PISSED

I CHANGED BLOGHOSTS AGAIN.

 

REASON : SUPER PISSED AT WORDPRESS.

 

WWW.TOMATOERAINCOW.BLOGSPOT.COM

 

SORRY BUT I HAVE TO CHANGE.

REASON : visit the blogspot.com

AGH !

AGHHH!

 

 

 

should I change back to Blogspot.com ?

 

MeiYi has been asking me to change! Should I? Should I?
but I hate Blogger lah. Is WordPress really that bad ??
blahhh.

 

I don’t know.
should I change it back to Blogger ?

 

 

 

 

I DON’T KNOW!!!

 

blah.

I like wordpress.com, but Blogger has so much more freedom.

How how how?

 

 

 

 

If you want me to change to blogspot.com, please leave a comment!
I am so indecisive right now!

 

 

 

xxoo,
melinda.

 

 

 

 

Tags !

3 Golden Rules.
State 15 weird things / habits / little known facts about yourself. The 10 people I tag are to then to follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits and little known facts. No tag backs

 

number oneeee 1,
I hate sport cars.
I know I blogged about this the last time, but yes, I hate sport cars. (refer to the previous post)

 

number twwwooo 2,
I laugh at my own jokes.
Okay, so who doesn’t right? I mean, of course I tell you the joke because I think it’s funny right? I don’t understand why everyone gives me the stare every time I laugh after telling my jokes. I mean, Not funny meh???!

 

number threee 3,
I like singing.
Okay, so, on the surface, it doesn’t seem odd or anything. But I like singing even though I can’t sing. Haha. Okay. Torture-rous for those who heard me sing, but I just like it lah okay Because to me, I shouldn’t stop myself from doing something I like (even though I suck at it)

 

number fourrr 4,
I don’t really like my opposite sex.
okay, don’t roll your eyes. But it is inevitably true! If it wasn’t for my hormones and the society’s pressure, I would choose never to get married. My opposite sex is an irritating THING that has no sense of direction, (well, most of the time lah).

number fiveee 5,
I likeeee Barney, Pocoyo and Deebo the purple dragon!
they are damn cute (: I mean their songs lah.
like Deebo, he always sings  “when you want a gift say this deeedeebo dee deebodeebodee!”

number sixxx 6,
I like Mr.Yeoh’s lame jokes.
nufff said.

 

number seveeeeen 7,
I can never complete tags like these! 
That’s because I’m not weird, you see. I’m a normal girl. So it’s hard for me to even mention something about myself that’s weird.
hahahah. (okay yokeyee, you don’t have to roll your eyes until like that)

 

number eightttt 8,
I like classical music.
OKAY OKAY OKAY! don’t need to gimme that gasped look. But I like classical songs (: Or oldies. Don’t ask me why. I just like it, okayy?!

 

number nineee 9,
I must eat fibre everyday, and every morning!
I like oatmeal cuz they are oh-sangat-sedap. 

 

number tennnnn 10,
I’m an auntie on the inside.
*nudges elaine*. Yeapph, I’m an auntie on the inside. I like sewing, baking, gossiping and all the auntie-auntie stuff. hahahah. Don’t I sound like those pasar pagi Ah-So or Ah-Sam who sells chicken meat?

 

I tagggg :
everyone who read this! (:  and that means YOU!

 

 

 

random.tweet.tweet.

you know,
I’ve finally came into realization that this font – Georgia,
is damn nice (:

 

 

you know,
my mum wants me to drive her car when I get my license just so she can get a new car.
Apparently, I ruined her dream for getting a sport car.

 

It’s like, 4 years ago,
she wanted to buy a sport car lah,
but I  was protesting like maddd,
because I hated sport cars.

 

I mean, they’re so small…and bumpy and noisy,
like oh my God.

can suffocate and be deaf inside lah.

 

so now, she wants to push her Airtrek to me!

 

let me describe the situation of having an Airtrek.
THE FUEL PRICE IS ALREADY DAMN HIGH,
AND HER CAR CONSUMES LIKE DAMNNNNN A LOT OF FUEL!

 

and when I asked whether or not she will give me Rm700 / month to pay for the fuel,
she say no.

