Fairy, rose or butterfly?

I want a tattoo.

Yes, a tattoo.

Just a small one. And no, it’s not a snowflake or lion or tiger or dragon or whatever typical ah beng ah lian picture. =.=

I’m debating on a fairy tattoo, a rose tattoo or a butterfly tattoo.

And i want it on the back of my palm. But than again, someone told me that sometimes i might want to hide my tattoo and on the back of my hand, it’s kind of hard to hide unless i practically bandage my hand.

And this leads me to a dilemma again. I don’t want it on my arm, I don’t wear sleeveless clothes anyway. I don’t want it on my back, I don’t wear bareback clothings anyway. I don’t want it on my tummy, i’m not going to show a freaking fat tummy to the world!

I want it on the back of my palm! ARGH.

And and and.. i’m emoing right now cause i’m having those bloody (pun intended) period and waking up to see your undies and short in red when it should really be white is not extactly what i call a very nice morning and having your tummy hurting like crap really spoils my breadfast because i counldn’t finish it and i don’t like to waste food.. and.. sorry. I got carried away.

*ehem* Now where was i?

Oh, i want a tattoo. I’m pretty sure my parents will agree to it but the bf won’t. And i hate it.I want a tattoo!!!

Fairy or rose or butterfly?

*sigh*

I even went to the extent of pasting a fake one on my hand. I shall ignore the fact that it’s full of star and glitter (like who the fuck makes tattoo with glitter you tell me?!) which is super kiddo-ish.

Yeah, that’s how much i want a tattoo.

Updated:

As promised to char, i’m going to post up pictures of how my fake tattoo (yes, with the glitter! I’m still bitter about it.) looks like.

Here’s a closer look at the design. Please ignore the glitter.

I’m starting to like it though. Who knew stars can make me happy. (:

 

Annoying remix

Blogs with music annoys the shit out of me.

It really sucks getting scared the daylight out of you when you’re randomly visiting blogs and techno blast through your speaker out of nowhere. It’s even more irritating when you’re enjoying some music when it miraculously transforms into a remix. Sorry but Beyonce’s irreplaceable and Jay chou’s Dad, i’m back don’t particularly sound nice together.

Of course, if it’s in the HTML of the blog’s template, that’s still tolerable cause you can always click on the stop button in your internet toolbar and the music stops. (If you didn’t know this, wa la! Now you know. Congrats.)

But it those with players are the ones that really gets on my nerve. You practically have to search the whole freaking blog before you can switch it off. And trust me, by the time you find that annoying player, the song had long ended and on it’s replay. Of course, that is if you had stayed long enough to search for the player rather than just aiming for the red X to freedom.

Sometimes though, it seems the blogger deliberatly wants to piss you off. After combing the freaking blog, you stopped the player and thought to yourself, “YES! NO MORE HORRIBLE MUSIC!” and just as you were to dance your victory dance, you hear “..Mai go an ni pa wo ma ma.” (lyrics from Jay chou’s Dad, i’m back.)

NABEH!

This idiot put like one player per post or something! And the music you just heard is not a remix of beyonce and jay chou. It’s an orchestra of jay chou, beyonce, shakira, shaggy and coco lee.

Little wonders why this button seem extremely attractive at times like that. 

 

And it’s just monday morning.

I’ve just changed my seat.

Yes, it’s a nice place and is ideal for eardropping evesdropping on the latest gossip or politics. Ideal to slack and no one will bother me if i just act busy looking at the computer while surfing the net and blog jopping. So if i want, i can blog. (Like what i’m doing now.)

BUT!

If i hear someone* laugh one more freaking time, i swear i’m going to stuff my shoe into her mouth. And my feet ain’t small!

#$&%^*@$#%^!#@$^$&*…

Bloodly hell. Our school’s crazy woman have finally met her match. Everytime she laugh, she send shiver down my spine. YUCK.

Oh shyt, there she go again.

*someone is a colleage at work. 

P.S I just realise Wendy is on leave. !!!!

So what the hell am i supose to do for today?! And of all people, that gan choing person have to take it upon herself to give me work.

Of all people… WHY HER?!

*Sigh*, and it’s just monday morning.

 

Worse nightmare

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

MY HOUSE GOT LIKE TONS OF COCKROACHES.

YUCKS!

GROSSSSSS!!!

AND THEY’RE ON THEIR BACK AND THEIR LEGS ARE MOVING!

OMFG!

THAT IMAGE IS SO DAMN GROSSS.

I’M FEELING ITCHY ALL OVER.

I DARE NOT STEP FOOT INTO THE BATHROOM.

HELL,I’M EVEN AFRAID BEING IN MY ROOM!

I’m going to faint now. No wait! I shall not faint. What if some creepy crawly com lie beside me. WORSE, WHAT IF IT RUN ALL OVER ME.

OMFG!!!

I’M TRAUMATIZE BY MY OWN THOUGHTS.

YUCK YUCK YUCK!!!

I WANT TO MOVE HOUSE. NOW!!!!

 

**Updated.**
Mummy came home just now and i realise that when i whine and scream for help over the phone and said “… there’s ALOT of cockroaches!!”,  it only meant 3 dying cockroaches. One tiny one and two huge ones. Ha!

Mummy practically rolled her eyes until her eyeballs are dropping out. But in the end, she cleared hte tiny one and left the two big ones alone and waited for my dad to clear them. Ha!

