“I’m back!”
The great Jordanine returns.
And she wishes she wasn’t.
I spent 5 days in KL WITHOUT my parents and turns out to be the best 5 days I’ve ever spent in my holidays. It’s just so great, I get to do everything and get things of my mind. I love FREEDOM. I don’t even have to brush my teeth for days and no one will know.
Ok, Just kidding I DID brush my teeth. TWO TIMES per day. That is just a metaphor to describe how great (or disgusting) freedom is.
Anyway, this is what I did in 5 days:
1. Swimming.
2. Eating
3. Shopping
4. Hanging out with cousins.
5. Attending cousin’s cousin’s dinner. (no error here, I really mean it)
6. Swimming
7. Swimming
8. Eating
9. Shopping (times 6)
10. Eating
11. Having fun at Sunway Theme and Water park.
12. Shopping at pyramids.
13. Eating (times 12)
14. Swimming (times 10)
15. And more.
I think you’re going to ask why I get to swim every day. Well, I live with my aunt in a condo, and there’s a pool. Every day I wake up at 8, eat breakfast, swim. At 4 pm, go to swim, after 3 hours have dinner. This is one life routine I enjoyed. I LOVE to swim!!!
Except that right now I got a few pimples and my hair is awful. I hate chlorine!
And I didn’t bring a camera. So by the time I became 60 or something, I’ll forget that I’ve been through this 5 best day of my life and I’ll think that life’s not fair and I’ll be waiting for death.
Luckily I have a blog that would last forever.
Or not until 2012.
Oh please, that movie is nonsense and crap. I didn’t even bother or care or whatever to watch that ridiculous, stupid movie. I know many of you had watch it and you think it’s great and exciting. But, I don’t care.
Hey, does anybody have the DVD of 2012? I want to borrow.
For my sister. Yeah…
I got to go catch up with next year’s homework. Bye!
XOXO
Jordan T.
Crappy Memories
All, my primary school friends, prepare to get humiliated. This is what I do on free time – humiliating others, my hobby…
When we’re standard three, most of the girls own this book, where you let all your friends to write in their biography, though you already know theirs. There’s really no point making this whole crappy procedure but wasting a scrap book unless you’re leaving town, but we still does it, cause it’s FUN!
And now I’m looking at the book. It’s pretty funny; all of us are just standard 3. Check these out.
Jason, the hunky guy actually drew this. Seems like my high heels couldn’t hold my weight. The third girl is me.
And Vien made the biggest mistake in her life. 
Wen Jen the famous post in history wrote a crappy, lame poem.
Jenny, how can turn me into Currella De Jordan?
Ironic huh, Wendy Toh Woon Nee?
No, I’m not throwing that away. I’m keeping it, and maybe after few decades, I’ll publish in the new paper.
XOXO
Jordan T.
When we’re standard three, most of the girls own this book, where you let all your friends to write in their biography, though you already know theirs. There’s really no point making this whole crappy procedure but wasting a scrap book unless you’re leaving town, but we still does it, cause it’s FUN!
And now I’m looking at the book. It’s pretty funny; all of us are just standard 3. Check these out.
Jason, the hunky guy actually drew this. Seems like my high heels couldn’t hold my weight. The third girl is me.
And Vien made the biggest mistake in her life.
Wen Jen the famous post in history wrote a crappy, lame poem.
Jenny, how can turn me into Currella De Jordan?
Ironic huh, Wendy Toh Woon Nee?
No, I’m not throwing that away. I’m keeping it, and maybe after few decades, I’ll publish in the new paper.
XOXO
Jordan T.
The Final Touch
For the last 5 weeks, my family and I have been discussing and arguing and convincing about our vacation location. And finally, I’ve made my mind.
Before I announce my decision, I’d like to thank my parents who made the Jordan today. I’d also like to thank Jessica, who had suggested many ideas for me, though they are useless but that’d been a very good… starting for my idea.
Now, the moment that you all are waiting for, I’m spreading out my holiday plan. On the 18th of December, JUST me and my sister would be going to Sunway Lagoon with my cousin, and while we’re there, we’d be attending my cousin’s cousin’s wedding. It’s not a repeating error, it’s true. Even though I couldn’t be sure that if they recognize us, but I believe that as long as we bless them in our deep heart’s core, they’ll be grateful.
And somewhere in the end of December, my family and I will go to Bangkok to be a 24/7 shopaholic. That’s all.
I don’t know why I put the title as “The Final Touch”, it just came to my mind. The title seemed exciting but the article is all about craps. I’m telling you this just to get an excuse for not blogging nowadays.
Gosh, I’m don’t know what’s up to me. I’ve been all weird and dramatic since. I even hate Galaxie. Who am I?
Before I announce my decision, I’d like to thank my parents who made the Jordan today. I’d also like to thank Jessica, who had suggested many ideas for me, though they are useless but that’d been a very good… starting for my idea.
