the last i checked, a testimonial can be defined as:
(a) a recommendation or putting in a good word;
(b) a tribute – something given or done as an expression of esteem;
since a few years ago(when a sudden rush of creativity emerged on the internet), we can now find testimonials on friendster‘s in a form of greetings, and others.
[“you’ve got lotsa $$$$ so you’re a star, man!”]
_________////____ Oo .. !!! .. o.. , o
___*____//////____ o .. (*.* )Merry ..O
_____*_////////___*_ ( ) ChristMas
__________|_|_______ O .( ….. ).ooooo
hello, how does the christmas tree and the cute teddy bear put in a good word about me in the testimonial? does the tree signify that i’ve always been a prickly person? or the teddy bear means i’m hugable?
surely it’s just a greeting which can (and should) be sent via the message or bulletin thingy. or email, sms or snail mail.
come on, there is a difference between ‘testimonial’ and a ‘guestbook’,
serious shit, man. (mind my language!)
nah, i’ll borrow this as my testimonial for www.xes.cx.
[“you’ve got cute toes, yo, so i was here!”]
so i finally made up my mind to be a guestblogger for this site, despite the fact that the major terms and conditions (of my ’employment’) has yet to be ironed out. [quite stOOpid of me.] ;P
hmm… what’s there to intro bout myself? i’ve got boobs and bum, so i’m definitely a girl. ;P yup, i just got out of the shower, so, of course i’m sure. *smacks bum*
really, i just wondered whether uncle frank needed a break from blogging. hehe… so i’ll help out a bit. [psst, u can pay me later, frank!]
erm. that’s it. i mean, no one is reading blogs during the christmas break. everyone’s busy having parties to attend, last minute shopping for presents (yay~), visiting relatives (not smelly uncle botak chin pls!), looking for
missing toes mistletoes in hope to receive kisses for free (desperate?), catching mummy kissing santa claus……
at least now that christmas is finally here, we don’t have to be asked a gazillion and one times, “hey, so what’s your plan for christmas eve? christmas?” tiring, isn’t it? then we’ll sound like a broken record repeating the same question to them, “i’m doing blah di daa… how bout you? what are your plans?”
peace and quiet until next week it’ll be “what are your new year’s eve plans? new year??”
wokies, i, too, need to go out and
hunt for give out free kisses.
happy holidays and merry christmas! *muah*
p.s. uncle xes, do i get paid for this? =)
Remember when we were young, we used to ask our mummy and daddy where we come from and their answer would sometimes be,
“We pick you from the thrash bin.”
So whenever we pass by the rubbish dump site, we would somehow had a nostagic feeling for it.
That is where we come from?
“Hey look! There is where i come from. Hmmm…but it’s stinky place. No wonder, everytime after mummy bath me, she will put a lot of talcum powder on me.”
And whenever our parents got angry with us, they would say
“I wish that I have never picked u up from that thrash bin. There are plenty of nicer baby for me to choose from last time!”
Then you would have the picture in your head that everytime a man and woman get marry, they dig zealously at the rubbish dump site for a baby.
two women digging for baby?
And also that time when you were angry at your parents, you would look at the dust bin…
That was where we once live before our parents “adopted” us?
“Stupid dust bin, why don’t you have a cover so i can hied myself from this evil parents of mine.”
and not to forgot that time when you were unhappy with your parents because they did not give you enough allowance.
“AAAARG…i wanna get into the dust bin again and let a rich parents pick me!!!”
Apparently snake hunter is a very lucrative profession in Kedah. I hear that the snake hunter in Kedah catches snake with their barehand.
Damn brave, man!!! Unfortunately, i have yet to seen them in action. I wonder if it is the same as these African Snake Hunter…
Before going into action, the hunter wrapped his hand with some thick animal skin. From the photo, it looks like fox skin but i doubt it is fox skin…=P
He then climbed into the snake hole.
Ah Ha! He found his prey, a female python guiding her nest
Snake: You are going to get me so easily
The hunter offered his hand to the snake!!!
Hunter: dude faster pull me out!!
Hunter: i am the MAN!!!
Finally, the hunters marched home with the catch of the day.
Hunter: Let’s have BBQ Snake meat and Snake Kut teh soup for dinner today
I am in a state, I am.
Someone just told me that even dogs didn’t want me. I know he meant it as a joke, but I took it really badly. It?s a joke, just a joke. You know how he is.
And you know what, joke or no joke; I think that was really uncalled for. I’m really hurt. *heart breaks..
Moving on, work for me the past 2 months have been a basket of mixed nuts. Seen the good, experienced the bad, cried at the worse. Being such a junior, I am constantly being taught by my colleagues ? one too many of them that is. Getting instructions from any of them is a headache coz they each give contradicting instructions and directions, I don?t know which to follow and not only do I end up completely confused, they think I am dumb for not listening to him or her or her. Make up your mind!
