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Monday, September 29, 2003 cool beans! check this shit out. and i'm a mermaid!!! yayy!!!!! read sunday's entry on sentosa.  You are Ariel from The Little Mermaid! What Disney Princess are you? brought to you by Quizilla and i just got bombed by these people on my taggie. (hootie, monkey, geneveve and babanaboy, y'all rock on!! haha.) godd! i thought they were kinda pesky at first but they turned out ta be pretty damn entertaining man. makes school less fuckin boring. they're gone now. heh. i'm making em sound like bloody phantoms or smth. alright. this has been like, my 3rd entry for the day or smth. erks! gotta head off ta class in half an hour. ciao sweeties!
spat vitriol @ 5:44 PM
xxx Diana, Sara, Kian-u, Samantha and i went down to plaza singapura today to support Philip at his New Urban Male contest. he got into the final five! too bad he didn't win coz i thought he fully deserved to! he was dashing and he answered intelligently(unlike some of the other contestants. godd). Philip rocks!! i'd put up a piccie of Philip right here but i cant coz the new urban male site has disclaimer rights and all that. boo. here's the link. new urban male. he's #15. he looks good without clothes on but he's pretty distinguished with em on too ;) [side note: #16 neil was 1st, #17 justin was 2nd, and #20 nicholas was 3rd] Diana, Sam and i cheered for Philip loads while everyone just clapped on politely during the entire thing. how boring. it's a contest not an opera dudes. there were a couple of mediocorp 'stars' there to 'grace' the event like kumar, aaron aziz(mr i-am-s-hunky-yeah-i-am from heartlanders), nick shen(first touch), tim no-idea-what-his-surname-is-but-he-aint-half-bad-looking(host of true courage), that girl who plays lydia lum's daughter in living with lydia, and rosalind pho from light years. from the new urban male main page. how simply adorable. the underwear, i mean. 
i want some aussiebum undies for myself too. scrumptious, mate. anyways. moving on. Chang drove Weihong, Sara, Kian-u and me back. and thank god he dropped em all off first (coz i told him to since we live pretty close to each other) coz i gave him so so so many wrong directions on the way home it wasn't even funny after awhile. it took him like an hour to send me back after he dropped the girls off at east coast man.. we went on highways and wrong roads and all. and we actually had to stopp at s11 at ang mo kio to take a piss, we were in the car that long. fuckk. I AM SO SORRY CHANG!! i'll buy you ciggies!! *promise* that is why i should never ever bloody fuckin take my driving licence EVER coz i wouldn't even be able to drive home. home!! how fuckin useless man. still.. sorry Chang!! this whole week has been a week of bummers man. i msged him to apologize for the whole incident and he replied saying "you lucky i got parking lot... if not i'll pinch your neh. haha. ok nite. take care." haha. make him happy and let him say wadever he wants la. here's Chang.. the lovely lovely fellow who was so patient sending me home, even with all my crappy dumbass worthless directions. this piccie totally does not do him justice at all. 
love ya loadz.. kor korrr!!! ;) and it's Sebastian's bday today.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SEBASTIANNNNNNNNNNNNN*.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!* have a fuckin good bday, don't let anything ruin it, and may you be the best soccer player that ever lived dude!! *mwah!* haha. omg. i'm just looking thru what i've written so far and i realised that i sound like some idiotic bimbo with my exclamation marks and such.(Amanda sweetheart ynoe who i'm talking about heheh) and i ate kaya toast, eggs, tea with milk and chicken rice for dinner and im hungry now. as in, growly-stomach hungry. i am a PIG. ynoe what.. there's strong supporting evidence to prove that i was a pig in my past life too(well, the stereotyped pig at least.) 1)i can sleep 14 to 18hours with no problem *snorxx* 2)i can eat and eat i've got the appetite of, well, a pig(and i pile on the pounds, too. how glamourous) 3)i am fucking lazy(there's so much crap in my room i can't see a single open area on my table, cabinet or drawer tops.) 4)i hate work *hate hate hate with a vehemence hate* i was just at xiaxue's blog and she got the samsung t-500. aiee!! I WANT A NEW MOBILE!!! i've been using Weihong's(thankew sweetie! i really appreciate it ynoe that right??) but it'd be nice if i had my own ynoe? to have and to hold and to mutilate any way i wish. i just sighed out loud. sad case la. anyone who wishes to buy me a new phone is very very welcome to. here's a quiz i did at liquidgeneration.com 
isit true? *evil evil laugh* listening to: Unoffended(is that the title?) by Travis *brit bands rock on* & Moi Lolita by Alize(i don't understand a word a french, well mebbe a few words, but it's good. it's all good.) oh fuckk. it's 6am. and how do i know it's 6am? coz they just played the national anthem on the radio, that's why. crap. and i'm sposed to get up at 7am for school at 9. bloody hell.. i don't have to sleep already man. and school ends at 8pm for me today. garrgh!! knnb cjb man.
