LACUNA: profanity

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appropriation

appropriation,
i have committed none,
to take him for my own use,
was never blatantly done.

sorry for causing the insecurities,
sorry for all the concerns,
but silly silly you...
and all your f*ckd up paranoia.

chain him if it makes you happy,
make him your prisoner if you please,
he was never mine in the first place,
and will never be!

go ahead... keep you're better half,
who is your everything and the world,
because my world stays the same,
with or without him.

so i say welcome,
for the times i defended you,
when he came to me,
annoyed at you and doubtful of the relationship.

because you see,
appropriation of someone's feelings,
i have committed none,
just you and your covetous self.

so how's your raya so far?

sooo are you all done stuffing yourself with nicely wrapped ketupats, colourful kek lapis, and the spicy savoury taste of the rendang, curry and ayam masak ____ (add colour of your choice).

i fcking miss raya food.
i spent raya morning bundled up under my blankett, missing home... and then dragging my ass to school.

by afternoon, i was with miss nurulle in a kebab shop.
no rendang or curry for us... no kek lapis, no air syrup... just a kebab, that was enough for the both of us.

nurul cooked rendang the night itself.
and it was just the right kinda spicy 4 our standard...
to the european housemates who tried, it was burning hot. LOL!
we 3 tiny malaysian girls (isla, nurul n i) with the help of the rendang of course made the 193cm espanyol dude cry.
kekekekeke.... malaysia boleh kan!

Ms. Storyteller

tears and blood spill in my veins
the aching pain of betrayal began
a friend is no longer a friend
but who's to blame?
the friend or the growing personality disorder that has slowly taken over

it's sad to see such a beauty defiled...
her harmless search for an identity soured
semblance of personalities used to hide a dreary self identity away
her new found confidence exerted to steal any attention that comes your way.

you sick sick girl
is that what you craved for
feeling mortally victorious when all eyes are on you
did that help in feeding your growing megalomania?

so what's behind that innocent smile facade?

what are you trying to hide from me?

you remain silent about the truth when i asked

when 'a minute and a second acquaintance' already knows your deepest secrets.

so your trust is given to someone you hardly know

was it because he has a stick between his legs

that is capable of spiting into your mouth as you spat the truth out

a mutual reciprocation of each other that until now you've been denying

what an evil sin

for you to fall in love with

constantly spinning me around your web of deceptions and lies

do you even feel slightly remorse?

so you think i remained clueless about your recent 'events'

would it shock you that i know of your secret visits

or hear stories of how you threw yourself at him

to encourage that growing sexual desire

did you think i underestimated your capabilities

believe me, stories about you parading around his room with nothing but eyeliner on
of you riding him and moaning in ecstasy
won't surprise me, at least not anymore.

a fine line between right and wrong has blurred for you my friend...
and in your search for truth, you've became an utmost lie.
and i'm jus waiting for the day you fall and melancholy cry
to say 'i told you so'...

blogs and their ratings...

isnt it interesting that blogs now have ratings too... just like films, blogs can now be categorised when it comes to issues of sex, violence and profane languages and whether these issues are suitable for minors...
dont get me? well thanks to shell, i found this new cool site o shud i say generator wic actually helps determine the rating of your blog... cool ey!

let's haf a lil tour shall we...

shell's blog was rated G based on the usage of crap

vero's, arthur's, sam's and fab's were all rated PG

ting's untitled was given a PG-13... LOL

aaron's androgynous, astounding, robust, original and nude given R... HEH! guess narcissism isnt too healthy for kids... *joking* u noe i luv u aaron

so who get's the most restricted rating of all... *drum roll pls*

irene's creative bitchin was rated NC-17... hahahahaha

and so was

phyl's lacuna... :(

i dont get it, irene getting NC-17 isnt a surprise, she's hardcore bt me... I'M AN ANGEL!!!!!

according to the site, here's d reason why...

thx to the word penis... lacuna was given NC-17... i had to blog bout bobbitt, owh and micropenis... guess being educational isnt a gud thing now!

even damndirtyangel was given PG. his latest post says, 'having an average size cock is not so bad' (arth... sorry using u as an example, no hard feelings k!)... cock and penis... wad's d difference..
i guess it all boils down to smart choice of words...