 

 

 

 

HOW AM I GOING TO GET RM700 / MONTH FOR MY (not-so-future) CAR ???

 

but okay, nevermind,

 

next point,

 

 

HER CAR IS FREAKING BIG.

imagine me, a new driver, clumsy like hellll driving an SUV.
I tell you,
it will have like damn alot of scratches,
AND I BET I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT.

 

 

 

andddd,

 

 

 

her car is like…. so old already,
it is BOUND to break down SOME DAY,

so right..
I HAVE TO PAY FOR THE FIXING OF THE CAR !

 

 

 

 

 

you tell me siao anot? 

 

 

you know what my mum said to ‘promote’ her car to me?

“you can street race, and then ah, you sure win those lousy proton drivers!”

and then she said.

“I tell you ah, whenever I’m stressed, and when some stupid driver irritates me, I’ll race and I ALWAYS WIN ! hahahaha. ”

and then,

“But of course, I’m your mother, so I shouldn’t encourage you to race. But you will win street races lah” *smiles at me*

 

 

 

I was so, dulan.

 

 

 

yes, my mother street races, cuz those lousy sportcar-wannabes always like… go and VROOOOMMMM their car in front of her, trying to show off as if their car very geng,
then my mum will like,
be super pissed,

so she’ll race!

 

 

 

hahaha.
okay.

no kids,
this blog does not promote street racing.
the blogger’s MUM promotes it, NOT THE BLOGGER!

 

 

so conclusion of the day,
I told my mum,

“No ma, I don’t want to street race.”

then I said,

“Just get me a cheap second hand kancil and paint it pink then I’ll be happy.”

 

 

 

 

you know what she said?

 

“I’ve always dreamt of buying you a Mini Cooper.”

 

 

 

 

I am speechless.

 

 

dear mum,

I know this may ruin your dream,
But,

JUST GET ME A CHEAP SECONDHAND CAR!

 

loves,
your daughter who hates sport cars.

 

 

and for you people who think I’m rich,
NO,
I AM NOT RICH,

 

 

my mum just likes bull shiting.

 

 

now you know where I got my genes from?

 

 

 

blame the mother, not me (:

 

 

love,
melinda.

 

p.s : don’t worry mum, I still love you (:

 

 

I told you once, and I told you twice,
I can’t live without you,
I told you once, and I’ll tell you again,
I can’t, I can’t live without you.
I can’t forget all the things we had,
You’re irreplaceable in my heart
dadada,
that’s because I’ve fallen in love,
I’ve fallen, I’ve fallen, I’ve fallen in love.

Underneath this smile

I feel so consumed with guilt and shame.
about how everything sparks in my life.

 

how everything always starts,
and how terrible they end.

 

Like chapters, with a rising action, and a falling decision — a wrong and a terrible decision.

 

& then I remember myself of what lies at the end of the rainbow,
because they always say : if you want the rainbow, you gotta go through the rain.

 

 

 

so here I am,
sitting here,
kneeling by my bed,
praying and waiting for the rain to subside,

 

& as I wait for your return,
I pray for your safety.

 

& as I wait for my epilogue,
I asked God a question,
a simple question,
“Will I have a happy ending, too?”

 

 

 

and I heard silent whispers, almost too soft to be heard,
I started paying more attention,
trying to grasp hold onto the soft voice,
but I dared not ask it to be louder,
afraid of its fragile tone to disperse and melt.

 

I’m afraid, scared, terrified,
of what my epilogue might be.

 

I’m afraid of twists.
I’m afraid that my story ends unexpectedly
no, not with a prince in his shining armour,
but a twist,
an unpredictable event that may happen.

 

 

 

and because it is unpredictable,
I shiver in fear.

I am afraid of what lies ahead of me.
afraid of death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

because they say, stories are told with a happy ending,
but great stories end with death.

 

 

 

Death.

the word echoed in my empty mind,
it went and on and on,
I heard the vast space that the echo soar through,
and I felt the fear as I heard the word flow in my blood,

 

 

I felt my heart beating faster and harder,
it was racing,
afraid to stop,
and it starts pumping harder,
not willing to give up.
not willing to face death, too.

 

 

 

 

 

On my knees,
I pray.

 

 

 

I pray for a happy ending, please.

 

Your child,
Melinda.

