.completely random pictures.

Kiran Jacob. He said I looked like Amelie Mauresmo. <3>

Naz and me saw this woman in KLCC. She had blue legs!

The amazingly disgusting protein shake.

Guess who's reading porno comics at school!

Carin!

Helen Sneha's pink handbag.


Translated: Una sonrisa al dia me hace maric.

Bleeding Love

Bleeding Love

Closed off from love,
I didn't need the pain,
Once or twice was enough,
And it was all in vain,
Time starts to pass,
Before you know it you're frozen.
This week was okay. We're all pundeks (Pundek means pussy in Tamil, I think) in class. It's kinda fun. Firstly, HAPPY SIXTEENTH, CARIN. God bless and keep you safe from the evil Ruindra/Celeste/Husaini's of the world. Went to Carin's house yesterday. Helen's mom picked us up with her totally ADORABLE little sister, Hannah. Passing by the security guard, Helen's mom got pissed with him and it was really, really funny. Helen, your mom is awesomely, insanely cool. We found Carin's house after a bit and her house is seriously nice, and her dog is cute, even if it's a little scary. Si Yng and Yee Ling were the second to arrive, followed by Amelia, Christine, Siew Huey and Shi Sian. Shasha was the last to arrive, and we should've made her sing... Camwhored like fahkk and I'll post the pictures sooner of later. Probably later, knowing me. I had to leave early, cause of ensemble practise. Sorry, Helen.
But something happened,
For the very first time with you,
My heart melts into the ground,
Found something true,
And everyone's looking round,
Thinking I'm going crazy.
This verse if kinda true. I mean, I'm deeply in love with Amelie Simone Mauresmo and everyone looks at me like, "What the hell?? Amelie Mauresmo? Is she crazy???" I don't know what it is, but there's just something about her... You know how it is. I swear, if I don't end up eing famous with Dirtnote (my band) or by playing the violin, I'm going to go like the guy in the movie My Date With Drew, where he finally, FINALLY got himself a date with Drew Barrymore. Mine would probably be called "Ohmigod, AMELIE!!!". Naz told me what would happen if I probably met Amelie and how it'd happen, as did Sulekha. They both had very different versions, but I'll tell Naz's first, cause it's funnier. Also, it makes me look better and we all know how much I like to be portrayed as the most gorgeous thing on the face of the earth. NOW I know why Leann dates Naz. It's all starting to make sense to me now.
But I don't care what they say,
I'm in love with you,
They try to pull me away,
But they don't know the truth,
My heart's crippled by the vein,
That I keep on closing,
You cut me open and I...
NAZ: So, one day, you'll be on the Ellen DeGeneres show with Leann and Nick because Dirtnote just won a Grammy award for best breakthrough band and Ellen asks you about why you wrote The Amelie Mauresmo song. You answer that Nickolai should take this question and Nick says that he doesn't approve of your crush on Amelie because she is, because he thinks she is indeed more manlier than him.
ME: And the Ellen DeGeneres audience throw rotten tomatoes at him and it makes the headlines?
NAZ: Uh, no. Let me continue, Steph. Then you go over to Ellen and Portia's for dinner, since all the Hollywood GLBT people hang out together, anyway. Everyone's there; cause it's a pool party, but as usual, you're no fun because you insist on wearing surf shorts and not a bikini like any normal person. As you're spying on Nickolai, who's totally flirting with TR Knight, Ellen yells at you to go over and help with the barbeque, so you do. You're carrying out some stuff with the help of Michelle Rodriguez when Michelle trips and one end of the table you're carrying goes flying and it knocks someone on the head. You look under the table and go, "Ho-LY SHIT!" because the person who just got hit by the table is Amelie Mauresmo.
ME: IS SHE HURT???
NAZ: Chill... You start stammering apologies to her, even though it's not your fault. Amelie looks up at you and gasps, probably because your arms are so magnificent. Did I mention that you're wearing that gray tee which makes your abs and arms look good? Instantly, you say something stupid, like "I love you, but I hate Svetlana Kuznetsova." or "Are you looking for a girlfriend?" and Amelie replies, "You do know Svetlana Kuznetsova's my Women's Doubles partner, don't you?" in that French accent and you just about die.
ME: *drools*
NAZ: Ew. So, after that, you're sitting by the pool right after pushing Kristanna Loken in, and you're all wet and laughing and Ellen DeGeneres calls you over. You go over to where she's standing with her arm around Portia DeRossi's waist and she says that she has someone she wants you to meet. Amelie's standing there, in a-
ME: Bikini, showing off her abs!
NAZ: Uh, sure. And she smiles at you, making you lose control of your brain cells. You smile back and flex your forearms, because I know that's your reflex when you're nervous or mad, and currently, you're very nervous. Amelie says hi to you, and you say, "Hi, I'm the table girl, uh, well, technically, I wasn't the one who KO'd you, but I'm really sorry and I-". Amelie laughs and tells you that you're funny and to stop blurting things out.
Keep bleeding,
Keep, keep bleeding love,
I keep bleeding,
I keep, keep bleeding love,
Keep bleeding,
Keep, keep bleeding love,
You cut me open.
Here Naz pauses to eat a handful of fries and take a gulp of Coke.
NAZ: Okay, where were we?
ME: When Amelie told me to stop blurting things out.
