Yo (wtf)

Small talk : I cannot tahan girls who call themselves "Princess". It gives me the impression of someone who is spoilt like those brats in 'My Sweet Sixteenth' where all those stupid girls ever do is throwing tantrums and crying over a broken nail.

Unless you're Xiaxue or a child (and I mean child as in a baby or toddler not a twenty something trap in a child body wtf if you get what I mean), it's really very uncool okay.

I don't even have to try so hard to be a QUEEN. *sarcasm*

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Note : Plenty of overdue and random post ahead.


Me, bf and another couple of his friend went for a buffet dinner (I hate buffet they make me binge!) at Rasa Sayang Resort (or was it a hotel?) last Friday. Apparently, this luxurious six-stars hotel with the cheapest room priced at a minimum RM1, +++ is being owned by our longest serving prime minister, Tun Mamak Mahathir.

Well, he probably own quarter of the moon too (the rest belong to Bush) and has a private rocket and an astronaut's sut compliment from NASA waiting to transport him and his Petronas Tower high cash to the moon. You know, just in case rabbits start to feed on people.

Anyway, back to my story. For a buffet that cost RM150 per capita, it might be a little pricey but I swear it is absolutely worth your every cent!

You can find all sorts of dishes there from Asian cuisines to Western and Japanese.

Got sushi sumore wei although I only like sashimi.

For seafatt seafood's lover, there is lobster, oyster (yuck), yabby (crayfish), harimau udang (tiger prawn wtf) and you name it, they've got it!

As for the deserts, laweh, there's enough to make your blood sugar level skyrocket thus become obese and get Type II diabetes. Perfect for the sweet tooth person. The deserts I mean.

And they're all so pretty can die okay! Makes me want to smuggle a few and put them as deco in my room.

If you're expecting to see pictures of those foods that I mentioned earlier, I'm so sorry to disappoint you.

I couldn't bring myself to take out my N95 and start to take pictures with the flash on (must on flash because if never on not clear boh pien my laoya phone :( at this atas place which 80percent of it consist of atas people (another 20 is the chefs and waitress) mah.


However, I did take pictures of their toilet during when there is no one (I know I'm so cool right) Very creepy one okay if you don't believe you go and try la wtf.



Creepy.
Imagine if you snap and then when you see from your phone there got one "thing" standing beside you in the reflection of the mirror wtf my hairs stand already wtf

Btw, I have no idea why my legs looked so chao ta here must have been the lightning
*in denial*


Very tastefully furnished, inside each cubicle got decorative artsy frame sumore wtf. But too bad don't have water to cebok wtf I hate toilet that don't have water ho(r)se


All in all, it was a pleasant experience considering they delivered exactly what we paid for that is a whooping RM600 for a dinner for four.

Who want recycled one I sell half price.

Haha wtf.


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Last 300 Saturday (forget when), me and ji moois went to Pure.

*blah blah blah*

Pictas! :)


Went to our usual hang out cafe before that.

Everybody kept on saying that SY looked pregger in that blouse which is kinda true haha and I have no idea why is Grace wearing a jersey. Maybe they got bored of being pretty wtf. Ally as the photographer



Your Queen with her annoying sister's right face



Say we don't look alike or else I shoot you



Grace, her (sorry!) unsexy jersey, Ally and her pua liap



Us again ( I know you want to see more of me don't lie)



Clockwise : Cammy > Ally > SY > Your Queen



Grace is getting married next year. Somewhere in July. Her bf handsome okay wtf



SY's parents always (and I mean it!) watch her leave the house. They would stand at the gate and watch until we drove off. So much like Amber except that Amber will nag and make me promise to come home early



If you want arms like mine, just don't exercise. Simple.



We make sure that we fully utilize Ally's new camera. Lucky her ^^

~End of clubbing photos~


NEXT!!!!



zomgomgwtf SEVENTY RINGGIT!! zomgomgwtf

SEVENTY~

SEVENTY~ <3

SEVENTY~

:) SEVENTY~

SEVENTY~

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Nothing la just maternal instinct kicks in again


Okay bye.

If I does meet G-O-D in heaven

I am gonna make sure that I so beat the crap outta him/her!

