[Not So] Caféine-intoxiqué..

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Porgs - Kristagail Lim's

Start hell singing: Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out

I have this big, huge grin stuck on my face right now.
First off, we practiced, FULLY. and I realized that ChuMei's a better actress than Lilian, so they swapped, happily!
So, thank heavens. Kautim-ed half of it!

And I realized I speak more Cantonese and Tamil when I'm with my cast. :D

"VAIYE MUDE, you.char siew?"

Pray that we do well tomorrow. I'm not hoping for any placing, I just want us to do our best.

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Salty ulcers are the epitome of self-inflicted injuries.

Start hell singing: Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

GB today was awesome, mind you. Except for the psychotically-poisonous noodles [Fudgecake, it had beer in it] which my darling fiancee savored and that cheesy Super Rings thing. Literally, cheesy. Sonia, love, get well if you're sick, bb. I know you are! :D Sorry I couldn't eat her noodles, I have gastrointestinal problems
Serene's PISSED. Sod it lar, too many people dislike her anyway. I'm not exactly her biggest fan either, but whatever, she's there and I cope with that. No harm there, condone not, condemn not right?

I brought my PSP, as usual. Not like I'd have anything to do from 8.10 till 9.00. Sides, Anna wanted to see it. So I was gaming while my deskmate was iTouch-ing.

..*Skips all the boring details*
Inhaler, run, bra straps, bad game of charades, Joevy's group won, TIRED.

"Jo should've been here"
"Yeah. I think we might kill her in school"
"I think we probably will"

And trust me, JoLee, you're a goner in school.. Kenapa la kamu tak datang? Bazir sangat!

So, dismissal. Mrs Ting said that all shirts are unacceptable apart from our GB shirt. For identification purposes. Kinda weird dismissal today, cause' half of us were insanely, even Melissa was freezing, poor thing. Anyhoodle, WEIRD dismissal.

Went back with Cay-chan, her little brother is so cute! He walked out, stopped, checked his bag to see if it was his and nodded ohsocutely. Carey doesn't know how old he is...Kid's 10+, Carey, not 12.

So I went back to Grandmum's. Joshua is a cute, fat, little lazy bum of an 8 month old.

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Friday, April 24, 2009




Wickedly exhaustive day. It must've continued from yesterday, possibly the upshots of inhaling too much thinner and paint. Burning skin, burnt nose, prolonged exhaustion.Seeping, seeping, crash.
I feel too tired to even type out this post, that's how tired I am, measurably the size of Russia.

But I think the frustrations overrides the tiredness. yeah, it does. I'm frustrated like hell right now, it bothers me, but I have every right to be annoyed right now.
My cast, for that stupid play, for that competition in which we're never going to win, is downright willingly-inept. Hell yes, willingly.

"I can't stay back, I have tuition. "
"The competition's on Wednesday ah? I can't go, can I quit?"
"I have only one line, do I have to come?"

The whole day, half of them have been relentlessly throwing these lines at me. It's a Nazi-horde of anti-4Sc3 is epik win-ers, I tell you. But seriously, I'm so tired of those barely-worthy excuses. Why the hell did they even the thing if they're not going to damnwell make an effort??? I don't seem to comprehend how missing one and half hours of tuition could possibly kill you, hell, I did it today to go to the HOSPITAL.
I wish they'd buck up a little, it's the least that can possibly help this sketch out. The script sucks, negative comments abound, director's a deluded idiot who thinks she can pull this thing off, so yeah, I need help in the form of an efficient cast.
Lord, is that really that much to ask?

Paint in my brains. Right.

So today, rehearsal was hopeless, I need a miracle suicide right about now.
But I think the whole fatigue plague should've something to do with yesterday, cause' everyone's tired. Not even a happy cup of coffee could help me out now, Death's a good option now.
After rehearsal, I hung out with Jill and Anna. Fiancee where'd you go?...Sent Jill for tuition, I felt like a mum in that baju kurung by the way, xD
Give me some credit, kay? Didn't ditch anyone, right? :)
Parents were coming at 4.15, so I hung out with Anna, and she showed me her retractable sword, LOOKED AWESOME. Except, I'm more fond of masamunes and really long, pointy swords instead. The types where you just throw a sheet over and 5 seconds later the sheet's on the floor in two parts. Those are awesome.
Went to the hospital, I'm still depressed.