NAZ: Right. So surprisingly, after that, Wimbledon's going on and Amelie happens to be in the finals against Maria Sharapova, so she's got to get back to England ASAP, but the next day, when you're at home, swearing the house down because you fucked up your chances with the one and only Amelie Mauresmo, the doorbell rings. You open the door with a Kershaw, because since you became famous, all the manic lesbians of the world are on your case. It's a delivery van and the guy asks you to sign for something, but he won't tell you what it is.
ME: It it Amelie??? In, like, a wrapper and ribbon and nothing else? IS IT???
NAZ: Sorry, no. It's a Capuchin monkey, sent to you from England. You wonder who you know from England and come to the conclusion that it's Mz Fontaine, which is a little scary. Later that evening, Amelie's won Wimbledon and she's being interviewed by some TV guy. The guy asks her what's the most romantic thing she's ever done for someone and she says, "I just sent the person I love a Capuchin monkey today." You faint.
ME: *squeals*
NAZ: Ohmigod, you just squealed like a girl! One you come to, you fly out to Switzerland, where Amelie is. You grin at her and say, "Can I touch your abs?" She agrees and the two of you live happily ever after with her dog, your dog and your three kids.
Trying hard not to hear,
But they talk so loud,
Their piercing sounds fill my ears,
Try to fill me with doubt,
Yet I know that the goal,
Is to keep me from falling.
Ah, I love Naz. My other lawyer, apart from Yow Tzen, when he randomly yelled that he was my lawyer last year. Sunday School today was very, very interesting. Sulekha didn't come (screw you, bitch!) so I sat with Bianca and told her tales of Pn. Tan in English class, which she found rather funny, I guess. Then our teacher, this really weird woman called Cecelia made us switch places and paired all the girls up with boys. I GOT MAISON TAN! God, he's so funny. We made comments practically all through class, some stuff about Rebecca dropping Jacob and religion and things like that. After Sunday School, on the way to our car, dad stopped to tell Sr. Jane that we wouldn't be attending class on the 2nd of February and Sr. Jane told me to tell Cecelia. I caught her just in time and managed to explain that I wouldn't be attending class then. She nodded and said it was okay, then slapped me on my ass.
But nothing's greater,
Than the rush that comes with your embrace,
And in this world of loneliness,
I see your face,
Yet everyone around me,
Thinks that I'm going crazy,
Maybe, maybe.
Leann and Carmen sabo'd Naz, Eva and me yesterday morning. We were sitting outside doing sits-ups, push-ups and trying out chin-ups, and suddenly the hose comes on and we're soaking wet. Eva's braids got REALLY screwed up and the three of us chased them around the house and up the stairs, and when we caught them, no mercy was shown. Carmen's really intense. She’s Carmen; the loud Latin girl (whom I love very much) who always stands up for herself and her friends and what she believes in and had the greatest ass of any of us. She's amazing fun, especially after what she said about my abs yesterday. *sigh* I'm developing abs. Every other girl wants boobs, but I want abs, which is SO me. And unlike boobs, which grow when they want to, abs come as you work out, which makes them better than boobs. Boobs just get in the way, anyhow. Annoying shit. I don't get why everyone's so damn obsessed with boobs.
But I don't care what they say,
I'm in love with you,
They try to pull me away,
But they don't know the truth,
My heart's crippled by the vein,
That I keep on closing,
You cut me open and I...
Had time to kill with Eva and Carmen today and camwhored like crazy. Eva had this whole snazzy-hat thing going on today and I totally stole it to wear to Rachael's 18th, which is next week. I'm supposed to go see Mel later. If everything works out like it should, I'll be going to Rachael's with Mel and Eva's gonna be going with Carmen. If it doesn't, Eva can take one of her randon chicas and I'll take Carmen. Mom totally trusts Carmen, which is a little prejudiced, if you ask me, so wherever she goes, I get to go, because Carmen, being the amazingly GOOD and talented person that she is with all the moral values intact surely doesn't drink... *smirks* Well, we'll see about that, shall we? Not forgetting the time she didn't drink the champagne at the pre-party, but chose to splash it in my face instead.
And it's draining all of me,
They find it hard to believe,
I'll be wearing these scars,
For everyone to see.
Quick note here. I'm using this song because I heard it this one time on MTV. It's by Leona Lewis, who won X-Factor in England. It's the only R&B song I can stand to listen to at the moment and I also happen to think that the lyrics are superb. I was singing it all last night at Absolute and at violin class, and this morning at Sunday School.Everyone should listen to it. I'm looking for her album. Trust me, it's that good. Plus, the lyrics make me think of Amelie. Don't ask me why they do, they just do. And that's that.
I don't care what they say,
I'm in love with you,
They try to pull me away,
But they don't know the truth,
My heart's crippled by the vein,
That I keep on closing,
You cut me open and I...
Anyway, I've got to go put on a shirt and a pair of nice pants since I'm seeing Mel later and I wanna make a somewhat decent impression so that I can get a couple of answers to my questions to help me along with my decision. Part of me doesn't wanna leave home in case what I'm dreading happens, but whatever happens, happens for a reason, so I'll take whatever comes. Plus, no matter what, there's always DJ Sugar. More updates when I get back.
Keep bleeding,
Keep, keep bleeding love,
I keep bleeding,
I keep, keep bleeding love,
Keep bleeding,
Keep, keep bleeding love,
You cut me open and I,
Keep bleeding,
Keep, keep bleeding love.