Now, the moment that you all are waiting for, I’m spreading out my holiday plan. On the 18th of December, JUST me and my sister would be going to Sunway Lagoon with my cousin, and while we’re there, we’d be attending my cousin’s cousin’s wedding. It’s not a repeating error, it’s true. Even though I couldn’t be sure that if they recognize us, but I believe that as long as we bless them in our deep heart’s core, they’ll be grateful.
And somewhere in the end of December, my family and I will go to Bangkok to be a 24/7 shopaholic. That’s all.
I don’t know why I put the title as “The Final Touch”, it just came to my mind. The title seemed exciting but the article is all about craps. I’m telling you this just to get an excuse for not blogging nowadays.
Gosh, I’m don’t know what’s up to me. I’ve been all weird and dramatic since. I even hate Galaxie. Who am I?
C-Hottie = Not My Type After All
I officially announce this: I hate C-Hottie. And no, I’m not drunk. At least, not yet.
I realize I haven’t seen him clearly for the past few months. Forget about what I said in “C-Hottie In Town”, when I reread the post, I couldn’t believe how stupid and idiotic I am. At the past, I’m a fish in a little pond of C’s, hypnotized by him every time he fed me, observing every move he made. But when I somehow escaped from the pond, I can see everything, and I’m disgusted by how I thought about him.
Yup, correct, that brings back to “I just want to die, happily.”
What happen? Oh, I was walking down the street this evening and again, as usual he’s outside. But this time, he’s with someone. No, not a girl, a boy. Ya, good point, maybe he’s gay.
He didn’t saw me, which I find that lucky right now. He’s with a friend, playing basketball. And then suddenly I heard something bad, badly bad:
“***********”
I don’t even want to remember it. It was really bad. It’s not the F word or any word. You can really cry if he says that out loud in your face.
I couldn’t concentrate on where I’m going. In the end, I gathered my logic skills and went straight back home, abandoning the thought of buying an ice cream, or two (inside joke).
I stared at him when I passed his house again, just to make sure that he’s real. He’s ugly.
I sat back home, in my room, reading though my diary where I described C as my prince. And I raised goose bumps it was like watching "The Unborn" all over and over again.
Love is irrational,
I keep reminding myself,
The more you love somebody,
The less sense anything makes you.
I realize I haven’t seen him clearly for the past few months. Forget about what I said in “C-Hottie In Town”, when I reread the post, I couldn’t believe how stupid and idiotic I am. At the past, I’m a fish in a little pond of C’s, hypnotized by him every time he fed me, observing every move he made. But when I somehow escaped from the pond, I can see everything, and I’m disgusted by how I thought about him.
Yup, correct, that brings back to “I just want to die, happily.”
What happen? Oh, I was walking down the street this evening and again, as usual he’s outside. But this time, he’s with someone. No, not a girl, a boy. Ya, good point, maybe he’s gay.
He didn’t saw me, which I find that lucky right now. He’s with a friend, playing basketball. And then suddenly I heard something bad, badly bad:
“***********”
I don’t even want to remember it. It was really bad. It’s not the F word or any word. You can really cry if he says that out loud in your face.
I couldn’t concentrate on where I’m going. In the end, I gathered my logic skills and went straight back home, abandoning the thought of buying an ice cream, or two (inside joke).
I stared at him when I passed his house again, just to make sure that he’s real. He’s ugly.
I sat back home, in my room, reading though my diary where I described C as my prince. And I raised goose bumps it was like watching "The Unborn" all over and over again.
Love is irrational,
I keep reminding myself,
The more you love somebody,
The less sense anything makes you.
XOXO
JorDan T.
JorDan T.
SOS Emergency
Anyone who can contact Li Voon ASAP, please pass this message to her:
Heng Yun’s birthday is on the 17th of November.
If you couldn’t remember the name, the person is well-known as “laugh-like-horse-person”.
Li Voon’s on her holiday in Taiwan and I don’t know when she’ll be back. If you happen to call her and she happens to pick up the phone, please pass my massage to her. She’ll know what to do, unless you cannot trust her intelligence (according to the famous psychologist – Helen Campbell’s report, 17.342% of Ms. Loke Li Voon’s time of life’s could be sudden-stupidness), inform her to contact me ASAP.
The faith of Heng Yun on Li Voon and me lies in your hands, people. So please cooperate with us. Your help will be appreciated. Or rewarded, as well.
Desperately, I really need your help, for this one time, please. Forgive me for what I’ve done to you in the past. I know some of you hate me, take it this way: Do it for Li Voon – the kind, never-hating, always-know-what’s-best-for-you creature. *Crying desperately, sobs breaking every sentence I said.*
Please… I beg you, please…
XOXO + :(
JorDan T.
