Government

Last night, when we were all eating dinner, we started talking about governments, mostly about Tunisia and Egypt and Libya, you know, those North Africa countries that are going through a revolution...

So I asked my little brother-he's nine this year- 

"What's a government?" 

He innocently answered:

"Some body who sits around doing nothing but still can earn money wan." 

LOL.

Proof...

... that Justin Bieber's voice was never the 'IT'... it was his hair O__o||| Maybe it's just me... but his hair looks so weird... mind you, I ain't no Justin Bieber hater... but I ain't a fan either. I'm just an innocent by-stander. LOL.

The Day that was So-so

This day started with removing the fat from a dozen chickens. =.=" Absolutely disgusting.
It was awful, feeling all that fat on your fingers and having to wash it off was just as bad. Maybe I shall rethink that decision of mine to learn how to cook.

And then, I had torture section with my idiot bro. Teaching him is like trying to grind a rock into dust with a puny stick. His hard head is stuck at ten years old. I still feel like whacking him. *mad gleaming demon eyes* And finally... he went to school with my other idiot brother and there was peace and quiet in the house. Ahhhh.... *relief*

And then we (mum and I) went out scouting for bargains. Haven't done that in a long time. My legs still ache. T_______T... I am so unhealthy after PMR... not that I was very healthy before it either. hahahaha. That's all.

And also, everyone's in Genting... T________T

Being a Robot.

Me: Hello, Hotel ***, I would like to inquire regarding your banquet halls and ballrooms~

Receptionist: Please wait a moment, I will put you through to sales management.

*idiotic song* *dutdutdutdutdut*

Sales management: Hello, this is  **** of Hotel ****, how may I help you?

Me: Hello, I would like to inquire regarding your banquet halls and ballrooms which are available on the * of *, big enough for * people...

Sales Management: Please wait a moment while I look through the records~~~

*shuffle sshuffle shuffle*

Sales management: Hello? There is a room available on that day.

Me: Does it have a stage?

Sales management: Yes.

Me: Um, what are the room rates per person if it's a buffet dinner?

Sales management: RM 200 a person.

BLABLABLABLA.

Do that a few dozen times and you will understand what being a robot is like =.="

The World Cup and I...

People sometimes tell me, "Hey, kid. Your a girl, football isn't for you. And also, even if you like it, don't go crazy over it, it's just a game." I admit that I kind of agree. I get really worked up about these things. But I really like football because it brings people together. Yeah, cheesy, I know you're thinking, but that is really how I feel. One of the only times I can remember doing things as a whole family besides dinner (that doesn't count because I can remember more silent dinners than noisy ones) was one of the World Cup 2002 matches. It was held in South Korea and Japan, so we could watch it. I can't remember what match it was, but it wasn't the Australia- Germany match which ultimately started my campaign for the eagles (my dad was supporting Australia, so, rebellious even than, I chose Germany and stuck to it from than on. Germany won, by the way. I can still remember yelling 'EAGLES, KILL THE KANGAROOS!!!' and my dad repremending me for such foul language) (Germany's national animal is the Eagle, by the way) Being a man, disloyal things they are, my dad switched teams and went for Brazil, who ultimately won Germany in the finale. And being childish, he tricked me of a dollar. (Bad father who teaches his daughter gambling) That may be why I am so interested in football, though my family doesn't go crazy about it anymore (what am I talking about, my mother and sister never cared for football anyways) but we still have light conversations about it (imagine asking where the World Cup was held right smack in the middle of the Quarter Finals!!! And saying ... "Oh, yeah, I think it's being held in.... GERMANY!!!! *bang head against wall) (By the way, the World Cup is being held in South Africa, to those who have been living in caves and eating raw meat) which brings us to the whole point of this post. (I know what you are thinking, 'WHAT, YOU HAVE TYPED OUT SO MUCH AND IT WAS ONLY CRAP????!!!) (I can't help it. It's a contagious disease I caught from a particular friend whose name starts with a capital 'T)
Here is the first point (If I don't do it with numbers I will write more crap)

