break.

Tell SPM:

























I.
























L♥VE.
























HER.










will be on hiatus till the 8th of December.
&will definitely go crazy due to the overwhelming sense of freedom. :)

xoxo
mary.

p.s//: see you on the dark side. ;)

interact interact oh interact.

joke of the installation night; I WON THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL CONTEST. NO, I DIDN GET BOLD, I GOT BEAUTIFUL. =.= (there comes a time in life when one is necessary to win something due to your good looks. gosh. i sound sarcastic to the max)

pictures as long gone promised.
most are on facebook though. :)

installation.

look at me!!! XD

♥

again, look at meeeee!!! HAHAHAHAAAA
candid.

the oldies.
loves* :)

the newbies.

tangtingtong.

unclesam!!! hahaha. sam is hot. YO

cephasyyyyyy. :)

elaineeeerrrsssss. :D

meeeeeeeeee.
gosh. i look so smug. hahahhaa.

installation.
most pictures are with christopher. but it'll take ages to get it from him. so heres what i have.

thomas' gay phone that is too cute! :D

mine. thomas. pamela.

illusion breakers.

gay ghost tranny!!!
XD
i still remember me going; "is that a guy?????"
and everyone went; "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
hahahaha. funny

me. han. guohan.

candid.

syikin, you can never beat han. he is korean, youre not. case closed. :P

han. guohan. gabriel. yasmin.

vivian. marshall. eugene. HAHAHAA

pamela. thomas.

pamela. thomas. me.

jacquilline.

yvonne.
i love her. :)

yvonne. guohan.

kimmy. guohan

marshall.

kimmy. han

jacquilline. han

pamela. christopher.

gabriel. jacquilline.

han. yvonne.

yasmin.
i dont know why its so blur. the person who took it didnt focus.

vivian.

yasmin. me.

jasmin. me.

han. me.

guohan the zohan. me.

marshall turkey ham pasta. me.

thomas. me

davis. me

yvonne. me

now, to beat cephas in his new game, me camwhoring. :P

hahhahaa. i wins. all of the above have the same pose like cephas'!!
HAHA.
you know i love you cephas. :P

xoxo
mary.





all i can some out about both farewell and installation is, with the right company, everythings great. when gabriel announced my name during farewell to get my certificate he went, "the always fashionably late, mary". so, i made sure i was bloody early for installation (and partly cause if the fact i had to do the slideshow. :P) and hmm. most of my rants about installation is done and recorded, posted ages ago anyways. and hmm, lister told me he was glad i won. which was nice of him. ' til this day, i still think it was a joke.

this is ridiculous.
granddad just changed the hotel again. =.=
why? cause most of his friends are staying there.
so we went from tanjung aru to downtown shagrila to le méridien.
and no, i have no idea where the hell it is.
so please people, enlighten me. :)
i'll be in kk this saturday at about 3.45pm and the dinner starts at 7pm.
leaving the next day at noon. =.=
so if you happen to bump into me there or stalk me outside my hotel, please say hi or gimme a call. ;)

i wont be bringing my laptop so my mobile tis the only way to communicate!

xoxo
mary.

the essay that got confiscated. at least, i remember enough of it to type it out.

"Let's Get these Teen Hearts Beating Faster, Faster.♥"

He held me close as we both sat there silently, admiring the hallmark gift-card view. Never would I want this night to end. With one touch, he erased all doubts and fears. Never have I met someone as happy and as spontaneous as him. Never have I felt happier and safer. We’ve been here, for an hour now, not talking, just being here, being each others’ company, appreciating the moment we both have together. Let me take you back earlier that day…

We met up at the Coffee Bean just in time for brunch. I admire his nerve to criticize Starbucks’ in front of its customers’ and employees’ faces about how Starbucks doesn’t serve real coffee and the people who quote and swear by the coffee served there as just posers, not “true coffee lovers”. Anyhow, I ordered a vanilla milkshake- being not a fan of coffee, let alone an avid one like him, and a chocolate muffin, wait no- two chocolate muffins. He ordered Newton-knows-what and we sat down. This is when he broke the news to me, over brunch- not exactly something you'd like to hear in the morning as it instantly dampens your day. After the initial shock and resistance to believe what he said we made a pack; one last day, might as well do it right and make the most out of it.

