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Oh, oh, oh. Guess what time it is! It's... Wonder-Time!
I'm a bit confused about almost everything. Okay, maybe that was a lie. A big one. To tell you the truth, I'm really confused about every-fucking-thing. How the hell is one very indecisive girl supposed to make a big decision? There's too much to think about, too many things to decide on. Not that I stress myself out by using up my brain capacity just because of all this though, I mean, most of the time, I just can't be bothered to think about all this. Plus, I am one who is used to running away from problems and I am one who does not need explanations for things that stress me out just by thinking about them one tiny bit. I don't think these problems are really a major thing in my life right now though but sometimes, I just wonder, you know, like if I'm doing things right and if I'll ever make the right decision. But then again, what is right? Is there really the right way to do anything for that matter? Ah well, whatever.

Maybe it isn't really that important at this age. I guess. I mean, it's not like I'm 27 or anything. Hehehehehehehe, yeah I chose 27 because I was born on the 27th day of the 2nd month of the year. Okay, let's not get distracted. Focus, man. Focus.

So I have something really important to share with you guys. Really important. Like, really.
I know right?! Isn't it like, the most brilliant invention ever? It doesn't really do anything though, it just makes you look awesome. *Dances around like a doofus.

I swear God answered my prayers in just 4 days. On August 2nd, I blogged something that technically spelled out desperation. Yes, go ahead and scroll down if you wish to see proof. So then on the 6th, I had such a big smile on my face it was probably capable of lighting up the whole district. Hell yeah, on that day, I got what I wanted.

I've met someone. And I think he's really great. Funny thing is, the thought of being with him had never crossed my mind, especially not six years ago when I first laid eyes on his fine piece of... Never mind. Okay, I was kidding. I never checked his ass out when I was a friggin' twelve-year-old, okay? I was way too cool for that. *Sticks out tongue.

Anyway, I found him when I was checking out old photos someone scanned and posted on Facebook from decades ago. (Yes, that was just an exaggeration. I meant like, five to six years ago, or maybe seven? Anyway..) And then I saw a familiar face, so I kept browsing through the photos just to make sure it was him. "Oh.. my.. god.. Is that..? No.. It can't be..", I kept thinking to myself. So I kept on like, flipping through the photos. And then I saw his name. And then I blinked, and then......And and that's how we ended up together. I know, right?!

Only certain people I was close to back then remember how much of a big crush I had on him. Yeah, yeah, six years ago. Six fucking years ago. Awww shucks. I think I'm blushing. Hahahahahahaha. So yeah, I'm not going to be all typical and try real hard to make him seem like the bestest person in the whole world. But I will tell you, he's awesome. Because he really listens. And I don't mean just listen, you know what I'm saying? He gives me a whole package of goodness when I really need it. And I really think he's influencing me to be a good person. Ferreal, y'all.

Okay, so I'm lame. So what? At least I'm not talking about tying shoelaces to... Never mind. :)

On another note, Les Paul died at 94. Yes, THE Les Paul. Rest in peace, old pal. We love you. Here's something yummy I made for ya. Okay, okay, so I lied. I didn't make this. But there was a little truth in that sentence --- it is yummy.


I wonder what life will bring me next as of tomorrow. You know, since it's a new week. Happy new week, lovers! Ahh, why the hell am I so weird? Wait, no, don't answer that. I don't want to know. I think.

Anyway, I've been feeling so empty lately and I think it's because I haven't been playing Left 4 Dead. Hahahahahahaha. Well, it sounds logical, doesn't it? Yes. Well, I'm not sure, to be honest but I have come up with a list of possible reasons for my condition:


Okay, okay, so it isn't actually a complete list yet, but I'm getting there. I just... happen to have a few distractions. Well, okay, maybe 239283 distractions..... but umm, I promise I'll get the list done. *Puts on innocent and so-called adorable face.

I miss metalheads. <3
Guess what you guys, it wasn't my grandma's birthday on the 22nd. It's on the 27th. I always get 227 and 277 mixed up. Ugh, I hate me. Hahahaha. Anyway, yeah. Hi, I'm cool.

So it's 22nd July and it's 2.15AM. I thought I'd blog because, well, I heard rumors that there'll be a tsunami or something and it'll affect Borneo. Some people say it isn't true, some say it is. I'm not sure myself but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? Right. Oh and it's also my dear granny's birthday. Happy birthday U'wan! Yeah, that's what we call her. 'Cause we're part Malaysians, biatch, so eat yer heart out. Okay, okay. Enough of my ridiculous random fits.