Heng Yun’s birthday is on the 17th of November.
If you couldn’t remember the name, the person is well-known as “laugh-like-horse-person”.
Li Voon’s on her holiday in Taiwan and I don’t know when she’ll be back. If you happen to call her and she happens to pick up the phone, please pass my massage to her. She’ll know what to do, unless you cannot trust her intelligence (according to the famous psychologist – Helen Campbell’s report, 17.342% of Ms. Loke Li Voon’s time of life’s could be sudden-stupidness), inform her to contact me ASAP.
The faith of Heng Yun on Li Voon and me lies in your hands, people. So please cooperate with us. Your help will be appreciated. Or rewarded, as well.
Desperately, I really need your help, for this one time, please. Forgive me for what I’ve done to you in the past. I know some of you hate me, take it this way: Do it for Li Voon – the kind, never-hating, always-know-what’s-best-for-you creature. *Crying desperately, sobs breaking every sentence I said.*
Please… I beg you, please…
XOXO + :(
JorDan T.
A Drug Called Sims 2
Drop it, Nicole. I’m not admitting anything here. This post is not about me, it’s about my sister.
Yup, you heard me, Nicole, my sister – the person who calls you disgusting. And she has the same hobby with you – playing the Sims 2. You know what? We should exchange souls so that you can be with her 24/7.
She never lived through 12 hours without this so-called-addicting game. But ironically, though I’m the one who come up with the game, the one who played better than her sis can’t find anything interesting in the game. In fact, I hate it.
Once, she actually stayed up till 2a.m. to play the game because she’s busy all day. She missed it and decided to abandon her sleep to spend time with Sims 2. I could almost hear her quoting Bella Swan.
“The Sims 2 is like a drug to me. I just can’t stop. Every time I turn around, I can still see it. And when it’s not with me, it felt like a deep hole is being punched through my heart. I rather die than be with any game but it. I want NOTHING more than to be with it. ”
Oh, god. My sister is worse than a lesbian.
Meanwhile, I was exploring people’s blog. Link to link, Chinese, Chinese, Chinese, Boring, Boring, Boring…
Until, I went to someone’s blog. It’s not the entries who intrigued me; it’s the name of the blog:
“Crying Doesn’t Make Me Weak, It Means I Care.”
Something like that. Hmm…
“Crying means you care… which means you’re crying for some guys who doesn’t even care about you, which goes back to your own word – you are weak. And not to mention idiotic.”
You see, that’s my problem. I turn a very inspiring, heart-breaking quote into a complete ass. Maybe that’s why some people hate me.
XOXO
JorDan T.
PS. I still couldn’t decide where to go on 18th December till 20th December. My mum is talking about a boring hill trip and take it from me, it’s more boring than it sounds, because you don’t climb your way to the top, you seat silently at the back seat of the car while your parents enjoy the meant-for-oldies-breeze. So leave a comment to help me decide a location before I’m stuck with photo graphing boring-scenery-that-you-could-get-it-on-the-internet.
Yup, you heard me, Nicole, my sister – the person who calls you disgusting. And she has the same hobby with you – playing the Sims 2. You know what? We should exchange souls so that you can be with her 24/7.
She never lived through 12 hours without this so-called-addicting game. But ironically, though I’m the one who come up with the game, the one who played better than her sis can’t find anything interesting in the game. In fact, I hate it.
Once, she actually stayed up till 2a.m. to play the game because she’s busy all day. She missed it and decided to abandon her sleep to spend time with Sims 2. I could almost hear her quoting Bella Swan.
“The Sims 2 is like a drug to me. I just can’t stop. Every time I turn around, I can still see it. And when it’s not with me, it felt like a deep hole is being punched through my heart. I rather die than be with any game but it. I want NOTHING more than to be with it. ”
Oh, god. My sister is worse than a lesbian.
Meanwhile, I was exploring people’s blog. Link to link, Chinese, Chinese, Chinese, Boring, Boring, Boring…
Until, I went to someone’s blog. It’s not the entries who intrigued me; it’s the name of the blog:
“Crying Doesn’t Make Me Weak, It Means I Care.”
Something like that. Hmm…
“Crying means you care… which means you’re crying for some guys who doesn’t even care about you, which goes back to your own word – you are weak. And not to mention idiotic.”
You see, that’s my problem. I turn a very inspiring, heart-breaking quote into a complete ass. Maybe that’s why some people hate me.
XOXO
JorDan T.
PS. I still couldn’t decide where to go on 18th December till 20th December. My mum is talking about a boring hill trip and take it from me, it’s more boring than it sounds, because you don’t climb your way to the top, you seat silently at the back seat of the car while your parents enjoy the meant-for-oldies-breeze. So leave a comment to help me decide a location before I’m stuck with photo graphing boring-scenery-that-you-could-get-it-on-the-internet.