spat vitriol @ 6:17 AM
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Sunday, September 28, 2003 yesterday.. friday night.. was not a very good day. and i know it's sunday by right but let's not get technical here yeah people. it was quite fun i spose, but t'was a jinxed day. for me, at least. 1)damaged Donovan's lighter. i am sooo sorry about it! i'll pay for the repair! 2)ripped my 10dollar note practically in half coz it got snagged on my wallet zip. wtf. 3)spilled da last third of Weihong's alcoholic Illusion at Alley Bar. dammit. other than that it was peachy. was out with Amanda, Diana, Sara, Erika, Donovan and Weihong. played pool(am i improving?) and then we spent an indefinite period of time outside cine deciding what to do or where to go and in the end we moved our gigantic bums to Alley Bar to have a drink. (but no alcohol for Amanda coz she barfed her guts out when she wenta Centro on wed *evil laugh*) i still love ya girl!! puke and all. and today's(for technicality's sake, saturday) weather report: motherfuckin cloudy what Amanda, Diana, Sara and i did: wenta sentosa ta TAN yay! i love being cloud-burnt!(sun-burnt.. cloud-burnt.. geddit?!) but seriously man.. i was having major doubts about going to sentosa. it seemed kinda senseless. after all, there wasn't any damn sun when i left my place, and there wasn't any damn sun when i reached harbourfront(where you take a nice bus from there to sentosa). so i called Diana while i was still home and i told her about the weather. and.. Diana: go la go la! it will be sunny! (and i rolled my eyes)me: it is fucking cloudy Diana: but there's sun what! if not what is that shining outside? me: there's only enough sunlight to prove that it's daytime, not enough sun to tan la Diana: just go la! i checked the weather report, it'll be sunny la! fine. go. and when i was walking to the mrt station to take a train down to harbourfront i called Diana(or was it the other way round?) and.. me: im really having doubts about going man. i wanna get a tan. there's NO sun! i'll be wasting my 3bucks. i don't just wanna go there to swim, i want a TAN. Diana: don't like that la. just go la go la! me: why? Diana: coz i wanna play with you! hahaha i was like, wtf? but alright, i acquiesced to her requests, and we made our way down, and i was grumpy that there wasnt any bloody sun. there was sunlight, true, just like what Diana said, but not enough for a good, solid, tan. which was what i wanted. but it got pretty cool(or so i think la ynoe). i was telling Diana when we were in the water(and Amanda was sitting on the beach coz the water was 'too cold') about how i wished to be a mermaid, and we talked about it, and she said she wanted to be a mermaid in hawaii and not singapore coz singapore's so small you've got nowhere to swim around. besides, the water here is fuckin polluted. yeckk. i wanted to be a mermaid where there was clear blue water.. like the maldives or smth! well, the obvious con is that if im gonna be a mermaid swimming around in clear blue seawater people are gonna be able to see me thru all that nice clear blue seawater and i'd be dragged to shore and left in some exhibit for the rest of my immortal life.(or until armageddon. whatever rocks yer boat) Diana wanted to have the freedom of being a mermaid but also being able to have legs and walk around on land whenever she wanted(kinda like a mermaidy transformer) and my response to that was, "so you can fuck some guy on land and then coming back to the sea and disappearing forever isit". and i sang Part Of That World which Ariel the Little Mermaid(by the way, The Little Mermaid by disney is the bestest best cartoon ever. you got myth and violence and humour and good sidekicks. fabulous! someone get me the dvd or smth! THE LITTLE MERMAID!) sang in the disney cartoon, and Diana was amazed that i knew mosta the words. well, what to do what to do, i loved the cartoon so much i listened to the songs and learned the lyrics and sang em(when i was younger la fuck not now). kinda like what we do now, but with like, more grown-up songs, or smth. anyways. moving on somewhat. Diana carried me on her shoulders, i carried her on mine, and we must've looked so lesbo, going around and swimming together, never leaving each other's side like some happy newly-married couple. gimme a kiss Diana. *mwah!