August 2, 2009 at 2:04 pm (coversations, drama)

i emo right now.

in a manner that was downright cruel, my mother threw out all our drinking mugs >: (
this happens easily once a year. she’ll suddenly decide that all our mugs are ugly, and unsanitary, and she’ll throw them away. it is incredibly traumatising, because i am very attached to my mugs. almost as attached as i am to my stuffed toys.
last year, she tried to throw away my pig mug, but i cottoned on and hid it away for a week, until she forgot all about project destroy cheryl’s life throw away old mugs. so in that way, awesomely ugly pig mug set a new two year record in our house.
this year however, she was so sneaky about it. she waited till we were in public, before announcing that i should choose new mugs because she threw all the old ones away. and she did this while i was sleeping!
that’s really cold, mum.
of course i had no choice  but to mutely look miserable, though i would have very much liked to throw a grade a tantrum.
i got my own back though, by resolutely ignoring all the flower motive mugs my mother picked out, and instead choosing the ugliest mugs possible, in this case, one with severely ugly cartoon cats on them.
yes, i like my mugs ugly, just like my stuffed toys, though this does not apply to boys.
just saying.

when i got home, i offered to throw the mag containing the mugs into the rubbish disposal (in hopes of saving pig mug) but my mum said she’d do it.
‘is it because you don’t want me stealing my mug?’ – me, all crestfallen.
‘no. because you don’t know what you’re doing, and you’ll probably end up hurting yourself. and we’re all out of plasters.’
>: (
i am not that clumsy. i mean, ok, to be fair, i do have the coordination of a garden gnome who’s just been grabbed by it’s ankles and lassoed over a field, but still.
just as i was feeling all indignant over that comment, i fell down the stairs.
my life is a PARODY. a JOKE. a COMIC TRAGEDY. sigh.

i am drinking coffee right now, and it’s not out of my pig mug, and i am sad. the ugly cats only make me feel slightly better.
oh, and my mum bought me toblerone, because i’m five years old. also, i have an ugly bruise on my shin.

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i got mugged

July 14, 2009 at 5:37 pm (deep, drama)

‘so, how was your weekend, you know, aside from getting mugged?’

oh, yeah. i got mugged. (sidenote: it’s 1.23 a.m. WISH) ok, so, the mugging. sunday morning, near assumption church/assunta hospital. 4 guys, 2 motorcycles. one tried to grab my bag, but i elbowed him, so he snatched my chain instead and all 4 of them rushed off.
he probably thought that the gold chain was valuable.
it was. not from a monetary point of view, since it only cost me 1USD or RM3.50. it was valuable because it was the very first thing i bought when i was in new york city, and this may sound stupid, but every time i wore it, i always felt like ‘yeah. maybe the dream isn’t so far-fetched.’
i don’t know what to feel now that it’s gone.
no, i’m not traumatised. it happened too fast for any sort of emotion to register.
now that i think about it though, i’m angry.
i want my one dollar necklace back.

i have come to conclusion that we are all in a constant state of war, and i was going to blog in detail about this theory, and explain why i think i’m constantly at war, but that requires a lot of thinking, much more than i’m willing to do at the moment.
so, i leave you with this theory, and hope it makes a difference in your life.

you know those stupid facebook games – texas hold ’em, mafia gangs and the like? well, if you know me, you know how i scoff at them. and at people who are addicted to them. because you must be an idiot to be addicted to a facebook game. right?
but then i logged on to facebook earlier, and saw a notice saying tung jit yang has become a spaceman in typing maniac. and i thought, ‘jikalau saudara jit yang boleh melakukannya, saya juga boleh!’

and that’s why i spent 2 hours straight playing typing maniac on facebook.

i shame myself.

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