Mind Buzzer

The incessant buzzing in your mind. What is that? 

Have you ever experienced an annoying buzz in your mind that wouldn't budge even though you've tried so hard to permanently excise it from your frontal lobe in the left hemisphere of your puny little brain? (Nayy, just joking. I know you have a really big brain. In fact, its so big that you never bring it out for use! Hahahah =P )

Topless? Half-naked? Nude? What's with you?

The Beauty of Being Topless......

      People often refer being topless as in being literally without a top on ( flashing ), or also known as walking around without a shirt on. Well, I think differently, but that's just me.


      I like being topless. It gives me a sense of warmth, comfort, and satisfication when I see what I've done or created. =) Don't we all? Hahaha

Old School Flavour

Old School is Poisoning My System

Wooohoooo! I've got a poison fever! Roses are pretty, but Every Rose Has It's Thorns.

Then there's the Cherry Pie. I loveeee Cherry Pie made by Warrant! =D

After having some pie, I'd need to cool down before I live like I'm Seventeen. Let Winger show you how its done. =)

And last but not least, for the finale before bedtime, let's watch the White Lion do what they do best, When The Children Cry. ;)

Awwwwwwhhhh yeaaaaahhh! Old-school flavour ya'alll!!! ENJOY your weekend. Hahaha

Erratic Behaviour

Combinations

Peanut butter and jelly =D

Hi. I'd like to introduce you guys to my new besties, peanut butter and jelly. ;)

Unbalanced-ness

Unbalanced-ness

      Today was an okay okay, yet not so okay day. Hahah (bet you don't understand what I meant! =P) I woke up early for breakfast, then showered for an enjoyable 20 minutes. Great shower! =)

Whats The Big Picture?

Groups, Clichés, & misfits. What’s the big picture?

                Some activities are organized to promote teamwork and team spirit, enabling a bunch of probably strangers to go through the thick and thin (doubted); to become best of friends in life or for that current time frame.

That’s group work.

            A team of people, usually single sexed (girls), would roam common areas (school, duh! Shopping centre? Possible. Hahah =P) and show their superiority. There usually is a ‘queen bee’ that controls the other ‘minions’ to contribute to their ‘hive’. These ‘minions’ are the ones who keep the hive alive (and the queen, obviously). This too is a type of teamwork.

It’s a cliché.

            A bunch of nobodies trying to keep their presence on this planet a secret. Although there isn’t much inter-helping work done in these peoples life, fate and fact has brought them closer; and inevitably has to help one another for survival. It’s the circle of life.

No it’s not. They’re a bunch of misfits.

Moths and Toilet Bowls

Moths and Toilet Bowls

      I'm obesessed with the things I see in the toilet. Bugs like moths, spiders, ants, an occasional praying mantis, and cockroach (ewww, not that I'm scared of them but I hate the smell of them. Pure disgust!) Anyway, there's always a bunch of moths in the toilet. I don't understand, nor do I know why they like it soooo much. Is it the delicious smell of digested food products that slide out of our body orifice into the sparkling, crystal clear, yet undrinkable (or so I think, but don't dogs always drink out of toilet bowls? Hahah). From afar, the sticks of brown dynamite in the toilet bowl can be clearly recognised and will put off anyone whatswhoever in the right state of mind ( people like me, errrmmm and you I guess? =P) You DO know what I'm talking about don't you?

       I happened to have discovered a lone brown moth on the side of the toilet bowl I was going to pee in. The little bugger was aroungd the size of a pendrive, with slight white spots dotted along its body. It was a poor little moth. I unleashed my wrath upon him, at first scaring the wits out of him, making him flutter around the toilet bowl, then I was merciless. Forcing a rush of pee onto it, he was defenceless and never stood a chance. In a few seconds, I put it out of its misery. Feeling slightly guilty concious, I flushed it down the toilet bowl, giving it a final look before sending it down a watery grave.