* and Amanda looked pretty good today coz she's so tall and thin*dammit*.. and when she dresses up and wears her heels she's taller than most guys i know.(cept you la Alvin.. no one else is 2.03m tall ynoe! *winkk*) AND she looks good! yayy! dress up more often yeah babes! so. the BIG question is, did i get a tan?!?! *drum roll*....... yes! somewhat so.. cant see the my halter line.. but you can see my bum line. like, wtf. overall it's still not even coz the sun came out late and it was one of those lazy suns sorta peeking out from a cloud and not a real scorching hot sun. *drool* how disappointing. well never mind! next week we shall be going over to Diana's place to tan. and this time there had better better better be sun. reading: The Uncanny by Andrew Klavan listening to: silence. how peaceful. support Philip tmr(sunday!!) at the New Urban Male contest! he's the final contestant!! goooooo PHILIP!!!! kick those other faggot's arses!!
spat vitriol @ 2:23 AM
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Friday, September 26, 2003 and i am, once again, in the school lab, skipping class coz i havent done my work. rggh.. and it's submission day today too. i am so screwed man. but i gotta admit, im pretty relieved that the week's over. i did all my work except for today's, which i would be fucked for even if i had done it. *applause, people, applause!* heyy man seriously. i deserve that fuckin applause. i havent done so much work since.. *thinking thinking*.. primary school. yupp. so see, i've been hardworking this whole week! *grinzies like some monkeyz* i deserve a star sticker!(ynoe, of of those much-coveted shiny stickers shaped like stars you got in primary school for 'good work' or 'excellent work' or wadever and then you'd be really happy coz it not only meant that u got good work AND a shiny pretty sticker it meant that when you got home yer parents would actually be happy and not whoop the skin off yer arse. not that they did, i've got a pretty arse, but you get the point) i went out with Jon yesterday.. had ta pass him his long overdue bday pressie. HAPPY BELATED BDAY JON!!! got him this book of quotes based on Sandman the comic. bought it more for the illustrations than the content but who gives a fuck. played pol, ate, came home, read, and then i slept at 8pm all the way til 9.30am. i woke up at around 3am(and slept again at 4.30am) and i was just staring at the ceiling or checking msgs on my mobile.. all in the dark! are't you proud of me? coz ladies and gents, i bet alotta ya dont know this, but i am very, very afraid of the DARK. and what lurks in it. it's always been a childhood fear and im afraid to say that i never really conquered it. fear of lizards? never had it. heights? yeah but i got over it. cockroaches? likewise. it's only... The DARK. dum dum dumm. i shan't go on, i sound like sucha wuss, but i can frankly say that it's the only fear i have. i don't even fear bad grades half as much as i do the dark i tell you. ooh! and im at Wilson's blog now and he took a pic while driving and that reminds me.. Chang's using his god-bro's bmw now and it is fucking fucking shiok. we blasted the music on wednesday(reloaded soundtrack! marilyn manson's 'this is the new shit')*babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party sex sex SEXXX and dont forget the violence*and he happily drove us around(yippee!! thanks for fetching me home dude!!) and all. but we werent taking advantage of him or anything, and he knows it