Bored? Who, me? No lah.

So what do you say to taking chances
What do you say to jumping off the edge
Never knowing if there’s solid ground below
Or hand to hold
Or hell to pay
What do you say
What do you say

Such a nice song. Keep hearing it on MIX.fm.

On a totally different note, I saw this car yesterday. Pretty funky I’d say. Except for this ugly word scrawled across the side.


FABULOUS.

See, sometimes, doing too much is too much. Some things are means to be implicit.

And noticing the car with those ugly words, in a way proves how bo liao I am.

I’m actually sitting in Starbucks right now, paying an exorbitant 10 ringgit for a cup of apparent SIGNATURE hot chocolate, which tastes exactly the same as when I make my own, so that I can surf the net.

Dumb Pantai restricts internet content, so I can’t apply for the ANU Student Ambassador position on my mom’s comp. And then I come here, and the page, shows nothing. There’s a Privacy Statement and…..nothing else. No button, no form, no nothing.

So now I’m emailing the person-in-charge to ask how how how.

And high school reunion when? When is everyone getting home? Let me know, and get me out. I mean, not like I’m confined, but ya I am. Worse off now that I stay further away.

But like I said to Ho Sek, for YOUR (anyone who’s coming to get me) convenience, I asked my mom the way to get to Kota Kemuning. And now I know. So for YOUR convenience, I can teach you how to get to me.

Save the princess in distress. You’ll be greatly blessed.