On another note, I hate gastric. And that's something you've all heard me say before. Gastric is my worst enemy. It has been for so many years. I wish it was possible to make it extinct. I know, I know. It's ridiculous. You might as well throw a shoe at me.

Oh, my god. I remember like 4 years ago, or something when YouTube did not exist, Max introduced me to Straylight Run and I was in love with them eversince. And as of this moment, I just remembered the band name and the name of the song! Oh, my fucking god. It's a miracle. I've been dying for 3 years trying to remember at least one word from the title of the song or the name of the band. Shit, I can't believe I finally got it. This calls for a celebration. We need pizza. Oh, wait. It's past midnight.

'05 and '06 were good old years, man. Good times, good times. *Puts on corny smile.

My mom told me to text my dad something but I couldn't hear her and told her to repeat what she wanted me to type in the text and you know what? She practically screamed, shouted the words at me and I felt the hate. God, ever since I made the decision to sdkfsdhfieufdhks she's been treating me like I'm a dog or something. Whatever. I'm out. Gonna catch Harry Potter.




I don't think anybody knows what they're doing. I mean, think about it. How do people actually know what's wrong and what's right? I don't think anybody is ever sure what they're actually doing unless there's a textbook on how to do everything. I mean, the people who write all that crap are only writing their assumptions and according to their own personal perspectives, right? People who write instructions or guidelines or any kind of textbook are only assuming something's right and expect other people to do the same or whatever. I mean, this is just a random thought. I'm not complaining or anything. Don't get me wrong. I think about a lot of weird things, a lot. Maybe even way too much. But yeah, I don't think there actually is wrong and right in this world. Just.. theoretical wrong and theoretical right. Excluding all religious matters, of course. And excluding Michael Jackson 'cause the man sure knew what he was doing. He's beautiful. Such a babe. I'm busy watching CNN right now. Yes, it's all on Michael Jackson, again. I'm terribly sorry but I love him to bits and pieces and I'll leave you with this:



You've to watch this as well because its AWESOME multiplied by a million, divided by one.





I'm never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
I'm so confused about everything that's going on right now. I wonder when I'll ever be good enough for anything at all. I wonder why there are people in this world who think they can just judge and say whatever-the-hell they want to straight to people's faces without considering their feelings.

Today, the world experienced an enormous loss -- the moon-walking genius; the king of pop; the last legend, Michael Jackson was pronounced dead due to cardiac arrest. I can't believe it. I just can't.
Jermaine Jackson – “And may Allah be with you Michael always. I love you.”
And tonight, apparently, ABC, CBS and NBC are reworking their primetime lineups tonight to make room for coverage of the singer; the legendary king of pop, Michael Jackson and the passing of the gorgeous actress Farrah Fawcett.


My favourite tweets today:

1. John Mayer -- "I truly hope he is memorialized as the '83 moonwalking, MTV owning, mesmerizing, unstoppable, invincible Michael Jackson."

2. Mark Hoppus -- "The first album I ever bought was thriller. With my birthday money. On cassette for my brand new Sony Walkman. Truth. Rest in peace."

Today, I sort of came to the conclusion that um, maybe, just maybe, I don't want to get married. Well, either that or I'd like to get married 27 times so I'd get to wear 27 different wedding outfits because I'm pretty convinced that eternal love does not exist in this world. And you know what else doesn't exist? Well, only in my world, that is. Respect, that's what. But I pretty much think most women don't get respect from men anyway so I'm not alone. But I guess it's just how everything works; like um, cereal's dry and milk's wet -- they're opposites (stating the obvious). One side doesn't have what the other one has, therefore they (most likely) need each other. Ahhhh, whatever. I don't know shit.

Anyway, I just realized how hard it is for girls to properly pee in a bottle or a small container or jar without having to get our hands dirty. And fuck no, it was certainly not just for fun or out of boredom, we actually did something useful at the hospital today and saw... Nevermind.

I need:
1. A real Sakura tree.
2. A tyre swing tied to the Sakura tree previously mentioned.
3. A little appreciation, acknowledgement and respect.
What?! Demi Lovato and Trace Cyrus? Uhhhhh, I mean... Hello, dearest readers. I know what you're thinking. And no, I'm not drunk. I know I've never really been into this whole celebrity gossip world thing but yeah, I ran out of things to do. Is this a sign? Am I going to die soon? Nahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh, and yesterday morning, I received an acceptance letter from Jerudong International School which means, I'll be leaving SMSA. Party, anyone?

