By popular demand...

Never one to disappoint my friends :)

You think what, I never take ah?

The war cry of brahmin girls!

sprung from your loins
shakespeare would have said
sprung from our brains
nooj and vasud say

this is a call to over throw the lungi mamas
over you, no more will we pretend to go gaga
want your amma's filter kaapi?
make it yourself, u sloppy!

You want a pretty pretty trophy wife
well, pay for me to go under the knife
the mesotherapy, lasik, silicon and botox
its about time you sold off ur x-box

no more tendulkar and no more rooney
else you'll just see the end of my fanny
gimme the tv, it needs a female touch
on it i will watch brad pitt, much much

You want me to look like Aishwarya Rai
Then look like, Abishek Bachan aye!
sodabutti, haven't you heard of contacts?
only then will you and I will be in syntax

Oh yes, I may sound very very scary
just because I have a filter system for who I marry
but in the end, I am just a sweet indian girl
who just wants a guy who doesn't make her hurl :D

to this glorious institution i will soon belong to

hey if you are lucky, quick go to the lawsociety web page at


http://www.lawsociety.org.sg

ITS BEEN HACKED!!

of friends and videos

what Ras and I really get upto...



That was ras doing brenna gethers from AI. hahahhaa
*edit : Ain't she a hot mama. and this is her unglam moment. (as compared to mine below which is ONE of my better unglam moments.)
She also hates Brenna in case you get the idea she loves her

I am being nice to Ras because I forget her birthday every year. along with alot of other people's


and this is me trying to recreate the song for the deaf. so now they too can absorb the mind numbing stupidity of the song..

Wa lau. I look damn unglam when I laugh. I have to now train myself to laugh behind my hand. like a lady

HAH

*edit : P/s : to guys, never say women never put up ugly moments of themselves. We do. this is testemant to that. EAT YOUR WORDS.

hair and lots of it.

This would clearly explain why most of the guys I know and see, choose to walk around like somebody stole the world's supply of razors.


P/s : for those who clicked the link, doesn't the model have a fat face?

law girls... stripped

Why Brenda hates me secretly

(1)

B points to yazid's blog while blogsurfing with me

Me : "How do you know him/her?"

"...."

(2)

Me: "Hey I have no LAWR tomorrow too!!"
Brenda: "I KNOW! I'm in your class!"

(3)

Me: "Hey my moots are on the 27th as well! how cool"
Brenda: I KNOW! I'M YOUR PARTNER"

I would just like to say in my defence, they happened on different dates. hahaha

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Today was a relatively alright day other than sixuan calling me fat and moist.
ITS TRUE. As I quote,

"Well, you would usually think that it would affect skinny and dry girls and not people like you"

Though she vehemently denies it, she did call me fat and moist. If I am not skinny and dry, I am fat and moist. boo hoo. On the bright side, the best chocolate muffins are fat and moist. And usually taste very nice.

So i felt okay for a while until when Hani proceeds to call me wet. Which is kinda gross as I would like to presume she forgot how to say "moist".

So now i am fat and wet.
Will you still be my friend =D

Because I do not feel like blogging


who's your daddy huh?
see it here

to everybody on msn: sorry! its been a crazy week. I love you all anyway =)

p/s: that's cuz there's more abrupt byes and M.I.A stunts to come ;]

thaaaaaanks for understanding.

Don't mess with my people ;)

A few centuries ago, a Law teacher came across a student who was willing to learn but was unable to pay the fees.The student struck a deal saying, "I will pay your fee the day I win my first case in the court."

The teacher agreed and proceeded with the law course.When the course was finished and teacher started pestering the student to pay up the fee, the student reminded him of the deal and pushed days.Fed up with this, the teacher decided to sue the student in the court oflaw and both of them decided to argue for themselves.

The teacher put forward his argument saying:
"If I win this case, as per the court of law, the student has to pay me as the case is about his non-payment of dues.
And if I lose the case, student will still pay me because he would have won his first case.
So either way I will have to get the money."

