still blur, my point is that tuition does NOT help you score at EXAMS, it only helps you score with GUYS or whatever you people do at tuition centres.)


But, what can I say? People love good packages. Have a good location (at St Johns, down the road), air-conditioned classrooms, and throw in some boys, and everyone is raring to sign up. *sigh*
It was like last time this guy, Jackson Ng came to our school to give a ceramah on 'How to Be A Top Student'. Frankly, I thought this guy was talking complete bullshit, but to my horror, practically EVERYONE was in awe of him. I was like, DUH, can't you see he's just here to sell his goddamned books??


Bet he made a huge profit at the end of the day, selling a book of advice, that my parents and sis have drilled into my head almost everyday of my life. 'Study consantly! Study before play! Be comfortable while studying!' You have to be a real IDIOT to not know all that. HEY! Why not I design a book cover, and my sis can write a book on how to be a top student and then have my parents give ceramah at all the schools? Then YAY!!! We'll all be MILLIONAIRES! -_-''


People are bloody gullible nowadays. Just you read all the chain letters and "NOOO Friendster/MSN/<insert site name here> is closing down!!!!" mails. All I can say is, by now I should have had my eyes gouged out by a little 7 year old, been strangled by the ghost of a little boy, died a hundred horrible deaths, been damned by God for not passing on some religious piece of mail, and lost my boyfriend (who is non-existent).


You know what?? Copy this blog post and send it to all of your friends ten times to win the lottery! Remenber to NOT change the title. If you don't follow what I say, your boyfriend will have sex with another girl, and tonight I'm gonna crawl in through your window and poke your heart out with a stick!


Love, Stephanie.

Profiles...

Ok, I've had a few people come and ask me to do their friendster profiles for them. But even though it was nice of you guys to trust me with customizing your /precious/ profile...it's your -image- after all, but I'm sorry I have to turn you guys down. ): There are just to many variables to consider, like preference, screen resolution, browser types, not to mention my sanity...


Just like on Neopets, I will not be accepting requests for customizing ANYONE's profile. With the exception that I have a permission to your house and access to your computer. I mean my profile isn't very nice after all...what with the border lines and all that I've given up on. So PLEASE find someone else to do it for you, or simply try easy html guides such as www.lissaexplains.com and such.


As for the css/html guide, I will not be continiuing it. Too many questions, I'll jump off KLCC without a parachute before I decide to continue. T_T


So please, don't give up on your own profile. Keep trying and trying until you get what you want. It's not very hard, after all, I took only 3 months to get it all right. ;o)


Good luck customizing!


PS If you find a way to get rid of those awful border lines, message me. =P
~The wicked one~ :K

CSS/Html Help

Due to popular request, I'm gonna make a -simple- CSS/Html guide. It's mainly going to focus on the beginning steps to beautifying your profile, and I'm not going to go into advanced coding. It's my first time, so please bear with me, if my explanations are not clear. And please DO leave a comment so I can always edit this post if I have incorrect info.


*Background*
From now on, background will be referred to as bg. Remember that.
I'm assuming you already have a bg in mind, so make sure it is the correct size to fit your screen resolution. (1024x768 etc.)


To make sure your bg is the correct size, press Print Screen. You should have your internet browser (Internet Explorer, Firefox, Netscape etc.) open when you do this. The button is located somewhere above the up and down keys. After that, open MS Paint (which is what I use) and paste it there. Now take your bg pic and place it over the image. To do this, select "Paste From" from the toolbar. Edit it to fit properly over the image. *Make sure you fit the picture properly, DO NOT INCLUDE the tool bars and etc.* Place it over what you would see in your browser ONLY. Now that you have your correct size, cut out your bg (not including tool bars etc.) and paste it on a new page. Save it.


Now that you have the correct size, you have to host your bg pic. You can use this website: http://www.imageshack.us/


You can upload a maximum of 1024KB. Browse for your pic and click 'Host it'. Use the second last code on the page.


So now you have your bg code, which is: body{background:url(PUT URL HERE)


*Note: Ok, I left this out last night. At the very beginning of your code, you need to put this: <style type="text/css">After that, every following tag will need to have <style>at the beginning, and </style> at the end.


So your bg code will look like this: <style>body{background:url(PUT URL HERE)</style>


So far, your whole code will look like this:
<style type="text/css">
<style>body{background:url(PUT URL HERE)</style>


There are other codes to adjust your pic, but as I have already instructed you to adjust your pic before you host it, It should fit just fine.


To be continued...

I hate you.

I am furious. Seriously pissed off. In a I'll-scream-at-you-if-you-come-near-me-mood. I HATE THIS BLOODY COMPUTER!!!!!


I spent almost 3 whole hours plotting a bloody map that has 244 doors and hundreds of passageways. And one page shows only 5 doors/passageways at a time. So here I was, patiently cutting and shrinking and pasting the doors one by one. I gave names to the doors, I labelled the passageways...THAT TOOK ME ALMOST 3 HOURS FOR GOODNESS SAKE. Not to mention I'm so bloody sick I didn't eat anything for the whole damned day.