I've nothing on but a towel and I just wanted you to know. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. *Sticks out tongue.

Hmmm. I had an interesting conversation with a little bird named Yen Arbi Bungsu who claims that he's Johnny Depp and is dating Colbie Caillat and on random days, Kim Kardashian. (Yes, we were being very random)

Yen
well hello there

Lynz
omg! hiiiiiiii!
what brings you to brunei?

Yen
well...the culture..i guess

Lynz
i see, whats so interesting about it?

Yen
hmm...the agricultural system

Lynz
oh, i see. but we dont have hydrophonics to grow weed indoors, that kind of sucks, doesnt it?

Yen
well i quit on marijuana 7 years ago..so now im more fond of cocaine

Lynz
that's quite interesting, i must say. what does cocaine actually do to your brain?

Yen
aggresivity
hmm i believe aggresivity is not even a word

Lynz
I see, so that's what cocaine does to you huh? It makes you think words like aggresivity is a real word.

Yen
yeah
hahahaha

PS. Check out The Used's new album cover -- Art injected to work. Artwork, get it, get it, get it? Shit, I'm such a loser. Nevertheless, an insanely fucking awesome loser.

It's so sad to see an animal chase a bait that keeps being pulled away. But you know what isn't so sad? I think I can actually count the number of times I've felt like shit this year. Yes, it is amazing. *Smiles with pride.

Anyway, I broke a promise -- I did not organize my dressing room yet because I've been experiencing this strange thing called laziness. I hate it but it loves me so much I can't bare to kick it out of my fucking system. So Mr. Lazy, make yerself at home because you'll be staying in me for a very long time.

And I have a confession: I actually have nothing to blog about. *Runs away screaming, expecting to be chased.
You know what bugs me? Bugs. No, not Bugs Bunny. Bugs Bunny kicks ass, man. I've always wanted to visit his hole. And I certainly do not mean that kind of hole, idiot. I mean his bunny-hole in the ground. Anyway, I seriously hate cockroaches.

Have you ever heard of a Lynz who doesn't own a wardrobe where all her clothes are supposed to go? Well, you're looking at one! Oh wait, you can't see me. Oh well. I am one. Ahuh, I need to organize my dressing room and I think I'll do it tomorrow morning. Well, that's if I manage to wake up before PM comes after the numbers on the clock on my phone.

Here are a few random things I need to get out of my chest for no particular reason:

1. Ren and Stimpy scares the shit out of me.
2. Some of my cousins are coming over tomorrow to show me how to make Sushi.
3. I need to find my Little Miss Naughty t-shirt because it's been decades since I've worn it.
4. I want to spank __________________. (Any volunteers?)
   
5. I need a dose of P B and J Otter. Gah!

Oh, I stared at the moon a few hours ago and I saw a face -- a very cheerful one. I don't know if that's supposed to be either weird, scary or cool but um, yeah. Now that I mentioned it, I'm kind of freaked out.
It's wonder time! I wonder:

1. Why everything has to be complicated.
2. Why chlorophyll can't be pink instead of green.
3. Why pigs can't fly.
4. Why I'm obsessed with panties.
5. Why I'm so negative 98.7% of the time.
6. Why Sunflowers don't last long.
7. Why a sponge would live in a pineapple under the sea when it could live in a watermelon up in the sky.
   
8. Why you smell so good.
9. Why I wonder so much.
10. Why I haven't had Cakoi for so long.

If you've answers for any 2 of these, do call me. Fuck yes, I'm too lazy to update.
I keep wondering what's going to happen everyday. And there are times when I don't want to, but my brain refuses to stop. But sometimes I'm capable of ignoring things and that's why I'm still sane. Wait, am I?

Also, I wonder why some people are just plain fucked up although I am one who believes that everything that happens was already planned out by God anyway.

Today, when I came back from school, I found the kitchen-TV facing the floor, helplessly crying for help because it was an innocent victim of some stupid maniac's raging fit.

But I still want a baby turtle because I know it'll make me happy. You know why? Because I'll have someone to talk to everyday about my problems. And I could, like Little Bill who named his hamster 'Elephant', name my baby turtle 'Calculator'. I know exactly what you're thinking -- it's the most adorable-est name ever.