First off, we went to the park; he said he wanted to feed the ducks one last time. Funny how he says it, with a twinkle in his eye. He’s so brave and optimistic to be able to take it like he does. I admire the way he puts things, how he makes the most out of it. “Ahh, fuck it. You only get to live once, might as well.” That’s his quote, that’s what he says almost all the time. I adore his carefree attitude towards life, it’s one of the reasons why I was instantly drawn to him. Next, we went to a photo booth and took a million and one photos; he said he wanted me to remember this day as much as he would. That made me choke, he was being serious. “Aww, come on, cheer up. It’s not the end of the world!” He said jokingly, playfully punching my arm. But he's wrong; it is the end of the world. The world is nothing to me without him. He is my soul, my rock, my best friend and my lover. These pass three months have been the lowest point of my life when he wasn’t around. I can’t stand letting him go, even the thought of it sends shivers down my spine. His voice brought me back to reality. We then went to a lot of places, doing the things he always wanted to do, from singing and dancing in the rain to making everyone in the train do the Macarena and the Can-can dance to jumping into the public lake with our clothes on; head first, just so he can hear the ducks quack louder. He’s doing all the things he always wanted to do today, because he wants to and because he can. Nothing is gonna stop him today, he’s on roll.

We ended up having supper at some random Kebab stall cause he thought; to heck with it- he felt like trying a Roti. We danced on the road in between traffic lights when there were no cars, humming our own tune, swaying to our own beat, oblivious to the world around us. We were in our own world filled with infinity and no one but us. It’s perfect. When there are no worries, no tomorrows, no goodbyes. In our world, we can do anything we want and take our sweet sweet time. No one can stop us or ask us to pick up the pace because no one existed there but us. (Okay, occasionally Elvis pops in to make us a sandwich- we gave him a special pass to enter on certain dates.) We lay there on the pavement, talking about our hopes, dreams and silly secrets. It felt good, to be completely honest with someone and let go. We named a star after us, and saw a shooting star. We made a wish. I wished that we could be together forever. I don’t know what he wished for, he said he wouldn’t tell me, because it won’t come true if he does. We started to count the stars, but gave up at number twelve, knowing we don’t have the time to count them all. Maybe in our world, when we have the time of our lives, we’ll be able to count them all. In the end, we ended up counting the moon.

So here we are now, back at the park at our usual picnic spot, under the oak tree. The times we’ve spent together flashed through my mind. Like a billion channels being flicked through quickly on television. Everything seems so fast. It’s unbearable. I don’t ever want this night to end. We are the young. We should be out there, making more sweet memories together. I felt his breath on by shoulder, I looked up at him and he smiled, “Funny” he laughed. I purred. “Funny how time goes by. Every day ends in a blink of an eye” he continued. I stared at him, he really meant what he said. And I can tell, behind the forced smile, there’s actually a lot of pain he’s hiding from me. “Wish I can turn back time” he sighed. “I know, I know, no regrets. To be frank, I wouldn’t change anything. I just wish… I could have found out sooner” he tried to justify himself. “I’m sorry” he added. “Don’t be like that. You can’t be serious. There’s hope. There’s always hope. Maybe it isn’t definite. Maybe-“ I began. “Mary, my dear, when Pandora opened the box, she unleashed all evils to the world, alongside with hope. Believe me, my parents and I have tried. We’re too late. There’s nothing-“ he explained. “Well, if it’s that serious, then why are you here? Why tell me now? Shouldn’t you be with your parents?” I pouted, remembering his suddenly absence three months ago. He finally told me why he was off, and it made sense. He told me about the list of things to do he made. And that’s where he was, ticking the things off, one by one. “I’ve explained it all and they… reluctantly agreed. They’ve been really supportive. I’m really lucky- blessed even, to have them” he said. “Please, don’t-” I choked, “-don’t go. Stay, please. Stay with me”, two large salty tears ran down my cheeks. He kissed them and I could see his eyes red, moist with tears also.