But in the gloomiest of days, you switch on the DVD player, and.....
Thank heavens, and Bisco Hatori, and Fiona and her awesome sister, Davina FOR OURAN.

Twincest, :D


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"We're never going to India. I'll tell you something, I've never liked India. Your father probably likes India because of its history and all that, but not your mother. I don't like India and I don't plan to visit also. Medicine, maybe can lar, girl"
"Don't want. They're sexist and they'll think I'm stupid.

It's finally clear. She doesn't like India. Won't be going there for a vacation any time soon.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Candy-coated, covered up

I'm tired.
Fudgecake, I can't find my Moral essay.
Fudgecake Fructose Frickadoodle.
These are the substitute words I've been using for the past month.
I'm currently contemplating how my mum's gonna kill me later. Stab rip stab or burn stab burn burn stab rip.
See, she's not gonna be very pleased when I tell her that I don't know where's my inhaler.
Which reminds me, I don't know where's my inhaler.
The worst part, I came to school today feeling like I was going to have an attack. In fact, I felt my chest tightening and I couldn't breathe. So yeah, when I came to class, I was like "I NEED MY INHALER. I WANT AN INHALER. INHALER!"
Mind you, I'm not a happy person when I don't have my inhaler. I get all chest-clench-y, that sucks.
But that's not the case. The case is, I didn't bring my inhaler. I never do.
Which means there's this fairly likely chance that one day I'm gonna get an asthma attack and die in school. Awesome.
My Moral essay. Where is it?

"You know those cars that have skirts? They look like fat ladies with long, frilly skirts."

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Sunday, April 19, 2009


Fructosing twats
Seriously, you guys are like black holes.
You're dense and you suck.

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Ice Cream ;D

Start hell singing: Last Alliance [Ouran High School Host Club OST] - Shissou

I'm biting my tongue
He's kissin' on you
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four!

The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance
The second I do, I know we're gonna be through.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He don't suspect a thing. I wish he'd get a clue.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance

-Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

For all those girls who like straight chicks.
Slash I'm bored.
And I have this amusing idea of listening to songs that have a word similar in their artist's name, or title.
Right now, my playlist has
  1. Black Kids - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You
  2. Vampire Weekend - The Kids Don't Stand A Chane
  3. Kids In Glass Houses - Flirting with Widows
  4. MGMT - Kids
  5. Forever The Sickest Kids - Me Vs Everyone

Go figure the similarities.

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Saturday, April 18, 2009


Hoi babi-babi hutan!

Saya akan menukar URL blog saya kepada www.stepdownfalling.blogspot.com berkuatkuasa esok.
Pertuturan dalam Bahasa Malaysia = EPIK PHAIL GAGAL EPIK.

So, in English. I'll be changing my blog link to the aforementioned effective from tomorrow.
BM week, so talk in BM lor.

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Because I'm bored.

Start hell singing: MGMT - Kids

Things I've submitted into my to-do-but-I'll-probably-forget-everything-list
  1. I have to get to work on that script. Deskmate-darling, do help!
  2. Get my lovely, lovely deskmate to stop touching her forehead.
  3. Pray for my dear AddMaths tuition teacher's family.
  4. Stop listening to Kids 50 times a day.
  5. Find my damn EA Essay exercise book.
  6. Study.Unless you want to get your arse kicked by yourself in another 5 months.
  7. Dammit, stop playing the PS.
  8. Somehow try to get my dog fat again, the poor thing's anorexic after she gave birth. And the worst part, she refuses to eat.

The Easter celebration for CF is tomorrow. Jill and I are going, alone. Lolhard, I added that intentionally. Pathetic.
I wonder why there aren't any eggs this year. Perhaps the other school's in charge of it, I'unno. Anyhoodle, I'm praying everything goes on easily, and for the P&W team, good luck, whoever you actually are.
And for Mr Alex and his wife and his kid, I sincerely pray that all your problems may be solved. :]
Poor guy, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He lost weight too. Anyway, he's an awesome guy, his amicability is unprecedented with any person I've met before. He doesn't deserve this, so I'm gonna pray very, very hard for his family.
He's our Add Maths teacher for Chrissake, shouldn't he be on the bottom of my prayer list?

