Hi everyone.
My Rakion account just got hacked.
And I was like OMGWTF because once again, I only have myself to blame.
I gave them my password. Again. But its a long story.
I wanted to join []Blizzard then they bluffed me and said blizzardians share their accounts so I gave lorh.
Anyway both of them look freaking pro. Like, lvl 30 ++ with all sorts of exotic items.
And surprise, surprise! I couldn't log in anymore -.-
I feel so stupid.
But then again, now I realise that they probably became pro hacking other people's accounts too. Using their pro characters. Using their pro items.
And then again, I'm not angry. Because I think i needed change. Too bored with being a Ninja / Arch. Too bored with always getting owned by lvl 30 pros.
Aye, whatever.
Sooooooooooooooooo, you're probably thinking, if, by any chance, you are Li Churen, "When will this crap end? When will I get to THE part you promised?"
HEHEHEHE.
I break promises a lot.
I decided not to write in first-person anymore because its tiring. And totally un-fun to read.
So, anyway, if anyone's interested to know what was the end to my sisters quest for finding an outfit, she bought a shirt today. The rag from Samuel and Kevin. And you know, its like so like weird like because it like looks like a rag like,
And i can't believe it. Just the other day there was at least 4 or 5 left. And then today there was non of the females one left! And then my poor sister had to had to take the guys one! Poor sister :( Its like so unglam ok!
And I realise that i'm going all like, stupid like, all likety-like.
This has to stop. Shit.
Oh, and it's a weird feeling... saying this.. but. erm.
Yeah Ningxin's my girlfriend now.
Its so funny how it happened i can't even believe it did. LOL.
It was like. Hey lets stead. Stead? Yeah stead. Oh ok. Crap, i'm such a newbie to such stuff. Someone experienced pls give me pointers. Someone like churen.
So I bet you're thinking right now 'Is this a joke?' eh? Up to you to decide. LOL. I'll probably say in my next post if this is a joke or if this is serious.
Suspense. Don't you just love it! ^^
Just today my sister announced that she needed to get a checkered shirt as her outfit for her choir concert.
"It has to be either red or blue. Or white. But I guess thats referring to the pants as I don't think you can have white checks," she reminded as we strolled around IMM, looking for her outfit as my mother waited for our dinner in Swensons. Brilliant observation. Like I didn't know. -.-
"Why don't you just wear that Levis dress-"
"My teacher says its too orange. She wants red-red. Oh man, why do they sell it for guys and not girls?!" she quipped, eyeing a blue checked shirt displayed in Samuel and Kevin.
I peered in and saw a female mannequin donning the exact same shirt- 'cept it was a female's cut. "They have the female type too," I quipped helpfully, gesturing to that female mannequin donning the outfit that looked really more like a rag that belonged to a wash basin than on your body.
"Um... lets just see from the outside first. We'll go in... er.... later," she said, scratching her neck uncomfortably. If you can't already tell she was intimidated by the few customers, dark lighting, and music of Samuel and Kevin stores, perhaps you have had a headache recently? (See title.)
A quick browse around other stores including Esprit revealed only stripes and polka dots. No checks. Well, thats Samuel and Kevin: 1, Esprit: 0. The only other shop that sold Checks was Fox. But a quick glance at the price purged the fantasy of buying that piece from my sister's mind.
"$46?!" she shrieked, immediately dropping the shirt like it was infested with a plague.
"How about thi-"
"Don't touch that!" she warned, before I could even finish my sentence. There was definitely something between her and expensive clothing.
"I can't just buy anything, you know. I have to buy something I will wear even after the concert!" she said, as we were walking back to Samuel and Kevin. "Oh boy, must we go in? The lighting is so... scary," she said, as we stood outside the store with the sales people staring at us. I looked back at them uncomfortably.
A closer look at the Samuel and Kevin shirt reviewed rag-like material, and a cheap price- $9. But of course, that cheap price comes with a price.
"This looks disgusting!" my sister criticised. "This material looks crappy and the colour is so... dull. But then again, $9..."
"...is pretty darn cheap compared to the other. We COULD still use this as a rag, you know." I finished her sentence.
Back at the table my mother was waiting. "The food is soooo slow today," she commented. "How was your hunt for your outfit?"
"Most of them only have stripes and polka-dots," I quickly said, just as my sister opened her mouth to give an answer.
"I need checks," my sister reminded, nodding her head.
"Oh, then why don't you get the stripes, since there are so many?". I nearly choked on my water.
"Mom, she just said she needed checks for her outfit," I reminded, rolling my eyes.
"Huh? Then whats with all the stripes and polka dots?" my mother queried, raising and eyebrow. My sister half-choked, half-sniggered, as though she couldn't decide which to do.
"No, no, no. I meant that she's looking for checks, but most places sell only stripes and polka dots."
"What? I still don't get-"
"Forget it."
"Huh?"
"So," I quickly said, changing the subject, "I told her to wear her Levi's dress but her teacher said its too orange. Not red-red," I said, making an emphasis on the first 'red'.
"Yeah I showed it to her but she said 'No'," my sister added.
"Oh. Well so what did you find?" my mother asked, biting into one of our Cheese Stix that had just arrived.
"Nothing much, theres one at Samuel and Kevin and one at Fox. These Cheese Stix are badly cooked! The cheese is still hard!" she said, with a slight tone of irritation. My mom agreed about half a second later.
"The Sam and Kev one is $9 but looks like rags, while the nice $46 Fox one costs a bomb," I said, mutilating Samuel and Kevin 's name.
"Oh, I have an idea! She doesn't have to buy anything! She can just wear her Levi's dress and tuck it in!" my mom suggested proudly, like she just invented something. Or made a new discovery. Like finding a new colour.
"Didn't we just say her teacher said 'No' about 5 sentences ago?" I said quizzically, unable to decide if it was my mother or myself who was suffering from a mild amnesia.
My sister rolled her eyes. "Mom, you're acting totally weird today."
"Yeah. The problem is that you don't pay attention to what we say."
"You're forgetting everything we tell you in 10 seconds."
"Has the migraine you had yesterday fried your brain?"
Silence. Oops. Shit. Did I make a wrong comment?
My mom sighed. "Well, at least it means you guys won't be calling me 'queenly'!" my mother said. I couldn't decide if she was serious or joking. I looked at my sister and she looked back. Not laughing. Not clapping. Not blinking.
"Thats just lame."
"Well, all funny things are lame! Why do you keep laughing at your older brother's jokes but never at mine? You two keep ganging up on me!" my mother protested jokingly.
"Queen," I snorted.