“Look at us, sobbing away like some emotionally unbalanced teenagers. It’s silly” he faked a laugh, perhaps too hardly. I forced a weak smile. “I love you” he murmured, kissed my forehead and rested his head against my chest. I can feel his soft constant breaths against it and hear the crickets around us. We took turns, listening to each others’ heartbeats. We were each others first that night. He was my husband, and I am his wife. We said our vows that afternoon, we laughed about the shock our parents’ get when they find out. Safe to say, it was beautiful, and we both felt complete. I giggled as he nuzzled the nape of my neck. I felt so warm with his arms around me. I looked at him when I heard him whispering my name. He had his eyes closed, I kissed him softly on his lips, he opened his eyes slowly and for the first time, I saw the intensity in his eyes. It was electrifying. I felt naked under his gaze. He finally revealed what he wished for, which was to be with me, forever. No matter what. He then kissed me passionately with the most amazing enthusiasm for one last time, he murmured “I love you” for one last time, he held me tightly in his arms for one last time, he hugged me all over passionately for one last time, he looked at me in he eyes for one last time and he took his breath for one last time. Within a moment without hesitation, I took my life, so I can be with him, forever.

xoxo,

mary.

for the ladies. ;)

the women comentating at the end sounds so me! XDDDD
his voice, so velvety soft. so.. seductive. DROOLS.
i want a guy like him.
with his body.
so sexy.
and omg. did i mentioned he's FRENCH?!??!!
watch. watch. watch.

*orgasms*

xoxo
mary.

momentary insanity.

I am a firm believer of things happening for a reason. But, sometimes- well, most times, I can’t help but attempt to meddle with fate. Sometimes I can’t just sit there and do nothing. I have to do something. They say you create your own world, your own story, your own future. That, my friend, is sadly true. You are what you carve yourself to be. The question is, what do you want to be? What do you want to achieve? Sometimes I ask myself that. Perhaps, one time too often? Pehhhh. Nahhh. SPM? Fuck it. I find my trials more important then the actual thing. le gasp! I don’t know why am I not taking this superficial government exam seriously. I mean, this so called “important” exam can change my future. Apparently, this exam defines my future. So, in theory, if, lets say IF, I fucked it up. I fucked my future up. Well, really? I doubt one exam can change the whole galactic pull on things now can it? Right, I am now officially talking bollocks. Change of topic? Heck, why not.

Hmm. Lets see…

*blinks*

*crickets*

Okays, I am officially lacking my already low amount of brain cells. Sadness.

Time for a new hobby. Cyeah right. Why shit yourself with unrealistic suggestions that you know you’ll never let yourself achieve? Good gosh. I think, I am having some sort of midlife crisis here. Yes, you’ve heard me right. Midlife. Because I am THAT old. OR. An internal conflict within myself. Yes, within myself. Damn.

Right, I’m off to make some arabesque. Toodles!

clearly, i am in-need of a new fascination.