Bleeding love,
xxSteph

.LOOK!.

Damn funny! This was Nick's confirmation present.

Carmen: I didn't hear you come in.
Me: Well, if you weren't working on making yourself deaf, you might have.
Carmen: Oh, shut up, *giggles* So how was you day?
Me: Rough, can you make it all better? *looking at Carmen with puppy eyes*
Carmen: Nope.
~
Carmen: You're a trip. Te quiero.
Me: *looks at Carmen a little puzzled*
Nick: Are you slow? She said I love you.
~
Nick: *hopping down off the island* Oh, get a room.
Me: Nick-ie!
Nick: *turns around*
Carmen: Look.
She and I plant a sloppy kiss on one another making Nick squirm.
Nick: You two make me sick *grabs a pillow and throws it at me and Carmen*
Me: You little turd! *sits on Nick* So you like throwing things huh? *Pins Nick down*
Nick: Yeah. What you gonna do about it?
Me: What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? So Mr. Fernandez here likes to throw stuff at people, so what should his punishment be?
Carmen: Hm... *puts on a pondering face then looks at me*...KISSES
Me: What kind?
Carmen: Big sloppy wet ones!
Nick: You better not!
Carmen: Oh, we better not?
Me: GET HIM!

The rest as they say, is history.

.amelie's reebok ad.

So. The Australian Open starts in two days. And I love Amelie and support her. She's mine. Mine mine mine mine mine. I'm marrying her.

.my new year's resolutions.

These are my New Year's resolutions. Read and review. Naz, Leann and Sopie helped me come up with them. Much love to them.

