I So Feel Like Kicking You.

I am unfortunately bipolar. One minute I pity, the next moment filled me with hatred. But I hold on to the same principle: The things you have done, you cannot undo; you must bear the consequences. In other words, PADAN MUKA. I try my best not to say these two words to the face, though, I know how piercingly sharp it could be when you are (for example) in regret about something you lost etc.

But still. Let's pray I don't hate you.

I lost my phone in Luton Airport but got a new number. Message me thru Facebook so we could keep in contact.

I moved and there's no Internet connection in this house. Am still considering whether I should buy those broadband thingies. Maybe yes, maybe not.

NB: Mak, bukan orang yg salah sbb hilang phone. Jangan marah. Haha. Makcik rumah lama tu mmg Yahudi tp dia tak kacau pun. Anyway, da selamat pindah da. :)

Könnte auch häufiger als manchmal sein.

*Die Liebe ist manchmal ein Arschloch.

I Played With the HTML.

Luckily enough, my blog retained shape. Ugh. Will tackle the matter when I have less things on my hands.

Loving It! :D

I installed this new hover code and I love love love it.

Do visit my Facebook page, too! :D

p/s: Cool, ne? You got it. *happy* credits to this guy here.

I Will Never Love You More

Saya Bajet Hot. Seriously.

1. I won't approve people I don't know on Facebook. I don't believe in "Ala, Fb kan gunanya utk tambah kawan?" or such related whatnots. I have over 500 friends already, yg tu pun tak terjaga. So thanks, but no thanks.


2. Many of my girlfriends from school are married, or are warming up to it. So they went on to their next phase of life - congratulations, babes. Ich hab leider den Zug verpasst. :) Just reflecting on my few years back is a real pain in the S, and to think that I have five more years to go before graduating? Sometimes being too ambitious is a right downfall.


3. To prevent my lemaks from accumulating under my lovely lovely goose feather blanket, I went to the city today, alone. As I wandered aimlessly about, an old lady politely let me go up the escalator before her (ironic, isn't it, in Malaysia we always let the elders go first. Here, age is NOTHING). I stood on the steps, thinking about nothing when the lady tapped me on the shoulder. She said, "You have such beautiful hair, why don't you take your scarf off and let it show?" And I was thinking, "Makcik ni penah dtg rumah aku ke, mane dia nmpk rambut cantik?" I stuttered a bit, and answered, "No, no, well, it's also cold now, and it always rains, so its quite practical to wear a scarf," and grinned je lah, ape lagi nk buat. Then she said "Aww, that's a pity, one should be allowed to show that one is pretty," but thank God escalators are not one kilometre long, and I ventured left as soon as I reached the top. She said something else, I do not care to hear as I am making an escape, and so I (being typically German) called out "Thanks!" and didn't look back.


4. I started to hope I have something Malaysian to wear on me as I go around. Not the flag, please, it's too much resemblance to the American. Just to avoid answering for the umpteenth time "No, I'm not from Indonesia, but Malaysia." In Berlin, someone even called out - "Ni hao!"
The unbelievable idiot.
But then he asked me if he was wrong by shaking his head and looked so cute. :)

Ach, ja, Zeile 10, 11, 12, und... err, was kommt danach?*

So you can't. So be it. So let me know exactly. If possible, NOW.

*Ah, yes, line 10, 11, 12, and.. err, what comes after that?

- happened today in class. I totally suck at numbers.