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Not going for the closed audition after all. Thanks to the ever so loving insecure and over-protective boyfriend :)

Alas, I figured that the last thing any typical Malaysian (or human in their right thinking mind) would want is a school dropout-cum-young mother-cum-(wtf) single mom as their next Malaysian Dreamgirl.


I probably suck worst than Cindy Teh.


Mommy I'm so sad~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
:'(

I will stop reading lansi's people blog.

Oh gosh. so many to ditch.

Woot!

You know, eventhough being wife to any well-known celebrity is a privilege and enviable, it can sometimes be tough, especially if your husband is Eason Chan.


Don't believe me?


Nah, see it to believe it.

No big deal you say?

still acceptable what?

How bout this?

Poor Mrs Chan is probably clenching her fist now while consoling herself and say "mou yeh geh mou yeh geh (translation =nothing one), he's a meng seng (singer), it's inevitable. At least he still finds girl attractive. I can handle a little competition one"

:)

NEXT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Girls are boring. I prefer indifference now"

By this time Mrs Chan is probably tossing their daughter into the garbage bin and setting their house on fire while shouting "sei lou! sei lou!" (bastard).



and upon seeing this, she shrieked and run to the safety box hidden in their bedroom's toilet and reach for Eason's left preserved ball and flush it down the toilet bowl while cursing his another ball.



the next thing you know, she's raging and cursing her head off while calling her lawyer to sue the producer of Brokeback Mountain.



Tsk Tsk Tsk.. that poor thing.



Uh oh...looks like someone could use some impulsive shopping and expensive spa to ease the tensions a little bit. Don't forget your shade!

It's the conscience, honey

Random stuff : I was halfway through explaining about the faxing problem that we encountered to a cute black guy when he took out his phone and type something on it before showing it to me.
It read 'I like your height'.I gave him that cold, unimpressed look that says
"Fucktard, why don't you date a giraffe then?"

Lame pick-up line can be such a turn-off.

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Blouse : RM 15.90 each
Stretchable pant : RM 13.90 each
Mitten/Boot : 1 RINGGIT EACH! <-this is the main point
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I don't care if there's no one to wear the mitten.

I must be crazy if I pass them on.

I'm officially telling you this

Wondering : Will I die of contamination if I eat apple and polish my nail at the same time?

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I HATE JESSICA SIMPSON.

I hate her eversince the first time I see her on her stupid annoying high pitching I Wanna Love You Forever video clip.

I hate her when she pretended to be dumb blonde by not being able to tell the difference between chicken and tuna (trust me, even Paris Hilton can do that. Nick Lachey did me a favor by leaving her)

I hate her EVERYTIME she steps out on the red carpet and give people that same boring mouth puckering pose like a gazillion time especially after her lip augmentation.



Sickening.




I'm ugly.



Please love me.



I hate her even MORE when she had several fling with Adam Levine of Maroon 5 (T_T), nevermind John Mayer Jennifer can have him, and eventually decided to move on with Tony Romo and make his life miserable.


I also hate her because she hates Carrie Underwood partially because she's jealous that Carrie and Tony used to be a couple but mainly it's because Carrie is hotter (not to mention, smarter), successful-ler, and undeniably prettier than her. And with what little f(l)ame she's left in her, she's determined to compete with Carrie (seriously??) thus try her luck at country music only to realized (or have she?) later that she should just give up her career and stick to be Tony's little cheerleader.


There is just so many reasons to hate her, isn't it?


In short, I hate her for trying too hard.


But most importantly, I hate her for

self-destructing by letting herself over-indulged in love and turned into this piece of shit.

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I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Okay I shall end my rambling here. Bye.




P/s : Btw, if you share my annoyance towards her, here's a website that I would definitely recommend you to visit. All you gotta do is laugh your intestines out. Bye.

The downside of being famous

I have always been an avid reader of Kennysia.com since the early of my bloghood. His credibility and tactics in exposing the truth to the public without being too outspoken neither too wishy-washy is simply admirable. And you can always rely on him to brighten up your day with his everlasting sense of humor if not lame joke. Not to mention he can write in incredibly good English unlike some blogger people who blog with limited vocabulary who can't even spell 'dissappointing' correctly (one s or two ah?)

