And the answer is..

21 Alphabets.


WHY?!!!


Because E.T left in U.F.O.. =D


ET of course la leave in UFO. takkan? car?! xD


cha dou kan?! hahahahahahahahahahahah!



ps: bloody root canal robbed me off RM365!! Now i'm officially broke with no spare money for any kind of indulgence. *sniff sniff*

A Quickie

Just thought of a riddle given by Sandra yesterday.

ABC.


Here goes, there are 26 alphabets in the alphabet table. so what happens if..



The ever lovable E.T. =)


E.T leaves the alphabet table? How many alphabets left? =D



ps: leave the answers in comments or the chatbox or personally sms me. =D

My Love by S.L instead of J.T!

Yesterday was a bit of a crazy day. Why?


it was held in palace of the golden horses.


Ben and i headed of to Palace Of The Golden Horses for my school's form 6 farewell party. the party was a simple one consisting of the upper six students along with a few invited teachers and guests. =) it was great although there wasn't much activities. =3


emcee of the day. Tan Cai Fung and Raymond Tan Kiang Wee.


We were supposed to be in the restaurant itself but because the organizers ( namely the two emcees and CK, we were sitting outdoors. i was thinking tents and etc, and that it'll be blazing hot and all but luck was on their side, it was drizzling and we were under cemented roof and not the tents that i thought we'll be in. =) the emcees were great entertainers and so were the performers (my fellow schoolmates)



our view. =) of greeneries and the lake! =) lovely!


and here are a few more pics with/without me because i sorta left early.. =)



ben and i. =)




wai hong and moi. =) he's a really wise person despite his looks! =D



CK and I. the oily faces. *giggles*




my classmates and class teacher. (i left the place already without taking this pic! )



laura (from germany), Stephanie (the jilter planner), Amirul ( the best dressed dude), and CK (the jilted planner)



another addition to the fam. raymond (the emcee)



Then ben and i have to leave early because he wants to go One U to retreive some free goodies which worth quite a lot. and so we left with laura because she wants to attend another party in KL. so the 3 of us left and missed out the rest of the fun. =(


after sending her off to the sg.besi lrt, ben and i headed to One U then he made a phone call to confirm if the office is open but alas, too bad, it wasn't. then he decided to bring me to the curve. YAY! Flea market, here i come!



accessories. people. bargains!


One look at the whole place, i've already fallen in love with it. i actually spend about 2 hours walking the whole place, stopping at each stall to purchase stuff! and, after so long, i spend quite a lot on unnecessary stuff there. ekk! i bought earrings, necklace, charm bracelets and also hair clip! it all come up till abt rm60. mad huh?



all light up and beautiful!



us at lecka lecka.


Owh, ben also won to free tickets to watch any movie in cathay cineplax a week back, therefore, we decided to use it. in the end, we got good couple seats for the movie Eagle Eye. It was good but definitely NOT my type of movie and i was fidgetting quite a lot during the whole movie. ekk!

and then we went home at abt 9 something because we're both exhausted but that doesn't mean i can't show off what i bought. *smiles evilly*


and here goes, i'll start bragging.. xD


the earring rack i bought for sandra's birthday. quite a few of my earrings are on it too!



3 new addition from left. =)



chocolate cookie compact mirror. don't believe?



tadah!



necklace from somewhere. charm bracelet from the curve. =)



rose clip! <3>


urhh, i didn't buy that. it belongs to sandra and she was giving him a bath! =D


and THAT was my saturday. =)

HSM is driving me crazy!

I have a thing.

I have a thing against High School Musical.

No offence people. and definitely no offence to HSM fans. But it's really driving me insane seeing it almost everywhere. newspapers. magazines. websites. and wth? friendster!!

everything i see. everywhere i go. this picture stares back at my face.


Kids love it for some reason. and well, i do like fairytales but HSM?! apart from all the eye candies like..

a) Zac Afron




B) Ashley Tisdale



and last but not least..

c) Vanessa Hudgens




I don't like HSM without watching it. weird eh? I know i'm weird, but i think i have face problems with its casts. (-_-")

Between Ashley Tisdale and Vanessa Hudgens, i think i prefer Ashley. I dislike Vanessa. Why? Because she's dating Zac Afron. xD

just kidding.

I'm NOT a Zac Afron fan though i think he's cute.