And here's something extremely random, like everything else on this stupid blog; I wrote Basyirahh Taib a memo when we were in the ICT Lab, telling her that I love her. Hehehehehehehehehehe. And I forgot yesterday was the 12th of May so I need to make it up to Nurul Fitri that I almost forgot to wish her a kick-ass birthday. And I still want a baby turtle. Oh wait, I said that.


I just realized, thanks to The 11th Hour, how much we, humans, have destroyed the undoubtedly beautiful Earth and how much we're destroying it as we speak. It's sad, isn't it? It just makes me want to clean my room more often. Wait, that doesn't make sense, does it? Well, you know what else doesn't make sense? They named Ritz crackers Ritz crackers.

On another note, the canteen on the left sells Green Tea now! And I'm in a blank state for the time being because the sky is blue and I know why but I'm not going to tell you because you didn't ask.

PS. I wish I was capable of sorting out all existing problems.
(And with this video, I shall end my post. Yes, I am on a 90's marathon. Hahahahah)

I smell good because I haven't showered, and the reason for that is because I just ate. And you can't shower or bathe right after you eat. Why, you ask? Well, here's a rather interesting answer I got somewhere;

The water goes right in your pores and then straight to your stomach, filling you up even more. If you shower too long or with really hot water it fills up even faster. If you don't regurgitate/vomit right away you can actually have your stomach explode. That is also why you're not hungry after taking a shower with an empty stomach. So if we want to solve the world hunger problem we should get everyone a shower.

Yes, what an opening. How rude (or random) of me. Hello. Mhmm, Lynz has decided to come back into the blogging world because her life is a big bore. Okay, not really. I just miss typing a sh*tload of random crap and posting it somewhere 'appropriate'.

I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.
Whoa, that is such a rare sentence. Makes me want to say it again.
I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.
I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.

Lynz, 18.
Claustrophobic
Likes to make up her own theories about almost everything.
And wants to put a smile on your face (sometimes).

Oh, oh, oh. Guess what time it is! It's... Wonder-Time!
I'm a bit confused about almost everything. Okay, maybe that was a lie. A big one. To tell you the truth, I'm really confused about every-fucking-thing. How the hell is one very indecisive girl supposed to make a big decision? There's too much to think about, too many things to decide on. Not that I stress myself out by using up my brain capacity just because of all this though, I mean, most of the time, I just can't be bothered to think about all this. Plus, I am one who is used to running away from problems and I am one who does not need explanations for things that stress me out just by thinking about them one tiny bit. I don't think these problems are really a major thing in my life right now though but sometimes, I just wonder, you know, like if I'm doing things right and if I'll ever make the right decision. But then again, what is right? Is there really the right way to do anything for that matter? Ah well, whatever.

Maybe it isn't really that important at this age. I guess. I mean, it's not like I'm 27 or anything. Hehehehehehehe, yeah I chose 27 because I was born on the 27th day of the 2nd month of the year. Okay, let's not get distracted. Focus, man. Focus.

So I have something really important to share with you guys. Really important. Like, really.
I know right?! Isn't it like, the most brilliant invention ever? It doesn't really do anything though, it just makes you look awesome. *Dances around like a doofus.

I swear God answered my prayers in just 4 days. On August 2nd, I blogged something that technically spelled out desperation. Yes, go ahead and scroll down if you wish to see proof. So then on the 6th, I had such a big smile on my face it was probably capable of lighting up the whole district. Hell yeah, on that day, I got what I wanted.

I've met someone. And I think he's really great. Funny thing is, the thought of being with him had never crossed my mind, especially not six years ago when I first laid eyes on his fine piece of... Never mind. Okay, I was kidding. I never checked his ass out when I was a friggin' twelve-year-old, okay? I was way too cool for that. *Sticks out tongue.

Anyway, I found him when I was checking out old photos someone scanned and posted on Facebook from decades ago. (Yes, that was just an exaggeration. I meant like, five to six years ago, or maybe seven? Anyway..) And then I saw a familiar face, so I kept browsing through the photos just to make sure it was him. "Oh.. my.. god.. Is that..? No.. It can't be..", I kept thinking to myself. So I kept on like, flipping through the photos. And then I saw his name. And then I blinked, and then......And and that's how we ended up together. I know, right?!