But just when I thought he would continue to speak his mind out for the public, he refrained. His most recent entry titled 'Look It's The Prime MinistZZzzz' was altered hours shortly after it was posted up on his blog. The original entry was about him posting pictures of our Prime Minister dozing off during a convention in which he sarcastically describe as "in deep thought".

Eventhough I don't adore him for doing that (altering) given the reason was "out of respect, concern and consideration for the organising committee of the National Integrity Convention" but I truly understand.

I would be freaked out too if MalaysiaToday were to display the article of me poking fun at the Prime Minister on their highly controversial webpage. Hello??? It's MALAYSIATODAY. A news portal that even the man who took out the keris karat and shouted for Chinese bloodbath and his superior wife reads it. And the man who said bloggers are monkey living by the rule of the jungle only to prove himself to be one of those monkey later. And our longest serving ex-Prime Minister who published a controversial book titled 'The Malay Dilemma' that later entrenched his image as a Malay ultra.

Ring a bell?

Aiya basically everyone is reading it la (except for maybe bimbotic bloggers who only care about what they are going to get for Christmas yes I'm anti-bimbowannabes don't beh song me).

Insulting the Prime Minister on your blog is one thing and insulting the Prime Minister on your blog that later got linked to MalaysiaToday is another thing. Personally I don't mind jeopardizing my blog for facts that I wrote because I only have like ten readers and one comment so far so it is highly unlikely that Najib will come across my blog unless he's a blogholic but then that's most unlikely also since he's got many C4 task on his hand. But if Kennysia.com closes down it would be like the extinction of porn websites and that's pathetic. Especially to his diehard fans.


Politicians either love or hate MalaysiaToday. If there's anyone who can prove that "The pen is mightier than the sword" it has got to be Raja Petra Kamarudin.


<3>

I'm a cowboy. Only smarter :)


This is the man that I would look upon to and proudly say "You da man".


This is perhaps the only Muslim that I would dare to go to the kopitiam with and drink kopi-o together without fearing if I might offend his feeling or being seen as "inconsiderate".


And he is by far the most ideal Muslim that I have come across of that I would willingly vote to be my country Prime Minister. If given a choice.


Wanna know why? Here's an article that he submitted on his website yesterday. It's titled 'I'M A MALAY, AND PROUD OF IT' Here's a few of the many lines that I would like to quote from him :

"Imagine a 13-year old girl killed in a most brutal manner because she was raped by three men. Should it not be the three men who should have instead been stoned to death? And do you not wonder why Islam suffers from a serious image problem? Muslims should take stock of what they are doing and understand the disservice they are doing to Islam"

"I pointed out that the Friday prayer sermons run down the other religions. I also argued that we are told not to ape the non-Muslims or take them as our friends as the non-Muslims are sworn enemies of Islam and can never be our friends"

"It is time the crutches are removed and the Malays learned how to walk with their heads held up high. Malays have to be made to believe that the Ketuanan Melayu and the NEP is an insult and that it suggests Malays are weak creatures. Malays must be proud of their achievements and not credit their achievements to the protection and special privileges they enjoy because they are Malay. The Malays used to be a proud race"

"I would like to believe that I am what I am because of who I am and not because of Ketuanan Melayu and the NEP. I take pride in that"

There, straight from the heart.


You tell me,


how can I possibly not love him?????


I was so moved by what he said I wanted to stand up and shout "HIDUP RPK!" so much but unfortunately I didn't cuz toomanypeoplehereandIdon'twanttolookstupid BUT still... I almost cried wtf whoever that cried while watching Titanic is stupid and you should ask your mom to do you a favor by running your dad's car over you that movie is stupid people die everyday just because one of them survived to tell the her story only to be exaggerated later deserves to win 11 Oscars, another 76 wins, 48 nominations and become the biggest box office ever in history is it wtf.


Now you know MY ASSUMPTION of why KennySia (I cannot bring myself to call him Kenny like most of his fans does because that would sound like I'm trying to act kawan baik with him and no I'm not that horse face (beh bin wtf hahaha..haha...ha) omg I'm doing too much of the bracket thing already like ( and ) you know what I mean omg I'm doing it again wtfomgwtf)


The truth to my assumption can never be justify but one thing's for sure, I bet KennySia is damn proud that his wisecrack-turned-serious post got handpicked by the wise man himself!