“He looks more like a garden gnome;

With his platform shoes from the Moulin Rouge

Adding more height then necessary to his giant frame.”

xoxo

mary.

interact installation review.

the above the a review on what i thought of the night.
trust me. i dont sound like that in real life.
and yes, my top's too big.

will upload the pictures when i can.
but here's a preview. :)





till then,
xoxo
mary.

quotas. part 2.

first off, this is sooooooo skins.
second, rupert grint looks so. effing. hot. no kid. :O!!!!!!!!

oh. my. effing. gosh. rupert, marry me. ♥

i want his shirt. seriously.

the hair. jadore. ♥

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me: *reads* i run/move with the wind, like Pocahontas.
rebecca: You know, Pocahontas' real christian name is Rebecca. Pocahontas is real. She really exists, John Rolfe is really her husband and she never dated John Smith. She only rescued him.
me: and john smith is...?
rebecca: you never watch Pocahontas is it?
me: yessssssssss. wait. John Smith is the blonde, John Rolfe is the brunette right? wow. i'm so gonna name my son John Rolfe.



left to right: john smith, pocahontas & john rolfe

shit. john rolfe is hot. :O!

rebecca: i like the name Antoinette. im gonna name my daughter Antoinette.
me: im gonna name my son Nathaniel Cedric William, then surname.
rebecca: yeah, i know you wanna give your sons looooong names. i'll name mine Charlie Lucius.
me: Lucius is nice. im gonna kill mine with their names. Nathaniel Cedric William and Rafaele Caleb William. Imagine them filling in their forms and their surname is like Boudeux or something;
[N][A][T][H][A][N][I][E][L][ ][C][E][D][R][I][C][ ][W][I][L][L][I][A][M][ ][B][O][U][D][E][U][X]
not enough space for them to fill their names in the forms.
rebecca: *mimics my future son* im sorry but i dont think that the name my mom gave is enough
me: i like the name Conrad. hmm.. Rafaele Conrad William...

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lester: the songs in your phone. guns and roses. so old. my mom listens to that.
me: hey! the guns and roses are cool. i even have hotel california. now, THATS cool
lester: and enrique
me: OHMYGAWD. ENRIQUEEEEE. SO SEXY.
lester: yeah. the ass, man. *whoops*

i'd tap that.

me: gosh, i KNOW. soooooo sexyyyyyy.
louis: who?
lester & i: enrique iglesias.
me: damn sexy. my gosssshhhhh.
lester: *sings* bailamossssss~ let the rhythm take you over~~
me: *continues* bailamosss~~~~~
lester: iissh. kalau saya chick... (iiish. if i was a chick...)

look at the arms! and *coughs* chest. :P

shit. *orgasms*

SEE. even guys think enriques sexy!!!

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guohan: we're gonna go *does weird clubbing dance*
me: come on, its tawau. where can you club, eh? Zenzi? Insomnia? FIRE?
guohan: wait. i remember someone telling me to go to 'za zhan zu'*
me: za-
guohan: and i was like; you wanna bring me go to whaaaaat? you want me to kill wild boars?! then, i found out he actually meant the basement club under Promanade
me: za za zu fun pub.

you have no idea how funny that was. when guohan went "kill wild boars?!" my mind literally went:




FOR REAL YO.

*"za zhan zu" means kill/hunt wild boars.

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rebecca: *shows malay excel test paper*
me: how do you know what "faedah" means?
rebecca: i watch TV, man. "kadar faedah this, kadar faedah that... TV commersials. the news..."
me: *opens mouth*
rebecca: DONT BREAK MY HEART! *stabs chest with pen*

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rebecca: i had a hard timerewriting your name in the paper.

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okays, most of you know i critise twilight. well, i critise stephenie meyer.
and hate new moon.
well, to be honest i will be watching new moon even though i know its gonna suck. i mean, the werewolf looks like a dog. =.=
hello, werewolves should look like the ones in underworld. (now that's a good vampire movie. don't you dare compare twilight to underworld! you're degrading the movie. ROAR.)
the reason why im gonna force myself to watch new moon? simple.
i wanna see how bad it'll be,
how bad of an actress kristen stewtard will be,
and;

i adore robert pattinson. :)

dakota fanning has talent. she's one of the few actors worth watching.

the uberly gorgeous peter facinelli. yum. :)

the volturi. i mean like hellooo? the dude from underworld (michael sheen) is in it and jamie campbell!!! i mean like, come on, he was in edward sissorhands with johnny depp!!!! omg omg omg.

and last AND least. charlie bewley. who plays demetri. ♥s.

he, my darlings, is one of my many husbands. :)
just, look at those arms... *wipes drool*
and did i mention he's british?
extra yummy. *licks*

till my next husband,
xoxo,
mary.