Act like a spy/secret agent for the day.
Act like I just met my friend for the first time.
Act profound.
Ad lib.
Add some strawberries to my ice cream.
Adopt strange mannerisms.
Alphabetize the food in my fridge.
Announce my candidacy for President.
Annoy total strangers.
Apply for a unicorn hunting license.
Appreciate everything.
Archive the Internet to 3.5" floppy disks (low density of course).
Arrest myself (Michelle Rodriguez could help me with this!).
Ask a question nobody can answer.
Ask embarrassing questions.
Ask for seconds.
Ask people how to pronounce their name.
Ask people if they want to see my belly button treasure.
Ask people if they've seen my head.
Ask stupid questions.
Ask the person in front of me to marry me.
Ask why.
At the bottom of escalators yell "MY SHOELACE!"
Attract lightning.
Award myself a Nobel Peace Prize.
Baby oil the floor.
Backstroke my way to class.
Bake the worlds biggest doughnut hole.
Balance a pencil on my nose.
Balance a pillow on my head.
Balance my checkbook.
Bark at people in the supermarket.
Bark at my dog.
Bark at my parents.
Be a leaf and leave.
Be a loan shark.
Be a monk...for a day.
Be a no-name.
Be a non-being.
Be a REALLY cautious driver.
Be a side affect.
Be a smart blonde.
Be a spy.
Be a square root.
Be a superstar.
Be amazing.
Be blue.
Be blunt.
Be Buddha.
Be cherubic.
Be cold.
Be cute.
Be envious.
Be halfway.
Be hot.
Be immobile.
Be in the wrong place at the right time.
Be jealous.
Be lazy.
Be legendary.
Be lord of the flies.
Be negative.
Be nervous.
Be neutral.
Be one of those people that yell, "SHH!" (Even though they ADD to the noise).
Be positive.
Be really annoying to everybody.
Be sharp.
Be smart.
Be somebody else.
Be someone special.
Be stupid for a day.
Be thankful for clocks.
Be unique, just like everyone else.
Beam myself up.
Become a band nerd.
Become a go-to kinda woman.
Become a hermit on my front lawn.
Become a paparazzi for my friends, follow them around with a camera.
Become a party animal.
Become a tic-tac addict.
Become an expert on something nobody cares about.
Befriend flies.
Behold the truth.
Bite every other nail.
Blast hip-hop music through town.
Blink a lot.
Blow bubbles.
Blow spit bubbles.
Boil ice cream.
Boldly go where no man has gone before.
Bother a family member, profusely.
Bounce a potato.
Braid my dog's hair.
Break into a friend's house and clean it.
Break some rules.
Bring a Furby to school.
Bring dog treats to the park and meet 25 new dogs.
Bronze my cousin.
Brush my teeth.
Build a house out of toothpicks.
Build a house with ice cubes.
Build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of waffles.
Build a pyramid.
Burp the Happy Birthday song.
Bury myfather's car.
Buy something from an infomercial.
Call a wrong number and talk to whoever answers.
Call an insurance company and try to insure the monkey Sulu gave me for Christmas.
Call toll free numbers and make friends with the operators.
Calmly have a nervous breakdown.
Carpet my ceiling in red.
Carry a briefcase with me and offer people phony legal advice.
Carry a tune, drop it, see if it breaks.
Carve my boyfriend/girlfriend/crush's initials in a marshmallow.
Catch a cold.
Catch a falling star.
Change my hand writing style.
Change my mind.
Change my name, daily.
Chase my family members around the sofa.
Check out the weather forecast for other parts of the world.
Check under chairs for chewing gum.
Chew ice.
Chew on a lollipop stick.
Chew on pen caps.
Chew on my arm until someone notices.
Chew my lip.
Churn some butter.
Claim I'm late for a date with the white rabbit.
Clean my room (*gasp*).
Climb the walls.
Clone myself.
Collect hotel keys.
Conceive a brand new language.
Confess to a crime that I didn't commit.
Confess to a crime that didn't happen.
Construct a shrine for the queen of the Gay People.
Count all the stars in the sky.
Count to a 100,000.
Count my teeth with my tongue.
Crawl around the room humming the music from Mission Impossible.
Create random equations.
Cut out photos and paste them on ice-cream sticks and have a puppet show.
Cut my fingernails/toenails.
Dance around my living room naked.
Dare to be stupid.
Day dream.
Debate politics with Naz.
Declare April 6th slap butt day at SMK Bukit Jalil and actively celebrate it.
Declare war.
Defy gravity.
Discover some cool uses for crates.
Discover the answer to the ultimate question, then the question itself.
Do a cartwheel.
Do a good job.
Do aerobics (in my head).
Do everything with my other hand for a day.
Do some paperwork.
Do the hokey-pokey at 3 am.
Do the magician saw a box trick with my family members.
Donate Bianca/Naz/Eva's body to science.
