i may forgive you but i will not forget it.

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dont you hate it when you get blamed for no reason? have your name suddenly called out when you did nothing? been ignored when you try to make a suggestion? get left out?

not a very good day today...


suddenly im beginning to rethink all me so called friendship with alot of people.

i know i know...this is not supposed to be a personal blog, its meant to be anything but personal.

but today is different. im feeling fucking sick of all them. fuck it. i think i should no longer speak to any of them after im done with this semester. yea..fall out. tats a great idea. dont bother to mix with them. their loss.

first thing...they do it again. leave without me...im waiting for tehm and they leave without waiting for me...expect me to call them..wtf? fine..nm....i can go with others...

next...i meet up at school..and for no reason talk crap about me? who the fuck do you think you are? im calm...ill ignore you. in fact i dont intend to let this go. i have a tendency...no...its actually a bad habit...(cue michael tolcher - bad habits)

ill remember this.

then going to class...i go in later...still early...but i seek a hiden spot. where i can see the lec but not them. the tat fucker calls out my name for no bloody reason...asking where am i...seriously...you saw me walking to the back. why the fuck as so much? dumb ass! then...lecture goes on. im sitting at the back quietly trying to absorb. the people around me are getting noisier...so the lecturer turns around and hints to them to quieten down. then again that fucker calls my name. i mean seriously, im the quiet one...they are the ones talking and not paying attention them selves and accuse me. nm...ill brew over it.

break time. one of those asses comes and ask me if im pissed, i decide to ignore and fake a nap...i see the rest walking to the lec...ive no sodding idea why. and i couldnt be bothered. afterall...they didnt tell me anything in the first place.

mic asks to interview me...it goes past break...im sitting there still continuing the interview...and i also wanna look at her..not mic...the other one...heheh

fine lo...interview continues to class end...but class ends earlier. they call me..but i ignore...i mean..seriously..walk to me and tell me...personally...

dont expect me to be superman and know you want to talk to me. and you go off to someplace and dont inform me of wad you want to discuss. knn

fine...so i temporarily halt the interview and go down to serach..figured they'll b in the lobby...yea..i have no sodding idea what they are talking about. so bleh.

then they say they wanna go do wad shit. donno...i say i gtg at 330. then i say continue at lib so i can finish my interview. fine lo..let them enjoy waiting while i finish it off.

bleh..ive had enough...im losing it...

fuck them all...

ill do this one job then ill leave the building.

A figment of your hyperactive imagination.

A figment of your hyperactive imagination.

That’s exactly what I am today.
What a perfectly strange thing to say
I have begun to doubt it all.
Everything is all but rational.

A guest in your mind
An illusive figure to find
An ideal in a cynical world


I cant write a poem. The above is proof. I have an inability to rhyme. Doesn’t matter does it.

I am Wei. I am the one. I am the Chosen One. I am the perfect personifaction of the idealistic mindset that you have. I am the Twisted One. I am the Quiet One. I am everything. For I am the greatest creation of your imagination. I am the visual and physical proof of your ideals, belief and general line of thought.

I am all but a figment of your imagination. I can be everything you want me to be. I can be your knight in shining armour. I am the one to sweep you off your feet. I can be your tag team partner. I can help you bash your worst nightmares to pulp. I can do everyting you can imagine me to do. I can do anything that you can imagine. For I am after all a figment of your imagination.

I do not exist in reality. In fact, you cannot differentiate actual reality from your own. You seek to replace the hurt and the anger in the world with your love and care. You refuse to believe that there is nothing that you can undo. You are unable to find the rational self you try so hard to be.

I am all but a figment of your hyperactive imagination. You seek the truth and yet you hold yourself back. You desire to show to the world yourself, but you trip on your own laces. You pretend to be someone who you aren’t because you feel as though you cannot be who you really are.

of dragging 3 speed automatics

YEa...

Part one of possibly a three part tribute to my reckless and crappy driving skills 3 years back

This is mostly bout my adventures and misadventures driving the blue wira.

the trusty old blue proton wira...(you can start making jokes bout the colour and the car...)

