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Monday, August 29, 2005
a geek's dream i am seriously lusting for this little baby. seventeen inches of goodness. slim and sleek. powerful. and most importantly... smooth performance!!  i've always been biased towards PCs... but what can i say. this baby rocks my world. i'll bat for both sides of the team. the minimum cost? $3410.40... now where the hell do i just whip up 3 and a half grand of moolah? time i get paid for skanking i think... and flexi-rent is such a fucking rip-off. yes you get to pay weekly. but the overall price... OVER $1000 extra for a 24 mth contract and $2000 for a 36 mth contract. bastards. they think i don't see right through them? I WANT I WANT I WANT!! *tantrum* Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 11:28 pm 
sadcase bitchface yeah. that's me. i'm such a dumbass to myself. in the midst of a lovely steamboat and lobster dinner, i managed to bite my tongue so hard i made some weird unintelligible noise and jerked my head back in pain. everyone on the dinner table stopped talking and gave me funny looks. there i was hand over my mouth, squealing and laughing at the same time because i realised how retarded i must have looked. later on i stuck my tongue out at jet. jet : "oh my god. it looks like a big pimple!" lisha : *rolling eyes* "haha. funny. you're so full of shit." jet : "no i'm serious. that's the worst tongue bite i've ever seen." i checked it out at home and he was right. there's white skin hanging off the right side of my tongue. it's gorgeous. now i have to tilt my head to the left when i'm chewing so food doesn't fall onto the right side and touch the sore spot. i think jet just looks at me when i'm chewing with my mouth half open, hand over mouth, head tilted, and thinks to himself how he managed to end up with a spaz like me. BWAHAHAHAHAHA Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 12:09 am Friday, August 26, 2005
i miss the malats some things i miss about the malat los back in kl: - poker sessions - mamak sessions - nightfuls of utter rubbish - random trips for bak kut teh yes. i miss the malats. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:32 am 1 random retorts
Thursday, August 25, 2005
midnight mental snack i've just had an epiphany. have you ever thought about setting aside say a week as "truth week"? during this week, whoever you see or bump into, tell them exactly how you feel about them, what you think of them, whether they make you feel priceless or whether they threaten you everytime you confront them? would things work out for the better or for worse? it would be an interesting experiment. this of course only applies to people you already know. i don't think a stranger would appreciate you going up to them and telling them they look like a crackwhore skank. no... that would never go down well. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 1:11 am 2 random retorts
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
some of my favourite people now that ally's bday has been overcelebrated... (the crazy woman thought her bday was worth four days of non-stop drinking, which come to think of it is normal anyway)...here are some pics to commemorate my favourite people in attendance. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 6:54 pm
sweeter words have never been uttered sometimes kids say the damnest things. well... so do boyfriends. me: "am i special?" *puppy eyes* jet: "of course. you're like chicken rice special. everyone else is normal rice." not quite the answer i was hoping to hear. but i guess it has its own sweet charm. talk about relating everything to food. sheesh. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 5:52 pm 2 random retortsTuesday, August 23, 2005
woes of a female you know what's worse than being sick? having your fucking period. and you know what's worse than having your fucking period when you're sick? having cramps so bad you feel like you're going to die right there and then. at least, that's what you wish. there is no god. if there is, he must find hunour in misery. meanwhile, i'm trying to figure out what the hell my groupmates are trying to explain to me. i feel as though we've suddenly become characters from the tower of babel. did you just say something in greek? or was that dutch? someone please just shoot me now. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 3:55 pm Monday, August 22, 2005
corrupt children you have to watch out for the corrupt children in this day and age. the ones who appear childlishly innocent with intentions of the devil's spawn. okay so i'm being slightly melodramatic. makes life a little more interesting. so anyway... back to the child demons. jet and i were at uni and decided to while some time away in the arcade. me being the sugar mummy, i gave him a $2 coin and said, "here you go darling. don't spend it all at once, okayyy?" (no i didn't really) so jet heads over to the tekken 5 machine. as he's choosing his character, this little 5 yr-old asian kid (i'm not lying here) came and decided to hijack the game. he picked his character and chose the arena and all. jet and i just looked at each other like, whoa. this kid knows his shit. now here's jet all thug looking playing against this cute little 5 yr-old. much to jet's horror, he got his ass kicked by a 5 yr old carrying a picture book with "it is 8 o'clock" on one page. "it is 9 o'clock" on the next page. what a fucking hussler. asian kids these days sure start young. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 11:56 am Wednesday, August 17, 2005
the Comic's Lounge jet, jireh and i decided to troop up with nabil to the Comic's Lounge in north melbourne for some shits and giggles, much to nabil's horror and dismay since he was going to be part of the shits and giggles. i was expecting a dodgy little bar with an equally dodgy crowd i must say. but i was pleasantly surprised by the old world decor (big eye-blinding chandeliers, red carpeting, etc) and an area large enough to entertain a crowd of possible 300 people. nabil's nerves were breaking down like a finger lingering in acetic acid... dissolving. i expected alot of beginner stand-up comedians but was once again pleasantly surprised by some of the acts that had me in stitches. the others, however... should give it up. some guy attempted dissing out late night tv with the sex ads and dr phil. but obviously, no one else could relate to his humour. his jokes were delivered and met with bored silence. but if you're up for some FREE laughs... i suggest the Comic's Lounge. comedy 7 days a week. so you have no excuse to be depressed, you whining piece of shit. oops. talking to myself again. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 5:57 pm Tuesday, August 16, 2005