too, its just that it really felt fuckin good to be in a nice solid car with the music killing yer eardrums. and when he dropped Diana and Amanda off at Centro leaving only me, Kian-u and him in the car, we let down the windows and really let go. the wind was blowing in our hair(only coz Kian-u and i were sticking our head otuta the car windows like dogs!! wooof!!) and dirt from the roads clogging our pores. muahaha. but now i know why dogs like sticking their heads outta car windows and letting their lips flap. i swear if i had dog lips they'd flap in the wind too. Chang! dont only drive us around for 2weeks la! more la! fun ynoe. fun fun fun!! aight. i shall stop being sucha neanderthal. reading: Don't Say A Word by Andrew Klavan listening to: power98. how much more cheap can i get right. and since im talking about power98.. just thought i'd talk about perfect 10 98.7fm for awhile. perfect10 is shite. i guess i used to like it when i was secondary school but now.. it's just all so kiddy. with the kiddy prizes and the kiddy songs(that dumbass fastfood mcdonald's song by cheeky girls[i think]? c'mon man! power98 had the sense not to even buy that lousy excuse of a song). but i guess i mainly have gotta bitch about the djs. djs who: +dont have the cow sense to be politically correct on-air(old news but ynoe how jamie yeo played 'crash and burn' by savage garden after someone made a song dedication to the people who perished in a plane crash. and once this guy called in talking about how he fancied this grl for a couple of years but never told her and carrie chong went, "yer pathetic aren't you?" and i was amazed that no-one complained about her lack of tact. need i go on?) +have got annoying unfit-for-radio-voices(daniel ong? radio? how did he even make it?? his voice is so high-pitched it pisses me off to hear him even utter a goddamn syllable of any language.) +have got a really lame sense of humour(once again, the trophy goes to daniel ong. he's really so lame. there's no other word which so aptly describes his brand of humour. he's on the morning show with carrie and you can tell that even she gets exasperated sometimes, that her laughs are fake but she attempts to make it all sound okay with dan the man(his voice is not what i'd call a man's but hey, if it makes em happy)when he cracks a stupid joke. +talk too much and play less music. once again, the fine djs of perfect10. talk and talk and talk. fuck man. can't they shut up? we wanna listen to the music and not their incessant yapping. *yap yap yapp* +try to sound enthusiastic but really la, cannot make it la people. jaime yeo and carrie chong are two such people. Jean Danker too, but at least she says smth intelligent from time to time. and tho daniel's not stupid, at least his enthusiasm sounds genuine. but never mind that. they laugh and giggle on-air, all with the facade that perfect10's a joyous, happy place to be, win prizes and call in to made dedications at. i bet it's a hellhole really. they're more artificial than michael jackson's face. +can't talk about intelligent things. perfect10 again. once in a while they do, for like 2mins, then it's back to the fine drawing-board of stupidity for them again. jaime yeo's an airhead, and while i believe that carrie's got an ion more intelligence than jaime, they both belong on the same level of idiocy. i guess it's just the djs then. the perfect10 djs really piss me off. soemtimes they're alright. like mebbe Yang. and Jean Danker's alright most of the time. but regardless of the djs, the music and adverts(oh my god!! the adverts!! one after every two songs!! you cannot imagine how simply annoying it is!) are a huge turn-off too. and it's so weird, perfect10 has annoyed me so much that i've even come to appreciate the news when it's played on power98. it's so much less irritating than the other bullshit play on perfect10. and at least the news is informative.
