BULLSHIT.

My Chemical Romance’s management has confirmed about the false statement.

Mr. Way is alive and kickin’ :)

this is hilarious.

some athols decided it would be fun to see how fast this rumor would spread on the internet, and took the advantage of MCR’s hiatus to make it work.

ATHOLS.

currently listening to Daniel (Acoustic), by Fuel.

this song makes me sad :( well it IS a sad song.

i get so annoyed by comments sometimes i just feel like deleting my blog. i mean it. but of course, i’m not a drama queen, so deleting my blog is not an option. besides, my blog is too precious to let go because of these worthless people WHO SOMETIMES NEED TO EFFIN THINK BEFORE THEY POST THEIR COMMENTS.

i figured there’s really no reason for me to reply their comments because for whatever i say, for whatever reason i state, they’ll find something else to counter attack me with.

i suppose i’m not a good blogger, since people don’t seem to get the meaning of my messages.

ANYWAYS.

i have a pervert for a lecturer. and man, is that disturbing. i find it hard, VERY hard to tolerate him today, ESPECIALLY today. whenever a word comes out of his mouth, my bloody blood pressure rises.

and i find his tutorials/lectures DOWNRIGHT POINTLESS.

tak boleh tahan.

is anybody i know going to the Bon Odori this year? i might gooo! :D with Amy and ze gang XD

excited! first time! wheee.

teehee look how fadorable gerard looks in this. the lady on the far left is his wife, Lyn-Z by the way. isn’t she prrrrrrrty? :D

i miss my boys :(

read THIS.

you have NO freakin’ idea how mad i was when i read that.

NEVER did i discriminate black people, EVER. even in that post where i blogged about the incident that totally scared the shit out of me, i NEVER said a word about South African people.

NEVER.

this girl claims i was terrified JUST BECAUSE the dude who came to me was black.

like hello?? YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW IT WAS LIKE TO BE IN THAT SITUATION.

and no, i was not terrified because the dude is black. PLEASE, GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT.

so okay, you lost me here — WHY was i scared? WHY was i terrified and trembling? WHY did i want to call my parents? WHY did i cry?

here’s WHY.

1. I, was alone on the platform. although KL Sentral would be a place where it can NEVER be empty/quiet, when the incident happen, i was ALONE. Everyone went on the train, but i stayed back. so i was ALONE.
2. when a stranger comes up to you and asks whether he/she could be your friend, what’s your reaction? seriously.
3. and this stranger seems to talk a bit too softly, on purpose, just so he/she could sit nearer to where you’re sitting.
4. and this stranger too, with that soft voice, has this traumatizing DISTURBING tone in his/her voice.
5. when someone asks you, “Are you shy? Are you scared?”, what comes to mind? i don’t know about you, but if someone i completely do not know asks me this, the first thing that comes to mind is “he/she wants sex.”

i hope 5 points are enough Ameeyn, if its not, let me know. i’ll give you more.

and by the way, i think you’re a racist yourself. i never for once addressed the dude as black, but you addressed me as “this Chinese girl”. you just HAD to state i was Chinese, and prove to people that just because i was Chinese, the reason i was scared was because the dude was South African.

even if the dude was Malay, Indian, Indonesian, or EVEN Chinese, if he came and approached me in that manner, i’d be terrified as hell too. so this was NEVER an issue of racism, until YOU brought it up.

you created this mess and i think you should clean it all up.

i’m mad at you for indirectly saying i’m racist because never in my life have i discriminated other races, apart from MY own race (heh).

THE END.

Genting was FUN!

heh, i don’t remember when was the last time i had that much fun fooling around in Genting.

maybe it’s because this time i went up with my cousins, and they’re pretty grown up, so they were daring enough to go on rides with me :D

although the other older two were total cowards. ahemjasminejoanneahem.

i sat on the Corkscrew! FINALLY! it was my first time going on the Corkscrew and dudeee, me likeee. i remember going to Genting after PMR with my friends and we wanted to go on the Corkscrew but it was closed because the mist was pretty bad. but this time i finally went on it!

and they also have this new ride called the Pirate Ship or something? and i went on it for like, 4 times. two of which, the lady didn’t let us down, she gave us an encore waaaahahahaha. because it was at night, and no one was in line. there were like what, 10 or so of us only on the ship. and the thing can actually fit 40 people.

but we were screaming our lungs off and were having so much fun huhu. i kept screaming through out the whole ride, although i kind of got immune to it by the time it went for a second round :/

and yeah, results, i pretty much lost my voice.

but i like lah losing my voice. the last time i lost my voice was during National Service last year.

Dionn and Wai Kuan kept “complementing” my ALMOST sexy voice.