*signing out. just here to rant. =D*

Of Prima Donna and Diva

Do you know that i've NEVER labelled myself as a Prima Donna or Diva? But somehow, today, i feel like i'm almost one except for living in a mansion with 100 maids bowing and serving me at my feet.


a princess living in ruins.

I, Stephanie Lee, hereby announce that i hate MILO (my dog, not the drink) with every fibre of my being. I woke up, feeling happy, because my parents are coming back~ and then i was greeted by the ugliest sight in my whole life once i open my house door. Milo, shitted in his cage.

Owh, it's not so bad. Not really. (i'm LYING my head off right now). It's bad. it's VERY bad. It's not those hard lumps, it's those watery ones, u know, when u get diarrhea? it's called LOU SAI in hokkien (or at least i think so coz it sounds very hokkien-ish).


beauty sleep.

Upon being greeted by that pile of shit, my headache came back. Straight right into my brains. fried it. torn in. and suddenly anger surge right through me. i quickly close the door, and walk into my room. close the door. and sleep again, willing, wishing it to go away and hoping it to be just a nightmare and that i've not truly waken yet.

So i woke up again at about 830? or is it 9? i REFUSE to open the door. i did all the chores. and when i finally open the door, apparently it's reality. so i begin my cleaning process. God, it was awful. the smell. *sigh* and so i told myself that i've to at least wash away some because the stench is just so.. over powering.



unrequited love. was once there. no it doesn't feel good.


and while cleaning i just snap. I started cursing. i wanted to throw things at the dog. i wanted to slay him. i wanted to chop him into pieces............ JUST KIDDING....! actually, i did snapped though. I was thinking about loading him into the car, drive all the way to tun hussein onn, and leave the bugger there and then go home. If my parents were to ask where did the dog go, i would just say..

"he ran away because i HAVEN'T been feeding him anything these past few days. I TOLD you to send him to some dog hotel but you wouldn't. i was too busy preparing for STPM that i totally forgot about the dog."

i could so imagine the look on their faces. no i couldn't actually.

My parents better pay me GOOD for what i went through these few days. My sister and her husband was supposed to help me but they couldn't because of their hectic schedule and i was left alone to handle it with ben and sandra.


take me away.


I am known to love cute furry things. Yes, i do. Milo is cute. Milo is furry. But MILO isn't tiny or small. Someone missed out the word "small/tiny" in describing my love for cute furry things. =D why do i like cute furry things instead of any size? because of their shit. hamsters's shit is like.. as small as a GRAIN of rice and it doesn't stink. Milo's shit is bigger than human shit at times. =/ and it stinks like hell. My stomach always flip-flops whenever i try to clean up the shit. and today, i almost vomited again. *Sigh*

and i've even gotten blister from using the "cangkul" to pick up the shit. For some odd reason, my house "cangkul" is those used in construction. the ironic thing is, no one is my family is involved in contruction or whatever. So i suspect my dad picked it up from somewhere.



blistered.


And while i was doing laundry earlier, i've decided this.

the next time my parents are going on holiday, i'll insist them sending the dog to a dog hotel. I don't care if they have to pay extra. i don't care. i'm gonna scream, throw a tantrum, whine and whine, cry, wail, i'll do whatever that is in my power to have the dog away. heck, if they don't, i'll run away somewhere and have the dog starve. i know i'm selfish. but i don't like being responsible of the dog. EVER.


actually, by next year, i won't be around much. coz i MIGHT be staying in a dorm. heh heh~! if they go on holiday, i might not even be home to help them handle things. *smiles sweetly* No, i WON'T come back if the dog is here. xD sorry sandra! you just gotta go through what i went through to know why i hate milo now.



i'll gain my wings.


why would i say that i've a little diva or prima donna in me? it's because i believe only these "little princess" wouldn't like being ordered to do what i was doing. and i did hated it. i can't help it. i'm spoiled in some way by my parents. *runs away*


ps: not using my pics lately because my comp couldn't read my phone memory card. and also, i seem to have lose the enthusiasm to take pics.

pss: pictures courtesy of deviantart, introduced by sandra.

Holiday = Disaster

As most of you guys know, my parents went on a holiday which means... YAY! FREEDOM!!! But, freedom comes with a terrible price. a very terrible one. a very very terrible one. a very very "bery" terrible one.

i shall announce the terrible price, or prices should i say, which i've to pay.