Equally brilliant student argued back saying:
"If I win the case, as per the court of law, I don't have to pay anything to the teacher as the case is about my non-payment of dues.
And if I lose the case, I don't have to pay him because I haven't won my first case yet.So either way, I am not going to pay the teacher anything."

This is one of the greatest paradoxes ever recorded in history.

bubble bubble toil and trouble

the THIRD time. again.

*OOO*

I am so going to fcuk the system the next time.

And anyway, that's not the point.

the point is

I hate morons. Morons, need not necessarily have blonde hair and swagger around. they can just swagger around like they are part of a physics experiment, where their legs have to be 500 m in front of their body, walking in a perpetual incline, probably testing how far the human body can be parallel to the floor without bending their legs.

and they annoy me.

May they all burn together in their beer. from the lighted butt of their ciggies.

On the bright side, I saw cuteartsguy in bus this morning =D

* edit : Its not any of my friends who annoy me. Not like any one of you would have thought it was you. But just for your subconscious, comfort, ITS NOT YOU!

My LOTR poster keeps coming of the wall. What's the point of blutack if it does NOT tack? Is the primary purpose of the product then to be blue and not to tack?

I would so not be surprised, given the way this week is emerging from its deathly coils, ending with a resounding burp as it finally consumes its victim.

this is like the haley's comet, if you're lucky, you see it once in your lifetime

Its a bit overdue, by 2 days, but you can tell, its a post involving my brother.

I haven't always been kind to my brother, as you can tell from previous posts like family ties, help him get a lifeand crappy brotherly advice

He believes that if anybody read my blog, they'd think I hate him. and true enough, it happened. cue here ;)

Possibly its because this relationship started off rockily. I stole his beloved cot and he had to share his toys with me. I was quite the brat, hence he told me I was adopted when I was 5, causing me to bawl my brains out. Hence, in retaliation, I started whacking him when I turned 7. ( as per his memory, he asked for a glass of water, I smacked his arm and said "GET IT YOURSELF!" I really think I beat him up really bad and he just won't acknowledge it.)

He was such a quiet kid, he'd kill me if I showed anybody his primary school photos. But my mum laughs when I remember him as quiet. She said I must have beat him into submission because when he was a kid, she could not let go of him because he'd just run off. Just like that. Like he was a prisoner free, he'd just zip out. Like Flash.

He was such a map freak since FOREVER. Every single time we went to the airport, he used to go to every single booth and collect every single map of singapore, sometimes, even the same maps. He was christened the taxi-driver in the family. He also knew every capital of almost every country in the world when he was really young. I used to struggle remembering the capital of Singapore WAS Singapore. ( I mean, this fella used to read the newspapers when he was 5 albeit upside down but you get my drift. He was too smart for his own good. He has like a separate comapartment for general knowledge, ( I think that was like one less compartment for sex. no loss though)

Then he used to steal my pillows, and we used to pillow fight. And he ALWAYS made me the bad guy and I always had to die. And he would never play any of my stuff with me. I always had to play ninja turtles with him and the truck. And was he CRAZY about ninja turtles. There was ninja turtles everything. His birthday cakes were ninja turtles, his plates, his bed sheets, it was a ninja turtles infestation. He also had some superman costume that he would insist on wearing. AND he was such a pig in kindergarten, the only time we were in school together, he would never acknowledge me. (this trend continued well on till we were in secondary school. we used to take the same bus once in a while, and we would only acknowledge each other once we got off. and that too gingerly.haha.)

In secondary school, I thought he was an idiot. I also thought his friends were idiots as well. Everytime they came over to the house to use the computer to play command and conquer or whatsoever, there was like this ban. I could not even breathe into the room, like théy'd get cooties or something. oh but I was allowed to come in to bring juice and food for their exalted sirs. And he WAS an idiot. Like i tried to enlighten his friend, probably the one memory I would never forget even if I had Alzhimier's is the memory of his half -bowing down at some half assed ICC competition when his friend won like 5th or something at a singing competion and there was this whole row of them who did the same thing and they thought it was COOL. OMG. I just DIED there. I probably told this to a million people but its TRUE. I DIED.