"You know that I could use somebody.
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak,
Countless lovers under cover of the street,
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you. ♥"

english excel essay

posted for the people who wanted to read it. :)

the following is the english essay i wrote during my excel test.

i fucked around with it and still got 42 over 50!

its considered good cause i was basically crapping myself. :)

read it only if and only if youre bored. cause really, my conclusion is the same as my introduction.

MONEY

Money, one word says it all. That one word can change a person’s judgement, reaction and lose all sense of man when that word is involved. With the power and greed that comes with money, some might say that money does bring the worse out of people. Why?

Take the story about a once beggar, Solomon, for an example. He was humble with the simple life that he lived on. He could live with two cents a day and not complain. He was grateful with the circumstance he was in, he was used to it. Then came the day when he stumbled upon a lottery ticket, and yes, it was a winning lottery ticket. From then on, his life changed. Be gone living on the streets ad smelly feet, he traded it for a penthouse at a posh highstreet. No longer he had to east leftovers on the pavement, for now he can afford to use the word “take-away”. He is no longer clothed with rags, but with designer suits by the best in town. At first he was very wise, he saved every penny and invested in a lot of property and then he became even more prosperous. So he became greedy. The once humble Solomon had gone for the new and “improved” Solomon had taken over. He started to mistreat others because he can, not because he wants to. This is a perfect example that proves the point where people can change when money in involved.

With cases like this, sometimes you wonder when would this come to a halt? Sure, money does make the world go round but do people not know that money can even change the purest and kindest of man? People should be extremely careful when money is involved because that is when all morale judgements are thrown out the window, the innocent becomes bitchy, the gloves are off, and the claws are out.

Besides making us turn our back on sense and sensibility, money can also bring addiction. I am sure you and I are only too familiar with the headlines of foolish celebrities and socialites becoming addicted to something of a sort. The most popular and common addiction would be drugs, of course. This addiction has become too common and too popular that it is now a pop-culture, thanks to idiotic celebrities such as Amy Winehouse, Heath Ledger and the too famous and over-played Michael Jackson. And those are considered fairly low-core compared to what the heavy rockers, druggies and black metalists go through. With money, you can buy the best of drugs that can take away your problems, your doubts, your sense and intuition and give you that insommania, that feeling as if you are floating on air- ecstasy, my friend, but only for awhile. Only for a short period of time. But unfortunately, this is not enough. You would want more, you would need more. This is where drugs, take you away.

But, contrary to popular belief, money is not all evil, when used wisely, money can help people. Sure money can’t buy you love, happiness and life, but it does come to a close call. With money, yes, you can buy happiness, a nice vacation, a nice car, a nice present, a nice pet can definitely make you happy. Health? I can guarantee you, with the right doctor, you will feel twice as better at least, compared to the same situation given without money. Now here is where it gets controversial, love and friendship. Can money give you that? Yes and no. with money, it brings people into your life, whether they are good or bad people, that is subjective. But you can’t deny the fact that the people money brings would be useful. So yes, money can buy you friendship. Even the rudest man in the world would have friends because you will always get that person who can tolerate with your oddities and endure with your unacceptable hobbies.

Ah, love, this deserves its own paragraph. Can money buy you love? Can it provide you with that sense of all things perfect, when you would think the world is complete and so is your life thanks to that special perfect someone. No, that is not love, that is infatuation. Love is when you can see and accept your partner’s flaws and live with it, forever, as no one is perfect. But still, can money buy you that? Can money buy you that feeling? Sad to say, yes it can. God created a lot of things, including love. To be frank, love is flawed. At least, in the real world. No one would get that perfect Disney fantasy as it is not real. Love is not perfect, with or without money. People say love is blind, because it is. So yes, money can buy you love, definitely. But is it genuine? Well, it is flawed, but who is complaining? Love is flawed from the start anyways with or without money.