"To find the gradient, you need to use that Y2 minus Y1 over X2 minus X1 formula. But some students always get confused. They put X on top. It's not that way! Y must always be on top. Remember, the man is always on top. XY chromosome what!"

I wonder if Miss Joyce knew what she implied. Thank heavens the majority of people in my class wouldn't comprehend this.
Meh, actually, what if they did anyway? No harm done. Except maybe my eardrums might end up rupturing? I really don't know.

"We have successfully established a mutual friendship with the other half of our class."

Congrats, Jill.

"Because I'm psychic, I know your mum's dad's name. Mr Cheong, right?"
"Again, because I'm psychic, your mum's dad's name is Mr Singh, righhhht?"

In the worldwide effort of turning each teenager's brains into fermented mush through a lovely subject; Additional Maths, that's how Mr Cheang teaches us composite functions.

"Tapi cikgu, kalau cantik, tak guna lar."
"Hah, tapi kalau tak cantik lagi tak guna!"
School's weird.

AND because she's awesome and Jessica's post needs some recognition, click here.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Don't fight it.

FI, my yellow ribbon is on Pichu, that quasi-sadistic-looking bunny on my pencilcase. And with that, I pledge my undying allegiance to the The Yellow Ribbon Campaign. Teenage suicide = Extremely uncool.

I think I'm in love with The Panic's Don't Fight It. And Limewire 5's new interface, it's smooth.

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Monday, April 13, 2009

If I fail Mid Year, I'm blaming it on your blogs and its highly-addictive material.

I am not a screwed up teenager.
Everyone has issues once in a while and I'm definitely no exception.
Ergo, I present you, my screwed up post courtesy of a caffeine-deprived Ezri.
I've to go finish up my Baby Steps. Kanye West blahdeblah
Perhaps that No-Reading-More-Blogs policy has to be executed as well.
I am gradually becoming more addicted to blogs.
Stop, dammit.

I want my coffee now.

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Sunday, April 12, 2009



Heads up, I'm changing my blog URL. stepdownfalling.blogspot.com or something like that
See, that's what happens when you're in a church you don't want to be in for 3 hours with 2 stupid kids behind you whacking you with a candlestick and burning your hair and the worst part, there's another kid in front too. Kids can't stfu. How unfortunate for them. And thus now, I'm changing my blog URL after scribbling it on the Herald
But on Good Friday mass, I saw the tiniest heartbreaker, ever. Clare and Pat, isn't he just adorable? And we kept on commenting from on how quiet and adorable he was to the shoes he was wearing. Random Paedophillic Moment.
If I ever have kids, [unplanned!] I'm gonna make sure they grow up as good, quiet, gaming kids with good hair.
Espresso, mummy loves you from 25 years ago. :)

Guess Easter's fine. I can eat meat now. :D

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

I've nothing left.

"What the hell did she say? Shut up, shut up. No wait, BE NICE. Ahh forget it. *raises hand up* CIKGU GUNA MIC!"
"*flashes my-class-is-terrible look*"
"Guh. Shut it la. Johanna, is you'd keep quiet, I can finally listen"
"That's what! Thank you Ezriann"
"Uhhhhhhh. That wasn't what I was aiming for"
"*in Tamil* Thanks for telling her la"

With that, I've officially lost my reputation as the nicest person in them to them. I spent the next two periods throwing myself headlong into guilt, wondering if I really did offend my classmate that badly because she seemed to be a hell lot quiet, almost upset. Damn it, I felt awful. And it didn't help that Thiru kept on telling me "Forget it la, she won't care" or the fact that people actually thanked me for telling her off. Even after I said sorry, I felt so damn blameworthy.
I feel so mean right now.
So much for the 24 hours-being nice mood. I succeeded, for about 11 hours. 11, is not even close to half-enough.

But today, was liberating in a way. I guess only Jill would understand this.

"Ah, just like old times. :D"

Have I mentioned that it's completely intimidating to have only one person sit with you during Bio and Chem? Our beloved northern deskmates decided not come since it's a Saturday after all, [Datin has your names by the way and crap Jo sorry if Pn. Ho called you for Kris' number lolzers] and so it was quiet, just me and Jill. Us being extra insightful today.
It's even more scary when your table so happens to be the only thing Miss Joyce looks at. I mean, Miss Joyce is nice and all, but wow, the way she stares at our table is kinda scary.