spat vitriol @ 11:28 AM
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Wednesday, September 24, 2003 i haven't slept a blink the entire night. i've been 'doing' work. 'burning the midnight oil', as they say. but i've been dawdling instead. reading 200pages of Hunting Down Amanda, lying on my bed stoning, taking longer than i should while cutting out bits for my model. and i only officially started work at 3am when i was sposed to be 'hard at work'(i am afraid the phrase is unfamiliar to me) already at 7pm. which explains alot i guess. people should hire me if they wanna waste time productively. or if they wanna lead more unproductive lives. ('productive unproductive lives'.. what a great term.) or if they wanna wonder at the end of the day where all that 20hours of their day went. the sky lights up. light blue and pretty crimsons. i am the epitome of braindead right now. i've just checked my mail. what is UP with these bloody spammers?? 'maddie, increase your penis size today! all natural methods' 'refinance! learn how to now!' can these arseholes make sure what sex we are first before sending those goddamn mails? i do not have a penis, i have a vagina. and refinance? i dont even have a dollar in my bank account, so i've got no problems refinancing if i've got no finances to start with. and talkin about refinancing, i get a call once in a while from banks who call me up, wasting my bloody hp bill, askin me if i've got a credit card, and after i've said no, persevere to ask me questions of the highest level of idiocy. "do you earn more than 2000dollars a month?" is one of them. "they're just doing their job!" you say. well, if they're doin their goddamn job, they'd check to see if i've got 10bucks in my bloody account in the first place before they waste their breath, my hp bill and both our time(tho mine more than theirs. i gotta be unproductive, ynoe)askin me ridiculous questions. d'oh. and omg i feel that if i even lay down on my bed i'll just concuss man. the quilt is saying,"cme to me.. lie in my warmth which no human being can compare with and together we shall rule the world!! muahaha!! or just lie together in simple companionship. whatever." no!! i must resist the temptations of my quilt!! i like my quilt. it is a nice quilt. i am going to sleep now. work is a piece of flying diarrohea shit. you dont even see it coz yer just lookin at those new exotic-plum-coconut-apple-passionfruit flavoured super-ribbed condoms in the shop display window(applicable for *mainly* guys. for girls, yer just checkin out that new digica or smth) and then SMACK! it hits you on the face and runs down yer neck coz it is, after all, diarrohea shit, and it's all runny and liquidy and stuff. yummy. nightz, all. or morning. *snorx*
spat vitriol @ 7:34 AM
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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
will i never break this vicious quiz cycle?! The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test hmm. i belong to level 8 of Hell: the Malebolge. isit just me or isit gettin hot in here?(so take off all yer clothes!!) there's no school for me later today that's why im still up. and im so tired, my eyes are so bleedin dry they've got the water content of prunes. and perhaps im feeling a tad nostalgic as well. "i liked you too much i used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely about themselves and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time i used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever i think of the early 90's your face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday".. Unsent, sung by Alanis Morissette. ahh. such sweet nostalgia. whenever i play the album, i always dedicate the song to him. it's like, the song belongs to him ynoe? owell! ramble ramble yah yah. it is time for sleep, my young padwans. platoon! lights out!! >;)
spat vitriol @ 2:28 AM
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Monday, September 22, 2003 this is another post barely 5hours later. this shows you just about how much free time i have in design school.(and i still have got so many pressing deadlines!) i am incorrigible i swear. im not even doing my work, im still here typin out my blog and tying the noose aound my neck myself. and im doing quizilla quizzes. omg. how much lamer can i get?? alot, apparantly. here goes.  You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie. You're tough and you like it rough, and of course you like to pop a cap in any wiggers ass. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by Quizilla oh yeahh baby! im gansta bitch barbie! kiss my cocaine ass!! here's one more for no purpose really.  Mors ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla yada yada. like i didn't know it already.. muahaha!!  -Sensitive- You're Sensitive, and you'd like to stay that way. Sorry,listened to a bit too much Jewel there. You're sweet and very emotionally charged. You definitely love the person you're with, and always want to know how they're feeling so you can make sure they're happy. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by Quizilla so, im like, Death, and now im the sensitive girlfriend? so mebbe i love my guy so much i'd never kill him even tho im Death, im sensitive like that, or im really careful not ta put him in too much discomfort when i kill him, im sensitive like that?  your fuck. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla why, thank you. enough of stupid lil quizzes! i shall go smoke now. ta!