Only certain people I was close to back then remember how much of a big crush I had on him. Yeah, yeah, six years ago. Six fucking years ago. Awww shucks. I think I'm blushing. Hahahahahahaha. So yeah, I'm not going to be all typical and try real hard to make him seem like the bestest person in the whole world. But I will tell you, he's awesome. Because he really listens. And I don't mean just listen, you know what I'm saying? He gives me a whole package of goodness when I really need it. And I really think he's influencing me to be a good person. Ferreal, y'all.

Okay, so I'm lame. So what? At least I'm not talking about tying shoelaces to... Never mind. :)

On another note, Les Paul died at 94. Yes, THE Les Paul. Rest in peace, old pal. We love you. Here's something yummy I made for ya. Okay, okay, so I lied. I didn't make this. But there was a little truth in that sentence --- it is yummy.


I wonder what life will bring me next as of tomorrow. You know, since it's a new week. Happy new week, lovers! Ahh, why the hell am I so weird? Wait, no, don't answer that. I don't want to know. I think.

Anyway, I've been feeling so empty lately and I think it's because I haven't been playing Left 4 Dead. Hahahahahahaha. Well, it sounds logical, doesn't it? Yes. Well, I'm not sure, to be honest but I have come up with a list of possible reasons for my condition:


Okay, okay, so it isn't actually a complete list yet, but I'm getting there. I just... happen to have a few distractions. Well, okay, maybe 239283 distractions..... but umm, I promise I'll get the list done. *Puts on innocent and so-called adorable face.

I miss metalheads. <3
Guess what you guys, it wasn't my grandma's birthday on the 22nd. It's on the 27th. I always get 227 and 277 mixed up. Ugh, I hate me. Hahahaha. Anyway, yeah. Hi, I'm cool.

So it's 22nd July and it's 2.15AM. I thought I'd blog because, well, I heard rumors that there'll be a tsunami or something and it'll affect Borneo. Some people say it isn't true, some say it is. I'm not sure myself but it's better to be safe than sorry, right? Right. Oh and it's also my dear granny's birthday. Happy birthday U'wan! Yeah, that's what we call her. 'Cause we're part Malaysians, biatch, so eat yer heart out. Okay, okay. Enough of my ridiculous random fits.

On another note, I hate gastric. And that's something you've all heard me say before. Gastric is my worst enemy. It has been for so many years. I wish it was possible to make it extinct. I know, I know. It's ridiculous. You might as well throw a shoe at me.

Oh, my god. I remember like 4 years ago, or something when YouTube did not exist, Max introduced me to Straylight Run and I was in love with them eversince. And as of this moment, I just remembered the band name and the name of the song! Oh, my fucking god. It's a miracle. I've been dying for 3 years trying to remember at least one word from the title of the song or the name of the band. Shit, I can't believe I finally got it. This calls for a celebration. We need pizza. Oh, wait. It's past midnight.

'05 and '06 were good old years, man. Good times, good times. *Puts on corny smile.

My mom told me to text my dad something but I couldn't hear her and told her to repeat what she wanted me to type in the text and you know what? She practically screamed, shouted the words at me and I felt the hate. God, ever since I made the decision to sdkfsdhfieufdhks she's been treating me like I'm a dog or something. Whatever. I'm out. Gonna catch Harry Potter.




I don't think anybody knows what they're doing. I mean, think about it. How do people actually know what's wrong and what's right? I don't think anybody is ever sure what they're actually doing unless there's a textbook on how to do everything. I mean, the people who write all that crap are only writing their assumptions and according to their own personal perspectives, right? People who write instructions or guidelines or any kind of textbook are only assuming something's right and expect other people to do the same or whatever. I mean, this is just a random thought. I'm not complaining or anything. Don't get me wrong. I think about a lot of weird things, a lot. Maybe even way too much. But yeah, I don't think there actually is wrong and right in this world. Just.. theoretical wrong and theoretical right. Excluding all religious matters, of course. And excluding Michael Jackson 'cause the man sure knew what he was doing. He's beautiful. Such a babe. I'm busy watching CNN right now. Yes, it's all on Michael Jackson, again. I'm terribly sorry but I love him to bits and pieces and I'll leave you with this:



You've to watch this as well because its AWESOME multiplied by a million, divided by one.