I'm nuts...i havent done this in ages.

Well the car's still in the workshop...sod it...still a three speeder...why not let me have the bloody 4 speeder tranny...at least i can actually think about hitting 120 without hitting the bloody red line.

ok...sure you're wondering what the hell can i do with a 3 speed auto tranny...NOTHING!!!

first gear is round wad...25kmh ? didnt red line it...sodding first gear...wad can u expect me to do with it? "cheng lin"???


second...unh...think the furthest was round 80kmh...at close to 4.5k rpm. hen u remember o not wad was the tacometer reading?

third and final gear..done on the jalan song straight...was 115kmh...reaching 5k rpm...was reaching the sodding traffic light and the car was shaking already...wad to do..light wad..

i remember one time when i revved...literally revved to the red line (5k rpm) coming out of a junction...blame it on being not used to it...and my heavy foot.

drifting

yes...ladies and gentlemen...you can drift a front wheel drive proton wira with an automatic tranny...

actually more like weight shifting.

did a stupid thing bout a year ago...almost killed meself and totalled the car. luckily...there was no other cars on the road tat day.

theres this turn near a proton showroom (the one near Mr Wong's tuition)

i was speeding on a slick road...and slammed the brakes while about to turn....the front wheel spun out...and the rear was thrown. i have no stabilisers on my car...and the wheels were balding..so yea.

i managed to keep the car on the inside of the curve...nearly missing the curb...dont ask why i do such stupid things...its a once in a blue moon thing...and i think i was a bit high...listening and thumping to the beat of Daddy Yankee's Gasolina.


i cant think of any other incidents which have involved this car at the moment...ill slowly write up more...bleh. heheh

anyone out there?!?!?!

oh wow...

this is kinda a late post...heard some stupid ad on the radio ages ago...was so damn annoying i just had to mock it.


girl: my mummy says milk is good for your bones
boy: bread has milk
girl: dont be silly..bread doesnt have milk
boy: yes it does *squeezes bread...a moo is heard*
girl:hehehe *squeezes bread*

something lidat...no...lets not be stupid here...i remember thinking to myself, doesnt white bread already have pepejal susu...milk solids or wadever...donnola..(read the ramuan list on teh wrapper/plastic of the bread)

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im beginning to wonder who actually reads this blog. or is it me only.

somehow i feel like the reason im writing is merely to amuse myself and not others. therefore im not ever bothering to do anything about this blog but write nonsense.

bleh.

im running dry. where is the inspiration when you need it?

i seem to find mine in the oddest of things. dont ask why. its just that way.

3 layered Ice Lemon Tea

We've all heard the fuss and tasted the famous 3 layered Teh C Peng...which eventually gave birth to teh 5 layer teh c peng...then to the seven layer...ad then to Only-God-Knows-How-Many-Layer Teh C peng.


As part of the effort tostart making the multi layered tea based drinks poplar i intoduce to you all the 3 layer ice lemon tea.

(photos to come later)



layer 1. ice
layer 2. tea...the thicker the better...remeber...its not the length of time u take to brew the tea but the amount of leaves you add.
layer 3. sugar syrup...u can try usng gula melaka too...

muahahah!
and oh the lemon!


heres the recipe...

1.blend the ice in a blender/food processor...(6 cubes of ice per person) with lemon juice of half a lemon and some zest and some lime juice.

2.put hot water (almost boiling, meaning...the first wisp of steam)into a mug. put two mayang tea tea bags inside.

3.slice them lemons

4. wait for teh tea to brew...roughl 5 minutes...gotta be dark.

5. take tea bags out and pour tea into 2 saperate glasses

6. put lemon slices into tea. and the sugar syrup. How sweet you want t...its your call...normally one tablepoon of the sugar syrup is sufficent for me.

7. scoop the ice and place it on the tea.

theres your 3 layer ice lemon tea...




ps...if you were expecting a seriously 3 layered ILT...i think you're drunk...muahhaha