spat vitriol @ 2:49 PM
xxx i am so fucked. like, seriously dudes. i've got at least one model/floorplan/shite to hand in every day of this week. and one per day is lucky already. arrgghh!!! farrkkk!!! here's a list..(which i wrote on the back of an ezlink card top-up receipt) i beg y'all to persevere thru my to-do list til the end. it shall be worth it i *sorta* promise. perseverance is key!! +++ monday(which is today): 1. Do a survey of at least 10 job advertisements for the job of your choice in order to get an understanding of employer's expectations. Prioritise the top ten skills/qualities/attitudes that employers look for. For example, interpersonal skills - 9/10 (9 employers put this skill down as one of their requirements) 2. Do a self-critique of how you match against the employer's expectations. You can rate yourself, and also prioritise the areas for improvement. 3. Write the first draft of your resume. 4. Refer to the brief on p. xiv of your notes. Write a cover letter for your selected job. Or choose one of the ten advertisements, and write a cover letter in response. 5. Complete design portfolio audit form, and gather your design works, doodles, process evidence. 6. Do the first draft of the storyboard for your portfolio. First, decide whether you'd like to do a traditional, expressive or digital portfolio. (blah blah blah. numbers 1 to 6 courtesy of my lecturer's email. how kind) *i havent done a single thang* tuesday!: final model. and also 1 floorplan, 1 side plan, 1 one-point perspective, 1 two-point perspective, 1 rendering with pens and china ink, 10 drawings on transparency.(all this info courtesy of Chand. i hate my life) wednesday(take a breather before you go under): do storyboard for above-mentioned model thursday: no work? omg. a miracle sent from the heavens!! hallelujah!! friday oh glorious friday: so much work to do that i don't even know what we gotta do.+++ oh fuckk. i am so fucked in the ass man. with no lube. fuck. cjb. seriously. im feeling a bit of the heat now.. im like in a frying pan and the fuckin chef has started drizzling olive oil(yummy under most circumstances but particularly so now when im gettin my arse fried) into the pan and it's starting to heat up. ow ow oww. reading: Hunting Down Amanda by Andrew Klavan(should i even be reading? i should be doing my fuckin work shouldn't i. owell.) i swear i only grabbed the book coz t'was by Andrew Klavan i had no diea the title was Hunting Down Amanda. haha! i can imagine it all!(tho the book isn't like what im saying right here at all) im really chasing after Amanda like one of those scenes from a movie where you've got those duck killers standing among the marshes and they've got those funny flappy hats(they're canadians right?) and the rifles and they stand there with their dumb dog aiming at the sky shooting the ducks down and then their faithful golden retriever goes and gets the duck they shot down. so like, im like the hunter and i shoot a duck down and my dog(prob called Rover or some other typical ameriacn dumbass canine name) goes get the damn duck(tho if i could i'd get a cat instead of a dog. a big giant cat like a bobcat or smth so it can carry the duck and then it can scare off other duck hunters' stupid dogs!! *smirk*) and it comes back to me and i take the duck from its mouth and im lookin at it and it says weakly,"i am AMANDA and i am dying because you shot me you duck-killing bastard sonofabitch." and im like,"i am going to eat you and your brains." sorry Amanda! but i do wish you were a chicken instead of a duck. coz i prefer chicken to duck. but i wouldnt eat you under normal circumstances(unless we're stranded on an island and you die first and to ensure my survival i really GOTta eat ya. but then again those aren't normal circumstances are they?) coz yer too thin(which is good now but when yer friend's sarving and she wants to eat you.. too thin, no good. bom bom fat, good) and i'd havta satisfy myself by eating yer bone marrow. yuckk. me wants meat! im hungry. and i've been a total spaz this entire entry.. but who cares.. i only apologize to Amanda for imagining that she was a duck. and that i wanted to eat her. but still.. yumm! laters my pretties!
