I’m back. Regular updates will appear soon.
As soon as I fix some site glitches.

Be right back. Next week, maybe?
Enjoying life beyond my keyboard.

I don’t want to spend a good chunk of my school holidays, glued to my monitor.

You should go out sometime, it’s nice.

As usual — twitter.

I was browsing through my pages (which doesn’t happen often, by the way) and came across this:

There’s nothing much to say. I live in a hick town, KB, in sunny Brunei Darussalam. I wish I have something interesting to tell you, like I wasn’t born without a head, but I don’t. Sorry.

Hahaha. WTF right?

What it should have been,

There’s nothing much to say. I live in a hick town, KB, in sunny Brunei Darussalam. I wish I have something interesting to tell you, like I was born without a head, but I don’t. Sorry.

God only knows how long it’s been like that. It sounds so wrong. After all this time, you really think I’m a headless blogger?

Monday tomorrow. I hate Monday.

So, yep, AffyR.com it is — 5 keystrokes less than the old one.

I never really liked the name ‘therejects’. I don’t really know why I got this in the first place. And by first place, I mean 3 years ago. It’s like one of those Vegas weddings. The morning after your drunk wedding, you find yourself sleeping in someone else’s arms by the dumpster. Someone you had never seen before in your entire sad life. Your butt might feel a little sore after this, but that’s because you’ve just married a guy (surprise, surprise). The look on your face is priceless, and you gave yourself a good good smack in the head. Yes, what the hell were you thinking? But being the husband (or husband) you decide to stay and cater for your (also) husband because you two are legally together. Eventually, your love evolves and you find yourself adopting 56 sons. Uh, yeah, something like that.

So, I would really appreciate it, if you could change your links to affyr.com. Unless… unless, you want to give your readers the impression that you’re linking to an early teen website. A personal website plastered with links to my friendster profile, talking about my cute girlfriend. And how I made a really good mixtape for her, filled with ‘My Chemical Romance’ songs. And how I got into a fight with her because she doesn’t want to brush my hair. Or, how I spent my entire evening looking at baby magazines in the children’s park. And probably, how oddly close my bestfriend is with my girlfriend. And how such a sweetie my bestfriend is for staying at her house overnight and how frequently (and secretly) he brings her out to dinner. And… wondering, why are they holding hands together. Hahah! So, yeah, please do update your links.

Until next entry, please keep a watchful eye on your bestfriend. Especially, when his hands starts to get out of the his pockets and your girlfriend in next to him.

A very speedy entry. I might edit this later tonight.
Later.

I have Finals, uh, soon.
I’ll be right back.

You can still find me on twitter.

I was Nonnie-ed, Pynk-ed and Pablo-ed all at the same time.

Congratulations to Nonnie for winning!
My predictions were absolutely right and in perfect order too!
Nonnie, Is the trophy edible or not?

A friend told to be a dramatic loser. This is me being a dramatic loser:

I am so mad at you guys! So mad.
We’re all fighting.

Oh, you want me to be friend you now? No!
We’re all fighting. All of us.

Okay? Alright?
You know? I’m Done. Done.
I don’t even know what I am done with.
But I am done with something.

I am gonna go and weep in my little corner.
And maybe gamble my entire life savings away.
See what I have resort to?

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And if you’re wondering, the kitty died.
I am so sorry. It was so sad.

p/s: Remind me not to make fun of cute little critters ever again. I was almost stoned to death at school the other day because of this. BAD IDEA. BAD IDEA.

I am very bad at blogging.
Feel free to give a good spanking.

Updates soon. Really. No kidding. Really. Really.

Please vote for me or I’ll shoot this cat with my AK47.
But before that, I will first shave all his fur off and leave him in the refrigerator for a day.
Then, I’ll gouge his eyes out and maybe snip one of his ears off.
Then, I’ll saw his paws off.
On the last day, I will shoot him beyond recognition with my AK.

We don’t want this cute cat to be a prop in the next Saw movie now, do we?

Save a kitty, vote for me!

His days are numbered so get voting now.

This song makes me happy.

Umbrella is so last summer.

Okay, all I need is:
1. 30+ people who can dance (or at least, think they can dance)
2. A camera man
3. That glitter blue dress
4. Some sort of scissor-lift
5. A volunteer who is willing to give me a foot massage and whisper good things about me to my ears — only because directing is a life-threating job.

We can definitely use the school hall for this.
This will definitely be a hit next summer. Mark my words. Haha

This could also be my last entry this month. I’ve maxed out my bandwidth again (yes again). Unless, I get another generous bandwidth hike or, I move to wordpress.com
We’ll see.

Do nominate.

Google keeps referring perverts looking for V Hudgens ‘new’ pictures online. If you were paying attention, my website went offline in just a few hours after the ‘news’ only because of an unrelated entry I made about her moons ago. Imagine wasting all my precious gigs of limited bandwidth in just a few hours. My host has been great by granting me a temporary bandwidth hike to keep my site online till end of the month (when the counters are reset). All this happened yesterday, now I am down to my last 2gigs of bandwidth.