Acting (:

you know one thing I’d really like to do?

 

 

 

 

I’d like to act.
like you know, act in a movie ?  ? ?

 

 

 

haha, okay. I know. It’s a stupid thing.
but I mean, it’s quite cool right?

 

 

when you act, you get to be another character, like a whole new person!

 

you can be a top-secret spy.

you can even change your gender!
And no one’s gonna say anything,
though, you might get a few : wow. you’re a good actor.
and that is because you can act like the opposite sex.

 

 

 

 

but okay, so maybe it’s not thaaaat easy to be an actress.

you have to have the looks.
the body.
the voice.
the hair.
the boobs.
the attitude.
the everything lah okay.

 

so, looking at me,

I don’t have the looks,
I don’t have the body.
I don’t have the voice.
I just don’t have the everything,
or at least an X-factor.

 

 

 

but it is O-K-A-Y !

 

because our society allows this ! 

 

(look closer and you can see my face)

 

so you see,

I can be that fat, ugly girl who is madly in love with Betty,
and right, I can be like, her wanna-be

 

 

and the next thing you know it,
IM A NEW RISING STAR !!!

 

wooohooohoo !

 

yes.
Just because you’re fat & ugly,
YOU can be a super star too!

 

 

and that’s because you’re U-G-L-Y.

 

 

okay, so America Ferrera is pretty in real life,

 

but look at it this way!
MELINDA IS UGLY EVEN IN REAL LIFE.

 

so you see, the viewers can relate to me!
(not to say my viewers are ugly lah, but at least seeing someone ugly on tv makes you feel happy about yourself, right??)

 

 

hahahahahahahahahah.

 

 

wah, I shouldn’t be an actress,
I should be a director or screen writer or something.

 

okay. I shall blog about Ugly Melinda some other time.

 

 

 

 

 

todaaaaaay,
we’ve got something else!

 

 

 

IT’S NICHOLAS LEONG’S BIRTHDAY!

and he’s all grown up!

16 years old.
and can you image that?
I’ve known him for like.. 9 years already!

Happy Birthday and when you go Singapore,
don’t get too highhh! *coughs real loud*

ahahahahhaha.

and this is for you,

Nicholas Cookchuleta.

 

 

ahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahah
lmao.

hahahhahahaha

(inside joke)

 

 

& if you’re wondering why I’m being so free to photoshop things,
it’s because..

well, I’ve got nothing else better to do

 

 

 

xoxo,
melinda.

Doomed and Damned.

did you know,
we’re all just gonna die of pollution one day?

 

 

 

 

and here you are, staring at this post, rolling your eyes.

 

 

well, we’ve always thought trees were our saviours, right?
like, as long as there are trees, we’re gonna live?

 

 

 

 

 

 

well, guess what?

 

 

 

 

scientist found something new.
something excruciatingly disturbing for me

 

 

 

 

trees have a limit.

 

 

 

 

In science, we learn that trees go through photosynthesis to

 GROWWW.

BUT, trees CAN live without GROWING.
like stunted growth, get it?

 

so, how do trees LIVE?
they respire like us (:
they take in oxygen and give out CO2,
like every other day when there’s no sunlight.

 

so without sunlight = no photosynthesis = less oxygen for you

 

 

so, you see.

scientist found out that,

 at certain high temperatures,
plants will STOP growing,
EVEN with sunlight, they would just, well, STOP photosynthesis.

 

 

now how does this happen ?

 

 

 

 

 

one thing’s for sure : ask the scientist.
all I know is that at high temperature, plants will stop photosynthesis.

 

 

 

 

and that means………

 

when our globe’s temperature has raised to a certain limit,
ALL THE TREES WILL STOP PHOTOSYNTHESIS
which means, no more trees will produce oxygen for us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

and we will all be

DOOMED.

 

 

 

 

so, just when you thought planting TREES would save the pollution,
you’re so very wrong.

 

 

 

if no one does anything soon,
all the trees will become a Dinesh. (notice I used ‘a Dinesh’)
and the trees will just say : sucks to be you, i’m getting the oxygens first!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and we shall all mati kongkiau.

 

 

 

 

 

 

love,
melinda.