So, in conclusion, money is subjective, some might say money brings out evil, while others would disagree and say it brings good. Money is an endless debate, it takes you up and brings you back to where you started, that is the beauty of it. To me personally, money is good in life. People who say money isn’t everything is just bullshitting themselves because it is. They are just being a bigger hypocrite then I am. With money, I can have everything and nothing, it depends on how I use it. Would money bring out the worse is me? Well, it wouldn’t bring out any worse then what I already am. And to others? It is the same, money won’t enhance the evil in us, at least not more then what we really and already are.

(963 words)

:)
i know, its not good. i usually am better. usually get 45 at least. 46 on average.
but ohwells. :)
coming from me basically messing around and putting two profanities in it.
its actually kinda good. :P

xoxo
mary.

quotas.

quotes.

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granddad: its around 60rm per head.
rachael: thats really really cheap!
me: rachael, the whole dinner cost around 5grands.
rachael: damn. thats a lot

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me: syikiiiiiiiiiin, how do i get over a guy? besides my usual liking another guy method.
syikin: go watch porn. borrow it from alif. the one about a girl fucking a horse. (goes into glorious details describing a house's penis. at one point, rebecca joined in)

bwahhahahahahahhahaaa

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rebecca: sunlighttttt. i don't wanna get sunlightttttt. i don't wanna get pigmentationssssss
me: its just the sun. worse case scenario, you'll get tanned
rebecca: noooooooooooooo. it'll cause pigmentationnnnn. don't you want to be a milf?
me: rebecca, you do know that theres this lovely invention called make up, right?
rebecca: but i want to be naturally beautifullll
me; au natural, eh? in that case go hide yourself. hibernate or something
rebecca: i don't wanna get pigmentationssss. i wanna be naturally beautifulllll. HEY. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT RUFUS?!
rufus: O.O
me: you've just degraded that kid, man. i mean, his name isn't really rufus, right?
rebecca: of course not. i named him rufus. now, everyone calls his rufus
me: like i said, the poor kid never got a chance to live. naming him rufus the naked mole rat.
rebecca: he's not naked. i can't add that.

bwhahahahahahahhaaa

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syikin: owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
me: what now, syikin?
syikin: i can feel siu's penis on my back! yerrrrrrrrrrrr
me: bwahahhahahahaaaaaaaaaa
syikin: ish. go do mary la!
me: ohno. no thank you. another guy, maybe yes. you... no thanks.
siu: *laughs* what la you!

bwahhahahahahahhaha

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me: that, SONOFABASTARD.

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me: hafiz. i want your kuih raya and duit raya, okays? when are you buka rumah-ing (open house)?
hafis: *laughs* i don't buka rumah (open my house). saya tutup semua rumah (i close my house!)!
me: hmph. firdauzzzzzzz!
firdauz(hafiz's twin brother): yes?
me: bila kamu buka rumah? saya mau ambil duit raya and kuih raya adik kamu (whens your open house? i wanna get your brothers raya money and raya cakes)
firdauz: hari raya ke-4 (the 4th day of raya)
me: okays! i'll meet you there HAFIZ! bwhahahahhaha. eh, firdauz, you going to fadzlins' on monday?
firdauz: yup
me: okay, i'll take it from your brother then

if you dont think it's funny. you need to get your funny bone checked. :)

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tv(e! news): ....jonas brothers..everyone's a fan of them... huge number fans...... fans think theyre cool..... rolling stones magazine..the new disney 'it' band/teen idol.. everyone wants to be them......
me: you've got to be kidding me. who likes them?
melvin: what do you mean "everyone's a fan"? im not one! they're a bunch of wussy disney faggots!!! CHANGE THE CHANNEL. who watches their tv show anyways!