*sigh*

so kids.... STAY AWAY frm dis blog!!!!

for more info about the ratings, click me

me confused!

am a perfectionist!

but why am i falling for the one thing that i said i should not.

the fine line between right and wrong has blurred, my head is confused and my heart is taking advantage of the situation.

God is secretly mocking me and prolly thinking, "there you go for planning too much ahead!"

i'm thinking, 'dat crackbrain shouldn't have even called!'

on the other hand... study life isnt doing great either... am f*cking confused when it comes to LAND LAW and completely clueless with equity and trust. pfft!

great life for a student who was just awarded a scholarship yesterday huh!

jerk with a small package

so i was at a party last nite...
and i had the weirdest conversation with a total jerk who shall nt be addressed by his given name anymore...

it's ok dat he chose to talk 'bout sex with every single human being at the party
it's ok dat he called himself mr. hottie wen obviously he's nt
it's ok dat he claimed to know the name of any body anatomy bt seriously i don't need a SHOW-and-tell

so this self-proclaimed einstein happens to be a huge tv fan of grey's and nip/tuck and thx to the shows he was a little to eager to show his new found biology knowledge to the world... jerk ass approached me with a smirk on his face, bragged that he's nip/tuck's NO.1 fan and had to give me his point of view...

"micromastia" he said pointin at my bosoms...
i looked at him puzzled... "micro-wad?" dont blame me if i'm nt a nip/tuck fan

he laughed... "that's d scientific name for underdeveloped breast", he claimed...
fuck i thought inside bt smiled i did on d outside...

"do you know that if you massage them on a regular basis, they get bigger... bt there are techniques" he continued...

i left the conversation, d dude was obviously a lil drunk and i wasnt in the mood to hear 'beauty' advice frm a drunk who cud slip into an ultra tight pants and left no visible bulge... lil bro must b puny

i do not have underdeveloped breasts...ok i might nt have double Ds, bt i fill a t-shirt jus FINE...

went on wiki to search for the scientific name for small dick, cuz obviously he has one... result was satisfactory...

nex time i see the jerk, i'll point at his puny package and holler MICROPENIS* frm far...
now, i lk dat scientific name better, doesnt need one to guess the meaning alrite ;)

*link has disturbing images of very small hairy dicks...

yada yada

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*a knock on the door*

visible thru peep hole were three humans dressed in their sunday church attire... 2 in knee-length skirts and the other in trousers.

all had their hands occupied with a little black book. all three looked anxious.

the owner of the apartment opened the door and left it a little ajar, 'yes?' the man asked

the 3 said in sync, "good morning sir... have you found Jesus?"

the door now fully opened, nothing separating the 3 from the man.

the man gave a puzzled look on his face, "hmm... have i found Jesus? am sorry, i didnt know he was lost?"

the 3 were stunned at the answer and soon the bewilderment transferred from the man to them.

amused the man said, "try looking back to the place where you last saw him, maybe he's still there!", closing the door leaving the 3 speechless.
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excuse my blasphemous entry,bt am annoyed by my oh-so-holy-cousin who wants to SAVE me.

i do believe in God and that Jesus died on the cross for us and i do know for the fact that my cousin cant SAVE me because only Jesus can...bt one more line about how i should follow him to church, o how he'll SAVE me, o how he brags about leaving it to God to plan his freaking future, he'll might just make me more sacrilegious than i already am.

forgive me God for being so blunt in this entry.

dos n donts in RMWF

DOs

i) bring along lotsa lotsa mosquito repellent, for obvious reason, to kill those f*ckin blood-suckers

ii) bring along ridsect to kill d f*ckin blood-suckers if (i) doesn't work

iii) a portable fan/ chair

iv) camera

v) dress s comfy s possible, no body-huggin outfit... sticks lk glue once d sweat pores open

vi) a sign saying, " dude, get a life and u'r blockin my view"

vii) if dey did invent an ah-beng-repellent, that will be most helpful

viii) hand towel... 2 wipe your sweat and sweat particles frm mr.gross nex 2 you or even saliva wen some1 rains on you during conversations.

ix) stilts for shortie lk me wen inconsiderate arses decide to tower ovr you, works in both way, it either makes you taller or it functions as a weapon to bang those arses on their heads...

x) an-ah-beng-alert-alarm that rings if an ah beng is within metres from ya, time to get those stilts ready...