Okay, maybe not the man himself but still... it is definitely something to be brag about! (except for the altering part) I guess? No?

Yesterday

I got my period. Right now, I look like a 9month old pregnant puffer fish with a stomach cramp. Things cannot get any better than this. Awesome.

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Leaving for KL later. Bf's mom is going for vacation (again!) and she needed someone to look after the business for a week or so therefore bf had to volunteer and victimise me again :( It's going to be unsurprisingly boring because all I get to do is going online and surf. We'll have to wake up at 8 every morning (tragic!) and leave the house by 10 for work. This is so insanely unusual for me us okay because our usual routine is to sleep at 8am (him at 6) and wakes up in the afternoon for lunch. I don't know if whether I can adjust to this I hope I don't continue to laze in bed after the alarm goes off and overslept myself again like the other time and the time before that.


On the brighter side, I get to shop until my bf drop! Hope I don't overspend again because you cannot afford to overspend Sam you hear me no you can't goddammit you're broke remember??????? Right. Other than that I get to spend the whole day in an airconditioned room surfing, watching CSI (and I bought a new Taiwan series I HOPE they don't suck), get myself occupied with games, blogging (I know, my life is so cool right :) and so much more basically my "work" only requires my supervision that is if the new worker don't screw up. Hope she can say fifty cent as fifty cent instead of five cent unlike the one that we hired previously who cannot differentiate between five cent and fifty cent ( same goes for ten cent, twenty cent, etc) and stubbornly stupidly insisted on speaking Bahasa Melayu instead of English to our African/Utopian customer wtf she's so stupid I almost stab her with the edge of my keyboard.

Scenario 1 :

Bf's mom : Aunty cakap awak ikut ulang okay?
Frog under coconut shell (FUCS) : Okay
Bf's mom : Ten cent
FUCS : Ten cent
Bf's mom : Twenty cent
FUCS : Twenty cent
Bf's mom : Thirty cent, forty cent (until one ringgit)
FUCS :Ten cent, two cent, thirty cent, forty cent, five cent, sixty cent ...
Bf's mom : ...


Scenario 2 :
A black guy walks to the counter to pay

Bf : Beritau dia tujuh puluh sen
FUCS : Seven cent
Bf : ...


Scenario 3 :
Since we set rules that customer pay before using the pc due to certain reasons...

Black guy : PC7 please
FUCS : Bayar dulu sebelum guna (wtf?)
Black guy : W-what? I don't understand, can you speak English please?
FUCS : Bayar dulu
Black guy : ... #@%$$&^@!!

I've always knew that Kelantan is a rural and underdeveloped state but despite this I assumed that it's civilians is still the same as anywhere else in the country but now she somehow makes me want to change my perception on that. I was literally dumbstruck. Still, we put up with it and try to take things one at a time and helps her to sharpen her English. And then, instead of working harder or at least pretend to be grateful, she throws the towel in after only A WEEK of work and the most annoying part is that she's not even bothered to inform us until bf's mom ask her to pick an off day. According to her, she's decided to go teaching at kindergarten.


>_________>


God bless the kids there.


Back to my story. I hope bf's mom buy a lot of stuffs for me otherwise I'm going to show my beh song's face and starve her son for 3 months.


Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee~


Now I'm excited.


Mwahhh!

I'm so crazy I sleep at freaking 8am everyday

It's true. However this post is not about that.

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You know what's worst than having the dreadful and agonizing 7 days of menstrual?

It is having to endure the much loathed 7 days of pre-menstrual symptoms. beforehand.

I have like 3 pimples on my face now, arthritis strikes every now and then (is it normal or is it just me?), and I look like a walking puffer fish with a pair of bloated boobs clinging onto my chest crying for help.

And I swear I could feel them BOUNCING when I walk and that suck because it hurt okay!

Wohoooo isn't it wonderful being a girl??