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me: kong, i think i'll fast with kaka (maid) when you and mama are away. i don't want to bother her
granddad: please don't tell me you've got yourself a malay boyfriend.

bwahahahhahahaaa

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melvin: so, you're going switzerland, raymond's going germany and louis' going japan right?
me: yes. if we get a host family. why?
melvin; as soon as you get there. you'll tear off your pledge cards. its just a piece of paper. you'll go crazy over the switz guys, raymond over the german girls and louis over the japanese girls.

bwahahahahhahahahahaa

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granddad: have you seen this new book i bought about malacca?
me: noooo. but i like malacca. i like the shop there. they sell the prettiest-
granddad: *rolls eyes* -typical. its a book about the architecture. not the shops.
me: AND. the red building. the portuguese building. i like that. its pretty.
granddad: thats Stadthuys Square and Christ Church. you've been there. and it's on the cover of this book.

hahhahahaaa.

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me: omg. *censored* is a playboy? o.O
syikin: dia orang arab, kan? (he's an arab, thats why)
me: syikin, you're a racist
syikin: nooooooooooooo
me: yes, syikin you are
syikin: noooonononooooo
me: yes. i just went *censored* is a playboy and you went he's an arab thats why. so yeah, youre a racist
syikin: i was paying a compliment
me: oooooh. okays. youre not a racist anymore
syikin: so, *censored* chased alot of girls?
me: yeah. cause he's an arab.

bwhahahahahahhahahaaaaa. okays, trust me. this was funnier in real life.

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me: remember syikin, get me a man. i want a lelaki(man)
syikin: okay. kau mau yang mana? melayu, cina, india... (okay, which would you prefer, malay, chinese, indian...)
me: im not fussy. anything would do. as long as he's rich and handsome
syikin: kalau yang filipino? (what about a philipino?)
me: thats okay. even better, philipinos are usually hot *laughs* wait wait wait. dont forget, saya mau lelaki yang macho, handsome dan kaya. (i want a guy whos macho, handsome and rich)
rebecca: *dives into private joke* akue mau lelaki yang macho gila, hensem and kaya. mesti kaya. kalau kaya tetapi tidak begitu hensem pun boleh! asalkan tidak gemuk! (i want a guy whos is macho like crazy, handsome and rich. he must be rich. if hes rich but not good looking, its okay! as long as he's not fat!)
me: dan jangan lupa mau lelaki yang tidak ada bulu ketiak! (dont forget, you want a guy with no armpit hair!)

bwhahahahahhaaa. ive forgotten the rest of it. but yeah. it was seriously funny.

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me: zubair, why is your phone locked?
zubair: got losta private things inside
me: hmm. like what? porn?
zubair: nonono, no porn. porns inside the computer, internet...
me: magazines, wait. if you want porn. you should get them from alif!
alif: *mid eating* what?!
syikin: *laughs* the-
me: he's got horse porno!
syikin: a horse fucking a girl!
alif: *laughs* ssshhhh!!!!
zubair: WHAT?! *laughs*
syarul: alif likes beastiality!
alif: my porn are-
zubair: environmental friendly
me: yea. got horses
syikin: dogs, human
zubair: flora and fauna...
alif, syikin, syarul & i: *laughs*
me: grass...
zubair: flowers.. bees...

bwhahahahahahahahaa.

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guohan: *cuts chicken*
christopher: *takes a picture of rachael*
rachael: NO! *covers face*
guohan: *blinks* what? did i do something wrong with the chicken? *lifts up fork with chicken*
rachael: noo! *laughs* he just took- i dont like pictures!
me: guohan, you know the tune-
guohan&i: that's why you go, away i knnowwwww~~~

fun times. :)

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kirk: *looks left and right* FAN TOIIII!!!!!!!!
bwhahahahhaaaa

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theres more. but ive forgotten. :/

xoxo
mary.