And what?s more, Oon and Tucks are going back Australia? don’t go? :?( I wish I had so much more time with you guys, I wish I made more time for you guys. It is about being completely comfortable with you guys that count. I will never live down the guilt. :?( And moreover, who is gonna take me to Br3akers now? And be oH So PaTieNt while playing foos with me? WHo?? 🙁
Aiyah, I?m in a sour mood. Note to self: Better not blog when you are in a bitter frame of mind.
Oh boy, it’s almost 6a.m and I haven’t slept a wink. Anywayz, it has been a loOOOng while, hasn’t it? Now, where do I begin? Same old. My life as it is substantially revolves around the BVC (Bar Vocational Course). No romantic dramas of any sort. The never-ending assessments until May, court visits, dining sessions, job applications and the list goes on…it all made me feel as if I have lost my “lust for life”. I guess I don’t party as hard, drink as much as before. Somehow I have lost these enthusiasms at one point or another. What’s going on! Let the insomniac ramble on”You guys must have worked out by now, you will come to know this old and domesticated being that need to be taught the meaning of P-A-R-T-Y again: P
Thankfully, I still have my friends to keep me sane at all times. I suppose, beneath the elegance of a barristers’ suit lay an infinite effort to keep it going. Chinatown is like my second home for one reason. Hunger satisfaction. I eat like I’ve never eaten before. 😀 Oh common…that’s the closest thing I can get to mummy’s home cook food. *sob*sob*
O.K, ramblings aside. London Fashion Week was held on the 14th -19th February 2004. This is followed by the London Fashion Weekend which is on the Thursday 19th Feb- Sunday 22nd Feb 2004. “London Fashion Week-End invites the public to take part in the glamour of Fashion Week and snap up style tips and bargains. The event takes place in temporary tents erected in front of the Duke of York’s Headquarters on the King’s Road. Over 100 LFW designers selling clothes and accessories at standard retail prices.”
Retail therapy, anyone? 😀
Ohh boy..the sun is up..and I was meant to get up in 2 hr’s time. 😡
My neighbor complained of how all his shoes were stolen and he would just go to Uptown to find them and buy them all back. And have them stolen again and the trip to Uptown once again. Seems senseless to pay for the same pair of shoes so many times over. 🙂
There seems to be a wave of crime in my neighborhood these days. Some of you may know my neighbor, Hans and thanks to him, my ?chances of going out? leeway has narrowed substantially coz of him religiously reporting to my mum of all the crime that has been happening in our area. Thanks maannnn? *kicks Hans* Looking at it in the big picture, it?s a pretty noble thing to do but it only gives her more reasons to not let me out. Now all the amount of keychain alarms, pepper sprays, sharp weapons and people in numbers will be redundant to the eyes of my mum. BAH!
Today is a real ?painful? day. First, I was playing with my dog on the sofa when she suddenly felt like biting her own tail (why dogs do that anyway?) and she miss-cue, she bit my hand instead. Then while cleaning my room today, I dropped a bunch of bottles of nail polish on my left foot. After that, while taking my shower, I dropped my shaver on my other foot and now it won?t stop bleeding. Wah-LUN-neeehhhhh? really not my day today, man. Besides all these aches and sorts, I am still nursing a flu which has rendered my voice partially cataleptic. BAH!
This is a day for BAH!s
Here is a mini part of a conversation with YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE:
Dee: Tell me, do you love me?
YKWYA: Yeah, I do
Dee: How much?
YKWYA: Like flies to shit
Dee: (did I hear right?) What?
YKWYA: Flies to shit 🙂
Dee: ?.. wtf?..
Did he just imply that I am a piece of shit? Grrr?. BAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! But I love you anyway, you piece of shiiiiiiittttttttt 😛 😛 😛 😉
Yup, definitely a day for BAH!s?
Web Master Leong has flew into the koo koo’s nest. I mean would u all take a good look at him? It’s nice really but FOR FUCK SAKE it’s just so so…words just can’t describe it. But hell it’s cool. Nowander he’s been keeping his hair long eh
I know i’ve been lost for sometime. Only because there’re so many things stressing me up lately. Studies mainly though. I know it ain’t a valid excuse but seriously, studying sucks ass man. Just got over the last paper two days back and realised that never again do i have to sit in some shitty exam hall and get all terrified over some cutted-tree-paper with words. Add to that, no more lecture theaters and tutorial classes for the rest of my life. At least i do choose to believe that from now on.
There’s so much happening in the world today that it’s really getting out of hand. Saddam is fucked, Osama rises from the dead, poor bali, malaysia threaten, warning from Osama to Australians, Bali bomber smiles hysterically in court, Tai lou Leong braids his hair, Monash shootings, etc. It’s just too much information at one go! Why can’t the world just be filled with naked chicks. It would be so much more peaceful. *choose to believe*
Avril Lavigne is teh sexxe! A momment of silence please. *fantasizes*
– 8:27 p.m