*jeng jeng jeng!*

*takes a deep breath*

the 1st deadly price ;



LAUNDRY! it's not little. they left with 3 piles for me to fold. and two more piles for me to WASH, HANG TO DRY and FOLD! I hate laundry. I won't deny that. i love clothes but i hate the washing, hanging and folding part. *sigh* but owh well, it's NOT tat bad. I mean, it's just clothes, i can handle it! *looking absolutely determined* >=3


2nd deadly price ;

*takes a deeper breath*





It's cleaning the house!! for someone who rarely does house work, it's taking a toll on me. but heck, i can handle it! *looking absolutely determined again!* >=3 , it's a way of learning to be independant i guess. but i'm getting tired of it.. (-_-")


the 3rd price that i've to pay for my pretty short-lived freedom would be.. :

Fending ourselves. I have to decide what's for breakfast, what's for lunch and dinner.. *sigh* food is suppose to be a happy thought but it isn't now after you have been eating way too much fast food and hawker food. i now crave for my dad's cooking. i miss his ABC soup which i love so much. *mental note to self : must learn his technique of boiling the soup till it's so yummy-liciousz!*

the last and most deadly price i have to pay is.. :


*tadah~!*




Taking care of milo. this is an old pic of him when he was damn cute and adorable. he's still sorta cute alright but he's NOT so adorable anymore. he's the shittiest thing i've ever come across. he's stupid in things he has to be smart at and smart at things he should be stupid at!

*stares at milo FURIOUSLY.*

what had he done?

he had done a great deal alright. 1st, he bites shoes. 2nd he bites clothes. 3rd, he topples his food just so he can lay flat on his tummy and eat (damn lazy dog). 4th, he's damn stubborn, he HATES going into his cage (like it has got some aura that it used to belong to brownie and mocca). the last 3 days went alright with the help of my brother-in-law and ben but today was a disaster.

owh, i caged him up these few days. because i don't want him to create a mess. but that's inevitable. you wanna know why? because even he's in his cage, he still manages to. create a mess i mean.




i feel depressed.


This time, he toppled his food. everything fell on the ground. then, he had to make it worst by vomitting on it. Okay, i can't blame him. the poor thing hasn't been feeling well even my elder sis thinks so too.

and, lastly, even when he's in his freaking cage, he managed to chew on the clothes which i hang on the laundry line which was just above his cage. he chewed on sandra's baju kurung's kain, the prs white one, and also, the white baju kurung top. i was effing pissed at him. i started scolding and hitting him while he's in the cage. guess what? he effing pissed! pissed like his whole bladder sorta broke or something. then he ran and hide under my dad's lorry. GRRRRRRR!



there are times i feel like the bunny. lost.



I asked Sandra to lure him out by giving him food. but the bloody dog was smart. he wouldn't fall for it. then i slowly coax him out by going "mai mai~ food food~" then he came out, but not out enough to let me get him into his cage.. *screams in rage* BUT, luck was on my side, i manage to reach for his chain and pull him out. actually i had to go through 2 minutes of tug of war before managing him out.. he quickly ran into his cage. i throw his bowl with the one cup of dog food into his cage. he tried toppling over it, i glared and scolded him. then he gave me the very innocent-i'm-not-wrong look and start eating hungrily.

then, i just sorta soften and added two more cups into his bowl. however, i didn't let him out to shit due to water almost flooding the "garden" ground. *sigh* if i let him out and shit, i m dead. but if i don't let him out and shit, he'll shit in his cage. either way, i m dead. *sigh*

i'm offering the dog up for adoption, anyone who would be kind enough to take him in? i'm giving it away for F.O.C. (just kidding, even if i'm willing to give it away for F.O.C, my parents wouldn't. heck, they would actually skin me alive)




That's it. i'm getting a migraine. a rather bad one. owh, and also, i just discovered that a litter of kittens have been making my house their playground. as in IN my house. they came in through the broken glass through my living room's "door/window". i've paste newpapers, and plastics. and barricade it with my boxes of dvd. hopefully it holds. i don't want the cats to start nibbling on my new tv cabbles as i cought one was hiding behind my tv shelf TODAY.

i'm going to bed. i think i'm coming down with a fever. see you guys around.