People say we sometimes sound alike ( like one of his friends who mistook him for me on the phone... like isn't that insulting..esp since his voice BROKE by then. hahaha. but I got over it ) and look alike. its a lie.

He also fought with a girl once to get Captain Planet stickers. He also went through a phase where he thought I should respect him more and call him, " anna"( elder brother). I helped him get over the phase.very fast. I think it involved drawling his name alá Senthil (of Senthil and Koundamani fame) style.

He went to JC and I thought he was mildly cool but I puked when I found out girls found him hot. The concept, is creepy, is still creepy. I have just got used to saying, my brother MAY be hot. ( k la, he is.. abit). But he was somewhat the stud there... but he was becoming notorious ( hahah. the trend did NOT change. :D) And he had terrible music taste then, which hasn't altered much.

but Then he went away. really really fast.

and I miss him :(

I guess, what I'm trying to say is

I smile through the shit you put me through.
Happy birthday, Aravind anna ;)

P/s: Do not scream when you see the wrapper k. Laugh out loud. its the best way to release stress :D

and the dish ran away with the spoon...

You DO discover something cool everyday!

Got it from my dad.

It was discovered by a Brazilian. Nobody in Microsoft, including Bill Gates could figure this out.


(p/s: my title would make alot more sense after you do the below...)

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Open Microsoft Word and type
=rand (200, 99)
And then press ENTER.

As I am talking to a friend Long Jin right now, I have hit upon it.

The reason why I feel slower and stupider.

Its because my brain has started to rebel.
Rebel against thinking, that is. Think about it ( take your time, we know the protest is global), your brain is being pushed and challanged more than ever and finally your brain has reached the end of its tether, its threshold and it ups it bags and says "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH"

So its protesting, holding a sit-out and not doing what it is expected to do.

My brain is on a strike. Its holding a peaceful protest to not think. And that is exactly what it is doing, not thinking.

Too bad, I'm the one suffering the consequences.

I wonder though, whether cells carry signs and have effigies. where they have little top secret meetings in the 90% part of the brain that is unused, ( rural and undeveloped areas. Geographically speaking, our brains probably look like it was in the early 100s. hmmm)

http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/

Talk about Internet revolution. This is a protest against a particular form of sexual harrassment, eve-teasing, prevelent in India, even though it is a practice that is common all over the world, manifested in differerent forms.

I don’t know whether it’s about Indian men brought up in India, they are just not taught to treat women right as a whole while they are taught to revere the women in their family. They are taught to conform to what they think women should be, failing to realize that the world has moved on, and when discovering that, punishing women for trying to be modern. For a country that reveres its women, which has a religion that reveres its women, its a degeneration like nothing else.

And while I think this attitude is changing and its just as terrible for Indian men to be lumped in the same group as eve teasers, women sometimes have no choice. We would rather trust no one than trust the wrong one. And it is disconcerting to see that these Indian men outside of India behave in the exact same manner as they would in India. I live here, been to India many times and been to other parts of the world as well, and the attitude has not an iota of change in it. I would think that, being in a foreign country, where the attitude towards woman is vastly different, it would act as a restraint in some manner. And I'm still waiting to see that restraint.

Simply, its the way they objectify women, its terrible.

The way they stare at you, like they were mentally stripping you, until feel so violated. The way they pass lewd comments that they would punch another man for saying about their sister or mother. They way they "accidentally" brush up against you.
If you were a girl and you have been to Serangoon Road on a Sunday, you know exactly what I mean.

Sometimes, it’s really not about equality. It’s about respect.

I almost want this day back

Hey baby, I hear the blues a-callin',
Tossed salad and scrambled eggs

Oh My Mercy
And maybe I seem a bit confused,
Yeah maybe, but I got you pegged!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!

But I don't know what to do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs.
They're callin' again.

I'm back in school :(

tossed saaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad and scraaaaaaaaaaaaambled egggggggs