Dont ever use punctuation its rather annoying isnt it
Doodle or cartoon.
Dress in something silly and laugh at myself.
Dress like Nine Inch Nails, surprise Grandma and Amachi.
Dress up in a cow suit go to the supermarket.
Drink as much prune juice as I can.
Drink Coke till I get wired.
Drink straight shots of water.
Drop something to see if it breaks.
Eat broccoli and pretend to be a dinosaur eating trees for Marcus/Jaeda.
Embarrass myself.
Even the score of every tennis game that Amelie Mauresmo plays.
Every time I say the word "definitely", spell it out.
Every time I write something, use roman numerals for the numbers, for a day. Exorcise a ghost Experiment with makeup.
Eye witness stuff.
Faint.
Fake an accent.
Fall asleep.
Fidget.
Figure out how to get myself on international TV.
Find a bug and chase it.
Find an address to Amelie Mauresmo/Sarah Shahi/Michelle Rodriguez and write them a letter and see if they write me back.
Find other people who have my name.
Find the longest URL I possibly can.
Find the meaning of life.
Find the nearest nowhere and go there.
Find typos on websites and e-mail the webmasters to let them know.
Find my half-life.
Flip upside-down and check out the Anti-Gravity Room.
Flirt with people.
Fluff my pillows.
Fold everything I can.
Follow random people.
Forget to groom.
Form a political party (Naz, you're going DOWN!).
Form a union.
Gargle.
Gesture.
Get a song stuck in my head.
Get angry with myself.
Get bubblegum stuck in my hair and try to get it out.
Get caught red-handed.
Get on the radio.
Get run over by a train of thought.
Get Cadbury and Corbin braces.
Get myself as nauseated as possible, like by spinning around and looking straight up.
Give names to my body parts.
Give Vanessa a mohawk.
Give to charity.
Give myself a new identity.
Glue pages of my classmates' textbooks together.
Go back to square one.
Go for a bike ride.
Go for a run.
Go for a walk.
Go insane.
Go into a bar and ask for a Molotov Cocktail.
Go shop for a really good book.
Go skinny-dipping.
Go squirrel watching.
Go swimming.
Go through the dictionary looking up really long words like discombobulated.
Go to a funeral and tell jokes.
Go to a Swing dance and do the hokey-pokey.
Go to McDonald's and pretend I can't speak English or BM.
Go to the national museum, and try to get kicked out.
Grease every door hinge in the house, then yell at people for slamming doors.
Groan, act confused when people ask if I'm are okay.
Hail a cab and walk.
Hang out in the bathroom wearing a suit and sell people things.
Have a burping contest.
Have a carpet picnic.
Have a staring contest with myself in the mirror.
Have a water-drinking contest.
Have an egg toss.
Have people follow me with red carpet everywhere.
Help an old lady cross the street.
Hide.
Hire people to wait on me.
Hold amateur wrestling matches at my gym.
Hold an ice cube as long as possible.
Hold my breath.
Hold my hand.
Hop on one foot all day.
Hop up and down.
Host your own radio show from my parents' bathroom.
Hot wax the bottom of Naz's dress shoes.
Hug a stranger then apologize saying I thought they were my grandma.
Ignore anyone who talks to me.
Inflate a beachball and throw it around the room.
Insist everyone calls me "Yo' Majesty."
Interview a member of the opposite sex.
Invent something.
Join an Amelie Mauresmo fan club.
Join the debate team and agree with everyone.
Juggle everything I can find.
Jump up and down.
Kidnap Barbie and friends.
Kiss and make up with myself.
Kiss my elbow, if I can.
Knight myself and some close friends.
Knit a sweater.
Laugh at things that are not funny.
Lay a long straight line of masking tape on the floor then spin around really fast then try walking on the masking tape.
Learn random lines from TV shows and yell them at people.
Learn a new word in the dictionary.
Learn insulting words in other languages.
Learn random facts and share them with people.
Learn to let go.
Learn to peel a banana with my feet.
Learn to read Sanskrit.
Learn to square dance.
Learn to throw my voice.
Learn to whistle 14.4/28.8 b/ps modem sounds.
Let a helium balloon float up to my ceiling and throw things at it to pop it.
Lick my hand and see the spit evaporate.
Listen to a type of music that I don't normally listen to.
Listen to really hard music and head bang.
Look at something for awhile, shut eyes, and study the after image.
Look on a Coke bottle or cereal box and call the consumer information line and ask them some questions.
Lounge around the house in prom attire.
Make a Christmas wish list in July.
Make a deal with the devil, but keep my fingers crossed.
Make a list of things to do when bored.
Make a list of things I want.
Make a rubber band ball.