(ps: i wish my parents are home now. =( *sniff sniff* )
(pss: pictures courtesy of deviant art and my own friendster profile)

Where is mine?

she can look damn sweet too! =)

"Where are the hopes? where are the dreams? My cinderella story scene?" -Avril Lavigne, The Best Damn Thing-

Hopes and dreams are limitless. I used to have mine. USED to. but somehow, it disappeared somewhere along the way when i'm growing into the person i am now. i suppose it went away when an idealist became a realist.. *frowns* okay, i don't deny that i've found my cinderella scene.. almost everyone knows it now..


very agent scully from x-files. xD

When i was a kid, i wanted to be so many things when i grow up. i wanted to be a doctor, a dentist, a singer, an actor, a nurse, a veterinarian, a chef, a lawyer and etc. I used to think that being all the listed are easy, all you have to do is study hard. But hell, i realize it isn't easy when i hit puberty. then i know there's more than just studying hard, like to be a doc, you need to dissect stuff.. *i can't stand dissecting animals* or that you need to study jaw structures from dead heads.. *totally severed from their bodies* to be a dentist, not to mention, the strength to pull teeth.. ekk..

appeared on the front cover of Seventeen Malaysia and Cleo Malaysia of October.


So then, i used to have dreams. I want to be perfect. As in, i really want to do good in my studies, to make my parents proud. dad is easy to please but mum.. since i was a kid, i knew she's the hard one to please.. and so i studied as hard as i could.. obtained all the A's so that she could brag to her friends and compare me with her pals' kids.. I obtained all A's for my UPSR *note: i'm NOT trying to brag here*.. and well, she was proud i suppose.. as in like.. i don't know and then she have to spoil the mood by asking "how come some people obtain 7 A's while you only have 5?" and then i realized that she's being shallow.. i told her those 7A's are students from chinese school..


i really want to watch it. =(

And again, i struggled for my PMR. push myself to the max just to obtain another set of straight A's to please her. And of course, i want to do better than my elder sis. I want to prove myself to my family that i can be better, that i can be just as perfect as she is. And i did. However, the response that i wanted.. wasn't there.. I was damn happy for my own result.. i know that i've somehow outdone my elder sis but.. she just went like.. "don't be too happy about it, we'll see your spm.." and then, my dreams came crashing down. i stop dreaming. i stop hoping for her approval that i'm just as smart as my sister. i stop doing what i've been doing : proving myself to her that i'm worth it. and then, i fell bad and hard for my spm *i didn't fail, just didn't do that well..* and without me knowing, she had already labelled me a failure in the family.

worst movie ever made it into the cinema. *rolls eyes*

From there, i wanted to do a lot of things but the number one thing i wanted to do was to be a journalist. Of course, they didn't approved my choice of career and was trying their best to force me into form 6, to help them to save costs. and i did went into form 6, for their sake. for their financial without thinking much about myself. they purchased a house. and are trying their best to make it beautiful, spending that awful lot of money that can actually use for our education but they didn't. i know i cant rely on them, hence i try my best in form 6. and i did well. i was the top of almost everything. *not everything, almost* i was even the top student of form 6, academically. yet.. i am still a failure to her...

absolute cuteness! =D

what happened was, she was nagging my younger sister for failing two subjects since the beginning of the year. it was and wasn't sandra's fault. it was her fault because she didn't try hard enough, wasn't because it wasn't sandra's choice to be in science stream. i was siding sandra and mum suddenly went.." don't you try to make her to your standard, she can be smarter than you!"..

and then, it sorta torn me i guess. i mean, i've been doing a lot of things to redeem myself off that label. the failure. but i don't suppose anything i've doing is worth it. and that now, i feel.. all of a sudden.. my seemingly perfect life (i have great friends, i have a great boyfriend, a loving family, an almost better than okay grades) isn't perfect at all.. and yes, i want to run away. away from her and her condemns. and then.. freedom seems still far away.. i can never be perfect, not in her eyes..



i am me


and now, to hell with it. i'm better off without her labelling. i'm looking forward uni life where i don't have to face this wrath. and of course, i'll be sad to leave dad my sandra behind but i've had enough of it. living with her, the most optimistic person can become a pessimist too. i'm feeling much better now though last night i was damn depressed. teehee. =)