And THEN guess what my sister's computer did??? One extra message window pops up in MSN, and the whole bloody comp hangs. I thought that was bad enough, AND THEN I restart the comp and find the whole file corrupted!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


I SO, SO, SO can't wait for the day I get my 7 As and get my fucking iMac (yup, SO your superior, stupid comp) so I can abandon this bloody wreck of a computer COMPLETELY. And no thanks to you denn-brain. Your window was the one that made YOUR hopelessly, incapable, incompetent, hapless, junk-heap of a computer hang. You should have bought an iMac in the first place. Not a stupid Dell comp that cost the same price. :K:K:K


Not to mention all the other times it erased my files. Including my coding and programming that each took 5 hours to write and perfect. Adding up to over 50 hours of HARD WORK in total. Not to mention this time it was bloody BORING. You know my tolerance for boring stuff. I was being extra-patient today, and LOOK WHERE IT GOT ME.


One day I WILL get my Mac with it's super-fast processor and I can finally send this neanderthal-ish contraption to the virtual graveyard.


Mark my words, you bird-brain of a computer, if you even have the cheek to call yourself that, your days are numbered. NUMBERED!!! YES, YOU WILL BE SOLD TO THE METAL SCRAP YARD AND BE USED TO MAKE TOILET ROLL HOLDERS AND SEWAGE PIPES. 
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! One day you'll be eating crap, which is a good thing after ALL THE CRAP YOU GAVE ME.


And I really, realy, really hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you......................................................................

List time!

List time!

I'm in the mood for making lists now.(Don't ask why) :o) Today I'm am going to list down the pros and cons of being a girl. And the same for boys. The list is for entertainment's purpose only. You may or may not enjoy it. And don't blame me if you don't. I'm gonna start...now.


# Girls #


-Pros-
*You can paint your nails any colour, without looking gay
*You can talk about anything with your friends...even *cough* private stuff, and not feel uncomfortable
*You can go to toilets in groups without looking sissy
*Don't wanna do PE? Simple. Cramps.
*Want an excuse to skip school? See above.
*You can wear skirts AND jeans withoug getting weird looks
*You can talk too much in class, and the teacher will think it's normal (cause you're a girl, that's why)
*You can flirt your way out of a speeding ticket (this, I read somewhere)
*Too short? There's always heels.
*Blemishes? Foundation. (Not that I'd go near any, since I'm allergic)
*You can always leave the heavy work to the guys, no matter how strong you are. :oP
*When you miss a goal at football, guys will blame it on your extra X-chromosome, and not your own incompetence. (This is sexist, I know. But it's...good, in ways. Like letting the defenders guard down, and earning the privilege of gloating whenever you DO score a goal. Nyeh.)
*You can love pink as much as we want! Maybe it's only me, but...well.


-Cons-
*Guys ALWAYS look down on you. Or think you're vulnerable or something. Grr. Almost always, anyway.
*Sexism
*Sexist jokes. *snarl*
*The mirror in school is never free in an all-girls school
*You get your butt smacked by members of your own gender, as well as the opposite. Which is gross. Yeuch.
*Skirts in school. No business for my coffee-shop. :o(
*Love the electric guitar, and everyone's eyebrows disappear into their hairline.
*No one picks you for sports.
*Bitch-ism
*Cliques. Need I say more?
Mwahahaha. Enough. Gentlemen now. ;-o


# Guys #


Pros
*Kick-ass at computer games
*Same goes for sports. Most anyway.
*You have height. (Not that I'm complaining, but some people I know certainly are)
*When you play an instrument, girls say it's sexy. But when girls do, it's nerrrr-dy.
*You get away with going to school with filthy shoes. During primary, anyway.
*You don't need to take rubella shots Dx
*You don't need to plan what to wear. T-shirt, jeans...maybe the occasional corduroys...
*Low-maintainence hair. (Other than metrosexuals who have an addiction to hair-gel)


Hm...can't think of anything else. Now,


Cons
*You can't cry. Or society will look down on you...majority anyway.
*You take full blame whenever your girlfriend cries
*Paint your nails black...you're a poser punk. Any other colour...o_o
*Get chummy with your guy friends, and you're either a huge lunk of meat between the ears (jocks, as some would say) or just... ...gay.
*You're a half girl! Remember your X-chromosome? :-O Lyke png, that ish sooooo......nevermind.
*You can't get together with you friends and have a pedicure.....x.x Ok, I'm just running out of things to say.


Okok...my brain has been sucked dry by the stupid PMR, because I usually have so much say...but...but...but...*is speechless*


Ok, I'm gonna stop here now.


***List was based on general opinion, which may, or may not be true. Stephanie is not responsible for any offense to you and you fellow gender.***


/Have a good night and Please return in the future./


~El Stefania