Make a basketball hoop from a dustbin and throw crumpled up paper for baskets.
Make an entertaining phone answering-machine message.
Make faces at strangers to make them laugh.
Make shoelaces out of noodles.
Make sound effects for stuff.
Make up a new language.
Make up code names for myself and some friends.
Make up crazy facts about things and tell them to other people like I'm very smart.
Make up famous sayings.
Make up ghost stories.
Make up poems or songs about my boredom.
Make my feet talk to each other.
Master the art of cherry-stem tongue-tying.
Memorize pi (the number).
Mix and match my socks.
Mix some odd foods together and eat them on the front of my house.
Never say never.
Open a box of Animal cookies and make an animal farm.
Open everything.
Out of nowhere, or when it is quiet, say loudly, "When I say heeee-aay, you say hoooo, Heeee-aay!!" and see how many people say "Hoooo!"
Overpluck my eyebrows.
Paint with my toes.
Paint leopard spots on my laptop.
Pay for expensive things with one-sen coins.
Phone Teresa Kok and see if you can convince her to have lunch with me.
Pick a random person and worship them.
Pick other peoples' noses.
Plan a journey.
Plant M&Ms.
Plaster those free tattoos all over my body.
Play a tune with keypad numbers on the phone.
Play cards.
Play dead.
Play dress-up with all the clothes I have in my closet (I could be Daniella Sea or Kate Moennig!).
Play songs backwards and listen for satanic messages.
Play tag.
Play to lose.
Play video games.
Play with some LEGOS.
Plead the fifth.
Plot revenge against someone.
Plot the overthrow of the SMKBJ board.
Post Post-It Notes all over my house.
Pour water in my hand, make a sneeze noise, and throw water on the back of a person's neck and act like I'm not sorry at all for what they think I did. Comment instead on how big that sneeze was or about how there was a lot of mucus in that one.
Practice phrasing my answers in the form of a question, like on Jeopardy.
Practice my armpit farting skills and advance to trying with my hand cupped on the back of my knee.
Practice my tai-chi. Wave my arms all around like I really know what I'm doing.
Preach about wearing seatbelts.
Pretend to be a car - make appropriate revving noises in my head as I walk along and add a racing commentary as I pass strangers in the street. Use blinking eyes as indicators for extra authenticity.
Pretend to communicate with my home planet.
Pretend I'm God.
Pretend I'm Xena the Warrior Princess/Rayne the Dhamphir/Violet from UltraViolet.
Procrastinate.
Pronounce my friends' names backwards.
Pull Viven's braid/bun.
Propose marriage to the next living thing I see.
Push my eyes for an interesting light show.
Put bunny ears on people I don't know (the two finger kind, like a peace sign).
Put doll clothes on Jaeda and play dress up.
Put legwarmers on all my furniture.
Put lighted EXIT signs on all my closets.
Put sunglasses on Cadbury and Corbin.
Put my Christmas lights up in April.
Put my shoes on the opposite feet.
Quiver.
Read a book a sentence a day.
Recite romantic poetry to my toaster.
Recopy the Bible substituting my name for God.
Relive fond memories.
Repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning - Pick a random word out of a magazine and say it aloud to myself until it becomes a meaningless set of noises.
Repeatingly call someone Al and get mad when they say that's not their name.
Respond to everything with, "Well, that's what you think."
Roll my change.
Roll my tongue.
Run a Miss Area-code pageant.
Run around my house as fast as you can and, count how many times I can go without getting tired.
Run for Pope.
Run to the window, then say, "Sorry, I thought I saw Amelie Mauresmo".
Save my toenail clippings.
Say "blink-blink" when I blink.
Say everything twice.
See how long I can hold my breath.
See how long I can sleep.
See how long I can stay awake.
See how many hugs I can get in one day.
See if diamonds really do cut glass with Delta's diamond earrings.
Send postcards to myself.
Send my fighting fish (Corbin) to obedience school.
Set my life's ambition to become a slacker.
Shave my head.
Shoot rubber bands at someone, when they accuse me look confused and point to the person to the left of me.
Shout "Shut up, SHUT UP!", and hit my head on a table.
Show school pride, for a school other than SMK Bukit Jalil.
Sing even if I can't.
Sing in the rain.
Sit on the washing machine during the spin cycle.
Smell EVERYTHING I come across.
Smile all day for a day.
Spend a few hours daydreaming that I had a billion dollars.
Spike my hair.
Spill things.
Spin pencils on my fingers.
Spit shine my Converses.
Stand on my head.