1. Thomas Muller has my vote for the Best Young Player of World Cup 2010. He has shown that he has what it takes to shine, and he's only twenty *Swoon... I feel like one of those Twilight fans, only Thomas Muller is way better than Robert Pattinson. He's like a robot with white paint and a crooked nose. Them idiots who swoon over him are blind as bats* (I am team Jacob, by the way, but only because no one likes him and I like Taylor Lautner's six packs :D) - crapping again - . Makes me fell proud, even though I am not German. I do have German relatives though, so I have an excuse to support Germany so wholeheartedly. 
2. The Netherlands will kill the Spanish and take the World Cup trophy home. I really want them to win, even if it's only because I spitefully despise the fact that Spain killed Germany's run in the World Cup. I salute David Villa, though. And Fernando Torres, in your face. You are quite useless, next to David Villa. He looks good and plays better than you. (But I prefer Thomas Muller)
3. Congratulations to Germany for taking third place, beating Uruguay 3-2. 
4. Darn, when the World Cup's done I have to go back to thinking seriously about PMR. Sometimes, I think that I may like football because it serves as a distraction from daily life. 
5. Gambateh, Jia You, Jangan Putus Asa, PMR students GO!
6. Gee, I am so serious about football that I really think I can quit Facebook until PMR is gone because Germany lost...  T.T I hope I don't become one of those people who commit suicide because their team lost. 

Thomas Muller. He's my idol <3

Anyway, Goodbye for now and Take Care. Signing of with No Regrets for Quiting Facebook, CLQ Jasmine.

Of Hairstyles and White Haired Hair Stylists

I had a haircut on Saturday and the guy that was cutting my hair had dyed his hair white and was wearing blue contacts. the first thing that came to my mind was wow, if he were an anime character he would real cool. The second thing was that villain guy from Final fantasy, I think his name is Serpentia or something, and Gunther from Kyo Kara Maoh. Both of them have white hair. Well I had no idea what hair style I wanted (I haven't the remotest idea what to say. Like, thin my hair? shorten it? Clip the bad hair of ? What is there to say?) because I rarely set foot in a hair saloon...(Who wants people touching your hair and spraying who knows what on it? And on top of that they comment on the condition of your hair and want to know every aspect of your life) so I told him to cut anyway he wanted. It was a mistake. He gave me this 'fashionable' hair style which makes me look like a la la moi, and on top of that it is so difficult to tie (My hair keeps sticking out at an end because it is layered, the reason why I hate layering my hair). However, on the bright side, my hair is really easy to wash, no more having to use lots of shampoo and scrubbing it from the top to the bottom. all I have to do is wash. Anyway, I think I prefer male hair stylists because they don't talk. All they do is say 'straighten your head' 'how should I cut your hair?' Unlike a woman, in which case it would be:
"How should I cut your hair?"
'cut it how you want."
"But you must have some opinion.  How about I cut it thinner and give you a fringe? Or maybe I should bob it?"
-Begin cutting-
"You have such thick hair!"
"..."
"Is that your mum?"
"Mmmmhmmm..."
"You are in secondary school?"
"Standard 6"
"Oh, really? I thought you were in Form 5!"
.................
Do you see why guy hair stylists are better?

Lightening the Mood

‘Son, Get up ! It is time to go to school.’
‘But Mom, I dont want to go to school.’
‘Why ?’
‘The teachers hate me. The kids tease me. I really dont like going to school.’
‘Whether you like it or not, you better realise you have to go to the school. You are the HEADMASTER !!’

YOU ARE WRONG!!!

YOU ARE WRONG!!!  Actually, i wanted to add i am right. But i figured that my back wasn't long or wide enough to fit so many words in if they were to be read. Anyways, i sort of forgot that there was anything written on my back, and i was sitting in the canteen and i was like:"WTH, why is everyone staring at me????" And then i remembered that there was a huge pink sign reading 'YOU ARE WRONG!!' with a smiley on the top written in chalk on my back. I couldn't be bothered to cover it because it was so hot. Stare if u wish, people!! I must say that it's a good thing that cik goh or miss mah did not pass by or they might have said that i was bringing bad reputation to the PPS or something. ANyways, outside the school, i forgot again that there was something written on my back and i happily walked without my bag to Anita's van and this primary school kid was like:"Jie!your shirt!" And i was like, is she for real? Talking about the fact that i hadn't tucked in my shirt? And then i realised that 'YOU ARE WRONG' was written prominently on my back for everyone in range to see. Oh, well. I guess it was a unique and interesting experience... (think positively)