I Googled Kris Allen because believe it or not, I have no idea on who he is. I knew he was on AI, I just didn't know who exactly he was. See, given the choice between him or Adam, I'd choose Adam, any second of the day

12 random facts till Easter.
1. I look at the car price guide for funzies. It's a habit. The same when I go out all my way to step a crunchy leaf.
2. I'm not actually THAT racist as people proclaim me to be. I don't loathe my race, I just hate the people who fortify certain labels. Like those stupid, public phone junkies or the idiots who pick fights on the road. Fucking embarrassing.
3. I read blogs in an stalker-addicted manner. I don't care how much your blog sucks, I read it anyway.
4. I've an urge to eat turkey right now
5. I just spent the last 5 minutes reorganizing my playlist, playing 7 songs over again so their play count will be the same.
6. Eunice has given me another 4 months before I become a Kpop addict
7. I highly doubt that.
8. When I'm happy, I go out, look at the road in front of my house, come in, go out again, this time with a camera, and take pictures of the mountains. For no reason
9. I like my dog's puppies, alot. They're like children, only quieter. Bong^2 is adorable.
10. There's a puppy that's brown and white and black coloured. I wanted to name him America, since he's multicoloured, but I ended naming him Canny. Go figure.
11. When I don't like someone, it's usually because they scare me. Like that girl, she's a bitch and she scares me. Oh btw, I actually feel bad for the other girl.
12. This is the end.

13. Or maybe not. One more random fact, that girl, is tres cute.

So, my day?
I woke up being nice,
went to school being nice.
Came back feeling horrid.
AND, I'll be failing Chemistry. Exams are in 2 bloody weeks.
What a weekend.

Happy Easter, everyone

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Friday, April 10, 2009

Easter de-miracles

Start hell singing: MGMT - Kids

I think there was too much bad news today, I feel almost sad, but to hell with it. Bad news happens is evident everywhere, you're just either too oblivious to notice or to apathetic to care.
And luck, screw it. I'm a realist and this blog's URL lies, so there. I don't believe in luck. I believe in the revolving doors of karma. Karma's a manipulating bitch, so there.
I'm sorry. I just have too much bad news to handle today.

But on the brighter side, my phone is back. And my mum's things too. My piggybank money is not back. But my phone is, SO THANK GOD.

Big congrats to ACS for winning the Rotary Club debate competition this year~ MGS pulled out. Why? I don't even know.
That reminds me, wonder what happened to the HELP auditions. I should do something nicefor the school before I leave, right? I WANT TO DEBAAATEEEEEEEEEE.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009


Start hell singing: Hillsong United - Salvation Is Here

My phone's missing. It was in the middle of the bed, and now it isn't. Along with some other things, they don't matter as much
My PS is still here, I should name it soon, something short and silly. But thank God it's here.
My phone's still missing. Fructose.

I now present you, my monthly dose of PMS-ing.
Who the fructosing hell would wanna steal my phone?? My old, worn out, ancient phone? What the hell is wrong with you, are you fructosing insane? I swear to God, if I ever find out the person who stole my phone, I will and I damnwell will drive a jagged-edge stake up your arse and pull it out the other way so that the next time you even swallow anything you're gonna end up rupturing every single villus in your fructosing intestine wall.. Yeah, payback's a bitch. And I'm having cramps, so there.

Because see, I'm not in a particularly happy mood if I'm on my mense. And my happy-o-meter breaks the negative mark even more if I'm having painful, painful cramps. So yeah, you shouldn't expect much out of a person's mood, specifically a girl, if her uterus happens to be contracting every single minute of the day.

Anyway. Tuition was cancelled today and yep, stick the uber happy smiley face here, please. I'm dead sure I wouldn't have lasted 2 hours in that horrendously air-conditioned room with menstrual cramps. And AddMaths.
2 hours.
19 degrees.
Menstrual cramps
Add Maths.

Screw it.

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Monday, April 6, 2009

And because this blog has officially lost its quasi-vaguely-depressing posts, I'm reverting back to my old, black blog where I'll change the layout and well, this blog's gonna continue doing what it does best, being ambiguously emo.

Or maybe that was just a trivial way of saying I miss blogging depressingly.

