SO, according to my contract wife, I'm failing marriage!....Imran you're right, I did miss marriage 101...I skipped that and jumped straight to Pleasure 202 instead..HAHAHA
This is the list I'm going to get my imaginary contract wife for our imaginary house. OH, I'm writing this because...I'm bored andddd...AKU KIASU SO X NAK KALAH DENGAN IMRAN, according to his wife, their marriage is perfect!..KURANG AJAR, AKU X NAK KALAH
-A robot from smartshop so tat my lovely wife doesnt have to cuci the whole house.
WAIT I JUST REALIZED THAT'S THE ONLY THING SHE NEEDS..
Ok la I add something la
-More cats? Goldy the goldfish killed our cats when they were trying to eat him. Yeah goldy's strong like tat.
WTH...wat does a husband need to buy for his wife a?...DANG I AM FAILING MY IMAGINARY MARRIAGE AND REAL MARRIAGE(If i was married)..I have no problems doing romantic stuff I guess but...wat else is a need?!..SOMEBODY GET ME JA RULE!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thin gravity and launched valkyries
The other day, I made a bet to Christine and Mei since they'd been teasing me a lot about missing classes. I told them that I could make it for every single class this coming week, AND, I bet them that I could make it for every class ON TIME, which is, trust me, not a very easy thing to do, to me at least.
If I can't keep my bargain of the bet, then I shall have to treat my friends to dinner, which is obviously, NOT an option for this broke ass brown boy.
Nevertheless, I decided to change. Last week was a hard week for me mentally, but I'm going to take this bet and make it my escalator to being a better person.
SOOO, being a better person would require me doing these:
1) Fast for 30 days straight, which is something I didn't do last Ramadhan.
2) Be early for every class or at least, on time.
3) Pay more attention in class so that MAYBE I could just learn something.
4) Swear less? Not that I swear a lot but I used to be someone who RARELY swore.
5) Wake up early even on the weekends..This seems impossible but hey, I'm a newborn now FOOL!
If I can't keep my bargain of the bet, then I shall have to treat my friends to dinner, which is obviously, NOT an option for this broke ass brown boy.
Nevertheless, I decided to change. Last week was a hard week for me mentally, but I'm going to take this bet and make it my escalator to being a better person.
SOOO, being a better person would require me doing these:
1) Fast for 30 days straight, which is something I didn't do last Ramadhan.
2) Be early for every class or at least, on time.
3) Pay more attention in class so that MAYBE I could just learn something.
4) Swear less? Not that I swear a lot but I used to be someone who RARELY swore.
5) Wake up early even on the weekends..This seems impossible but hey, I'm a newborn now FOOL!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Remember me as a time of day
Insecurity was conquering me then, literally. I only had Imran to trust and toy around with when I first entered college. I wanted to find someone new, someone nice, someone I could trust. First day of class; met a couple of new people, out of all, Serene and Syaz seemed the most friendliest. Others, I thought they didn't like me. The thought that I could be disliked for my race arose, I didn't care about it much, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
Miss Catherine asked for a Project Manager. I wanted to raise my hand, I did, but I didn't think I was the most ideal person for the job. This girl raised her hand, I thought she was very confident. I respected her, I thought she was brave.
She came to where I sat, where I sat alone before class started that day. I can't remember what she said, I was in awe, it was in a way, an ambush. I think she asked for my name and contacts, e-mial/number etc. She was our project manager, she deserved the information. I found out her name, it was Michelle.
One night after, we chat for quite a bit on msn. We mostly talked about the upcoming event, the talk was formal, the talk was between strangers. I didn't expect for us to talk about other things beside the event then, but we did. She started coming up with these lame jokes that I would have never expected. I thought she was funny, I thought she was interestingly lame, and I couldn't stop laughing. I remember my dad looked at me from across the hall, caught in awe after witnessing me laughing non-stop in front of the monitor. I thank you Shells.
Later we became friends. It was hard a bit awkward on my side to talk to her. I always had this image of her being this perfectionist who wouldn't accept me; lazy and blur. She did though, she accepted me as a friend, we talked, we crapped, we joked, and we talked.
The night that broke this barrier between us was the night we spent at Izz's house. She was telling me about her feelings, about her personal matters. I felt touched, I felt trusted, I felt accepted. I still don't know why she trusted me with all this then, I mean I am glad and all, but, I just wanna know.
Time really brought us closer, and I would tell her just about anything that was going on with me. Who I liked, who I was pissed at, who I was happy with. She listened, she gave advises, she gave her opinions, she was there, and I trusted her.