spat vitriol @ 10:37 AM
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Sunday, September 21, 2003 was out last night with Diana, Amanda, Donovan, Lionel and Hou geng(a thousand apologies if i've spelt yer name wrong!). we were just slacking aroung everywhere like amoebae with no sense of direction. *blurb blurbb* we ended up at Fabulous Fizz which resides at the esplanade drinking and chilling the night away. Sara came later and she and Amanda left to go clubbing.. *yawnn* and then Lionel headed home, leaving the four of us to walk to boat quay for prata.(coz we were so bored with just sittin outside fabulous fizz. and besides, the fake rattan chairs were starting to eat into my thighs coz i was wearing a skirt) i think the cheese in the cheese prata was expired. or mebbe the ice milo was poisoned. either way, it gave me a headache and i felt like throwing up on the way home. and it wasn't just me! Donovan too. speakin of Don.. he is a ridiculous boy. mebbe he was too tired or smth, but when we were msging after i'd smsed both him and Diana(who didnt reply. *bitch* what if i'd died from poisoned prata??) abt the evil prata he started to get pretty inconherent after awhile.. his vocab consisted of words like 'buyakasha' and 'it bein no tri-bel' and 'it be trippin ala ali'. i was like, wot? never mind. we all have our ridiculous moments.(i spose..) and i had a dream that Weihong gave me a pair of capri pants! how weird. and they looked like they'd fit, too. they were the exact same colour as the one Diana gave me tho. so! i post to you today's question of the day: do i really want a pair of capri pants badly?? very strange. i don't actually, mebbe it's a subconscious thing. or mebbe they represent everything else i want.(like way, way, wya good grades so i dont get expelled anytime soon) but those were a nice pair of capris. thank you Weihong. reading: The Last Day by Glenn Kleier(good book!) listening to: Heavier Things by John Mayer(which i bought by accident but skip the story, it's an alright album)
spat vitriol @ 3:01 PM
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Friday, September 19, 2003 and Forbidden City was... not bad. unfortunately kit chan cracked up on a few notes. really cringe-worthy, what with the good accoustics at the esplanade and all. 
but for what t'was worth, t'was still good! hossan leong was performing and he was quite exccellent. a few other local 'celebrities' were performing as well, such as amy cheng(doctor in first touch, or gary's wife in growing up), ho wen long(dunno the name but know the face perhaps? he was in robbie's book of tales as robbie. havent watched that myself but wadahell. and also in homerun. sighh) and cynthia lee(channel i's ah girl! our politically correct ah lian). i got the cd and the program(d'oh!). the booklet with the lyrics is kinda cheap.. they didn't even bother to print any pictures inside. maybe it had some symbolism in there, the stark white pages filled with only black print and with only the back and cover with colour pictures. this is cheap symbolism. [warning:next few passages may be unsuitable for couples who are unable to keep love dovey language, pet names, etc to themselves by posting it all on their blog/s.] on a happier note(a note which im confident and sure i can sing, of course. have i mentioned before that i dislike karaoke? moving on), i really, seriously dislike shared couple blogs. it's a major pet peeve, i admit. but when yer blog-surfing you just can't help but chance upon these gruesome things. there are certain people on this planet who enjoy publicly displaying affection for each other, that's perfectly fine. but there are certain limits, and it's basically only just one limit/rule, which is: do whatever you want as long as you don't make other people vomit. seriously. i thought just one person dedicating his entire goddamn blog to his girl was bad enough("she's my life! she's my all! she's my everything! i can't live without her! what would i do without her!" and i'm only exaggerating a lil). and i chance upon other people out there who have shared blogs and it's twice as worse and twice as barf-worthy.("he's my sweetie!" "she's my darling!" "i love you!" " i'll love you forever!" "muacks! hugz!" "i never want to lose you my baby") omg. i could really vomit so much i'd turn myself inside out. *cringe* so many(not all. but many many) of us don't even really know what real love is(i admit that i myself do not know what it is. a rumbly in your tumbly perhaps?)and yet we use it so flippantly. they get into this state of mind where they think they love that person, and then just fall deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. but when it comes to the real crunch, they flee, or they silently fade away so that it's not so conspicuous that they can't handle the resposibilities that come with 'loving' someone. so. it's their lives, and it's their blogs i guess, but please, anyone reading this who does own a blog like that.. please, delete it forever from the internet and never ever resurrect it, ever. because, as much as people may enjoy reading about other people's lives thru their blogs, no one actually really cares just how much, how well, or how publicly you are able to display your affection for each other. i guess all these *till death do us part* blogs just annoy the bejeezus me because it reflects on them as people and they way they seek approval and attention for their blogs(consciously or subconsciously). ("lookit me! we're a couple and we've got all the 'love' in the world when we actually dont know the meaning of the word and we also cant handle the responsibilities that come with it but heck its so fun to be this disillusioned we dont care we're in luurrve!") alright. sorry for being sucha prude or whatever but i think we really should grow up a lil before we use such words without a care in the world(because we cant). people who are readin thins are gonna be thinkin, "she sucks!" and i say, "well bite me, bitch." to those people who have a geuine love for each other, you shouldn't ever be offended by what i've written because what i've written simply doesn't affect you because your love is more than that. it isn't based on how many words you squeeze onto some online space describing each other's love and affection for each other. to these same people: i wish you two(or three or four. whatever your prefer) the very best in your relationship, it will withstand the test of time, weather all obstacles and last for as long as you want it to. cheers!