 

 

In the land of pain and emptiness,
I’ll hide my face,
I’ll hide.

eyorrr.

okay people.

 

 

 

 

here’s breaking news :

I officially hate our government.

especially that Ahmad dude who calls us ’squatters”

 

if we really are SQUATTERS, well then, we must be squatting on top of you(:

 

loserfied idiot who called us immigrants.

 

 

 

 

ehh.
you dumb shit.

 

even if we’re IMMIGRANTS,
we’re still smarter and not as lazy as your race right?

 

 

idiot.

 

okay lah. During world war II, you go and rub off all the chinese and indian’s names just so you can fit your ‘pahlawan’s ” name.

 

we don’t say anything at all.

 

and then you go write in the history book about Allah and those nabis and banis, or whatever you call them lah okay,

cuz the fact is I don’t give a shit, ok ?

 

but it is still O-K-A-Y.

why?

because there’s always no point talking to dumb fucks like you, right?

 

 

so, fine. fine.
we learn about Allah and his perjuangans.

 

we also learn about what YOU, malays did to ‘protect’ the country.

fine fine.

 

 

and then, we also say IT IS OKAY to study moral,
because it is oh-so-educational.

 

okay lah, fine lah.
we give way to the disabled.

I mean, must respect you all right?

 

 

 

 

but now,
YOU CALL US FUCKING IMMIGRANTS ?

 

 

immigrants my ASS.

 

 

 

you know who are immigrants?

the ones who are picking up your rubbish — which also turn out to be MALAYS lah okay. I mean, they’re from Indonesia right?

 

 

okay. so NEVERMIND.

 

you freaking want us to switch from English to BM,
WHY ?

 

 

BECAUSE YOUR RACE IS TOO EFFIN DUMB TO CATCH UP WITH THE NORM.

 

see, I used the word “norm”, because NORMAL people also can catch up,
but I DON’T KNOW WHY LAH,

but hor, malays cannot catch up.

 

 

bull shit kiss my ass.

 

 

 

lazy means lazy.

 

 

 

BM is so dumb that you all are just changing the spelling of english,
example:
ENG : electrons.
BM : ELEKTRON.

 

 

 

oh and yeah ah, if you cahnge that C to a K,
the entire Malaysia’s education standards will raise.

yeah. wow.
amazing

 

 

so hor, since so many people fail add maths right,

we change also lah.

we change f(x) to x(f)

then ahh,
all the malays, chinese, indian, punjabi, sarawakians, etc will score A1 .

 

 

wahhhhh.

 

 

then ahh we can recommend this method to the world,

CHANGE SUBJECTS TO BM AND YOUR CITIZENS WILL BE SMARTER.
(or you could just pray to Allah 5 times a day)

 

 

yes,
this is Malaysia.

 

 

 

we have all sorts of people.
smart ones.
dumb ones.
ridiculous ones.
idiotic ones.

 

and you know which category that ahmad guy falls in ?

the bumi putra ones.

 

 

freaking hell.

go puasa everyday and God will forgive you for ‘mencaci’ us lah ok?

 

eh wait, no no no,

go Makkah, go pray 10 times a day,
then Allah will say :
yes you can criticise the chinese and I will not punish you since you are protecting our “maruah” and “kesucian”

 

 

and dear government,

if you want to arrest me for ISA or whatsoever shit for bringing “kekecohan” or whatever shit you may claim,

CAN. No problem.
but hor,

according to Ahmad ahh,
I’m an immigrant you know,
so ah…how can you arrest me for ISA when I’m an immigrant?

 

right?

 

oh okay. so you’re saying im NOT an immigrant lah,
i’m a MALAYSIAN.
so, you still want to charge me in court for kekecohan and stuff like that,
but ah…

that Ahmad guy hor, why ah he didn’t go to jail also ?

 

I mean, he started the whole thing right?

he brought kekecohan right? ???

 

 

 

oh yeah and one more thing,
because I’m a MALAYSIAN,
I was studying our SEJARAH today lah,
and ah …
the book writes ah,
Islam is a religion that emphasizes on EQUAL rights.

 

and arh, the perjanjian Hudaibiyah states that
orang Quraisy and orang Islam got equal rights you know..

even though they are not same religion.