I'm never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
I'm so confused about everything that's going on right now. I wonder when I'll ever be good enough for anything at all. I wonder why there are people in this world who think they can just judge and say whatever-the-hell they want to straight to people's faces without considering their feelings.

Today, the world experienced an enormous loss -- the moon-walking genius; the king of pop; the last legend, Michael Jackson was pronounced dead due to cardiac arrest. I can't believe it. I just can't.
Jermaine Jackson – “And may Allah be with you Michael always. I love you.”
And tonight, apparently, ABC, CBS and NBC are reworking their primetime lineups tonight to make room for coverage of the singer; the legendary king of pop, Michael Jackson and the passing of the gorgeous actress Farrah Fawcett.


My favourite tweets today:

1. John Mayer -- "I truly hope he is memorialized as the '83 moonwalking, MTV owning, mesmerizing, unstoppable, invincible Michael Jackson."

2. Mark Hoppus -- "The first album I ever bought was thriller. With my birthday money. On cassette for my brand new Sony Walkman. Truth. Rest in peace."

Today, I sort of came to the conclusion that um, maybe, just maybe, I don't want to get married. Well, either that or I'd like to get married 27 times so I'd get to wear 27 different wedding outfits because I'm pretty convinced that eternal love does not exist in this world. And you know what else doesn't exist? Well, only in my world, that is. Respect, that's what. But I pretty much think most women don't get respect from men anyway so I'm not alone. But I guess it's just how everything works; like um, cereal's dry and milk's wet -- they're opposites (stating the obvious). One side doesn't have what the other one has, therefore they (most likely) need each other. Ahhhh, whatever. I don't know shit.

Anyway, I just realized how hard it is for girls to properly pee in a bottle or a small container or jar without having to get our hands dirty. And fuck no, it was certainly not just for fun or out of boredom, we actually did something useful at the hospital today and saw... Nevermind.

I need:
1. A real Sakura tree.
2. A tyre swing tied to the Sakura tree previously mentioned.
3. A little appreciation, acknowledgement and respect.
What?! Demi Lovato and Trace Cyrus? Uhhhhh, I mean... Hello, dearest readers. I know what you're thinking. And no, I'm not drunk. I know I've never really been into this whole celebrity gossip world thing but yeah, I ran out of things to do. Is this a sign? Am I going to die soon? Nahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh, and yesterday morning, I received an acceptance letter from Jerudong International School which means, I'll be leaving SMSA. Party, anyone?

I've nothing on but a towel and I just wanted you to know. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. *Sticks out tongue.

Hmmm. I had an interesting conversation with a little bird named Yen Arbi Bungsu who claims that he's Johnny Depp and is dating Colbie Caillat and on random days, Kim Kardashian. (Yes, we were being very random)

Yen
well hello there

Lynz
omg! hiiiiiiii!
what brings you to brunei?

Yen
well...the culture..i guess

Lynz
i see, whats so interesting about it?

Yen
hmm...the agricultural system

Lynz
oh, i see. but we dont have hydrophonics to grow weed indoors, that kind of sucks, doesnt it?

Yen
well i quit on marijuana 7 years ago..so now im more fond of cocaine

Lynz
that's quite interesting, i must say. what does cocaine actually do to your brain?

Yen
aggresivity
hmm i believe aggresivity is not even a word

Lynz
I see, so that's what cocaine does to you huh? It makes you think words like aggresivity is a real word.

Yen
yeah
hahahaha

PS. Check out The Used's new album cover -- Art injected to work. Artwork, get it, get it, get it? Shit, I'm such a loser. Nevertheless, an insanely fucking awesome loser.

It's so sad to see an animal chase a bait that keeps being pulled away. But you know what isn't so sad? I think I can actually count the number of times I've felt like shit this year. Yes, it is amazing. *Smiles with pride.

Anyway, I broke a promise -- I did not organize my dressing room yet because I've been experiencing this strange thing called laziness. I hate it but it loves me so much I can't bare to kick it out of my fucking system. So Mr. Lazy, make yerself at home because you'll be staying in me for a very long time.

And I have a confession: I actually have nothing to blog about. *Runs away screaming, expecting to be chased.
You know what bugs me? Bugs. No, not Bugs Bunny. Bugs Bunny kicks ass, man. I've always wanted to visit his hole. And I certainly do not mean that kind of hole, idiot. I mean his bunny-hole in the ground. Anyway, I seriously hate cockroaches.