HAHAHAHA.

and speaking of “HAHAHAHA-ing”, its so friggin hard to laugh when you don’t have your voice. its like, TAK PUAS.

its only a month away till the 2008 MTV Asia Awards, and god do i hope i can gooo!

MAA ‘08 take one.

MAA ‘08 take two.

MAA ‘08 take three! haiiiyaakk!

these photos were all taken by my so very humble W700i with a 2.0 megapixel camera, so yeah. :)

and have you heard??

PANIC AT THE DISCO IS COMINNNNNNNN’! WHOOPEEEEE!

if i’m not mistaken, it will be on the 4th of August, at Stadium Negara. whee hee naaaakk!

i wanna see Brandon Urie pleaseeee.

okays i better go study. i’m having my PR midterm test tomorrow.

i was a little ahead of time for class today, so i thought i’d not rush for the LRT and just wait for the next one. so i sat on a bench, and realized nobody else was on the platform but me.

then this guy came and sat on a bench right next (a separate bench) to me. and this conversation took place:

ass: hi.
joyce: (ignores. i thought he was on the phone.)
ass: hi? hello?
joyce: *looks left*
ass: are you a student?
joyce: yes.
ass: where do you study?
joyce: Tunku Abdul Rahman.
ass: tunu adu..?
joyce: TUNKU ABDUL RAHMAN. college.
ass: tunku abdul rahman? oh. where is it?
joyce: setapak.
ass: oh.
joyce: …
ass: what are you studying?
joyce: mass communication.
ass: wow mass communication, you must be a good calculator.
joyce: what? calculator? no. we don’t have any maths subjects.
ass: really?
joyce: …
ass: so you’re chinese?
joyce: *proudly* yes.
ass: what’s your name?
joyce: joyce.
ass: juy?
joyce: J-O-Y-C-E.
ass: oh. JOYCE. you’re very pretty (did not make this up. i’m serious.).
joyce: thanks.
ass: how old are you?
joyce: um, 19.
ass: you sure?
joyce: YES? (…)
ass: can we be friends?
joyce: (what. the. fuck.) um, no.
ass: why?
joyce: …
ass: its because you have a boyfriend.
joyce: no.
ass: you HAVE a boyfriend.
joyce: NO I DON’T.
ass: so you’re single.
joyce: yes.
ass: so can we be friends?
joyce: NO.
ass: why not?
joyce: because i don’t know you.
ass: are you shy?
joyce: (what. the. fuck. II.) no.
ass: are you scared?
joyce: of what?
ass: i don’t know.
joyce: …
ass: okay, so you don’t know me yet. i’ll let you know now.
joyce: (continues ignoring.)
ass: i am 24. my name is kelly.
joyce: cally?
ass: K-E-L-L-Y.
joyce: ok.
ass: i’m from South Africa. both my parents are South African. i have 3 sisters, one in Europe, one in Japan…. (goes on talking about his 1900 brothers and sisters. kidding.)
joyce: train’s here. i’m going.
ass: okay. can i have your number?
joyce: no. nice meeting you.

do i sound cool in that conversation? i wrote that down in my Psychology tutorial class earlier just so you know, afraid i might forget and knowing that i HAVE to blog about it. smart leh.

anyways. seriously. do i sound cool? cos, godd. as soon as i got on the train, i dialed Amy’s number.

i didn’t want to call my parents, i was scared i might worry them sick. so i called Amy.

and jeeeeeez i was so scared, i was trembling. towards the end of my conversation with Amy on the phone, i started tearing. i was THAT scared.

and after i hung up, fuh, tears were running down my face.

eh hello. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCARY THAT WAS.

that fucking asshole spoke damn friggin softly. and i couldn’t hear him, so he scooted nearer! FUCKED UP ASSHOLE.

i kept crying in the LRT. stupid, i know. i was afraid he might follow me into the train lah ok? and for some reasons, i dare not look back and see.

that’s that. has anybody heard about the XiaXue/DawnYang controversy that’s going on as we speak? well i don’t know if its over, but man, XiaXue rocks :)

XIAXUE ROCKS TOO!

see or not? the part where i highlighted. okaylah. if you can’t see well, i’ll MAKE you see well.

“BLOGGERS HAVE A RIGHT TO POST UP THEIR OPINIONS. THAT’S WHAT BLOGS ARE FOR.”

ahemtayloriansahem.

i’ve always liked the way she blogs, and then i read this. now i respect her so much as a blogger.

and the fact that Dawn wants to sue XiaXue for her post is pretty ridiculous to me. i mean, yes, even XiaXue has stated that eventhough most of the things that she said in that “defamatory” post may be true, but she cannot prove it.

but still, a lawsuit? DAWN. come on.

oklah. tu je, see you.

CHUBY IS BACK IN MALAYSIAAAAA! :DDD

and aeisyah’s coming back in a weeeeeek! happiness. kegembiraan. woohoo!