DON'Ts

i) bring food along... thx 2 me, 3sa's mr. potato chips wen down d garbage

ii) (fat gals) wear outfits dat r 2 tight o 2 revealing... for the love of god... we dont wan2 b blinded by scenes of your fat getting jiggy with it... nanananana

iii) (guys) skinny: dont go walking around shirtless, ribs arent dat gud 2 look at

fat: dont go walkin around shirtless 2, fat arent dat good 2 look at either

iv) guys who decide 2 be a sissy and shave off their armpit's rainforest... dont lift up your arms to often... it's jus 2 amusing!!!

v) bring along a bag that is a size to big 2 be convenient... me n 3sa had d hardest time telling passers-by to watch out 4 d bag... the bag works as a trap too, trippin over drunkies

vi) CUT QUEUES... to those idiots who cut d line while waitin for 4 the shutter bus... i would love to say fuck you but i choose to bless u instead, may god bless you, hopefully to lose your balls soon(gals on top, guys below)... yes, you're nt dat cool after all

p/s: i haf suc a fuck mouth 2day... PMS ,dont mind me!!

eric and a fuck documentary

eric called about 25 hrs ago...

and we having this looseness that is infectious on each other, our conversation can be seriously random at times....

from his complaints bout d internet service in tasmania, he having 2 pay $3,000 aussie dollars bcuz dey charge 50cents for every 1 MB of any uploads or downloads

to the clubs in tasmania playing classics instead of the normal r& b o techno found in most of our clubs

to the dull life in tasmania n thus the downloadin of tv series n the payment of $3,000...
( eric's definition of tv series = porn)

to the japanese words you can learn from watching porn...
* yamateh = dun wan
* e-teh = painful

o the foul languages u can learn frm korean tv series

*sek-kia = fucker

which i thought, until recently, to be jus a harmless bastard... oops me bad

to the word fuck and a documentary about it which eric recently watched simply called the fuck documentary which he deemed to be fucking hilarious...

so i did a search on youtube... and found this... it's nt exactly the fuck documentary eric was talking about... bt i guess they haf similar concepts...

watch it.... SERIOUSLY!!!!

do you think by waiting you make me a patient gurl... welll think again!

today i woke up grouchier than ever...

phyllis is not happy today...
why? BCUZ IT'S FREAKIN' FEBRUARY ALREADY

forgive me for being un-forbearing on this post...

thx to you... my hormones are out of control, i have stress cultivate pimples, n my tummy can pass off as natural floats...

thx to you... my binges are now legendary, my temper is full of fury and my face is damn oily!

SYMPTOMS!!!!! u give me all the symptoms n yet u've successfully gone MIA since DECEMBER

my boobs have been sore... i'm constantly hot wen i think my ovulation process should have stop long ago... and now panty liners are my new found BFFs because it gets 2 g00ey down under...

do you think by waiting you make me a patient gurl... welll think again!

it certainly doesn't help when my worries reverberate constantly in my ears...
i wonder at your sudden departure and crumple thinking that when you do come... you're gonna give me a great time filled with cramps and heavy flows...

next stop @ the pharmacy... am gonna get me some more hormone pills or maybe a pregnancy test kit... though i implicitly believe the test will be negative...

and to make matters worst, i found this on the net...

'a normal woman menstrual cycles vary from shortest 21 days to longest 35 days. menstrual cycles vary in length from an average of 29 days in orangutans to an average of 37 days in chimpanzees'

great so i'm an abnormal woman who has menstrual cycles longer than a chimpanzee's... pfft... u got me this time... your act of sheer malevolence really got me this time!!!!

cleansing my soul...

i've been moody
been moody for the past two weeks
am gonna blame it on damn hormones...
am agitated... all this rage, wrath, fury 's killing me...
one blow to my arrogance and i'm gonna make my sentiments known...
fuck... dont want to be like this...
virtue in me is trying to stop it, but like a tennis match, the inner demons are a set away to victory!
this is bad karma... i have to change... have to please the gods a little...
i have to say bye bye to arrogance and sweep aside all my pride ...

i have to cleanse my soul...

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