Nanaking came up because of one of her lame jokes told via msn. I was happy with the nick name. Everybody started calling me Nanaking. It wasn't embarassing, it was funny, and I loved it profusely.
Ever since Nanaking she'd been giving me all sorts of nick names; BananaBoatMan,MiloChooChooTrain,Strawberry Head, AirMilo...But, I honestly enjoyed them.
By the second semester we were already best friends, and I don't know if she even realized it then. I still don't know if she realized how important she was to me starting then, how much I enjoyed having her around.
Michelle, I don't know if you're aware, but I wouldn't be as happy as I am now without you. You were the one who started calling me nick names, and influenced everyone to do it too, and that very fact, made me feel well accepted, and it was just what I really needed. You were the one who was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and you stil are. You were the one who gave me the confidence to be myself, because I would never thought that I would be accepted this well by being me, but you proved me wrong. You were the one who planned my most memorable birthday, and you planned it well. You were the one who created my blogs and got me so into it, and I love it. You were the one who took her time just to make me a facebook. You were the one who filled my planner with the most useful information, and also set me up on dates with guys.
I owe you one, or maybe two, or three! When you leave, I am seriously going to miss you, and believe it or not, I can't express it with words.
I hope you like this post. I hope you remember this post. I hope that this post, will make you remember me, like how I am going to remember you.
Miss Catherine asked for a Project Manager. I wanted to raise my hand, I did, but I didn't think I was the most ideal person for the job. This girl raised her hand, I thought she was very confident. I respected her, I thought she was brave.
She came to where I sat, where I sat alone before class started that day. I can't remember what she said, I was in awe, it was in a way, an ambush. I think she asked for my name and contacts, e-mial/number etc. She was our project manager, she deserved the information. I found out her name, it was Michelle.
One night after, we chat for quite a bit on msn. We mostly talked about the upcoming event, the talk was formal, the talk was between strangers. I didn't expect for us to talk about other things beside the event then, but we did. She started coming up with these lame jokes that I would have never expected. I thought she was funny, I thought she was interestingly lame, and I couldn't stop laughing. I remember my dad looked at me from across the hall, caught in awe after witnessing me laughing non-stop in front of the monitor. I thank you Shells.
Later we became friends. It was hard a bit awkward on my side to talk to her. I always had this image of her being this perfectionist who wouldn't accept me; lazy and blur. She did though, she accepted me as a friend, we talked, we crapped, we joked, and we talked.
The night that broke this barrier between us was the night we spent at Izz's house. She was telling me about her feelings, about her personal matters. I felt touched, I felt trusted, I felt accepted. I still don't know why she trusted me with all this then, I mean I am glad and all, but, I just wanna know.
Time really brought us closer, and I would tell her just about anything that was going on with me. Who I liked, who I was pissed at, who I was happy with. She listened, she gave advises, she gave her opinions, she was there, and I trusted her.
Nanaking came up because of one of her lame jokes told via msn. I was happy with the nick name. Everybody started calling me Nanaking. It wasn't embarassing, it was funny, and I loved it profusely.
Ever since Nanaking she'd been giving me all sorts of nick names; BananaBoatMan,MiloChooChooTrain,Strawberry Head, AirMilo...But, I honestly enjoyed them.
By the second semester we were already best friends, and I don't know if she even realized it then. I still don't know if she realized how important she was to me starting then, how much I enjoyed having her around.
Michelle, I don't know if you're aware, but I wouldn't be as happy as I am now without you. You were the one who started calling me nick names, and influenced everyone to do it too, and that very fact, made me feel well accepted, and it was just what I really needed. You were the one who was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and you stil are. You were the one who gave me the confidence to be myself, because I would never thought that I would be accepted this well by being me, but you proved me wrong. You were the one who planned my most memorable birthday, and you planned it well. You were the one who created my blogs and got me so into it, and I love it. You were the one who took her time just to make me a facebook. You were the one who filled my planner with the most useful information, and also set me up on dates with guys.
I owe you one, or maybe two, or three! When you leave, I am seriously going to miss you, and believe it or not, I can't express it with words.
I hope you like this post. I hope you remember this post. I hope that this post, will make you remember me, like how I am going to remember you.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Hellooo~
Hello people!
No I'm not Amirul!
I'm Shells. I just created this blog for him since he's complaining he dont have a Cbox in his WordPress blog.
So, this is his new blog!!
Signing off,
Much love,
SeaShells!
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