 

 

so right,
Since Malaysia is a country with Islam as our “agama rasmi”
why don’t I get equal rights too?

 

is it because you are disobeying Allah’s words?

 

ohmygod,

you are disobeying Allah’s words and the Al-Quran.

 

 

 

 

horrr. you want to die now issit?
Allah will get very angry.
Nabi Muhammad too.

 

 

hor hor hor.
cannot have 4 wives already.

 

 

 

 

 

so conclusion of the day :
I’m an immigrant who has a Malaysian passport.
so do the rest of us.

malays : You are immigrants!
chinese : no no, I got proof that I’m a malaysian!  see, got IC!

malays : but you are chinese, I don’t care you got IC, passport,birth cert, ISIC, whatever, you are still immigrant.
chinese : but wwwwhyyyy ?
Malays : because you eat pork.

 

 

sometimes, when you fall, fall harder.

I am like, pissed to the CORE.
like so pissed, that I could actually throw that certain someone into a sewerage and seal that hole to let that certain person rot and die in that stinky amount of poo.

 

 

 

wait, I take back my words.

 

 

 

not A certain person, but TWO certain people.

 

 

you know who you are. 

 

I’m seriously damn dulan.

 

 

Ever felt like you telah dipermainkan?
well, guess what?
yours truly got conned by two asses today.

 

 

dulan

 

 

dulan

 

 

 

dulan!

 

 

 

 

(yes, dulan is my new favorite cursing term)

 

on the urge to kill.
Idiots.

 

 

okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
change topic.

let’s see…

 

 

I’ve been a little rajin these few days,
I studied Biology (:
but I’ve got 2 more chapters to finish by THIS week.

 

die.die.die.

 

OH OH OH!
WE DID AN EXPERIMENT AGAIN IN THE CHEM LAB !!  (:

( I know some of  you done it already, but let me get a bit excited, can anot?!)

 

so here we have, Lead (II) nitrate + potassium Iodide.

 

thennn…

 

WE MIX THEM TOGETHER !

then you will IMMEDIATELY, get this !

a yellow precipitate (I think) (:

 

hahahaha. DAMNNNN COOL RIGHT??!!

 

 

 

okay, fine. so everyone did this experiment too, but eeks, call me a geek, but this is by far, my favorite experiment!

 

 

geek alert.
I know.

 

alright everybodyy !!

I remembered promising you that I’ll be posting up

Famous Amos’ Cookies Recipe !

 

so here it is !

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OKAY LAHH OKAY LAHH.

don’t gimme that face, okay?

 

 

here it is :

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Recipe may be halved:

2 cups butter
4 cups flour
2 tsp. baking soda
2 cups granulated sugar
2 cups brown sugar
5 cups blended oatmeal (measure oatmeal &
blend in blender
to a fine powder)
24 oz. chocolate chips
1 tsp. salt
18 oz. Cadbury bar (grated)
4 eggs
2 tsp. baking powder
3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)
2 tsp. vanilla

1) cream the butter and both sugars.
2) Add eggs and vanilla;
3) mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt,
4)baking powder, and soda.
5) Add chocolate chips, Cadbury bar and nuts.
6) Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet.
7)bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees.

Makes 122 cookies!

 

 

don’t you love me now?

 

the scrolling was worth it right? right?

 

hahaha.

 

eh but ah, if the cookies don’t taste alike, it’s not the recipe’s fault, its YOURS okay?

 

this is seriously the R-E-A-L recipe.
i’m not kidding.

 

and no, I didnt violate the laws or whatsoever to get recipe.
it is legal !

 

don’t ask me how or why.
or maybe you already know how or why.

 

but whatever lah hor.

 

can eat cheap Famous Amos Cookies neh !

 

eeyer, so lalaz de nehxx.

 

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okayyyy, bye bye!

 

 

xoxo,

melinda.

 

 

 

p.s : to the TWO certain fellows, don’t think my anger subsided. it’s still there.
p.s.s : and yes, I still feel like killing the both of you if you’re wondering.

Funny. Laugh. Haha.

HAHAHHA.

 

ohmygod.

 

watch this!

 

ohmygoddd!

HAHAHA. suppperrr lame.
but damn, damn funny lah!

 

 

xxoo,
melinda.