spat vitriol @ 1:36 PM
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Thursday, September 18, 2003 omg. today's weather was absolutely disgusting! when i opened my front foor the motherfuckin rain would just swoosh right in like nobody's business. as a result, i was wearing jeans that were half wet with my wet feet in wet socks in wet shoes. and when i took em off when i got home my feet were all white and crumply like when you've been in a pool for 10hours. (not that i've been in a pool for 10hours.. but i digress!) and i overslept this morning and missed my morning class. it's called apel and it's basically smth like like a moral ed class: advanced versh. hell. these people think we'll actually learn 'character building skills' and 'principles and morals'.. in class??? c'mon, we aint some pri 2 kids man. but whatever rocks their boat hey. speakin of boats.. are ye ready kids?! ay ay, cap'n! i can't hear yoouuu!!! ay ay, cap'n!! ohhhhhh.. who lives in a pineapple under the sea? spongebob squarepants! absorbant, yellow and porous is he! spongebob squarepants! if nautical nonsense be somethin ye wish.. spongebob squarepants! then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! spongebob squarepants! spongebob squarepants! spongebob squarepants! spongebob squarepants! SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!! *spongebob plays flute* umm. so i somehow managed to intergrate the entire spongebob squarepants theme song into my skull uknowingly.(why cant i do that with schoolwork and all? ponder ponder*) strange tales. and im gonna catch Forbidden City tonight. hope it's smashing! i need some excitement in my life right now. *yawnn* think me period's on its way. was having pretty nasty mood swings. still am, actually. very nearly beat up the com last night when it was lagging on me. i usually just give it a slap or two on the side and it'd flicker a lil, then it'd either buck up or just continue being an insolent prick. last night t'was a real killer man. it kept disconnecting on me.. and the pages were taking a million eternities to load.. yada yada. i need a new computer. anyone gonna get me one? soon? please? 
spat vitriol @ 6:14 PM
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Wednesday, September 17, 2003 welcome once again, my loyal minions, to my blog! eat me alive!! FINALLY. after a gazillion bazillion years i got it all done. hopefully everything will go peachy fine now. i've spent ages tryna edit da html and all so that everythin fits. i just drank a huge cuppa ice milo and i'm still in the com lab now and i really, really need to take a goddamn piss but i thought i'd just post something since my blog's been not looking like a blog for an insanely long time. and it's just kinda stupid when your blog looks all fancy with fillerbunny(doncha just love fillerbunny?? he's so adorable!! well, kinda crazyass cute but who gives la not me yar) and pretty links and a cute lil taggie and then.. you ain't got no damn entries in yer blog. i mean, that's just like, sad, man. and i love fillerbunny! he's so fuckin cute! really, cute totally applies in this case. ugly but adorable?? absolutely, sweethearts. and shut up Naddy! he's cute alright. look forward to piccies!! comin soon to a screen near you. till then, my friends. i really gotta take a whizz now before i piss in my in my pants. toodle-oo!
spat vitriol @ 8:14 PM
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