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Thursday, August 26, 2010, 11:36 PM

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Today is a big, bad joke. Except it is not a joke and I had to bear with it. I have no idea how some people can stay all emotionally down the entire time. I don't find the feeling of despair particularly appetizing nor addictive. So excuse me while I go scream into my pillow.

Okay, I am good to go now.

Thanks Jerry for making me feel much much better (such a good best friend!) and *him* for constantly calling me to see if I am okay + taking the trouble of walking out of Sunway College by foot for.....

The good news is I have finally gotten over my fears of zombies. Here's your chance to get over your phobia too, by clicking here! I am ready to take on Resident Evil 4 without fear. And yes, I am a scaredycat over this sort of things. Gotta have some points for admitting it ;D

But then again, after I read that article yesterday, I was still grossed out when I watch Zombieland (it's funny but still...) though that could boil down to my fear of blood and organs-thingies that are supposed to stay inside our bodies. Damn, my hands have those needles tingles just thinking about it.

You know what else give me the tingles? Albeit a different kind, of course.


This

My definition of sexy


Not that I am going to sit over here and say I know every little thing about cars. I don't. Yes, even after years of hearing the boys discuss about every tiny detail about cars, once upon a time ago. Even if I once spend two whole hours of my time window shopping car accessories against my will. Or when I used to spend my afternoons watching Top Gear or reading its magazine. Sadly, not a damn clue.

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