ME: Mummy! Still got two more there! So big! *shiver*
Mummy: That one leave to daddy come home than clear.
ME: WHY?! IT’s so gross! Throw away leh!
Mummy: You think i so hero ah?! I also scared kay!
ME: ….

CHEY! HA!

 

I’m your slave.

Picture me, dancing sexily and singing in a sexy voice,

“Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I’m your slave
I’ll let you whip me if I misbehave
It’s just that no one makes me feel this way”

Puuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr.

Sexy?

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Okie not. Puking? Yes. -.-

 

 

 

 

P.S Yes i know my computer is down. I’m currently using my laptop (which i must say i did my very best to make it seem like my desktop. My laptop is now a jumble of wires as i connected a mouse and the computer keyboard to it. I miss my desktop. ):

P.S.S Parents are living in denial. Mum even say if i don’t touch my computer it might on suddenly. AS IF.

P.S.S.S People i approach gives me all kind of answers as to what’s wrong with my computer.

1st one i approach – motherboard got problem
2nd one i approach – motherboard or powerfuse box got problem
3rd one i approach – motherboard or grapfic card got problem

I swear the next one i ask will tell me my mouse got problem. And yes, i’m being sarcastic. I made this remark and someone actually corrected me and tell me it’s impossible. I know i’m a computer idiot but not THAT idiot la. Give you a clue, it’s the 3rd someone. Seriously, i don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

P.S.S.S.S What happen to my computer is that i was using halfway and it just shut off. No sound no nothing. At least to me there’s nothing. And since than i cannot on it again. I tried switching off the power and on-ing again but it’s still as dead as ever.

 

P.S.S.S.S.S MERRY CHIRSTMAS EVE EVE!!

 

Com is down!

My computer is down! It died on me!! I’m feeling oh so miserable now.

And yeah, no updates for now until i sent it to the computer doctor. ):

 

So many precious, so little …

MONEY!

I’ve always thought i have nothing i really want. That is until i went shopping yesterday.

It’s WAH. WAH. WAH AND MORE WAHHHH.

It could me who is deprived of shopping or me who is very deprived of shopping. The clothes! OH MY GOD. SO NICE CAN!!!!

But sadly, nice mostly equals expensive. A simple dress and cost up to $200 can! What? It has gold hanging on it or what? #%$^@#$^..

COUSIN: Jas! you looking for dress right?
ME: Yup!
COUSIN: Look at this! SO PRETTY!
ME: YAH!!! NICE NICE!
COUSIN: Go try on la!
ME: Okie.

*walks away with dress and enters fitting room*
*5 second later*

COUSIN: Ehh! Why never try? The dress so nice.
ME: Nice hor? You look at price. Even nicer.
COUSIN: …

Piangs ehh. $200 over, i doubt i’ll have the chance to wear it even if i’ve bought it. My mum will murder me and kill herself the moment her eyes reaches the tag of the dress.

And i saw this off shoulder top which looks so sexy with my curly hair!

*EHEM. LET ME PRAISE MYSELF ABIT WILL DIE IS IT. PEOPLE NO MONEY BUY AT LEAST MAKE MYSELF FEEL BETTER CAN ANOT.*

Oh! An this other dress that is so cute! *sighs*

If only money can rain into my bank account. Please god, or whoever’s up there, rain money into my bank account. I promise i will go to church or do whoever god praying people do. Pretty please?

 

Gothic Awaken

Now you have pissed me off.

Bloodly hell.

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P.S Side track from me totally cool post, check out my purple eyes man! I DID THE PHOTOSHOP~ NANNY NANNY POO POO.

Shit, my post isn’t cool anymore. Arggh.

This has been added to my DeviantART.

 

Thou lurves thy bed

I’m so tired i can die.
I need sleep so much i can kill.

 *snoring away*

 

5 stars steak

GRRRRRRRRR.

I went to take a look at the ratings of my blogskins the other day and i nearly vomited blood.

 

I could have a 5 star steak la! And that idiot person have to come andgive me a 3 star.

3 STAR OK. 4.5 or 4 STARS I CAN STILL ACCEPT. BUT 3 fucking FREAKING STARS OK!

*calm down* Okie la, 3 stars not that bad. Must ren..

Nvm, i REN. So off i went to my other skins. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU SEE LA. YOU OWNSELF SEEE. GRRR.

 

 Wah lau eh..

That idiot person like stalker like that la. The lowest star i have every gotten is 3.5 stars and i very sad already now give me 2 star! Give me 2 stars still nevermind leh. Never even tell me what 2 star? Cause the font ugly? Cause the picture not nice? Or cause he/she backside itchy? WTF.

CAN YOU GO *censored censored censored censored censored censored*.

NVM, i REN AGAIN. I GO MY OTHER SKIN.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE ANOT. YOU SEE LA YOU SEE LA. QI SI LAO NIANG I TELL YOU.

WAH PIANG EH.

 Really have to totally demoralise me than happy.

 But at least the people there helped me abit by commenting that my skin dont deserve such low ratings and all came rating me 5 stars to pull up my overall ratings.

 But than ah, i still abit not happy so off i went to see the profile of that PERSON. Reason is i want to see how perfect his/her skin is. Ok la, just a nicer way of saying i want to go rank her/him low to revenge la. bleah.

never submitted any skins…

 … NO WONDER HE/SHE DARE TO RATE PEOPLE SO LOW LA.