Oh right, LJ. What LJ?

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Something's wrong.

Me + Not eating at mealtime = Me not getting gastritis. --------[1]

Me + Eating according to mealtime. = Prolonged gastritis for 7 hours -------[2]

And [1] =/= [2]

So, do I have to get a tube stuck into my mouth?

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Yes we can


...I've just ruptured into 1000 smiling bits.
Seriously though, that was mad lolzers.

Credits to Barack Obama for coming up with an inspiring line for my post title, now if he'd only legalize gay marriage in America. It's a free country, after all.
Oddly enough, do anything gay-themed here and you get whipped and jailed, at the very least.

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Sunday, April 5, 2009

My History teacher wants to bury me with my calculator in a pyramid

Stupid slides. I'm gonna give this post a bit of colour.

So. Saturday.
Went for GB, was clicking away with deskmate. Went back, texted sorry to deskmate for the usual. Finished Crisis Core. Cried for 15 minutes, over the ending since I'm not prone to sudden attacks of emoness and I don't go on crying sprees out of the blues. Went to church, for Palm Sunday, on a Saturday.

"I see Clare and Shannon, let me off, let me off!"
"*looks out the window* Ohh, Ezri's gay friends."
"*glares* *opens the door* FAGGOT!"

Yeah, I called my brother a faggot, because I don't call gays faggots. So I called the homophobic faggots. I'm an idiot.

So I spend the whole of mass sitting with 5 other people upstairs. And I spent most of it trying to shut everyone up, I swear to God everyone heard them talking. Sheeesh, shut up la, people. They're gonna get our arses down if you keep on talking.

"...I wish that girl would shut up."
"I know, she wasn't even invited to sit."

Yeah, we were bitching in church.
And I dunno what was up with me, but I kept on waving my palm leaves at everyone, it was a tribal dance :)

Saturday's revelation : I hate sushi, period. I mean, I love Japanese food [ food in general, actually], but honestly, I'm not chummy with sushi.

It's Palm freakin Sunday and I had to go to church., AGAIN. And I spent it trying to teach Mr Lawrence how to Photoshop. -_-
He uses a Macbook. So yeah, *headdesk*.
I need to go on Wednesday, again. Stupid concept.
Came back, did stuff. I have nothing to do now, since I've finished Crisis Core. I want Dissidia to come out in English, so I'll have things to do.
I need another 8gb memory card, I refuse to delete my other games.

I have homework. Physics, j-hoy..

Finger? What the hell!
-When the in-game tutorial places a finger-like cursor above his head

This is SOME underwear... I'm supposed to wear this...?
-After Mukki gives him a pair of bikini briefs as a "memento" of their time together

Mouth to Mouth?!
-uneasy at the thought of giving CPR to a dying girl

Ahhh... You look like a bear wearing a marshmallow
-on Barret wearing a sailor suit

I'm... Cloud. The master of my own illusionary world

All right, everyone, let's mosey.

For real. This was in FFVII.

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

The 89th Letter

- BEWARREEEEE, fangirl post.

Know when I said I wouldn't finish Crisis Core without crying. Well, it's true. I can happily say that. I.CRIED.DURING.THE.ENDING.OF.A.VIDEO.GAME.
You know, I didn't even cry like this during the ending of KH. But no one died in KH, so it's all good. But seriously, Zack's checkout scene was fucking epic.

I think the producers give Cloud excessive credit though. See, if you played Crisis Core, you'd know that Cloud was NEVER a 1st Class SOLDIER in the first place and that the Buster Sword actually belonged to Angeal and not Zack. AND worthless piece of ZaRith-fangirl info, Aerith never fell in love with Cloud. In fact the only reason why she treats him nicely is because he reminded her of Zack in a lot of ways and Zack was her first love but yeah, Zack died and life's a bitch.
Well, at least they're happier now in the lifestream.

Ohhh and after the credits [WHICH WAS FRICKING LONG], there was this kickass CGI FMV of the intro of the original FFVII. The part where Aerith walks out and the camera zooms to Cloud on a train with that hugeass Buster Sword looking so very yeng.

So that means there'll probably be a remake of FFVII on the PS3, Y/Y????
I sure hope so. :]

Yeah. FFVII post. Lovesit.
Now, I'm gonna go fic-hunting.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009



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