You gets to play dress up, wear make up, be bitchy, do manicure/pedicure, cry and fight like a bitch (pun unintended) , ask your dad/boyfriend/some rich uncle to buy expensive stuffs for you, drive like a retard without getting kan by people, bargain for discount, let your pc kena tio virus like 245,846 times, shave your armpit's hair and then have ingrown hair that itches the hell out of you, go through hours of tormenting pain in labor while your husband watches you forcing a human being out from down under there (and the placenta, of course), lactates and breastfeed until your neh sag, grow old and wait for your husband to cheat on you and tell you that he's not emotionally a.k.a sexually attracted to you anymore, suck it up and live with it or file for a divorce and if you're lucky you get to split half of his assets provided if he's rich otherwise you ended up in some old folks home knitting sweater for your grandchildren AND...and...most importantly, we, girls, get to have bloated neh neh that hurt the shit out of us once in a month!:D


The endless list and blessings :')

Yay.


Anyway, haveyouheardityethaveyouheardityet?

Obama won the election (yay again) and Madonna is finally divorcing Guy Ritchie (yay?) I don't particularly take interest in any of these two nor am I any of their biggest fan (but I do know that Obama's mom and grandma is white and his brother-in-law is a CHINESE from our country wei wtf I'm so proud wtf sob sob wtf I guess that pretty much explained the victory because he's a little bit of everything. Madonna? I only know that she is an overrated singer and drag queen who loves to perform in a one-piece swimsuit and cone bra).

One of the many ways to make your partner dump you is to role play in this


Apparently, I just like to jump on the bandwagon and join the hoo-hah because I'm so cool like that.

I'm going to bed now good night morning

A friendship post

Sorry for the lack of blogging. I have been kinda hooked to my PSP lately haven't got into the mood to blog lately due to my pathetically boring life. No kidding. I don't club, shop, bitch or travel as much as any ordinary blogger should in fact my life is basically just about nothing. Okay la imma stop giving excuses and just admit that I am helplessly lazy. sometimes. Don't you just hate it when people deny and give excuses? Me too. But I can't help God created me this way.

Plenty has happened since the last time I blogged and I am glad that nothing much in my life has changed from there. I pretty much gave up on being a "charitable relationship counselor" to them after realizing that it has gotten him/her or better yet them, nowhere despite the length of time given. Wound definitely heals in time but I just thought that one year might be a little too long and even after one year, it still seem like a fresh cut to me.

I mean, really, as a friend, I try to be there as much as I could to provide necessary comfort and advice for your depressed soul and even when I'm not physically there to talk and accompany you until the sunrises, or wait for the both of you to sort things out and trying to salvage whatever there is left to while I patiently sits for 3 hours at the mamak in the middle of the night hoping that the both of you reconcile, despite all those dreadful episodes, I never fail to lend a listening ear.

Until it happened. It happen when you make me talk so much about relationship but you never once listen, instead you chose to go against it knowing that it is wrong and when shit surfaces again and when your wound bleeds again you come crying for me hoping for consolation and then we're back to square one again.

Most importantly, it happen when I'm always there to mend your broken heart while I continue to neglect my untreated wound allowing it to bleed to it's last drop. You make me feel like a loser. A doer with a hypocrite mind.

"You shouldn't lie"

You think I don't lie? I may not lie when it is unnecessary but that still does not mean that I don't lie do I?

"You should move on already"

Who doesn't know that moving on is hard? Do you seriously think that I'm so over my past already? Seriously?


You get what I mean? Saying is easy but doing is a whole different story and I am so sick of saying things that sounds right to everyone but wrong to me. You make me feel ashamed of what I said. You make me feel responsible for the things that I said and I don't want to feel responsible for things that I don't meant to say but had to because it was the right thing to say to you.

And what suck most is when you make me say them, make me feel bad for it, and then you deliberately forgets about it the next day while I ramble about the stupid right things that I said.

So stop it. Stop whatever you're doing because you're indirectly mentally tormenting me and leading me into Miseryville everytime you make me question my own ability and everytime you remind me of my past with your story. I can't allow my wound to heal with you constantly reminding me about my past and questioning my own decisions.

I am certain that we can overcome this if we stick with each other and walk together but I need you to pull yourself together and don't let the past continue to haunts you.

Phew. I feel so much better now!