Have you ever heard of a Lynz who doesn't own a wardrobe where all her clothes are supposed to go? Well, you're looking at one! Oh wait, you can't see me. Oh well. I am one. Ahuh, I need to organize my dressing room and I think I'll do it tomorrow morning. Well, that's if I manage to wake up before PM comes after the numbers on the clock on my phone.

Here are a few random things I need to get out of my chest for no particular reason:

1. Ren and Stimpy scares the shit out of me.
2. Some of my cousins are coming over tomorrow to show me how to make Sushi.
3. I need to find my Little Miss Naughty t-shirt because it's been decades since I've worn it.
4. I want to spank __________________. (Any volunteers?)
   
5. I need a dose of P B and J Otter. Gah!

Oh, I stared at the moon a few hours ago and I saw a face -- a very cheerful one. I don't know if that's supposed to be either weird, scary or cool but um, yeah. Now that I mentioned it, I'm kind of freaked out.
It's wonder time! I wonder:

1. Why everything has to be complicated.
2. Why chlorophyll can't be pink instead of green.
3. Why pigs can't fly.
4. Why I'm obsessed with panties.
5. Why I'm so negative 98.7% of the time.
6. Why Sunflowers don't last long.
7. Why a sponge would live in a pineapple under the sea when it could live in a watermelon up in the sky.
   
8. Why you smell so good.
9. Why I wonder so much.
10. Why I haven't had Cakoi for so long.

If you've answers for any 2 of these, do call me. Fuck yes, I'm too lazy to update.
I keep wondering what's going to happen everyday. And there are times when I don't want to, but my brain refuses to stop. But sometimes I'm capable of ignoring things and that's why I'm still sane. Wait, am I?

Also, I wonder why some people are just plain fucked up although I am one who believes that everything that happens was already planned out by God anyway.

Today, when I came back from school, I found the kitchen-TV facing the floor, helplessly crying for help because it was an innocent victim of some stupid maniac's raging fit.

But I still want a baby turtle because I know it'll make me happy. You know why? Because I'll have someone to talk to everyday about my problems. And I could, like Little Bill who named his hamster 'Elephant', name my baby turtle 'Calculator'. I know exactly what you're thinking -- it's the most adorable-est name ever.

And here's something extremely random, like everything else on this stupid blog; I wrote Basyirahh Taib a memo when we were in the ICT Lab, telling her that I love her. Hehehehehehehehehehe. And I forgot yesterday was the 12th of May so I need to make it up to Nurul Fitri that I almost forgot to wish her a kick-ass birthday. And I still want a baby turtle. Oh wait, I said that.


I just realized, thanks to The 11th Hour, how much we, humans, have destroyed the undoubtedly beautiful Earth and how much we're destroying it as we speak. It's sad, isn't it? It just makes me want to clean my room more often. Wait, that doesn't make sense, does it? Well, you know what else doesn't make sense? They named Ritz crackers Ritz crackers.

On another note, the canteen on the left sells Green Tea now! And I'm in a blank state for the time being because the sky is blue and I know why but I'm not going to tell you because you didn't ask.

PS. I wish I was capable of sorting out all existing problems.
(And with this video, I shall end my post. Yes, I am on a 90's marathon. Hahahahah)

I smell good because I haven't showered, and the reason for that is because I just ate. And you can't shower or bathe right after you eat. Why, you ask? Well, here's a rather interesting answer I got somewhere;

The water goes right in your pores and then straight to your stomach, filling you up even more. If you shower too long or with really hot water it fills up even faster. If you don't regurgitate/vomit right away you can actually have your stomach explode. That is also why you're not hungry after taking a shower with an empty stomach. So if we want to solve the world hunger problem we should get everyone a shower.

Yes, what an opening. How rude (or random) of me. Hello. Mhmm, Lynz has decided to come back into the blogging world because her life is a big bore. Okay, not really. I just miss typing a sh*tload of random crap and posting it somewhere 'appropriate'.

I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.
Whoa, that is such a rare sentence. Makes me want to say it again.
I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.
I had butter-milk chicken with rice at school.

By post:

1. dibbs on the dots
2. dingdongs
3. heartbomb
4. mould
5. eleventy-five
6. pie
7. meatballs
8. you make me crazier
9. i want flowers
10. they don't really care about us

By month:

1. May 2009
2. June 2009
3. July 2009
4. August 2009
5. November 2009

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