tale of the exquisite moroccan tea glass katerina whisks into the room carrying an exquisite white morrocan tea glass trimmed with gold, her dress swirling elegantly like ballerinas pirouetting gracefully across the stage, all eyes scrutinising her every movement as she glides across the floor towards the handsome prince standing regally by his virgin bride dressed in glistening white. as she had always been taught, katerina curtsies daintily before the royal bloods. in one graceful movement she dips down, rises up and throws the tea glass at the prince covering him in hot tea. the exquisite moroccan tea glass spins as it makes its speedy way to the floor, smashing into little fragments. the courtiers gasp in horror at her boldness. katerina whispers into the ears of the virgin bride who trembles in disbelief and anger at the revelation, and serves the prince a stinging slap before storming out. with a smile of content, katerina glides across the room and pirouettes out. the courtiers start to whisper among themselves. there's nothing better than a royal scandal to begin a day with.  my new treasures from husk   belly dancing with veils Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:30 pm Monday, August 15, 2005
alky ally's aging aging away... oooo she's sooo going to wring my neck for that. that or she'll uninvite me to her bday dinner and deny me a good serve of succulent, thick, rare piece of steak. oh the thought of it is making me salivate. there's drool hanging off my chin. stretching... stretching til it hits the keyboard. present hunting is so much fun. unfortunately... it's also a big strain on the brain cells. nothing is ever good enough. and those that are, cause your nose to bleed when you look at the price tag. oh woe is me. and yes... ally. you are just too good for common things. my favourite skank deserves more than just a common gift. i need to cap my spending severely. i've just calculated how much i've managed to spend on retail over the last two weeks. it is absolutely ludicrous. maybe not paris hilton (side note: she's so skanky) ridiculous. but ridiculous enough considering i don't earn shit. anyone willing to nominate themselves as my financial planner? you can look forward to giving lots of advice that goes in one ear and out the other into nevernever land. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:22 pm 1 random retorts
Thursday, August 11, 2005
it's a record while the memory of it is still fresh in my puny little mind i thought i would cause a few jaws to drop. i've been to the gym TWICE in the last three days. yes. that would be 2 out of 3 days of heart-racing, blood-rushing, pore sweating activity. dua dari tiga. leong chi out of sam yat. ok my canto really sucks. but i think you get the point. slut queen i am. chilli queen i am. nonsense queen i am too. fitness queen i am not. i'm terrified of the gym. i'm terrified there will be other people in there. and to hide my irrational fear, i mask it. i walk in acting cool and try to look like i know what i'm supposed to be doing, even though half the equipment looks like it's come out of Event Horizon or some shit. now, we all know we're supposed to stretch before exercising, right? rule number one. check. so i'm stretching and praying people aren't mistaking me for a spastic. then comes the most intimidating part. fuck. what am i supposed to do now? run. yes i can do that. i know how to run. you can't go wrong with that. so onto the treadmill i hop. fuck. how does this thing work? so there i stand like an idiot reading the instructions on the side looking like a kid who just got lost in a whorehouse, while everyone does their routine thing. and you know what the worst thing is? when you're all alone in the gym and thinking to yourself "YES THERE IS A GOD"... in walks a guy. and another. and another. and yet another. and you realise you're the only female in a small enclosed area. you start to understand how a deer would feel in a roomful of tigers. all that testosterone. i could practically taste it. i just have to remind myself what i'm doing all this for - vanity. oh yes... and fitness. snowboarding is no fun when you get tired just from walking 100m trudging in snow carrying a board. by the time you get to the slope, you'll be panting like a dog on heat. no... that's no fun indeed. so testosterone filled gyms it is. since i can't find a kickboxing center here. *sigh* tnt. i miss you. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 7:22 pm 2 random retortsMonday, August 08, 2005
WTF are my gloves? desperate call for help. did anyone borrow my ski gloves last year? fuck i hate losing shit. anyone? feckfeckfeckfeckfeck. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 4:25 pm 4 random retorts
Sunday, August 07, 2005
apple bandwagon ten million years later and i jump onto the apple bandwagon. i just treated myself to a new toy - le ipod mini. yes. i have succumbed to the choice of the masses. i am another one of them. the ones with the white headphones plugged snugly into their auditory crevice. but considering how un-outstanding, dormant, passive, overshadowed and introverted i am... it makes sense. to just be another one in the crowd. one of the millions. yes... that's me. unnoticed. i shall leave this world just as it was when i came. i leave no footprints. no statements. no impact. just another passerby. wow... from ipod mini to insecurities. i'm great. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 1:05 am
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if i'm not mistaken, it's only like 4 k ringgit here in malaysia...
i wish it were so... but i'm pretty sure it's more like RM9500!!
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