Stare at the back of someone's head until they turn around - This works on the "I have the feeling I'm being watched" principle.
Stare at the ceiling and try to make something out of the dots.
Stare into space.
Start a club, make everyone who joined pay dues, then call it stupid and quit.
Start a conversation with myself.
Start a diary.
Start a wave.
Start laughing really hard and say, "Oh, now I get it.".
Start something but don't finish it.
State fallacies as fact (like, "peanuts grow on bushes").
Step off a curb with eyes shut, imagine it's a cliff . Don't step off immediately, build up to the jump. Study the ravine below. Feel the winds at that altitude. Step off and...AHHHHHH!!!!!
Stick my tongue out.
Stomp grapes in the bathtub.
Stop what I'm doing, flick on the radio, get up and dance.
Surf the internet.
Swear at myself.
Take a week of holiday to just sit at home and watch tons of movies.
Take an IQ Test.
Take money out of the bank and spend it all on myself.
Take pictures of interesting things that I see all day.
Take my TV outside.
Talk back to the radio.
Talk like a pirate.
Talk with my hands.
Think of nicknames for everyone I know.
Think shallow thoughts.
Throw a huge party for no reason at all.
Throw a sleepover.
Throw a tomato into a fan.
Throw marshmallows against the wall.
Tie bows in everything
Try a sample of every flavor at Baskin Robins' but don't buy anything.
Try harder.
Try plan B.
Try to break a world record.
Try to develop psychic powers, then use them.
Try to outmaneuver my shadow.
Try to play a cassette in my CD player.
Try to put my feet behind my head.
Try to stay up for more than 24 hours.
Turn off the lights whenever I enter a room.
Turn on everything.
Turn on the TV, put it on mute and make up dialogue.
Turn my TV upside down and watch it.
Turn myself in a for a crime I didnt commit.
Unplug everything and rearrange the furniture.
Use a kick me sign. As a challenge, see how many people I can put a kick me sign on without them knowing it.
Use the word "stuff" as much as possible.
Use my secret mind power - Pick a passerby and try to use my mind power to command them do something, like drop their bag or knock into someone. The law of averages dictates that sooner or later one of my mind commands will come true, so I can convince myself that I really have super human powers and waste even more time trying them out.
Walk around a public park, every so often pretend to trip on an 'invisible' wire.
Walk around as a body guard for a day for one of my friends.
Walk around the room begging for spare change.
Walk extra fast all day.
Wash behind my ears.
Washable crayons are a wonderful invention. Pick a wall and invite friends.
Watch 101 Dalmatians and see if they really show 101 Dalmatians.
Watch a foreign film.
Wear a different Hawaiian print shirt everyday for a year.
Wear a lampshade on my head.
Wear a right shoe that is different than my left shoe and see if people notice.
Wear a three-piece suit in a sauna.
Wear all my clothes inside out for the day.
Wear fuzzy bunny slippers to school.
Wear no underwear.
Wheeze.
When I buy something, ask to get my picture taken with the clerk.
When I have people over, ask them if they ever feel like they are being watched.
When I smile bite my lip.
Whine about everything.
Whisper everything.
Whistle while I work.
Wiggle my leg.
Wiggle my nose.
Wiggle my toes.
Wink at everyone.
Write a book about your previous life.
Write a limerick.
Write a poem.
Write a rant letter to the Sun/Star.
Write a really long essay.
Write a song.
Write calligraphy messages to my friends.
Write complaint letters to companies that annoy me.
Write fortune cookie sayings.
Write glow in the dark messages on peoples ceilings (I'm watching you!).
Write graffiti under the rug.
Write in a circle
Write letters to random people claiming I'm their lost cousin, ask for money.
Write my name in permanent marker on all my underwear.

Am I serious? You decide.

.tell me.

Just say those simple words,
So I don’t have to first,
Tell me that you love me,
Quench my starving thirst.
Make my heart stop yearning,
For what I can’t obtain,
Don’t fill my head with fancies,
That never entertain.
Say those three small words,
That have such a giant meaning,
Pull me back from this cliff,
Over which I seem to be leaning.
Tell me that you love me,
Always have and more,
Tell me it was I you dreamt of,
That it’s me you do adore.
I know I may sound selfish,
Of this I know it’s true,
But I also know that I should say it,
I am deeply, madly,
Oh-so-sadly, truly,
In love with you.

Yes, I know it sucks. I wrote it in like, two minutes. But I BLOGGED. Sulu, you can read this at my wedding.