Saturday, May 30, 2009

Hyponagogic Myclonic Twitch.

People who are really close to me will be aware that I am probably a friend with the strangest bad sleeping habits. Now you k-po's don't even hope I reveal any because you gotta know me well enough to know. ;)

So you see, out of all the habits I have, I suffer from hypnagogic myoclonic twitch in my sleep. It's an uncontrolled movement that causes your body to jerk awake all of a sudden when your body is relaxed and still and very lol-worthy to look at (YAES. I've been told). There's no scientific explanation for it LOL, I googled. :9

I don't know about you guys, but for me it's usually the kind of feeling that i tripped on a curb, or pushed into a pool, sucked into a vortex, sliding down a slide something like that. The thrill of falling off a stupid cliff can be disruptive when I am supposed to stay still.

I used to get it all the time in the dentist's chair. I surprised the nurse every time, hehe... And when shampoo-ing my hair at the salon the shampoo-boy must be thinking wtf. It's funny as hell. It gets annoying though especially during my most stressful periods of the semester coz usually it leaves me half awake and dreaming about cliffs and slides, my leg jerks then it ruins my nap and freaks me out. Tee hee.

Another bad habit is, it's really difficult to wake me up. I treasure my sleep so much, even if you put a bomb under my bed, I'll still sleep. So maybe this twitch thing is supposed to make sure I wake up at all. :O


Thursday, May 28, 2009

I schwear.

Hormones are probably one of the most complicated things in the world. Period.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009


I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else I've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me



We do really silly things.

Coming soon.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

These are the Seven Deadly Sins


Point out which do I follow.

Alcoholism isn't one of the 7.

I write so much trash =D

Friday, May 22, 2009

Your most unconventional sport.

L-R: Joyce and Pineapple, Gavin trying to be roadrunner, Nelson with bottle+bat.

Other baseball props that got smashed in half.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

I was shot once.

Daniel Henney U.S. drama picked up for fall.

Get ready to see Daniel Henney on U.S. television — his pilot, CBS drama series Three Rivers, has been given the green light for the fall season.

The series is a medical drama that centers around doctors who specialize in organ transplants, as well as organ donors and recipients. It stars Julia Ormond (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button) and Alex O’Loughlin (Moonlight) as doctors; Daniel Henney also plays a transplant specialist.

Daniel Henney snagged a spot on CBS primetime ;)

Daniel in Greys? Scrubs, scaple and an operating table? Dishy.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I forgotten how it feels.

And so, there was this free dinner.

And every time there is a gathering, there's a lucky draw.

My prize. =D

30 bucks worth!

MEI YII'S Grand prize.

50 bucks worth!


I love free stuff.<3

Monday, May 18, 2009


At times I feel I just want to disappear from the big picture.

Right Round.

Hybrids. It.s 10.00am. I'm off to bed.

Sunday, May 17, 2009



Wednesday, May 13, 2009


I will meet them some day.


*szreamaz like madmadmadmad*

Harpoon me.

Monday, May 11, 2009


Roasers ar raed
Bioletz are vluee
Shoegar ish scwitt
But aliens hate our world and still rode a bicycle up to the moon anyways.

And I really need to stop getting distracted. I'm officialy compulsive when it comes to blogger and facebook.

Somebody stabbed me with a rib-eye steak!

And I hear loud eurotrash music coming from a distance... =.= Why?

Saturday, May 09, 2009


"I therefore fully support her application in the belief that this would greatly broaden her horizon and develop her potentials" - Wong, 2008.
And so it did.

My head throbs just watching democracy ripped apart despite desperate attempts to keep it together.

Friday, May 08, 2009

It's the 8th.

Let him go.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009


It was a random thing to do on a random night. I kept my housemates in my room just so I could escape doing Sociology.

I don't know my priorities. I know.

Monday, May 04, 2009


Bowling is my favourite sport of all time and even though I don't completely rock it, it gives me something to be excited about. I'm not sure which part of the sport (the throwing, the pins or the colourful balls- Maybe the balls...) that arouse my interest. It could've been the Daiman Bowl sessions with Jason and Alvin. Bowling just became a habit.

And so in every bowling game, it is rarely the score that pisses me off. It is when I get a split. Because I know it is not possible (for me at least) to get a spare and up my score at that frame, and in a split, you have to decide which side you want to hit. I often end up throwing my bowling ball towards the center.

*Cue. GOALLL!!!

It comes with luck. If I aim diaganally to the pin on my right, with good estimates, control and a fitting ball, I can. But with a slight miscalculation of energy/power, I will hit the irritating gutter and my life will be a big hot onion soup pot of doom. Stock markets will crash and hilirity will ensue, and the swine flu pendemic will end all human race. el oh el.

So to avoid all that, I often more confident to aim straight to the pin at my left. I'm left handed so it's much easier. Rarely I can knock both down (Till this day, I don't remember doing so) but from bowling tournaments I've seen on TV, I know it's possible. I googled it too. So it HAS to be possible. But it requires big amount of energy and thrust which I don't have. People who have arm wrestled with me will know.

With my capacities, I'll be happy if i just knock down one of the two. I often don't. LOL.

I suck in bowling competitions. I can't bowl under stress. I can't do anything right under stress.