No hard feelings if you do read this I just had to let it out. Nonetheless, I still love you for all the stupid things that we did together during these 15years of our friendship. Just don't intoxicate yourself and make me clean your pukes again. Ew.

Btw, what do you think of my new bangs?


Lotsa loves! ;-*

My first time

taking LRT.

Boooo! Gotcha! What were you thinking just now huh? Lol.

Finally, this deer is no longer any ordinary deer who got into a village (rusa masuk kampung) or some mountain tortoise (suaku) who has never use the public transport before (except for bus and taxi which I last rode a few years back can't remember how long). In fact, this deer is no longer a deer! She has transformed into a.....swan. <-wtf so unrelated


Sometimes I really wish I could blog.


Anyway, here's the pictures that speaks a thousand words! or as proof for any of that matter ;p

Date : 26/09/08
Day : Friday (or was it Saturday?)
Meeting point : The Coffee Bean, Midvalley Megamall
Partner In Crime : Rachel Yeong a.k.a McMartha (the name speaks for itself!)

Never judge a book by its cover. An excellent chef.
( Credits given after I tried her mee goreng, it was exceptionally good)


However, people with great cooking skills are cunning. She succeeded in pranking me to meet up at The Coffee Bean while she sits at Secret Recipe (located right in front of TCB) chuckling away at my lost expression. Bully.

Stop wasting time and starts to camwhore

We acted tourist and take picture as a "remembrance".
Sorry my face too sexy here cannot show.

Rachel dressed like some rich tai tai but wear sandals and take KTM. She say "wear comfortably" wor. Damn right. I wore heels wtf.

Multitasking = Wait commuter + pretending to be tourist camwhoring.

Found the perfect angle. Bright enuff. Can cover flaws. easily.

We didn't manage to take picture in the KTM because it was too crowded and we were holding on to the commuter's door. High level skill you dunno one la.

We made it to KL Sentral! *open champagne*

Hooray.
*play 'We Are The Champion" song*

Pre-train phobia. I shrieked like shit I don't know if shit shriek like me.
I thought the train is going to break into halves. Rough ride.

Post-trauma. See my leg position. Changed already, they were crossed just now.
Lyke tis better balancing mah.

Rachel's one a bit blurry but can still see her selipar sandals.

Us posing in the LRT.

Random picture.
Ally went to chop off her long long hair because she depressed.

Random picture again.
This is Ally after she reversed into someone else's car and become depressed and starts to bang her head against the steering wheel. Kidding on the head banging part.

The next thing we know, we're at Sungei Wang Plaza! Easy breezy ;)
Upon arrival, we get free sample of deodorant. Not those small packet of sample but the whole bottle of deodorant. Rachel got a little annoyed and asked "our armpit very smelly meh?"

*sneer*

Candid picture of me trying on shoe. Face inappropriate to be reveal here.
I bought a pair of gladiator sandals (yay) because my feet hurt so badly I cannot pretend to be sexy any longer.

I made Rachel compensate for the fugly candid just now.
I threaten to burn her designer bags if she refused to take another nice picture of me.

After done buying my shoe, we meet up with Rach's friend at Dome.

A very good looking guy with shit attitude. What a waste.




"I don't see what's wrong with attached guys going to KTV hugging P.R.O because we need to ying chou (socialise) our boss mah. As a girlfriend she should be more understanding."

"I like DKNY apparels more because A/X is just boring. It's everywhere!"

"I don't like my Camry because it's too spacious" <-then buy Kancil la dumbass

Blah blah blah.


This, is what I call beauty without brain. There is no such thing as perfection okay don't be stupid. Much explained why I never fall for rich/handsome/famous guy (the combination of any of the two). Or maybe I'm genetically designed to discriminate them.

So yeah, *slap slap* *kick crotch* *karate/taekewondo/ thai boxing*
khiao ni.


*continue*

Still happily posing after kena threaten.

She then threaten to rape me if her picture don't come out nice.
Luckily it came out perfectto. Bravo..bravo.. <-wtf act Italian

Me attempting a demure look.

FAIL! FAIL! FAIL!

End of post. Get out of my blog now!

But come back again kay?

Mwaaahh! ;-*